Sunday, November 15, 2009

This is (not) here

This Is (Not) Here

Hanging before a silhouette of
Your quiet road
Are you there
S.t.i.l.l ...

Unless the hidden matrix of human factories
Explodes like a human bomb
The fight
Against artificiality
Makes no meaning

The rhythm

And Superego
Forgot to return from brothel

Do you remember
We had dreamt of losing something
O friend
Before the journey began?



But why should we

We can, But why should we?

One fine morning
We can leave
Our homes
In search of a new home
To die in

We can sing through
Your vocal chords
To stop singing at all

We can blossom
Deserted caves

We can run away
From our own
Fires of revolt

We surrender before them
And cry for shelter

We can hammer nail
On our foot
For we had have
Enough of walking

We can inject slavery
Inside our mouths
To be hearer

We can easily lose
One more war
At the cost of a thousand more wars
To be won

We can
We can
We can

But why should we?

Saturday, November 07, 2009

Green Music

Green Music

And bring
My guitar

They are going to dance

I ought to sing
A song which
They want to listen

They are my children
The leaves of roadside tree

Its raining

As if nobody wished rain
This year

But who may forget
The rain
Of a pathetic night in one’s own life

Don’t disturb
She’s still sleeping

She was fighting whole the night
Against tremor

She knew
What is
The difference between
Life and death
That is why she fights
Even for others

She saved the entire village
From a landslide:
She is tree
Of that remote village hill

Friday, November 06, 2009

On MetaEarth

Many Earths

You can create as many earths as you like

No matter
Outside or within this earth
No matter
How mach big or little those shall be

You may not listen to
The pathetic farewell song of
Birds flying towards south

Whether you ask the silent cascade
For its opinion on your opinion of creating new earths

This ever spinning earth has
Always loved to see you
Multiplying your goals, exponentially
Amplifying your dreams, horribly

And, there is ample of space
In this liberal universe

Your ambitious red eyes
Can’t see wounds
That you have gifted to this earth
With ‘zero greed’

Human have always misused its technology
To exploit others:
The educated parasites have
Started gnawing continuously
The crust, fat, muscular tissues, bones
Of earth

Accumulation of properties can make you “rich”
But at cost of
Earth’s silent cry

You wish passionately to multiply
And multiply

Ok, you multiply
Your desires
And markets

But do you know
That this anomic earth
Is bored of your hungry needs?

You can go anywhere
And build your earth of your choice

You can do anything you like
But you don’t have the option
Ro choose between
Your lunatic life and

Your ego flies over
The empty nests of some newly extinct birds

Whatever big number
After you multiply something with something
You are badly in need of ‘one’

You are deeply aware
That you are gradually losing
Your ‘One’
-The Earth