Happy Birthday - The Poet

I write for you;

You mean the world.

World is everything;

World in words;

World in my imagination.

It’s your world;

Mine too.

The miser

Rich men do lot of things.

They do spend lavishly.

Am I not rich?

I may be; Don’t know the cut-off.

Not as rich as Richie.

When I am number one;

I shall give.

Till that time, I amass.

Accumulate as much as I can;

Call me miser;

God gives more to people who save;

That’s why I save; never spent.

Following God’s words;

Call me miser;

I have no issues;

There is no happiness in giving;

Happiness is always on collection.

What can I do?

I am what I am.

Extravagant

People call me showman.

Yes, I spend to show.

Call me hollow and shallow.

I spent a lot for external beauty;

No internal beauty; someone said.

I don’t know what they mean.

Never invited to cry with me.

People gather with me to dine and wine;

People laugh with me.

I make them happy;

They laugh, they smile, they applause;

I am happy; someone called me prostitute.

Then it must be great to be one.

Never thought about bad days;

Hollow cannot think.

It can only allow to flow.

Flow through me.

Anger

Injustice in front of your eyes;

Close your eyes; that’s better.

You may shout; you may cry;

As valiant as anyone;

A sound much needed.

You call me anger.

 

Justice suppressed behind you;

Eyes are open; but no use;

Shattered dreams;

Suppressed freedom;

Echoed an unwanted sound for many;

But a sound much needed.

You call me anger.

 

Not always needed; said the wiser men:

“Not great purpose always; at times it’s undesirable action.

Never met the purpose; a useless truculence.”

No, they were wrong; purpose was never there;

Just a human sound, like tree’s friction in the forest.

Friction can’t be stopped. It’s nature of wood.

It’s natural; you call me anger.

Dishonest Devils

He was honest always;

He was true; His acting was true;

Does she call him a dishonest man?

Never.

Actor can be brutally honest.

Once upon a time; she was candid;

She was true;

At some point of time;

Dark desire burned in her;

Dishonest devils turned her accurately deceitful;

He remembers a sober girl.

She applauded the bullshit in him.

If it was sarcasm; he could take it.

He wished; she was brutal at his face;

She was incapable for a mockery;

She missed a trick.

False appreciation is a false symbol.

It was never for admiration.

Not that he had planned to receive in advance;

Acting was natural to him. No. It’s his life.

She was good. She must be good.

But he searched for bad.

He never got one.

Most of them looked nice in the end.

The Cricket Pitch

Bouncy tracks for pace bowling;

She was designed for it.

Expect the injuries with the bounce.

Soft pitches for spin bowling.

She can turn the balls.

Into the middle stumps;

With leg spins and off spins.

At times, so artistically.

Art of deception; yet another trick.

Right pitch, desired result.

Dead pitches, batsmen dominate;

And the bowler’s life is in the gallery. 

Memory

What you remember is,

Not always what you see,

Not always what you hear,

Not always what you touch,

But what touches you.

 

Not all stories; not all actions.

An action may be special to others;

But normal to you.

You may link it with someone;

Call it memory by association.

 

At times, a pointer to a storage;

At times, the pointer feeble to you;

May be stronger to someone else.

Depends on conceived;

Depends on delivery of conceived.

 

At times, it’s just few minutes or few hours;

But intensity may be everlasting.

Impact is not a different story.

That’s burned memory on the rocks forever.

 

Wind blows from all directions.

Breathing has no choice.

Burnt memory is human choice; 

Not of the rock. 

New gen romance

First you text; Then I will text;

Texted you many times before;

Never returned one; Not checking the balances;

You don’t like it. You don’t like questions.

You are the question.

 

You said, you don’t like to be texted;

You don’t seem to be listening;

But your voice is heard beyond the oceans;

Never seemed to be in vicinity;

But invisibly visible;

Still, why don’t you text?

There is a big problem;

I am the text; Take me into your hands.

We started the texts.

Let us dance. No more texts.

Ugly and Beautiful

Some people say, 

Beautiful people are not beautiful at heart,

some others say, 

Ugly faced people are beautiful at heart.

I have come across all shades. 

Beauty plus ugly, 

Ugly plus beauty, 

Beauty plus beauty, 

Ugly plus ugly. 

I am not lost. 

I can see through it. 

I can feel it. 

The cats, the dogs and the wolves.

What motivates you ?

Failures motivate a set.

Really?

Success motivates others.

Who are you?

 

Yet another set nicely blend,

Success and failures.

As the cocktail of life.

We know.

Profession is no different.

Is there a thump rule for success?

Thump rules are there.

 

But cocktails don’t have thump rules.

It is lite.

It’s like breeze.

Life and profession,

Unpredictable cocktail journey.

Though it looks opposite.

The opposition - Fourth Estate - The Sixth Sense For People

Media says opposition is weak. 

Then, who is strong?

Yes, everyone states, the rulers are strong.

Rulers tell you, see their position. 

Do we need opposition? 

Media the best possible opposition. If not you, then who? 

But media rules everyone.

 

You have the power, 

You rule everything. 

You rule the minds. 

Paint it for people, 

Color it for reason, 

Sing it for truth, 

Be the opposition.

 

Far better than the ruler. 

Let the ruler rule, 

You don’t run after the undergarments of stars.

They do shine. Of course, we know. 

