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What an "ANGELUS" time it is
These times of LOVE

The "SALATS" of the moment
embraces everything around us

Is it the "FAJR" of birds kissing?
Is it the "ASR" of cats stretching?
Is it the "MAGHRIB" of peacocks screams?

Those are the sound of LOVE I suppose

I can see on the cheeks
The wetness of the kiss
That has not dried yet

Who is the LOVE
(BELOVEDz /  LOVERz) who causes
The tears swell in the eyes
Of the one who LOVES?

Why is the eagerness to touch
The bare shoulders so enticing?

Why the heart longs to
drown into LOVE
(BELOVEDz / LOVERz) core?

Placing one's face on the lap
The flower smells jasmine rains

Close eyes and experience my LOVE
When I seal your pores with my lips?

Can I sing you lullabies
When you sleep besides me peacefully?

Can I snap a new art sculpture
Out of your hair every morning?

Forget your thoughts
While feeling my LOVE
By being in LOVE with me

Why the words become worthless
When we share
A common breathing between our lips?

Who is listening to the music
Of our heart-beats?

Why do roses rain over us
When we share our chromosomes?

Who are they?
There, below the waterfalls
Behind the mountain caves
The two magical unicorns in LOVE?

Who will pray "TEFILLAH"
When we are in
Ultimate union of LOVE?

Who will "TENEBRAE" our lives
To illuminate our souls?

So that we "THEOPHANY" the
LOVE deity of ONENESS

Now tell me...

Will the clouds answer our LOVE-call?
Will the first ray of sun ever find us?
Will the moon ever illuminate dark lives?
Will the stars sparkle over our springs?
Will the dew drop give birth to seedlings?

To save the cosmos & planet EARTH
Let us embrace into
Single semantic of LOVE


फिर से गूंजेगा चंबल
बंदूको के धमाकों से,
फर्क सिर्फ इतना होगा
इस बार पूरा भारत भड़केगा।

कल चेन्नई में सत्रह लोग
हवशी दरिंदे पकड़े गए,
बहरी नन्हीं लड़की को
ज़िंदा लाश बना के गुज़र गए।

आज सुबह चंडीगढ़ से
२२ लोगों की करतूत सुनी,
चार दिनों तक कैद कर के
हैवानियत की कहानी गढ़ी।

३५ साल बीत गए जब फूलन ने
२२ लोगों को बेहमयी में
मौत के घाट उतारा था,
कांप उठा था उत्तर भारत
तब सारा देश जागा था।

कब तक हमें यह हैवानियत को सहना होगा,
मां, बहन, बेटी को कब तक घुट घुट के जीना होगा,
इतिहास गवाह है चुप रह के किसी को आजादी नहीं मिली,

* इसलिए, *

फिर से आज धमाका बहमयी सा दुबारा करना होगा,
उठकर आज फिर लड़कीयोँ को
बंदूक में गोली भरना होगा,
फिर से खून की होली इस देश में खेलना होगा,
फिर से मां काली जगदंबा को
इस धरती पर जीवन लेना होगा,
पापी अगर पाप करने से डरना छोड़ दे,
अगर लड़की की इज्जत करना छोड़
कमज़ोर शिकार समझने लगे,
फिर से धमाका इतना ज़ोरदार करना होगा,
सिर्फ देश में ही नहीं दुनिया में भी
कंपन इस बार मचाना होगा।

उठ खड़े हो मेरे देश की लड़कियों
अपनी बारी आने के पहले,
वरना इसी देश में तुम्हे
अपमानित जीवन जीना होगा,
अगर आज ना उठीं तुम,
सफाई जीवन भर देना होगा
यहां ना बची कभी द्रौपदी और सिता,
कठघरे में तुम्हे भी उनकी ही तरह
फिर खड़ा होना होगा।

Sparkle In Wisdom
19/07/2018.
Rough try....

Once again the ravines of chambal*,
Will echo with sound of guns,
The only difference is will be this time,
That the whole of India will be burning bright,

Just yesterday in South India,
17 vultures have been caught,
They had made a deaf girl,
A living dead body, killed her soul, ***** her laughter..

Just today morning in North India,
Read about the heinous acts of 22 men ,
For four days they kept a girl a prisoner
To thr immoral demands,
Brutally writing thr own horrendous story of ****..

35 years ago when Phulan was alive,
She had killed 22 men in an instant in Behmayi*..
North India has shivered then
The whole India awoke them..

Till when,
Will we have to beat this horrendous crime,
Will a mother sister daughter live in epathy,
History is witness that
No freedom was attained by being silent...

And so,

Once again a blast of Behmayi have to be repeated,
Girls will have to get up and fill thr guns ,
Once again a ****** game will have to be played,
Once again mother goddess Jagdamba*
Will have to reincarnate on Earth..
If the culprits have become fearless of committing crime,
If they stop having respect for girls,
Start believing girls to be weak and a easy prey.. Will have to once again
Do a blast that strong..
Not only our country but the whole world must be shaken..

Stand upright my country girls
Before someone lynch you..
Or else in those same country you will be insulted, blamed and given bad names,
If you don't rise today tho protect yourself,
You will have to give explanation for life time..
In this country of ours..
Where Draupadi and Sita were not saved,
One day you will also have to stand in the box like them..

Sparkle in Wisdom.
1/8/2018

Regards
I am having writer's block
and experiencing all this anger
and hunger and love and regret,
I feel like I just don't have a bowl
for all these incredible feelings.
I just don't have enough respect for words anymore.
I want to make a cake out of this psychedelia
and I don't even have a sweet tooth.
Where do I put all of it?
Not how.... where?
I feel like drinking water without pills is vain.
Air left in my stomach
makes my mind a ****** stalker
who'll chase you down the road
suddenly have concussions and die in front of you
and make you call the police for a whole new different reason.
Writer's block is ghost town
and I am still human without a soul.
How to die beautifully?
Perhaps when the sun shines the brightest in the dusk
burning everyone more than ever.
What's the best way
to celebrate one's birthday?

To throw a party?
To cut two cakes -
One for birthday, another for promotion?
To be with loved ones - called a family?
To cherish oneself and make goals for future?
To teach art to the less privileged children?

Yes, I did it all this time!

The best of everything was the part
when I taught art to the less privileged children
But to my surprise,
These cute children taught me
more than what I could teach them!
It was- how to be happily happy with minimalism.

I spent two hours of my birthday
With them
Teaching them art
And it was so awakening,
Their happy expressions of art
Made me more happy.

They gifted me that day a smile
Which was unconditional
Few were orphans,
few children of a single parent
With less of money
but more of heart!

Their smiling aura
Amidst all odds
taught me how to live
and be happy minimally!
A lesson to be learnt this 28 years of life
To be happy minimally.
Thank you all for your wishes on my birthday.
Always love to be at home called hellopoetry.
Here you are, our baby
So wanted, not expected
A little son, quietly there
In your cot, just by me.

And daddy lifts you
Bright in the morning
To see your first day
Over the chimney pots.

You are our newness
Opening the world
With your tiny hands
And we welcome you.

To Arlo
Love from Mummy and Daddy
Written by Grandma Mary ***
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