The Paperboat 

There breathes another kingdom , secluded from the frenzied-

 scintillations of  glossy aerial towers of glass, steel

and too much of  amorphous concrete

Even the rays of sun loathe to shine upon- the indigent land

Orchard of unwanted weeds  dwelled by scum-bags

I was born out of the innocent  hands of lively little lads

Folded out of wrinkled torn-out papers of dumped notebooks

and with my  fellow mates, they kept me  on the shimmering  line of start

roaring with exhilaration , with fastened sails of golden dreams 

acquired  ready stance- and off we went into the unknown !

and ran behind the ingenuous chasers , pure and free and unaware

of the abyss which lies beneath, which has swallowed many a wrecks

the arduous river flowed and sprang , down down and up again

twisted and swirled around the snags through the vivacious skid –row

and I sailed over the fetid monster,  valiantly like the gallega

I saw a decrepit hut with its cardboard walls and a roof of tin

Where stood a silhouette of a woman with a back so stooped

And With her coal heated iron she presses the fancy cloths

But the creases of her bygone past refuse to recede

The giant rats leap across the black river, as I maneuver for balance

Under the banyan tree, a rickshaw puller dozes on his only asset

Another uninspiring  hard day he had hauling people to varied places

and he drinks with his scanty wage, to ease the callous fatigue.

I kept going, until I drowned

In this kingdom where even the sun loathe to shine upon

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Signals, wrecked bungalows and neon trees

Blazing past in a swiftness so brutal

Existence till now, was never so fatal

Rules, time, gravity, pain- all shattered

In the glory of the moment

For as long as the fire burns

Over the asphalt grey.

River of light around flows and flows

Not a sound you hear

Like immersed in the waters black

Its not the milky way you knew

Not the same bull or hunter

in the parallel sands of time

frozen people passing by

in the ecstasy of speed and thrill

the turning wheel turns into

a golden clock

 may be the life was too fast indeed

Confessions Of A Corrupt Mind

graffities on the walls of my mind so corrupt

riotus echoes in the halls of my mind they erupt

in the ocean of guilt, my conscious drowned

with an empty soul dancing to tune of 21 guns

in the hands of a traitor- a nation lost and found

robbed from the feeble hands of common ones

black dalhias on the beds of my mind so corrupt

have poiseoned the threads of my mind somewhat

i have sucked the wind from its signal waves

and sucked it more till it completely dried

and smuggled it to where my allies stayed

my selfindulging selfishness surely satisfied

and I don’t really remember 26^th of November

when the city danced to the melancholic firecrackers

and I was woken up from my peaceful slumber

by the deafening gunshots of the puppet attackers

i made very sure that plotted slaughter ensued

to avenge the ashes of burning train of divide

and the bloody game of throne still continued

when thousands of men of both the Gods died

the crippled society alleges me of vice corruption

even the archangels can’t undo the sins I have done

come out my akin brothers- the fraudulent senators

we deserve nothing but to be hanged under the sun

Rishikesh

two of them exist, but one of them flows

scintillating water gears up to decompose

holy bricks don't speak of bottled sins

of sacred grass by pearl white skins

dance of the night to the pious tune

meditation of saints feeds the moon

rain of tinted spirituality shall fall tonight

you'd stay here forever consumed in light

Then There Was No Sky

the last spiteful war was fought and done

and our world had changed forever

it was first of its kind battle for the sun

originated as a covetous endeavour

like the withered maple leaves, they fell

when he unleashed the horses of war

guided by hell's lighthouse, bound in spell

the army of sailors rowed to its shore

the city of manequins witnessed a rebirth

the enchanted prisoners of the big tower eye

built a shell concrete round the earth

then the grounded wept-there is no sky'

so let the trees of unison rise from embers

and break every brick with potent strike

some are forgotten some he remembers

but we all are his blood children alike

The Revolution Circus

fools on parade with their fake plastic flags

gathered in clusters

half of 'em flustered,

dandy reporter with her fake plastic nose

news has gone down the wire

spreads like a wld fire

stand-up guy with his sarcastic speech

swathed in hypocrisy

disguised bureacracy

college kid with enthusiatic wit

talks of the revolution

amending the constitution

anti courrption crusader with monastic poise

instigated slow insurrection

is this collapse of corruption?

How To Kill A Child

Put him in a preparatory institution

Which resembles an old warehouse

Where he struggles with retribution

Like a trapped feeble mouse

I am sure this will kill the child

Convert him into sweet shinny droid

And Scrape out his thumping heart

Cut his soul and paste a void

With a process that’s state of art

I am sure this will kill the child

Lock his creative cellar in advance

Where he’s kept in constant remand

Make sure he doesn’t sing or dance

And Mock him if raise his hand

I am sure this will kill the child

Show him the ruptured road sign

and tell him it is the one more taken

and if he steps out of the trodden line

his future shall be ruined and forsaken

I am damn sure this will kill the child