Part 1
Why did Americans go?
Why Taliban came
there?
Why Americans came
there?
Why did Soviets go?
Why Soviets came?
Note: Why? Why? Why?
Ask your dad. Ask.
That’s education.
To people who wronged,
I pardon.
Part 2
Why did you bomb?
Why did they bomb?
Why did you shoot?
Why did they shoot?
Notes: It’s just incidental. He got a free gun from the
road.
Bombing was
incidental. Bombs just slipped from his plane. They will not repeat. They have
apologized.
That night,
Like the corona beer.
A small foam fumed in my
heart.
Its not in the same
style as the king fisher beer.
Corona is different.
Just one quarter of
bottle.
Powerful than one
full.
Distilled and then filtered,
Filtered ones filtered
again.
Kept in the wine pot
for many years.
One fine day, I open
that pot.
The pot of words,
She started flowing
like a froth.
Across the seven seas.
As corona….
The wind started from the
endless air.
Flowing incessant in
the endless air.
Cuddling the turbine,
To the east,
And to the north.
Then to the south and to
the west.
In those drifts, the vibrancies you fired,
Driving my blood in
the veins,
And to the words.
All I wanted was your
happiness.
I have cursed the
people who insulted you.
What else I can do?
I can’t kill them.
You are saying, you
don’t have any pain,
In doing work for me.
But when you are in
pain,
I feel it.
I die in that pain.
You don’t understand
that pain.
Or you pretend as if
you don’t understand.
I appreciate your
madness.
To endure the pain.
It’s madness. It’s not
a disease.
But it’s madness. A
type of madness.
Publisher says, he
wanted modern.
Here is my modern
poem.
A charger with wire.
A charger without
wire.
A USB charger.
Solar charger.
One direct charger.
Three in one charger.
Two in one charger.
Enough. Enough is
enough.
No more charger.
Thank you very much.
Whether Christians
read Jesus?
Whether congress read
Gandhi?
Whether communists
read Marx?
Whether Muslims read
Nabi?
Anyone read Buddha?
Don’t worry. I too
have not read.
Anyone read Abraham
Lincon?
I stop here.
My poem is over.
Thanks for reading
this.
Listeners: “Pickle is very spicy. It’s good for a touching.”
Advisers: “We read just for advising others. That’s our
job. That’s what we are paid for.”
Blindman: “It does not look like anyone read anything.
Maybe it's because, I am blind. I can’t see anything.”
Itching caterpillar
causes itching.
It is their duty.
No, it’s their habit.
No, it’s their
property.
Whatever the case
maybe,
Itching is guaranteed.
And who are you?
Are you an itching
worm?
As pigs we are united.
United in the mud.
Dragging you into the
mud,
We are elated.
Swimming in the mud,
New habit of health.
If not a habit,
routines shall-
Build your, new habit
of health.
Cleaning the mud, a futile
dream,
We are in the same
vessel of mud.
Showered from top, pigs
turn white.
Stepped into the mud, whites
turned red.
Laid stones in the swamp
as an amnesty.
Pigs walked back to
the land in fragile steps.
But they jump to a new
mud filled marshland,
Mud is always the zest
for life.
It’s pig’s lust and
pleasure.
You are a pig. Me too
a pig.
Mud pools are for our deluxe
bath.
Bath in the mud and treat
in the mud,
A new trend in the mystical
odyssey.
Who reached the land
first?
Nobody was here.
Its me who reached
first.
Who reached the land
first?
Nothing was here.
He was struggling in
the forest.
I landed and met him
first.
In real, I landed first.
Then I corrected the
system here.
See the results, it’s
me who first landed.
Who reached the land
first?
Nothing was here.
It’s me transformed
the forest into a village.
Now the things look
straight and clear.
I do take ownership of
that development.
Who reached the land
first?
Nothing was here.
Its me transformed
this old village
Into a beautiful city.
Nutshell, I landed
first.
Land: “I have taken all your medicines. Still, I am a virgin.
Its just that I have taken a bath in the recent flood. I am ready for a new lusty
attack. No, it’s your love.”
I have decided. You
must obey.
That’s the way. First
leader announced.
I trust you. Tell me,
what we must do.
Second leader raised a
question.
Let us sit down and
discuss,
The third leader voiced.
Let us study the area
in detail.
A voice with love.
Well, if its right, everything
is all right.
Better obey the rules.
Fourth leader warned.
What is that you can do?
I can see an ocean of
talented-
People in-front of me.
Let your thoughts fire,
And help you reach the
heights,
You longed for.
Fifth leader
concluded.
From the far-off, those
are spots.
From the long distant
view,
Its human and animals.
From another distant
view,
Its black and white.
In the long distance,
Its
men and women.
In the close distance,
It’s the Buddhist, Christian, Hindu, and
Muslim.
From an insight,
It’s just a reflection.
City eyes, it’s the
tall structures.
Village views, the multi-level
human.
Microscopic views he
and she is not right.
In the mirror view, I
am right always.
