Caste, caste, caste!
Don’t you utter these words,
They are tabooed and those who
Talk about it are bullied.
When made to watch an entire world
Hopeful about humanity through
The internet connectivity, the
Upper class repeat its enslaving activity.
Educated they say, hold degrees
So that others would envy or obey,
Practice with rituals the art
To bury their guilt everyday!
More than ever, the progress of science is enormous
Yet fails to stop the traditional acts of stupidity.
Among the intelligentia, there are morons who follow
Godmen, astrologers, seeking a pseudo-scientific serendipity.
Their token of excuse is the word “Culture”,
A series of inhuman behavior of the medieval times,
That’s being redefined by crooks forever –
The herd of hynas with a laughter always have a master.
Reservations once obtained
After many uprising
Isn’t strong enough yet to uplift
The innocent from the abyss of dearth.
So, when humans mitigate the obvious hurdles
For a better future of the planet earth,
The vulnerable souls should be taught to tackle
The ruthless slyness of many in their lives’ girth!
A part of the brain is responsible
For converting intense emotions and such
Into and creating art within,
Combined with music unseen.
How wasteful this knowledge is now
On all the facts about this organ,
All reasons and rational control of mind
Turning utterly meaningless.
I stay bewildered deep down
Feel pleasant nevertheless.
And thus when you are around,
Helpless I, become speechless!
Out of nothing it has formed –
The enormity of quantum fluctuations
Of minute things
That even a powerful mind can’t concieve,
Has had in its sleeves
An unfathomable infinite.
What may appear trivial and nothing,
Can resonate with such a glory
And flash a dark space with lives
And laughter, and lovely smiles and kisses…
Percieved now is such an enormity;
A million flashes in an instant,
Frozen thoughts, a bewildered soul,
A musical note and senses lit
With tender breeze and roses
Dancing in trance, along with
Among the millions of stars
I use to ponder upon
In the dark night skies,
I smell roses that sprout
With glory and mystic beauty
That can even melt a dead bark
In a while…
My life, can just be a flash,
Among the billions of years
The earth has lived.
In the outer space, a passerby,
Who has escaped time may pity upon it.
Yet, in this one little life time,
In this tiny planet of a huge universe,
How lucky I am
To get the glimpse of your eyes!
Cold winds blew
As I went away from you,
Yet I moved with the flow,
For the life had to go…
The melody took its tone,
And the sadness synchronised
With the music being my own,
You could never let me down…
Woods were lit beside the shore,
For what had been told
Was not warm enough,
And the breeze solved pains untold…
I would not think any more,
As nothing could have bettered
The clock that ticked before,
So, I sang with the memories I adored…
What if the moments surround
And never let me turn around?
This isn’t weakness!
Distracting with the mask it has put on,
In the name of obligations
The world may roll on,
Crushing the emotions!
Yet, the glimpse of art, the acknowledgement
Of my own self, the beat in the heart
Shall never be ignored!
I sing, tuning with the wind
That keeps the leaves swaying;
No ones there to listen
Or to dance for what I’m playing;
Yet, what have I found in this melody?
The stars shimmer all night
And never shed bright light
Yet it makes the night sky
To stay in delight!
What consoles the mind
That dwells in melancholy
Is the humming that can never be heard,
Bringing along a living for this moment,
Making a human, a bard!
Posted in poem (english)
With passing many facets
What prevails in the end
“What had mattered so far?”
Missed out experiences,
Dominated with certain laws,
I remain Breathless!
Formless – flexible but not fearless.
Could grow, but would I get
Over emotional lapses? Spirited yet
Need to be strong like a wood
To bear every senseless “good”
And should I swim Or just float
Along with perseverance
Develops a stealthy indifference.
Bored out, childish goals turn
What would matter is unkown – and
What’s worthy is sanity of one’s own!
To accept to ignore bliss is to remain
The chiselled boat moves with a wake
Slicing the current, and I’m awake
To watch the heedless ripples
To become dauntless!