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

Shiva

I am Shiva

the God of all

Ghosts ,cannibals, humans ,thugs

I am impartial to all

I kiss death in lips

snake, my garland

smeared on my body are ashes

of dead buried in Far-land

I am the form of formless

and I am God of fertility

Yet I sit on snow capped mountains

far from proximity.

I smoke marijuana

I drink , tandav my dance

and I am the yogi of highest order

seclusion is all I ask

I say I am not ideal, not Godly

I am just like you

I do mistakes, I break in life

and Seek vengeance too.

Oh Lord Shiva

the one with fierce temper

destroyer of all evil

the impartial, the impractical

the all powerful yet incorruptible

the source of all energy,

the pool of knowledge

bless me the persona you hold

Beyond Worldly Illusion

Mysteries and Queers,the illusive lanes

what lies beyondis virtue of time

Variable views

the bending dreams

stands on the floor

polished in Cream

Masking Character

impersonating Personalities

guards us from the

man in our reality

Clear water spring

the salty lakes

are similar for

smoky eyes of dung cakes

Life we lead

the pictures we paint

shatters like a glass

when mist condense