In the polished
mirror, it’s the faded face.
Is that I lost the vision?
Or the mirror lost its
shine?
You knew, in the end
of the night,
That appeared in the
lake,
Was not the white
lotus in the lake.
All the songs sung by
the world
Were the tides of the
rivers.
That was not a small
fish
On the fishermen’s hook.
You knew it’s not like
a coin
In the beggars’ boxes
in the street,
It’s not those yellow
mangoes fell in the winds.
You are the queen
Selina of Helios god,
In the madness of high
tide and low tide.
Solar eclipse blinded
your views
Was play of the moon.
Lunar eclipse, blinded
your vision
Was play of the earth.
[Direct dialogues from people in the street]
Some or many
Politicians cannot be
trusted,
They give Himalayan promises.
Some or many
Businessmen cannot be
trusted,
Whatever they say is
for profit.
Some or many
Government officials
cannot be trusted,
Because all they want
is pension.
Some or many
Private companies’
people cannot be trusted,
Because they will do
any job to get salary.
Some or many
Doctors cannot be
trusted,
Because they work for
profit of hospitals.
Some or many
Actors are not
reliable,
Because they are
acting.
Some or many
Story writers are not
reliable,
Because they speak to
write stories.
Some or many
Poets are not
reliable,
They are in the world
of imagination.
Some or many
Human beings cannot be
trusted
They could be
thankless to the providers.
Dogs are the only creatures that we can trust.
You wanted to become
my sun rise.
You knew the poisonous
red,
Would spoil my ozone
layer.
To stop the vulture
red,
You grew the big
trees.
Under the shade I grew.
Your love and life,
Will be the green of
my life,
Till my sun set.
As breeze of love and
Secret stories into my
books,
Forgetting the time,
To become the timeless
celebration.
In your imagination, I
am granite stone.
You came as a storm, a
cyclone.
Came as a rain, came
as a cloud burst,
In the sun burn, I
cracked into the pieces.
And to the dust.
In the love of nature,
I turned soil.
Its not all over, love
and anger.
Before the soil turns
to a rock,
She dumped me inside a
bronze vessel,
And started heating me
from bottom.
Not satisfied, she
opened the lids.
And used big magicians
fire stove,
To cook me complete.
She opened the lids
again.
Soil and vessel burned.
A drop of vapor
sticked in the edges.
A tiny drop of love,
you longed for.
As I swing like leaves
of Banyan tree,
I wondered if I am born
as leaves.
Uncertain in the wind,
Cling to the tree
tight.
Many years the green
leaves swung,
Cleaning the air with
oxygen.
The earth grabbed the
fallen.
The fallen leaves turned
into grey ashes,
When the fire grabbed
them all.
Centuries gone past;
roots drilled
Thick and deep in the
soil.
Drilled roots clutched
in the,
Bottom of Banyan like
the hands of-
A woman in horror or lust.
In my childhood, I
knew,
The Cancer as the
deadliest disease.
No cure whatsoever.
My father ran for
medicines,
All he said, it’s like
unwanted lottery.
Anyone can get it
anytime.
In the teen, I knew,
medicines invented,
In the West to beat
the cancers.
East also married the
new medicines.
Then the high-speed
competition started,
Between the medicines
and diseases.
Who reach first?
The medicine or disease.
The new diseases
appeared in the market.
Diseases defeated the
medicines.
Medicines defeated the
diseases.
Now the cancer
everywhere.
In the right and in
the left.
In the fortress of
intellect,
Is my body turning
into a corpse?
Will I be born again as
another disease?
Result of my own
deeds.
City of hell or city
of heaven?
At highspeed, At loud
music,
Music or noise?
Crowd a lot, noise a
lot.
Rich in all.
Then the silence.
No lakes nor rivers.
No water, no bathe.
No playgrounds, no
plays.
No leaves, No grass.
No soil, roots, and no
worms.
City of hell or city
of heaven.
Sun light is moon’s love.
The January dew drops,
Shaped the diamond
crown,
In the milky moonshine.
Sun light is earth’s
love.
The January dew drops,
In the moon, the earth
is-
Crowned with the sun.
No voice to raise the voice
and in the pain.
Silence of the
insulted.
Money power the loud laughter.
In the earth, it’s the
dance of joy.
I was a fetus.
Not knowing the truth
of it.
Like a stupid to be born
again,
To know the truth of
it.
To be born again,
To know the truth of it.
Trials are the truth.
Never ending trials.
You are saying, you are a worm.
Then I am the soil for
you.
In the soil you tilled,
I shall grow flowers
and the coffee.
Flowers of different colors.
Coffee splashing the
aroma into the air.
When the wheel of time
rotates,
Clouds will rain.
Sun will glow their gloss.
In the breeze, they
will swing.
In the storm, they
will dance.
Rose and Coffee will
write new poems.
While you crawl in their
leaves,
To remind me as a
worm,
Until you end in my
soil.
Then the last dance in
the
Womb of earth by all the worms.
