Fortune?

This poem is dedicated to all the neighbours of Jhoneses.

who's is a bigger misfortune?
if there is such a thing as fortune
of a pave-dweller's sleeping sound
in the cold rain and heat
the entire year round
or a rich person tense
in the comfort of the bungalow
with conditioned air around
when taking recourse to pills
does not help

who's is a bigger misfortune?
if there is such a thing as fortune
of a beggar munching on the leftover
with sumptuous delight
in the bright city light
or a big stomach
who is advised to avoid
that and this
cos BP is too high

who's is a bigger misfortune?
if there is such a thing as fortune
of a laborer going without medicine
suffering from fever
working whole day over
or a Rich vegetable
kept alive,
on money supply

The Peacefull Bomb

Hey u, the peaceful atomic bomb
infintely more peacful than a tomb
whence the flying bird casts u aflutter
eternal peace reins ever after

Singh n Singh

This is about MINDmohan Si(n)gh (Kaur if you will) and ETERNAL Sin(gh). The meter is contemporary 'Singh is King's' title song.

Singh is King
Singh is King
Singh is King

Singing King
Singing King
Singing King

Sinking King
Sinking King
Sinking King

King is Singh
King is Singh
King is Singh

Stinking Singh
Stinking Singh
Stinking Singh

Singh is King
Singh is King
Singh is King

Singh Sulking
Singh Sulking
Singh Sulking

Sinking King
Sinking King
Sinking King

Singh n Singh
Singh n Singh
Singh n Singh

'धरमः' परमो हिंसा

This poem was written a couple of years back when there
were 'spontaneous' protests by brothers on Bush's visit to
India and IIMA Don Lalu had just recently delivered a custom made
enquiry holding a gas cylinder as the likely culprit for the burning
alive of 59 people. Sadly 2 years on, situation is almost same.
Only thing, besides PM, super PM and HM,President and Vice President have
joined the rank of dignitaries who are 'sad' on the deaths due to blasts in 'walled'
city area of Jaipur.

एक और हादसा भयानक

ये क्या हो गया अचानक

कल तक चिललाते थे बुश बुश

और हम मुसकाते थे खुश खुश

लातौँ के भूत बातों से नहीं मानते

इतित सी बात भी नहीं जानते

हम लातौँ के भूत हैं

विकास से पराभूत हैं

अपनी बात सुनाने को

लो कर दिया धमाका

मैने सुना ठहाका

ये था लालू जी का ठठा

ये तो एक सिलेडंर फटा

मनिद्र में कौन फौडे बम

केइसके दिल में इतना दम

ये तो है पुजारी की गलती

फैँकी उसने बीडी जलती

इनके काम नहीं नापाक

ये तो हैंं बहुत ही पाक

ये तो बस शांती चाहते

सदा खुशी के गीत गाते

तुम जैसे कुछ नापाक

साजिश करते हो चुपचाप

ख़ुद करते हो विस्फोट

मढ देते हो इन पर दोष

ये तो हैंं अल्लाह के बंदे

काम नहीं ये करते ये गंदे

अच्छे हैंं सब इनके धन्दे

्दिमाग तुम्हारे ही हैंं ्मनदे

'Life'

Dedicated to fellow 'living' friends.

Why Life is so lifeless
Soul so soulless
Heart so heartless
Sense so senseless
and Mind so mindless

Why Stars dont shine
Leaves not green
Flower not in bloom
Why fragrance of earth is not mine

Why air is so heavy
with crass cacophony
Why the smoke is not parting
Is it the earth's wind passing

Why the organism called human
is not yet human
Blind in its immortality
though fungible in totality

All because of Hope
though hope is hopeless
If this is life
What is Death?

Short 'poems'

Life is born
Life lives live
Live lives life
Life lives live
Life leaves live

Life lives some
some Live life
Life leaves some
some leave Life


Can hell be holy?
Can there be an unholy heaven?
Is Jerusalem a holy hell?
or a heaven unholy?

Poem on Budget 2008

Dedicated to FM 'chiddu' for his generosity

Stand up and be counted
Thus spoke the Finance Minister
The budget that I discounted
Attempts to heal some blisters

Loans need not be payed
If taken by a farmer
The Harvard Don thus swayed
Am not a Snake Charmer

You buy Wheat and Rice
At Minimum support price
At Double Price you import
This is your support

You ban futures trading
cause' its price escalating
Is that so astounding
Tis' unwanted speculating

Vikas ani me