A Second
A second of scorn
Turns years of affection
Into enmity of eternity.
A second of innocent love
Turns two souls
To oscillate, live and die together
In all fair and foul.
A second of opportunity
Transforms penury
To disproportionate property.
A second of mistake
Puts life at stake
And debars one
From any give or take.
A second of adversity
Makes diversity to know
What is unity?
A second of carnal burst:
Relationship exhibits no trust.
A second of ejaculation
The world is sitting
On the volcanic mouth of
Population explosion.
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Believe me or not
Believe me or not
I speak as I suffered
But not preach
The world has been
Only to those
Who are happy and glee.
On the mistake of others
Don’t show your teeth
And to be laughed at
Don’t give any width.
Once they come to know
You are a beggar and you beseech
Men are such a bee
They would suck the left over blood
Like a leech.
So this is a lesson
One must learn and teach
Even in poverty looks like a rich
For this you don’t need
Any investment and fee.
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Cruelty
Cruelty like sediments into water container
Even inadvertent stirring spoils
The serenity and sanctity.
It suffers from insomnia
Unleash its irritation of sleepless night
On orphan and weak.
People are poor by kind
And rich by cruelty
As if goddess of learning herself
Were blessing them
To deliver the speech extempore.
Everyone is embodiment of explosive
All we need is to light one spark:
Calling wrong a wrong
And get ready to sing a swan song.
A group of trigger happy youth
Making to and fro of road
Like venomous bees around honeycomb
Provoking and tantalizing to say something
All you have to do is to stir up the nest
And they would do their best
Better we know the rest.
Intolerance on rampage
And tolerance victims of stampede
Now none trembles with fear
All shudder with anger
The strong with one
But the weak with all cylinders.
Gone outside to seek entertainment,
For week-end refreshment
Wife suffered molestation
I suffered frustration
We flavoured hot juice of insult
Returned home with hurt inside heart.
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Cut-throat
Man, chief justice of animals,
To dictate stringent sentence
On their innocence
Punishment in all cases
And will be no less than death,
Only nature of death will differ
As per the belief
And religion of human beings.
In the name of religion,
Divide men themselves
Into different factions,
Scapegoat they their scriptures
For their own atrocious activities.
Even in sentencing slaughter
Some say we are kind
As we prefer to eat
The meat of those animals
Whose throats are
Chopped off in one go
Thus making their death
Only momentary painful.
Some say believe we in brutality
As we prefer to chew
The mutton of those animals
Whose throats are cut
Slowly and steadily
Thus arousing pain
And tantalizing them for death.
They take enjoyment
Of peculiar and bizarre
Song and music,
Emanating from the animals,
Gasping for death,
And thereby relish
Nibbling tallow and sucking the soup
Inside the shank of wholesome
And palatable flesh and bone.
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Dream House
A House! A House!
That he must have to live in
With children and wife.
Where no place for
Uterine brother and sister
Where no room
For aging parents
Even if he has to become a tyrant.
Where in hospitality of in-laws
There shouldn’t be any deficiency and flaw
Where all hell breaks loose on madam
When visits any guest
Pretending ill health, she lies on bed
Restaurant in the vicinity does the rest.
Where all luxuries and amenities
Should be available in apartment
Though children in the exam
Comes out with compartment.
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Global warming
Global warming stretched its arms
To hug all the joy and bliss of the world
It transforms achievement of years
Into bereavement of eternity.
All, keeping hand over hand
Waiting for the doom’s day to descend
And extinct this mundane universe
In blinking of an eye.
Incarnation of global warming
Seems to be inevitable
As it has already started laying foundation.
It has developed into embryo
From the drop of sooty sperm injected
By the ruthless chimney of carbon industries
And by the smoke of population explosion.
Climate has turned to furnace
Frost to ice
River to ocean
Man to monster
Benevolence to gangster
Love to rape
Medicine to drug
Water to blood
Flood to drought
And drought to flood
Foul to fair, fair to foul.
Are these not good enough
To give a sign of caution?
Are these not the symptom of ill-omen?
If not, go ahead with your endeavours
And best of luck for handful days
That dwell on finger’s tips.
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Humanity Died
There was a gathering on the mid road
I have also excited to join them
Expecting some interesting things to see
I found humanity has met with an accident
It bleeds and cries in pain
And seeks some solace from onlookers
Who called themselves
Wonderful and beautiful creatures of the world.
We remain mute spectator
As if it were a scene of movie.
None of hands heave to help him:
In some they were blinking like a cursor
In some they were like a flip-flop
In some they try to reach
But their deaf and stony emotion
Fail to respond.
But the heart of Atropos in heaven
Melt as He listened the pain and moaning
Of the humanity and He extended His hands
To support and succour
And we found humanity died.
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Lovey-dovey
Till in the nostril air
My heart would keep on beating
With your heart in unison
Till the time we both hyperventilate
In resonance and fall as sleep
Out of exhaust and tiredness.