It's there. 

No need to dig it. 

 

But see the hidden pain from the poor graveyards.

Why it is so hidden? Dig it. 

Ah, not the graveyards you know;

But the reason;

That’s where you should dig. 

That’s where you should dig.

 

Build a new fourth estate;

Call it fifth or sixth sense of people.

The number does not matter.

 

Ruler won’t be happy. 

You don’t need to make them happy;

Anyway, they will have the slaves. 

Slaves molded in their own flesh and smell.

You never be that flesh and smell. 

Let you have that different smell. 

The smell that really matters.

The real media power.

You can do it. Only you can do it.

You can do it. Only you can do it.

Freedom struggle

I do what I want to do;

You do what you want to do;

They do what they want to do;

We do what we want to do;

What’s their problem?

Whatever be the problem;

 

After all, it is not all that bad.

I know, it’s insane.

Sanity has no sanctity;

It is what it is;

Its permitted within the laws to sing the song;

 

Most laws are inclusive broad bands;

No need to worry;

Some laws are narrow band; I know.

Narrow band will take the lawmakers for unwritten rides.

It's their choice; 

They call it as voice.

What can we do;

 

I never wanted to measure you;

You don’t have measurements.

I found out one way;

That is the way.

 

Pour you into a wine glass.

You be the wine.

I can measure you in ounce;

Every ounce is freedom struggle.

Explore - The known and unknown

I don’t know, what you know;

You don’t know, what I know;

I don’t know, what I know;

You don’t know, what you know.

 

I don’t know, what you don’t know;

You don’t know, what I don’t know;

I don’t know, what I don’t know;

You don’t know, what you don’t know;

Strangers - The Wandering souls

Years back I met you in a cosmic world.

You too found me after a long gap;

I saw your name,

Never sure, it could be someone else.

You might have seen mine,

You too were not sure, may be;

But deep inside both of us knew;

It’s both of us.

We did not talk.

We were strangers.

We reached there not by compulsion,

Not by propulsion,

It was just coincidence.

I can prove it even now.

If the ids are not destroyed.

You were there, a remote student;

I was there; another remote student;

We knew it without a word; without a sound;

That’s the touch of the wandering soul.

Different ways different connections

Alpha shoots perfume on beta;

Beta shoots it back on Alpha;

That is the beginning.

 

Alpha shoots noble gas;

Beta shoots noble gas;

No problem for both.

Its colourless and order less.

 

One sprays hydrogen sulphide; other ignores it;

Other sprays same sulphide; one can’t take it.

That’s one way.

 

Both showers same sulphides, both accepts it.

Yet another way;

Both showers rotten smell, both can’t take it.

One more way.

 

One believes that, one has the power to shower the smell;

Other takes it as duty to accept the foul smell;

Both are happy anyway; who cares !

 

One sprays rotten; not that one likes to do so; it just happens;

Other accept them all; because it’s just a mistake.

No, no, it is natural; It is vice versa.

That is just cosmic nature of cosmos.

Wolf Life Cycle (Age group 13-19)

 Johnny my boy;

 Be careful on wolves around you;

 What they give you,

 May not be what you think,

 What you think, may not be, what they do;

 What they do; may not be, what they speak;

 I never connected with them;

 Not lacking awareness on wolves;

 Its just that, they are wolves;

 If you are a wolf,

 Then, are you a trap?

 Dont tell me, you created the wolf-trap;

 What ran inside you were good in the past;

 Not sure on current current of currents;

 It is not honey;

 Or is it?

 They are wolves, they are wolves,

 Now you too...

Semiconductor Love (Age group 17-19)

Love is like a conductor.

But hate is faster metal.

No one needs this metal.

Yet, it flows like fire on them.

It is contagious.

Be careful.

At times I remain insulated.

At times I remain as semi-conductor;

It’s not that I don’t conduct.

I do.

You can dope me;

Electronic love might flow in one direction.

I know the switches;

It can also reverse the direction.

Thanks to impurities used to dope.

May be emitter;

May be collector;

I am always at the base.

Black Hole (Age group 16-19)

Lost nation was pain indeed.

I could survive the pain, thanks to the duality of Bhor

Bhor was true, not that newton was wrong.

 

Many moved like Newton’s mass for many years;

I faced the duality problem like Einstein did,

I accepted it. I published it.

 

Wave nature of my particles had true equations.

Equations of truth.

Equations, only the lost nations knew.

 

There was another problem;

Only I could fathom out.

Lost nations knew it later.

The innocent minds turned like nations without boundaries of fear;

Real nations sprayed the boundaries of fear;

 

That was bigger and complex in size.

No equation could solve it;

Everyone had a reason to believe, what they believe;

Not that I am against their beliefs;

 

When the charges crossed the boundaries of fear;

Particles in the box were shivering in, deep pain.

Now the world suffers, like a particle in the box;

Of quantum mechanics.

Am I the reason, No. I am not;

It is the particle nature, the duality;

Wave and the particle.

 

Schrödinger could do it with Planck’s constant.

He had Hamiltonian operator for help.

But you… How you could do it.

Many tried to catch the particle;

You became the wave like a mirage.

Fools tried to stop the wave;

The particles vanished to thin air.

 

Science moved on and the Years moved on

Finally, the black hole arrived.

No particles, nor waves can escape from the black hole.