"ignorance" on ramp

Where Deity address the human race as

“Amritashya Putra”

And who were yesterday teaching

The incantation of =ity to this world

Today in that land, Ignorance is on ramp

Some are considered as “untouchable”

What’s a grief?

I could not appreciate

How come one become defile by simple touch of others?

Hey! So called purity class, think

Are not you going against…?

By dividing and devastating this Novel Creation.

When Lord Ram can accept fruit from Sabari

What erroneous with you?

Man should be hallowed by heart.

Inner purity is much more imperative than outer.

I think man only becomes polluted

When he thinks he is.

Remember, no one is inferior

As our great men used to say

“Na Hindu (Manava) Patito Vabeth”

Wipe up the stain of impurity from your mind

And realize how delighting this earth is.

Neo colonialism

Globalization has made this globe
A melting pot.
The greatest misconception of 21st century.
‘Basudheiba Kutumbakam’
Has become the charisma of
The MNCs and other foreign countries
For expansion .
Poor Indians can not able to understand this
Its now common fallacies that,
Due of Globalization
We are so called "D" for developing…
The western countries are imposing
Their culture, their choices and their values on us.
And this is development! Where is ours?
Where is Indian culture globalizing?

My friends! this idea of ‘global village’
Is not that of our ancestors vision.
Remember, ruling class ideas are always ruling.
Today we say in proud we are “Sovereign”.
Are we in reality, Sovereign?
It’s the question of the hour.
When our mind set, ideas, values everything is not ours
How come we are Sovereign.
Before independence
We are in the colonialism.
But its heart rendering to state today, We are in the other set of ‘ism’ i.e.
“Neo colonialism”

Is it the taste of independence?
For which we have to fight
The ‘Second Mahabharata’.
Where is our existence?
For which thousands of
Patriots did not look back
And suspended themselves laughing.
Think can you forgive yourself Hurting those immortal souls
Who were wandering even today on the stream and sky of India.
Can we face that bloodshed history…?

i-TIME-my dears

That tranquil Time’s

Fierce thorax,

On which I stir counting fingers…

Still hours, feeble minutes and shy seconds

Years of sensing, every moment…

Inhumane Time!

That never accelerates,

On the tears of eyes,

That never perforates

On the wailing of mind...

Every bits of nerve,

Get lost

Under the veil of that unknown island

But never reaches

My soul(s)…

Seated on the bank of river,

I drifted

Boundless paper boats

But that abysmal stream of Narmada

Might not make it reach

And this vicious time did not evanesce…

criminalisation of Religion

Today, blood flows on the street,
A wave of tears is looming
On the name of religion!
In that land where not for one or two decades,
For thousands and thousands years
People of diverse culture were on the stage of fraternity.
...Thousands of religious hostilities! Oh my God!!
How brute the people can turn into?
Vicious alike at the instigation of any evil spirit.
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Our history is the witness.
How this violence took the brutal form and pushed our nation
Towards dread, uncertainty and bloodshed.
My nation was smeared with blood and was divided, that day
We just cannot further afford to have anymore violence or partition!!
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...“Tolerance”
Our tradition teaches tolerance
Our culture preaches tolerance
My friends take the glory of tolerance to every corner of the world
From Ayodhya to Jerusalem and campaign
War cry for religion is not “Protection of the religion,
But criminalization of the religion.”
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Let us not be get fooled,
Let us not be frenzied
Let us not be swayed away by the blow of fanaticism.

iDENTITY

No one born without an identity

I am not an exception.

Diverse Identity but a single man inside

The moment I embraces any one

A Laxman Rekha draws before me with a few

And the rest of the world

But oh! It’s just converse to my nature.

I covet to be with all and all with me.

But why I am …

Have I opted or averred for that?

I never want to depart this life with an identity.

I disregard every identity

And wants to

Enjoy the diversity within every 1

…how much boring a world would be with

Same colour, single idea and one belief ...

But unobtainable is...

How will I present my identity?
To my mother,
On whose lap I saw the silvery image of this novel earth.
On whose soft touch my life becomes cheerful.
After long days of difference I am again…
But with a face of hopelessness.
What is unavailable in this world?
But unobtainable is!
A selfless, uncomplicated, welcoming heart,
Which can touch, fasten and realize soft corner of every one’s heart
That brings me again back to her.
But how I will articulate
I am your that son,
Who had once left,
To adhere the waves of enchantment
And mislay in the dazzling of luxury.
To close the eyes to every past,
And be painted with the fresh colour of a different reality…
Those small arms and cute face
Everything has changed.
Those sweet words are no more saying this lip.
Nothing I have …of the past
Which will make out me!!!

Demolish

Demolish self-absorption,
Many friends of yours
Are ready to die for you.

Demolish materialness,
You will unearth
Peace with you.

Demolish ignorance,
There are pearls of wisdom
To enlighten you.

Demolish the night of grief,
The dawn of glee
Is ahead of you.

Demolish the tie of slenderness,
A bulk of being is coming
To embrace you.

Demolish the Achilles' heel within you,
A balmiki
Is within you.

But never demolish others,
Demolish is on the door
Waiting for you.