Pink, blue, white and green.
I have seen colors umpteen;
But today I saw a color unseen.

Why you talk about
me day and night?
Why everywhere and
anywhere you backbite?
Tell me, why like holy
verses my name you recite?
Tell me, why don't you
openly come and fight?
Why you always find
reasons to bring my name?
Why you want to hurt,
why you want to defame?
Tell me, till how long
will continue this game?
Tell me, what is your
mission, what is your aim?
Why my name always
on your tongue of fire?
Is it something in me
that your admire?

Elephant calf from its mother they'll burgle;
When both will be busy roaming the jungle.
Tied with the rope baby elephant will cry;
To break the rope again and again it'll try.

Its body will not have strength to set it free.
The rope will injure its flimsy leg and knee.
It'll become quiet, won't be heard its cries.
It will only look at jungle with tearful eyes.

Now it'll slowly start eating below the tree.
It'll think about wounds and won't try to flee.
Days will pass till it becomes very strong.
It will have very huge body and tusks long.

It'll work near the jungle which won't be far.
But will remember the pain and see the scar.
It will have immense strength but no hope.
It will break huge trees but not the old rope.

You questioned my patriotism.
My pen was shield.
You questioned my beliefs.
My pen is sword in battlefield.

I search east, I search west.
From both I only select best;
And then I discard the rest.

You Criminal! whenever
I looked at you.
I thought you were
one amongst the few.
Now I realize how
daft and dumb I was.
My views were full
of defects and flaws.

In murky waters they
all used to subside.
It was their nakedness
they used to hide.
Seeing they are not alone,
boldly they walk.
They praise the Criminal,
about him they talk.

Noises of jubilation
and victory surround.
But I hear faint echoes
of agonizing sound.
You Criminal! I used
to point only at thee.
Helpless finger! Now
so many criminals I see.

Plenty of smiles and two wings of dreams.
Friends were butterflies, grass and trees.
Flew high in skies and over the streams.
Played with flowers and followed the bees.

Always went to see sunset on top of the roof.
Gazed legion twinkling stars after twilight.
Dreamt a lot watching stars, staying aloof.
Often landed on gleaming moon at night.

But where is that girl, where she stays now?
Where this path leads, with sobs it is paved.
Followed the path and heard her echoing sough.
At a distance a tomb with some name engraved.

Covered with strewn feathers and something in piles
Went near and saw broken wings and dead smiles

**** hundreds with bombs and guns.
Terrorist you are.
Outright you'll be hanged for your actions.

**** hundreds with swords and fuel.
Rioter you are.
You may go unpunished for your acts cruel.

**** thousands with lips and tongue.
Leader you are.
You'll be hero for millions of old and young.

It was evening, time for sunset,
I walked slowly fatigued, burdened and upset.

I noticed three men imitating me, standing abreast.
They were dressed exactly the way I was dressed.

With anger and disgust I frowned.
Copying my expression they clowned.

Holding my head I looked at them with a smile.
They smiled back at me replicating my style.

Now I understood how they imitated me with perfection.
I was beside a mirror shop and those three were my reflection.

I walked forward with a wonderful thought.
with the help of pen for you all I have brought.

People around us are like our reflection,
hate with hate and love with love they will reflect with perfection.

A man had an injury.
On leg above knee.
He cried with pain.
Pain made him insane.
Taking a sharp knife;
Decided to take life.
Made a cut in hand.
Blood fell on land.
By impulse driven.
Paradise forbidden.

O East! you look
with greedy eyes
at treasures of west,
Look at your
treasures in the
eyes of west.

Here again comes Mr Nice.
Sighting girls melts like ice.
Again poked his ***** nose.
I think it is time for a dose.

Pricker to bring out pricker;
And iron to bring out iron from ores.
Let my words bring out
the hidden words of yours.

You please everyone;
Except one.

For some ego is bigger than verses holy.
Saintly demeanor but hiding needles treacly.
For some ego much bigger than pure logic.
When atheists preach sermon it doesn't click.

Few tongues very sweet and few extremely ****.
But God Almighty knows the secrets of heart.
In matters of faith I pity the way people think.
For them everything is just winning or losing.

Exchanged shoulders, to cry and fire gun.
Don't like any convention then quietly shun.
Question beliefs of millions and simply walk.
Won't be allowed, you need to walk the talk.

Mingle personal tragedies with worldly affair.
Many will peep, life will become thoroughfare.
Without pointing be in ample or meager wear.
It is your personal choice, I just don't care.

In shape of black and white
ram, 'Death' will be brought.
An Indomitable enemy each
and every living had fought.
Dwellers of Hell and Paradise
will be asked to recognize.
At once they will identify 'Death'
with their careful eyes.
Then 'Death' will be slaughtered,
its blood will be spilled.
In-front of all, 'Death' will be
put to death, it will be killed.
Eternity for people of Paradise! ,
there will be no more death.
Eternity for people of hell! ,
torment and eternal breath.