Today I walked down a round around the city
Through the rhythm of Tao like a deep tube,
Gazing and enjoying the game of puppy
While I got back there’s a tinge of moonlit only.
And think twice about the future of the doggy hoods
That gave rise an idea, If I would be a rich enough
I’ll create a sanctuary for the street dogs
Where they can enjoy their instinctive drift
That has been shattered by the name of humanity!
20th November, 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
In my childhood, I got used to with the four well known walls
Then sun rose a thousand of times through the window or ventilator
Sometimes I soared up as a bird
And back again as a hungry puppy
But suddenly without any indication
Transformation happened to me absurdly
Likewise the flabby character of Sukumer
I tried to fly up with the inflated limbs
But nothing had happened,
Despite some kind of futility
Hence, I gave farewell to Schwarzenegger
And now when I’ve changed into a complete supple being
And took a flight of ten thousand miles as a dragon of Lao Tzu
Then again learned to love the four well-known walls
But yet again I got notice of displacement
Now I’m heading for the home town
Where the four wall still longing for me.
13th 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.
Am I just a box of sorrow to you?
Or the memories of sadness only!
But still waiting for you dwelling in a box
A box full of insanities still surrounding, grasping
Across my tiny room as they turned into bugs .
They swarm, gather in the walls like forest
And eventually turned me to a sacred box.
Isn’t it possible to send me as a parcel to you?
Do you think a box always remain as mortal!
A mortal could only altered to be a selfless
Like me, or like a stray
Or like a waving cosmos
Falls before the osmosis!
7th May, 2016
I heard and learned many many times that the real talent ripen lately.
Similarly that fact also appropriate for the true freedom seekers who wants to fly like birds, but in between the long path that one has to cross while achieving the wisdom, nobody neither sees it or perceive it. Rather they only observe the manifestation of wrinkles that slowly surrounds the eyes and yearning to grasp the whole skin. In English people say “ crow foot” which only spreads the pity or compassion. Therefore I had to stopped short to soliloquizing that “how many beautiful days and nights I’ve been lost through this crow foot like streets of illusions by forgetting the sweet smile of sweet heart which could only be compared with the wretched story of the urban crow who destined to succumbed.
I was running for an angel
Then I caught up in wish
I was fooling around in the misty
Without knowing the mystery fish
Fishing the mystery isn’t easy babe
If the freedom yet to get
So I’ve been haunted with the misery
And I crawled down as a cat
Though I finally found an angel
But I lost it within my whim
Yet I’m running after that angel
Would be another failure scheme
5th May, 2016