O Night, Tender Night

O Night, Tender Night

O Night, tender night, I miss the darkness
of your silent hours, when the society
is dead asleep! Introspection that shreds
myself to pieces in search of the light
demands prolonged hours of darkness in solitude!

   

Now I too must surrender to the whims
and wishes of my frail limbs, the pinnacle
of evolution, one step in front of the chimps!

   

Pity for my empty dreams I have through the night
like the rest, of belonging to a higher step
the next day; higher not ahead on a stairway
built on the whispering wind and vague promises
of a better day, at the cost of one’s neighbors’ demise!

    

As the dawn spreads across the horizon,
a darkness grows inside despite the rising sun.
Soon the forged manacle of time with its tick-tocking,
incessant, pushes me over the edge of sanity.

   

And though I know, absolute freedom too is disastrous,
amid so many shining abattoirs
on every walk of life, I am neither cruel
nor fat enough to take either roles, so I pray –
O Night, tender night, I miss growing mad the other way!

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A Sister

A Sister
Dedicated to HeartBeatsBlue

 

I had a sister in the Amazon,
a solitary Onça-pintada,
this is the tale of how humans violated
her habitat, killing her in the end!
    

They chopped and burned down the trees to construct
a mighty wonder of human progress
amid the grandest one of Nature’s own
and still my darling Nature sustains them!
   

She had battled on for many centuries,
while the Dodo and the giant Mammoth failed
but she could only fight so many wars
before yielding to human avarice!
   

Earlier she had been jailed too, so I heard
for protesting against humankind’s poisoned darts!

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Fie On Us

Fie On Us

  

Inspired by Kunal Thakore’s brilliant poem,
MAKING GEOGRAPHY, HISTORY

 

Fie on them, ah fie on those evil hands!
Hands that cleaved the earth with their cunning quills
to reign over the divided world from far,
in the name of progress and assistance!

   

Imperials they were, some keeps repeating
but I say, devils with faces of men,
how can they be anything less with deeds,
graver than the gravest atrocities!

   

Behold the line that cuts into pieces,
this vast and peaceful sub continent,
cruelly into some three incomplete parts,
courtesy of Radcliffe, the buffoon knight!

   

And now one fifth of the world’s populace
live by that line, so fie on us as well!

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Image: Vikramjits

 

Do Not Ruin

Do Not Ruin

I wanted her to be my world but she denied,
so the world became like her to my soul.
The rivers became her veins, their water
her flowing blood and the oceans her limbs!

The wilderness still untamed is her lungs,
bleeding from the greed of human progress,
just like her swelling limbs are from its waste!

O greedy humans do not ruin my love
and learn from both your science and history!

Perhaps then you can stop living like this,
as those colonies of viruses do,
moving from one host to another once
their current host is consumed from inside,
for I do not see another world in my sight!

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