Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Poem on Singur

Singur Saturday

That Saturday,
Creeping through the naked sky
Terror eclipsed sun
Blindly commits suicide.

Blue tongue
Hang on shamefully between
Shameless eunuch jaws.

Morning begins
With Protest Blossoms and
Wordy eruptions.
Morning matures with
Lathis and rifles.
And slangs
-“…suworer bacchha saalaa, aay…”

Mourning morn
Disappears in melancholy
With tears, cries and bloods.

A child looks
Into a vacant patch of loaded sky
Desperately with pale eyes
For something else
Perhaps for a football, a slate
or his slain future

He’s standing
On the ruin of democracy.

The cat walk of justice
On the ramp of “Communism”
Simulates erotic sense of Tatas, Ambanis, Bennis…

There, the tyrants are writing epitaph
For dying people
And writing welcome graphity
For corporate tycoons.

But singers of soil
Are tearing off the glamorous mask
Out of the vulgar face of Development-
Development at the gunpoint!

Special Eviction Zone
Social Eradication Zoo
Soul Erasing Zygote

SEZ’s are being created for
The creators of people’s car.

The other day farmer’s little son would ask
To his father flatly-
“Would you buy that car for me, baba?”
The answerless farmer would answer-
“My dear, I can’t buy back even our life bought by them”

Political power runs by
Rifles and cartridges
And power empowers powerful.
Power is yet to become power of powerless.
Its F … A … R …
That little innocent boy
When he grows up
Then one day he would learn this reality
From his school of life.

A hard evening falls
On the faint furious fields
Of Singur.

Doomed are the people.
Their dim eyes
Stretch wider
And wider
With darkness deepening.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Sounds of Silence

Keep Silence

Don’t spit
From burnt mouth

Our faces
Are broken
Into fragments

Our faces
Broken mirror

O friend
Where shall you go now?

Our eyes
Are punched
By advertisement tags

Don’t vomit
Else you may be
Vomited out instead

Perhaps you know that
You are a human bomb

Our minds are stabbed with
Knife of uncertainty
O friend
What shall you do now?

War & Peace

Beware of Peace

No World War
No Cold War
No Gulf War

No war at all


We are bored of this
Dead era

We are living in dry times
Without wars

To be fought for rulers
By and against human being

No topic to talk about

Nothing to worry about

Warless we live
In ghost like peace

Even though
We may observe
So many warfronts
In so many places
In so many minds
In so many worlds

Silent wars crawl
From one corner of the thought to the other

Virus of power game
Keep on expanding their empire
Inside the minds of Warlords

War is in fact
More prominent now
In this peace like peace

War has always been
A bargain play
For power poles

You can see
War everywhere

You can see war
In trees

War is made
To shine
In our psyche'

Unseen wars are lethal
As much dangerous
Undiagnosed disease happens to be

In order to be aware of wars
Beware of Peace