Stay The Course

for ‘The Revolution’

Poems

Stay the course O brothers and sisters brave
and let us rectify the history!

Now is not the time to resign,
the hour is with us finally
and we must not look away or
fall asleep without claiming victory.

The ocean has begun to roar again
after more than forty years of silence,
of indifference to our violated mothers’ pain
and lying oblivious to our martyred fathers’ blood.

The waves of countless eyes rose and fell
in unison, here and there rows of candles burned.
Fathers, daughters, mothers and sons stood together
with the barriers of age and gender, gone.

Let us unleash a raging Tsunami
that shall never be a mere lynching mob
satisfied with the blood of a few rapists,
a handful of traitors and murderers!

Let the oppression and tyranny too be crushed
along with corruption and ignorance
so those who keep a sovereign state crippled
may…

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The Voices in My Head

The Voices in My Head

These voices that scream and whisper
in my head, perpetual, even
in my dreams they keep persisting
like entropies around the edge
of the cosmos, are driving me insane!

Each of them is as different
as human thoughts can be, while some
in mellow whispers sing of love,
others are more inclined to scream
in rage against a perceived injustice!

Then I heard that conscience has a voice too,
praising good deeds, from a biased perception,
with loud words and mildly admonishing
my evil deeds, which I had never meant to do!

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A Better One *

A Better One *

If I did not have this drive at all,
no urge to be one and whole again,
would I have written these words for you and me,
these spontaneous thoughts from the core of my heart?

Well, I know you shall not have the time
to see the words, nor wonder what may lie beyond
not in this one and neither in your next life,
still, can you ever let yourself grow insane!

We should rather let the sparks of insanity
scatter in the wind across the Earth, burning bright –
across the barren deserts and high mountain lands,
perhaps in a thousand years one or two of them
would find two souls where they can ignite a blaze, fierce enough
to burn down this world and build a better one out of love!

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* Lovely Conversations 19

Lovely Conversations 18

Lovely Conversations 18

It is not solitude that I have in my soul,
when my love is so far away from me,
it is more like an emptiness that has never
bathed in the rays of the sun, nor ever
been exposed to the vital sweetness of the wind –
unlike solitude, more fertile than what I have inside!

Yes, I knew the abode of my love was within
the crimson walls of my heart, closer than
the vein that brought freshened blood for my fancy thoughts,
but still through decadence I just forgot
the way my soul could be one again with my love,
exactly like they both were many billion years ago,
perhaps before the flow of time began or time was born!     
Come my love and remind me the way that will take me home!

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