Button is pressed
It spins

Button is released
It stops

So,
Does the Fan
Know it

Pulled in this way,
Pulled in that way
As if they are trying to
Hurt the rope,
But, rope isn’t the one
Who's getting blisters

Surely,
We are children
Of Mother Earth
Isn’t it because of her DNA,
We spin so much

Maybe not;
Mother has a fixed
Axis of spin
And we?

Wet soap bar
Slides through
Slippery fingers-

Falls on dirt
Again, and again

Wiping its dirt out,
It’s getting picked up

With the same
slippery fingers

Again, and again

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Four legs
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Two legs
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Two legs
Palanquin
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Two legs
Palanquin
wheels  
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Two legs
Palanquin
wheels  
Horse cart
Boat
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Two legs
Automobile
   Train
    Plane
    Ship
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Two legs
Automobile
   Train
    Plane
    Ship
Spaceship
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  Two legs    
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Garden
      .
Living-room’s flower vase
          .
Kitchen’s ******* bin
          .
Town’s ******* tip

Basking in the glow of dawn
Wearing pearls of dew drops
Brides of roses in the garden

Raising their necks proudly
Glamorising the living room
Celebrities of roses in the vase

Agonising in waste
Zombies of roses
In the kitchen ******* bin

Without being eulogised
Resting in peace
In the town’s ******* tip

Meaning: meaningless?

If no,
Then isn’t it a
Meaning by itself

If yes;
Multitudes of Meaning
In multitude of minds:
Chaos of multiplicity

Aha, what a profundity, for
Even if it is not,
Then it’s a
Profundity by itself

Running clockwise
Running anticlockwise
On a circle perpetually

Ongoing vertigo;
A side-effect of
Owning a mind

A flower’s
Petals

Our
Smiles

My
Sighs

Same
Fate

In a corner of the dark sky of heart
The only shining star is you

While Sun is fulgent in the sky
The darkness that dulls my heart
Is also you

The only poem that electrifies
My mind, day after day is you

While I enjoy that poem
The poison that burns my heart
Is also you.

In darkness, the lamp that brings
Light is you

When that lamp lights my heart
The wind that extinguishes it
Is also you

In a ragingly burning desert
The soothing cool breeze is you

While I relish in that cool breeze
The dust storm that suffocates me
Is also you

You float into my mind
Like a row of dreams

Then, you leave my heart
Like a row of sighs

My mind fans you with
Affection of tenderness

Then, like a shy plant
You shrink to hide yourself

Grass squashed by feet
Raising their necks,
Standing on their toes,
Look instantly to see who
The culprit was

Never was any relationship
Between us, she uttered
With great pride

That’s also a
Certain kind of relationship
I replied with great humility

The eyes lived in
Darkness for a while
Apprehensive of
The light rays
Suddenly come in;
But only for a moment

A song of empty words
To which a mesmerising
Tune is composed

Or

A song where a sweet
Melody is composed
For  nonsensical lyrics

When the light
Is turned on in the
Early morning,

Does it annoy you?

No, it illuminates.

The bunch of roses you offered
I brought home cuddling them
To my blossom softly and closely

When I arrived home, I saw
The flowers were withered
The Petals were no more;

Remained were only the
Thorns of the long stems
Buried deeply in my heart
Promising never to leave ever

The only relevance of distant past
Is only its irreverence, if any

Then, why does my stupid heart
Need reminder after reminder
Of this triviality

When I am in the ocean
I do not own a label
But I have a life

If I get caught in a net
Then I will become a tuna
And lose my life

Truth,
To welcome you?

Even to look at
An eye pricking
Bunch of thorns

Oh! No!

Falsehood,
Who comes in
Nice, nice ornaments;

Be my guest

Truth,
Trust you?
You hide your changing soul
By always using Just a single dress

Oh! No!

Falsehood,
You come in many costumes
But always has only one form

Trustworthiness?
You got it

Even the most
Beautiful butterfly
Has a caterpillar past

The drop of perspiration
On your crescent forehead
Is like a little glistening pearl
Crowning on a little rose,

He whispered to his sweetheart
With affection full of desires

The drop of sweat,
On her weary withered face
Is like an emblem that evokes
Disgust for life’s desires,

The hermit thought to himself

Chief Monk Sir,
I have sinned

How, Junior?

I came across
A young lady in ****;
I turned my head away

It is purity;  
Isn’t it, Junior?

