bicycle by your side
hands tied
arms and legs askew
faceless man
who are you?

what did you do?
who weeps for you?
who loves you?
children, any?
father?
son?
who put the gun to the head
of the faceless man of BUCHA?

lying in the ruins of the street
what horrible creatures did you see
in that last, darkening light
of BUCHA?

i smell your scent,
like mangoes
i tasted them,
unripe & sour.
But I like it.

in tight quarters for hours
like sheep, with scorching heat
beating down. Following
the herds walking around

the ropes like
a zombie for a five-
minute wonky ride that
shakes your inside like a

bowl of strawberry jelly. Strapped
smashed together in narrow
seats is a man with a big belly
that shakes like a bowl of

strawberry jelly. In pitch
blackness surrounded by
screams. Ten thousand dollars
for the American dream!

Beneath the swaying trees
Where rivers flow silently,
a tale unfolds, as old as the sun.
In God's own country,
where hearts are kind- a partial truth
A mystery lingers in the collective mind.
Of the plethora of wealth that flows in
from lands afar middle east and west.
Yet, some say, the bowl is still empty
With a need for pleading on the loose!!
who are responsible?
With nothing Right and Left to ruins
sightless of lotus bloom
Is it the rulers, with vision unclear
Or silent voices, we struggle to hear?
Where are the famed heaps of wealth?
Of the land, now with begging bowl
it pains on labels, harsh and unkind.
On this land of beauty and endless charm !!
Let the ample fields where spices grow
Make the state, grow and glow
Weaving a story of hope, new and bold
where the future can unfold…
to rise above and find its calm.
for resilience to shine on every face !!

Cosmic dancer adorned with ash
Being the beginning and the End
the form of father and mother
You, my Lord, my Universe !!
Of Creator, preserver and destroyer
My mind always falls for the destroyer
of thoughts and deeds wild and weird.
The destroyer of dreadfulness around
With tangled locks and Ganges in flow
Wearing Crescent moon’s golden glow
Serpents twining around neck
Meditating in still, profoundly deep
From third eye, wisdom's fire does leap !!
With trident in hand,  drums that  beat
your fierce form, often misunderstood
Yet in your benevolence, lies the world's fate!!
Mahadev! Your grace is my ultimate state.
Every breath of mine is a gift from you
And every breath sings your praise and fame
You are the timeless one, beyond all ages!!