It is never too late

Stubbed out for over a decade

The inferno stays hibernated

Everyone rests in peace until one day

When it comes back to life and each soul is infuriated.

The radical elements of destruction

Pounces upon every now and then

A sheer avatar of barbarism

And innocent lives bear all the pain.

Who were those people we voted for?

It’s been a hell lot of strife

Contained within us, smothering and twinging our existence

Swelling enormously, going rife.

Who shall awaken you from slumber?

The materialism keeping you sound.

Who shall mount courage into you?    

Your cowardice invading your ground.

Generations shall curse us

For the initiative we should advance upon now

Let the humanity behold a new era of harmony and love

A world devoid of terror, only WE can plough. 

A Tribute to Bishwajeet and Rishabh

The euphoric campus now stands agonizing and doomed

The day you left us without a word

Didn’t think about your friends, your family

And you set for the heavenly abode.

What did you have on your mind?

How do we face the room you lived in?

All that love we shared, even when we argued 

Is now washed away and gone.

Every moment without you is onerous

Every thought about you is painful

But this surely is not the end

We will meet again when you are reborn.

We miss you. 

Date of Creation: February 27, 2009

Who should we blame?

Lying on the pavement

There is a child crying for food

He was abandoned due to poverty

But there is no one to help him

And no one feels shame

Then who should we blame?

Participating in a rally

There is a youth in his 20's

He earns for his old-aged parents

Some miscreants herald a hoax

In the stampede, he goes lame

Then who should we blame?

In his office at Janpath

There is a politician asking for bribe

Audacious enough but heedless though

That he is on a sting show

Yet he is a personality with fame

Then who should we blame?

Lying on the roadside for several days

There is a dead body

A policeman is standing near-by

Offhanded with his duty, smoking in vain

And there are no relatives in the frame

Then who should we blame?

On the border

There is a soldier fighting for his country

Day and night he escapes death

And one day he is shot

For he misses the target, his aim

Then who should we blame?

Fighting over a piece of land

Where once stood a monument

There are Hindus and Muslims

Those were politicians who stirred them up

And when there is no Gandhi to stop them

Then who should we blame?

Watching a movie

There is a lady in her 30's

Thieves burgle in the house and tie her down

Those morons loot and escape

And she is harassed on filing an FIR for claim

Then who should we blame?

Do not be numb now

Speak, share, blog

Who do you blame?

The Curious Soul

Tossed up sometimes in the gloomy days

The gaunt log of my past alights

The fond memory sets alight

And my curious soul begins to read.

The days of merriment cherished

The words of love then exchanged

The edifying tours traveled

And the recreative cultural nights.

But they are all faded and rippled away

The cheerful mansion of love now rusted

The string that bound us now held loose

And we cascade like shed autumn leaves.

I myself a miniature of His titanic innovation

Feel like a daft fly who is fumbling in the dark

Fluttering his fragile wings

Waiting for doom!

Thus in a somber winter night

Snugly ensconced in an eiderdown

Slurping a sip of hot coffee

I am thronged by these smudgy retentions.

Still, I can feel those winds in the corridor

Driving me to arrest the fragrance bygone

Still, I can feel those festive beats

Delightful and revitalizing - pursuing me in my dreams.

Date of Creation: February 3, 2007