No, Sir,
My head wouldn’t
Have turned in that flash
If it were just an
Ugly wooden block

You broke into my heart
Like a violent storm

Then you moved in my heart
Like a violent storm

When you left my heart
Still like a violent storm
It stilled my heard
Like a deep calm blue sea

You floated into my heart
Like a cool tiny breeze

Then you moved in my heart
Like a cool tiny breeze

When you left my heart
Still like a tiny little breeze
It took my heart by a storm.

When I was just a caterpillar
I had a great potential

Now,  a butterfly
I am just a beautiful sight

My dear Lord Jesus,
Why Calvary?

For gravity of our sins,
Even the Everest
Is shy of height

Our hearts are numbed
For the pain you endured
Taking the cross uphill

Our hearts are blunt
For the agony of the nails
Penetrating your veins and bones

We letdown
Your pain in vain;

We still cherish
Our sins

Bill Gate’s Empire
Is a  church
In my eyes

My only brother’s
Roomy house
Is a thorn to
The same eyes

The night sings through
Tree leave windpipes
With mild cool breeze

In the front yard
On white sand
The night paints
With silvery paint,
Borrowed from the moon

Night invites me out
With its enticing wonders
Seen on the CCTV

I wish I know
How to repair
My wheelchair

Waiting
For a drop of Sun
To float in: me

Waiting
For the window
To be opened: Sun

We still keep
Sinning!

Was
The Calvary Mountain
Too short

If it is not for
The string
I could visit
The Moon,

Kite feels.

I am liquidating
My ego

When done,
I can feel superior
To everybody

Nearby my feet,
Ants are busy
Minding
Their own business

They are too tiny
Even to worry about
Giganticness of my feet

The long dark lonely road
Extends into the horizon
And hides in the jungle

The horse strolls steadily
As if it knows the jungle

The coachman keeps
Daydreaming
As if he is in his couch

The jungle’s breaths
Sound like warnings  

Sniffing the danger,
Reins long for
Someone’s holding

While Sun
burns my Face,

Your smiles
Sprinkle.

Sunflower,
Why mutiny

The table is 3D, and
So is the orange on it

The canvas is 2D, but
The orange in it
Is 3D

Though
I live with my mind
It cohabits with
Alternative realities;

I cannot mind
This unfaithfulness, since
I should mind
My own business,

For I can’t write even this
Without my treacherous mind’s
Multiple dimensional disorder

The kite,
Floating in the sky,
Is resenting the restraint
Of the string

If I am qualified to
Go to heaven,

My dear God,

Kindly take me out
Just before
Inability sets in and
Prevent me paying  
My dues for
The precious breaths I steal.

In exchange of this huge favour
I am willing to go to hell

A piano
On your mind-fingertips:

My heart.

A canvas
To my heart-paint brush:

Your mind.

A crow pecks
On its reflection
In a metal plate
Thinking that
It is an outsider

A man smiles with
The mirror
Thinking that
The image is himself

Me
Not me
Not, not me

Earth turns;

I cannot see, but
I can comprehend

You turn;
I can see, but
I cannot comprehend

The three hands,
All keep running,
As if they intend to
Catch the others

Even when met
No breaking,
As if they are in a race

Is this a
Perpetual attempt
To break out
From the clock?

A fake!

The sky-moon
Called the lake-moon

To prove it
The sky-moon hid
Behind the clouds

When it came back
Triumphantly,

The lake-moon asked
Hey, sky-guy,
What happened to you
When I hid behind
The lake-clouds

Moon,
You are so cheerful

Looks like
You hate to go back
To the city

If so, then stay
The lake bund is
All yours

Moon
Why are you
In so disgust

Is it the *****
of the lights
On you

If so,
Go to the village

The lake bund is
Still so beautiful

I hanged a drawing
Upside down

How ridiculous!
Exclaimed my friends

After a few visits
They fell in love with it

Months later
I hanged it
Upside up

How ridiculous!
Exclaimed the same friends

The switch is to
Generate light
Demonstrates my friend
By turning the switch on
Again, and again

The switch is to
Generate darkness
I Demonstrate
By turning the switch off
Again, and again

Lying neatly
Books are in
Deep slumber

The pipe unlit
Looks like being in
Sedation

The pen unopened
Appears to be comatose  

An extinguished candle
Keeps paying homage
To the live photograph