Blind God
I have handed over all the savings of my life
To the hands of a blind God
Or His autocratic rule has forced me do so
There is no hole in the fingers of his His hand
No entertainment is dripping from
Still a hungry tongue
I have hanged below his hardened chin
Like the pots they hung to collect date-juices
If a drop of love drips even by mistake!
I will swallow it then by licking
Shall drain it all with desire
Please satisfy my lifelong hunger, Lord
Hey dictator, whatever you took away belong to me
You do not exist without me
Because I exist, you have the arrogance!
I didn’t want this Holi game of Earth and Heaven
This drama of the actors like Behula and Lakhindar
The proof of a devotee’s devotion to Lord
In exchange of the bubbles in Yazid’s chest and the head of Ismail!
They why are you playing such strange game with the Universe!
Why Abrar gets death as a punishment for putting faith on you?
No heavenly sound reaches the ears of the those devils
If you do not see the pain of a mother who lost her son
If you turn deaf, if you do not hear the helpless cry of the oppressed
Then you are blind, you are deaf!
If the God is blind then the death of the devotee is a blessing
Because without death one cannot leave this Universe
Because there is no parliament to make you accountable,
So you are a despot and I am a rebel!
Return me the savings of my life
And take you this breath you gave on mercy
I do not want to give you the savings of my life
And don’t want to take breathing on mercy;
We don’t want to give you the seven months baby
like Simon Monti who never saw the World
We don’t want to see your tyranny in the Holy Artisan;
We don’t want to swim in the River Naaf,
nor we want to be born as Rohinga babies;
We don’t want to be born in Syria
and Yemen as children clad in blood
Why then you are creating rose-like babies
in Syria and Yemen
And why did you put the baby Jesus on the Cross?
If you don’t reply then you are an absolute ruler
and I am a rebel.
Kill me.
It is better to live in Hell than to watch your grimy games.
I want to depart,
Because without death one cannot get rid of your autocratic empire,
Death is preferred…
Do’nt Leave Smoking If You Can
The pink glimmer that bemuses me just before the sunset
Reclining into that and sipping a cup of smoky coffee
Desiring to draw your lips into mine
At that moment mixing a little smoke of your cigar
Will intensify the attraction
Don’t leave the cigarette.
(And you make wine and quality food from date tree
and grape fruits; of course there are instances in it for
the sensible and wise people. [Sura Nahal 16:67])
Don’t leave the habit of drinking, if you can
Be sensible and wise
You do not have to cross Pulsirat to come to me
Pour wine in two thin glasses with articulate longings
If you ignite coloured lights of cheers touching bosoms
The wine-soaked lips will rub in the lanes of magic
Don’t leave smoking, if you can
Fire burnt desire – makes me lustful
Lips soaked in wine and drenched in smoke
Creates a rhythm in Assembly of Nabaratna
When the roaring clouds descend down to moon-hill
Dance and art – get busy to exposes their bodies
So do not leave, if you can
Do not leave the curves of jungle-river
Don’t leave the sounds of birds
And the adoration of my Tulsiganga
In the worship of Buddha and Marijuana
When the ancestral households are disarrayed
Then the warmth of a hand touches my hand;
I wish to go for a long hibernation
Embracing the simple touches in intense wraps
Keep a delightful smash in marijuana, if you can
Me or Monalisa of Leonardo De Vinci
Anyone will give a pleasure smash
A smoke filled kiss on your lips naked in sleep
Don’ leave the cigarette, if you can..
Face Inside the Mask
The stream of blood of Kamrup Kamakkha flows in your eyes
A blood of river that destroys human habitations is flowing.
You are waiting for a cold winter night
Waiting for that most auspicious star-lucky moment
In distant Hastinapur
A hurricane glows in your eyes-
Eyes within eyes, face inside the mask;
Don’t show anything but can be seen; in broad daylight
But it would act like the hidden veins
Will forget totally after pledging on secretion of sexual desire:
You were a human.
Afterwards- you draw the blueprint of destruction
You become
The City of Pundra
The King Parsuram or a machine by yourself
Where innocent blood is sprayed
The head is sheared
In the machine of sacrifice…
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