Back To Poetic Front

• eternity is my last stop
  losing all the developing vision
  of a democratic dude
  cruising for plasma membrane
  of dying soul via microscope

• rain was supposed to tell me
  the mystery of how the hell
  get fire extinguisher that too
  when they don’t permit the
  existence of dying ash

• true was avoiding poetic front for long
  I guess foot long now I know
  it’s an inevitable gesture
  of high five with linguistics
  leading crucifix

• I see silence talking to violence
  I see violence stalking bylanes
  I see bylanes crawling my aims
  I see my aims falling to my pains

• the close up of silence seems too heavy to hold
  I lost the vision by displacement
  physics offered me some theories
  I am done with breweries

• poetry is not about the poet
  or the subject on which you are writing
  it’s all about how beautifully one can
  blabber without losing attention.

• surrounding- hangout place for shelter
  makes me more moron than travelling aimlessly
  on mumbai roads I must migrate habit to habits

• ya so I was lost in the dense memories of raining blood
  all night I keep getting the history floods in
  my eyes I rest pledge of waiting bus

• there is cut in my writing butt
  I feel it stops the flowing words,
  imagination keep getting displaced
  before committing to cigarette buds.

statue pain drain

oh hi
back to the sheet
free flowing wind blowing
heart raining
words rowing
black background
night towing
i got license
but morning station
needs my attention
will summon myself
with or without going
hah! that’s not what
i decided for sowing
barren land cemetery
kool enough for for for
god knows i am just bowing
to the words coming
to the leads showing
wow that’s a good
example of writing
witch needs to be get going
but vehicle got disappeared
in the blame game
logic is what left for train shame
ohkay will travel as per planned chain
even if its useless for damn pain
sane insane stop the brain drain

dancing muse

well dancing muse
a flowing excuse

in my mind and heart as if
glowing bulb on the verge of fuse

she got some playing darts
pinching soft corners like
jumping wheels of bullock-cart

why should I write well
got to play my part

therefore everyone shall remain
and restore their life long chart

oh too much rhyming as if
poetry is chime of art

oh I miss dancing muse
she said no to my views
keeping me high on refuse
pour me till I diffuse

muse knows how
to use and misuse
let her be with
what
she needs
to lose to chose to cruise
so that she can heal all my bruise
oh well then bye to all the byes
will remain cool and coy
dancing muse
see you when see yiu.

Ah Simplicity

Ah… Simplicity

Waiting wants holiday since birth.

Society served me the laws and logic.
So that my face won’t look gothic.

But Simplicity Why you are not there in the city?
You always roam rest on a village side.
Putting the glittering city abide.

Oh Simplicity come to me
I lack wisdom daily facts and
figures made me despise the living manners
of ever developing city.

Oh Simplicity

Do I need silence
Or the fragile ageing?
Or shall I exhaust all my desires of running youth?
When I will be able to grasp you inside wholly Miss Simplicity

I need rest from knowledge from wisdom from human struggle
from everything that needs the shout out.

Oh Simplicity Let’s keep it simple
I will be your smiling dimple.
youth unavoidable pimple
maturity wisdom wrinkles.
simplicity so long.

Passion Nothing wrong if it is not there.

There is nothing wrong if you don’t have a passion for anything. Not everyone can afford a simple living.

I realized that void of passion in me which I see in my surroundings. That passion which people have for their work, life, family, friends, politics, and humanity. They are ready with their high opinion on all the aspects of life. I respect that. But I am not able to produce such socially acceptable passion which needs the desired acknowledgment from peer pressure. My personal favourite Great Indian Literary Laureate said – This knowledge longing for knowledge, one logic leading to another proves that you are a part of the circle. You must lose logic-energy to roam outside this never-ending cell.

Coming back to passion after leaving the social acceptance party. I am trying to feel the ecstasy, intensity of Passion through the works of Legendary Artist all over the world. And Yes, It is helping me a lot about that whatever strikes you should completely immerse yourself in that ocean of yours. So that when people stop by they must say – That island over there is full of treasures you must visit to collect for your journey.

So Right Now this much only I can gather from the weather dancing in my heart’s ladder

Don’t worry I am no Mick Jagger So kindly participate and show some swagger

Cause Dancing Floor is waiting for your depression-slaughter

Oh Yes, I caught her in my words

My words do matter.

W O R D S -s w e e t- little- B I R D S

burning sun shouted

let the music flow

birds legendary conductor of

the opera which only nature knows

do not ask for nothing

just crumbs of bread and butter

tell them your love for them

never going to shatter

just be friends

with sweet little singing

nature mother’s daughters

how much innocence

is stored in their constantly

moving neck

eyes sprinkling curiosity

as if inborn attribute for simplicity

i love birds

i want to make my

words be like them

searching for what only they knows

rest all wonders

i.e. the artists dough

to make love and beauty

truth and honesty bow

Avatar Lost In Accent Conflict

english makes

tongue unleash

american accent

no offence, for me

animated fraction

example Avatar Sanskrit

word for reincarnation

but now travelling juggling

as globetrotter as per

speakers mood operator

accent whether forced by

developed nation should not

be accepted by developing city-zens

for they have their own learning

to nurture own personal problem to harbour

Superpower should not overwhelm the

existence of ignorant developing person

for he is simple gentle and one of its kind.

i respect appreciate your superiority

but do not force the entire aura

with your celebration my Sir My Lord

maybe i am happy with my mother’s

kind words.