At last end of the eve, self have been sacrificed
Now I became joyous like the Earth.
In mirth sometimes I lied across the rivers
Where the history dance between the grasses
And again touch the sky and the sun
Without squinting while gazed
Yet the tears dripping down
And reminds me that, I was a being once!
Rising from the Pacific aftermath
Seeing the rain-forest, give rise a feelings of delta
Cause once I was moving around the silted land.
While I reach to the Himalaya as a big bird
And become a not-self while meditate
Then again I enter into the realm of music
Give rise the feelings of musician
Whilst I had a Garth of notes!!
And lit the torch of music,
In the Olympic!
26th June, 2016
Arnold, you who were the great Carling master
You who utterly became a flamboyant monster
You who dragged a generation into the world of lifter
You who had the radish like biceps of useless fighter
You who had wrongly taught us to live like body builder
Now you realized why the softer over come the harder!
You who had misguided the whole America to be the body lover
Instead of harness the mind and forget the fragile body forever!
Now you are crying silently because you are the great loser
Loser, cause you never learned how to be a great truth lover
All that you were was a dinosaur disguise in Schwarzenegger
All that you were was a cyborg disguise in Schwarzenegger
Words are clumsy
We create forests with it
And named them poetry
Like a poultry its too wordy
Too colorful, too loud
That deafen our conscious
Blunt our sensuality
Its to heavy to have an essence
Its alienated us out of alienation
Likewise imagination upon imagination
Dream out of dream
Free yourself before you
Write down a poetry.
10th May, 2016
We are alien since we have distinctive feature
Where hairs sparsely distributed on this creature
We are human but cleverly labeled as mammal
In disguise we don’t carry neither birds or animal’s culture.
We are so ugly that’s why we become so sexy
Yet we boast we have the most beautiful body
How could it would be beautiful if its so fragile?
We couldn’t even stared at the sun don’t be agile!
We always go on about our difficult back pain
But yet we think of to conquer the whole realms
Yes, we have hair, we have brain and we know how to gain
Isn’t it enough to be calm, and admit to say we are nothing but aliens.
Havoc, don’t show your agitated hands
She would be a prime of India in sequence.
Thence she could bring Kama-Sutra
Instead of Narendra Modi’s Yoga.
Yes, she could easily pacified the people
Who raped girls in the bus with her lustful grapple.
Even she could bring peace among her belligerent neighbors
To carry out the foreign tours in the disguise of seditious ex-tours.
I wove a hundred stored skyscraper through my sacred web
Yet, couldn’t refrain yourself to evaluate me archetypally
So, question could arise, is that my very existence,
Which exist only inside my tarnished skin?
Whether you listen it or not
But yet, it flung a enormous postulation towards the blue
I know, when the essence of a man has been hanged
in the saddest mural of past,
Then even a roomful of boggy would stop
Inside the story of stupid character certificate.
27th April, 2016
Hide and seek, the primordial game is going on
Though I became a simply beginner by cleansing
The mind cleansed, heart cleansed and the motion too
But still have to walk alone within the handcuff of goo
Why goo? Which goo? There is a an concluding answer
And yet Had to stopped, before that mascara-ding graver
That acts in between the evil and good, evolved from the myths obviously
Thus I have to play a long hide and seek before the nature catch me sinuously.