Till in me energy and vigour
I would keep on striking
And raining into you
Like the spring from the mountain
On the surface of the earth.
Till in the eyes tears
I would keep on shedding
In your loving and repining memory
As leaves shed milky tears
When they are subjected to
Injury and separation
By persistent division,
Cut, break or scratch.
Till on your cheeks and lips,
Rose is smeared
My lips and nose would keep on
Hovering and humming
Like a bee for honey.
Till in the eyes, images appear
I would keep on listening
The music and magic of your eyes
Like a snake to the charmer.
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Some loss to gain
I am living only
For the promise and swear
That I had taken
At the time of putting
Vermillion over your head;
And one time Energy and vigour
That entered and conserved
Into my whole body
When first time my hand
Clasped with your hand
At the time of
Making circling round of sacrificing fire.
Every time I see shyness in your eyes
All of my limbs
Are rejuvenated and refreshed;
And restored in natural order
Like a computer does
When it is subjected to reset.
When our eyes meet
Oscillator of the body generates
Unfathomable and invisible carnal frequency
Through our visual antennas;
Which mixing with each other
Creates a strong magnetic field
That makes us sandwiched
And we feel flow of emotional current
Of its peak power
With some loss to gain.
An elegy to the poem
I send you to represent
In various magazines and ezines
From my country
To the world of every region
But you fall victim
To the predators
So called poetry editors.
They’re prepared
With ready witted reply:
To the guidelines
Your submission doesn’t comply.
Some say:
Thank you for your interest
But we decided to pick up the best
Some says:
You’re committing a crime
By composing the poems in rhyme.
Better if our guidelines you rehearse
As we consider poems only in free verse.
Some say:
We don’t accept
Unsolicited submission.
So before sending works
You must seek permission.
Some say:
Sorry, not what we’re looking for
Best of luck for publishing them
In other journals.
Some say:
Our magazine is limited
To the poets of our nation
So we don’t accept submission
From out station.
Some say:
Your submission permanently fails
As we don’t accept it by emails.
They don’t have time
To read and waste
Stereotype reply
They simply copy and paste.
Some say:
Due to large volume of submission
It isn’t feasible to give
On all critical depreciation.
Some say:
We’ve decided
To pass on these
But next time don’t forget
To send, please.
Some say:
We only publish
The works of established poet
So keep on trying,
Watch and wait.
These are only
Small lists of rejection
Poets are victim of
Numerous persecutions.
I keep on sending
In spite of your insults
The poets do poetry
Irrespective of the results.
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Hands Heave to Harm and Hamper
Our hands heave
To harm and hamper,
Not to help and heal.
Not to assist
The damsel in distress
Instead feel refresh
In molesting mistress.
Not to weaken
The woes of widows
But apt to weaken
Their only credos.
Not to stop
The rape
But we are top
In viewing the naked tape.
We have destitution
In deleting the prostitution
But we are to the fore
In bargaining the whore.
Not to prohibit
The child labour
But not hesitate to inhibit
Their favour.
Not to curb
The poverty
But ready to disturb
The Poor’s liberty.
We use stick
To persecute the weak
We use flower
To adorn the tower.
Not to ameliorate
Law and order
But not fret to generate
Chaos and disorder.
We have temptation
To incur evil reputation
But we have palpitation
In getting good inspiration.
We praise
When our hands raise
To tarnish and damage
The image of sage.
We neglect
The existing institution
But we accept
The amendment of constitution.
What a relief!
If our hands heave
To leave
Harm and hamper
But to help and heal.
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Dispossessed Motherland
I’m from the land
Reduced to handful sand
Where’s only mud
Left by devastating flood.
Here’s no crop to reap
But only blood to creep
Over our fate to weep
And feet not rise to leap.
No room to express the wit
No place to peacefully sit
As we’re by poverty hit.
Here’s no food to eat
Here’s no fuel to be lit
No milk in the mother’s teat
We’ve only dust to beat
Bleak and barren land and wit.
Here’s no work to do
So we’ve earning few
But we’ve courage to muster
To gather bread and butter.
No prospect for ability
Here’s only killing by brutality
Which exposes administrative futility?
By their nature of duality.
Here’s no feather in the cap
Only the news of kidnap
In the mean time you nap
Child is dispossessed from mother’s lap.
If moral is to be taught
Nothing but death’s to be bought
Don’t give the suggestion unsought
It readily leads to a bout.
Here’s only the battle to be fought
One-year flood is another year drought
We’re caught in the current of time
There’s no difference
Between age and prime
Here we’re in the grip of ill omen
People are living in the devil’s domain
On our purse is such a drain
We go miles and years away to deadly den
Leaving aside our children and women.
Here’s no magic wand
Men beat their own drum and band
Here’re only foes, hardly any friend
Here’s none mistakes to amend
Here’s no right for dignity to defend
This’s a dispossessed motherland
This’s nothing but a Waste Land.
