Indian Secular

Walking down the ugly road of his rusty old town
exclaimed an old secular, Oh what horror has befallen thee,
the alleys no more smell like saffron and where are the faces in glee,
fear rests in one of the corner and the speech is no more free.

At the end of a road, read a hoarding
Suppressed voices; are asking a way out through.
You have a love affair with your own voice
but for once have courage to try something new.


Democracy, it read is about accommodation
and not about appeasement or more rights.
Child with an extra candy will always
crawl back home alone after falling on the road.


Too Kind, Too Charitable but Too blind
emptying your own coffer, austere, dead

On Twitter

Words are up for sell,
Use them wisely
For who has them in excess
No point flaunting

Words are limited
Let each of them strike a chord
of rhythm and symphony
peace only discourse

Words are combinations of
thousand unwise sounds
a meaningful entity
in the world moribund

Words set in actions
all the wars that are to be
and words can only put an end
to wars if their can ever be

Words of compassion
can lessen the pain
but words can even hurt
more than a wound can

Words of wisdom can
clear the misty clouds
but words can shroud you
always in a world of despair

Words are important and
important is the man from where they be
words are up for sell
use them wisely.

Kargil

It was a  battle

that knew no trails

for the saffron

was up for hail

The heroes were hung

and princess cried on dead-bed

slaves were taken in

an women raped and derailed

There was no fire

for funeral pyre

They lay dead in the field of saffron

All by themselves

For Vultures and Eagles

Played scavenger hunt.

For who chew the flesh

of the hero, the head

The marks of battle

homogenized with bite

saffron of meat

came out amidst respite

In the greens of valley

under the whites of  moon

all what was left was

Chakra of Dharma's rule

From colors of struggle

They made symbol of greatest pride

Let the enemy come now

This nation can battle every might.

A Poet

I am but a poet

and words are all I have

I crave for the moments

of money in rich time

and of hardship and misery

when I up for a dime

of  beauty and love

and glorious sunshine

of obscurity and heartbreak

and dark ugly night

of friendship and mellowness

in the people's eyes

of jealous and hatred

towards me all the time

of victory and gain

when my ambitions are mountain high

of pain and loss

and my ego in marine.

I am what I am

for the life wanted me to be.

I don't want a Good life

for Good is not so good for me.

I crave for all the flavors

that life has in store for me.

I am but a poet

and words are all I have.

Muse

For  Shakespeare had a muse

and for her he writes

I look up for someone

Who lets my thoughts go kites

In the Turbulence of Desert Dunes

In the escapes of tides

In  the silent murmurs of lonely roads

Up  on the mountains covered in whites

Under the cover of history that eludes

In the myths of lost times

In the relics  from frontiers

with  a story of big time

In the expanse of Forts and Palaces

In the diamond and rubies once worn by

On the benches of dusty stations

and trains and  Airplanes for me to fly

When the rebel in me had his time

I realized I haven't  found mine

For what I needed was not the journey to the places

For what I needed was journey deep inside.

Few Battles

There are few battles,
Un-fought

There are few questions,
Un-asked

There are few dreams,
Un-seen

There are few wounds,
Un-cleaned

There are few shades,
Un-cleared

There are few moments,
Un-cheered

There are few constrains,
Un-chained

There are few failures,
Un-debt

There are few challenges,
Unfledged

There are few passions,
Un-leased

There are few talents,
Un-crypt

There are few battle left
And I’ll win them all.

Envy

I envy the man
I thought I was
Hard on Principles
Tough like rod

I envy the man
I thought I could be
Working by the book
articulate and sort-out

I envy the man
I thought I would be
Defining Perfection
Seeking beauty

Life sets many stages
Stairs I Climbed
To become a man
I wanted to be

But none of this
Would have brought me any closer
To the man
 I am and should be