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If you be my valentine
Though I don’t have
To give you a gold coin
But I’ve an open
Heart of mine
Though I couldn’t become
Shakespeare or Einstein
But I would never say
You a byline
If you be my valentine.
Though I meet with
So many girls clandestine
I drink bear, wine and cocaine
I watch pornography online
I would leave
All acts of libertine
If you be my valentine.
Though I like to live
In a family combine
So far I’ve followed
Parents and elders’ guidelines
Parents have been so far
For me an enshrine
But I would leave them
In the state of pains and repine
Not only that, every night
I would offer you compline
And I would serve you
Like a bovine
If you be my valentine.
Though I don’t afford
To travel by airline
My income doesn’t allow
In five star hotel to dine
I’ve no good house
But only ravine
But I would manage you
Everything, even though
I have to purloin
The assets of others
Or brother uterine
If you be my valentine.
You have become my lifeline
For you I am ready
To do any adulterine
I would swim
Against any streamline
I can define any doctrine
I would fight
Against even flue of swine
If you be my valentine.
I’m mad after your grapevine
On your blossom
I want to recline
With you
I want to entwine
Oh my love!
Make my life illumine
And let us surpass
All glories of pristine
By being my valentine.
What I wouldn’t give
If you be my valentine
To my proposals
You don’t undermine
I’m determined
To make you my destine
What I would not do
To see you of mine
If you not
Be my valentine
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Intolerance
There was a world
When pen was
Mightier than the sword
This is now the world
Of the sword
Giving the degree third
To the scholar writing foreword
Men fight over nonsense
They know no tolerance
As they colour their hands
With blood stains
For a penny and pence.
Men are ready to murder
Without thinking
What will happen further?
They defy the Almighty’s order
Of living all together
Now man is measured
By a different parameter
Radius is no more
Half of the diameter
One is known by
How much he earns
Not by how much he learns.
Thank God! God is really clever
Not to allow anybody
To live for ever
So it is time to mend our ways
Let good sense
Prevail now or never.
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Killing of Innocence
Incidentally I got chance
With friends to have a romance
What to do or don’t, we were in dilemma
At last, we decided to go to cinema.
The movie was, I sooth
What pleases every youth
It was full of sensual appeal
Which does fulfill teenager’s will?
It was when we just came out
Spectacles were changed out and out
A band of money hungry hen
Were looking for cock among men.
It were as if a sexy lover
Prefers dessert when dinner is over.
Of them, some were through professional
What we had seen never or occasional
They were to the core strumpets
Which was discernible from their etiquettes?
They were forcing y, z, and x
To accompany them to have sex
Once we refused to go
They started to abuse us in full flow.
I heard they were telling, oh brother!
Come if you have tasted
The milk of your mother!
We knew their vulgar design
So to their challenges
We decided not to resign.
Their abusive stance
Had nothing in it to wonder
What left me moving when I encounter
An adolescent girl from point blank range
Was hesitantly wooing me
For physical exchange.
Stopping by her for a moment
I wasn’t in a mood to comment in a sense
To sight the murder of the innocence
In our country what we call so descent.
It’s an incident of twelve years ago
Yet I am not able to forego
I forget her face and her utterance
But what haunts me even today
Is her innocence
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Let me live even in the dark
You keep with you your creative art
Even though you don’t help me to start
Yet I’ll try to play my part
In the face of the reality stark
My only request to you to mark:
I don’t need your brilliant spark
If you let me live even in the dark.
You keep with you your Eden Park
I’ll request you to hark:
I would be happy with my Jurassic Park
If you let me live even in the dark.
Although your journey upon the sea embarks
You keep with you your witty remarks
Sated with the pond I will accomplish my task
If you let me live even in the dark.
You enjoy pampering in the lark
I needn’t your euphony, your skylark
I’ll be contended with my cacophonic bark
If you let me live even in the dark.
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The Prime
It’s time
We’re in prime.
It’s time
We should shine.
And feel fine.
It’s time
We should climb
To destine
And feel cloud at nine.
It’s time
We should be sublime
To define
The doctrine.
It’s time
We’ve strong intestine
Ready to dine.
It’s time
We should not commit crime
And resign
To any design.
It’s time
We should not assign
Meeting clandestine
Lest we repine.
It’s time
We should determine
To become Einstein
Or compose rhyme.
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Trauma of Terror
Wherever eyes go, we sigh to see
Be it a day or hours wee
In the mud we find our knees
Thunderous voice rends the ears
Two little eyes dipped
In the ocean of tears
Tender soul is infected with fear
Life’s nothing but error
Teeming with trauma of terror.
God made comely creature
Apart from the lovely nature
Man made it a field
With red bloodshed filled.
Life’s endless tale of peril
In the hands of the devil
No one wants to take a risk
So the corps takes to frisk
By working on the tips
This time terror is to rip
In the guise of will o’ the wisp.
We feel insulted on being frisked
Irritation reaches its zenith
Earth revolves the feet beneath
To see the baggage and bag
Treated as a piece of rag.
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