Holy, please!(Poem)

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After 89 years
7months
2days
Bodhi with
Dumbledore beard
onion skin
and vampire thirst
went to Varanasi.

Met Aghoris
weavers
first-class saints
priests
Upanishadic silences
Japamala minds
and Kantian cows and
Heidegger dogs.

He was late
to spiritual ghazals
and wasn’t invited
to mystical gangs
and Himalayan soap operas.

Sat on the banks of the Ganges river
he saw a crocodile chanting Om
free from fear and grief.

When it opened the earthquake-ed eyes
Bodhi saw the reptilian truth
and became the disciple
and the guru.

9 hours later
he went to a shiva temple
and joined the bhajans.


Cement(Poem)

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The hands from the slum
and the un-pencil-ed minds
wove the crust and mantle
on which the motherboards
and circuits could build
an urban legend.
{Unacknowledged}


People with neckties and apps
crushed the rickshaws
and the dabbawala hopes.

The vaseline balm-ed bodies
visit dreams
but the public transport bodies
return to nightmares.

Pink slip-ed scorpions
stung by EMI venoms
roam the skyscraper deserts.

Covid-ed
crawled
cornered
in a circus of no-breakfast life.

Some performed the last rites
to their efforts
and went back to villages
to rely on
N
P
K.
(Fertilisers)


How to dig? (Poem)

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One writes
to dig oneself.
But you can’t
step into the same thought
twice
or thrice.

The observer effect
in quantum physics
needs no proof
other than your baby thoughts.

and they continue to metamorphose
forever.
ready to drink the blood of fiction.
let’s call it the “caterpillar effect”
in dream-physics.

And in a twist of fate
even I’m not
allowed to pass through
the Freudian subconscious.
then why breathe in my grey matter?
using my existence for a living?
that’s some high-level capitalism
something the dead Marx can’t handle.

and for the record,
they need to know the actual purpose of their life.
{Albert Camus’s absurdism
got even more absurd.}

Can God access this storeroom?
“?”
Marcel Proust did it
with senses travelling.
So
in search of lost time
what shall I do?


Gulf of Mexico(Poem)

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Oil spill in the sea
a man’s or a machine’s
mistake.

A black carpet of death.
A black spectre’s haunting
and the hunting began.

The writer went back
unable to find a muse
in a black dream.

Tunas poisoned
by the 007 trickery
of killer-sapiens.

Sensing the fossil sickness
with their magnetism
birds skipped
toxic pregnancies and births.

Benzene
Toluene
Sulphur
in the kid’s lunchbox.
(Perhaps a ‘crude’ love)

Oyster
making a
Xylene pearl?
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and the devilish rainbows
starting the nemesis.

and the Romeo and Juliet
never met in the black fumes.


I need sometime(Poem)

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Bodhi
fearless
faceless
with factualness
took the pen
to wake up masses
from their
solid sleeps.

He thought
he was the
last matchstick
to ignite the ribs
of men.

The piece was bold
not blurred
by adjectives and
liquored lies.

Editor
loaded by busyness
didn’t even axe a word.
With the power
of untimely thoughts
he danced.

Morn came.
Millions of crusty eyes
saw the piece.
Even the shadows
talked about it
for 4 days.
Hideouts
held
debates and dialogues.

Candles were ready
to kindle something big.

Everybody waited for a call.
they waited for a signal.
they waited for a move.
they waited for a moment.
they waited for a siren.

As the truth expired with time
it was tossed away.
But
Bodhi fed the sparrows
combed his curly hair
lit the dying candle
and tried again
with his middle-class
neurons.


Trigger-happy?(Poem)

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It’s no sweat
to shoot a sinner.
And
quite
cheap to buy
a clean chit
for the conscience.

but the sin
still has a Lub-Dub.
still takes a breath
in the land of the living.

In the tale of crime and punishment
the criminal
is found guilty
and gets the revenge of society.
but the crime
slips away
in between the hands of newspaper readers
journalists
and robes.

Felon has a short shelf life
immediately cut off
like a crossword puzzle
while the felony
waits
sleeps
hides
in the collective consciousness
in the celebration crackers
in the happy tweets and retweets.

Pistol out.
Peace in.
it ain’t the pill.

It ain’t book vs bullet
…………
…………
…………
…………
…………
Hold the smoke.


Condemned to be free(Poem)

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Humans yearn
for freedom
and thunderous thrills
in pissing off the
pack of people.

Hungry to fill
“essence” in the
existence.

Yet
the rebel
after tucking in the glasses
lulls the blood
when
the weight of
liability
blame
and the likes of it
reveal themselves.

From the nebula of
liberty and free rein
comes
the creeps
angst and
unresting nerves.

Man
being
who he is
doesn’t yet have the
bare bravery
for the roar.


Searching spectrum(Poem)

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The
“Having” society(Eric Fromm)
prices
what we have under our name.

The
psychedelic-spiritual society
holds
drunkenness
dear and near.

The
Asimov(science) society
have their
meta verse hunger
quantum jokes
and dark matter dialectics.

The cranium society
is lost in
Freudian slips
synthetic archetypes
and sleepwalking.


The DNA/RNA society
is neck deep in
selfish gene games
and genomic greed.

And the Socratic world is
in their typical
butterfly dreams(Chuang-Tzu)
metaphysical matrix mess
and either/or dualities.


Out of nothing(Poem)

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We are
meaning
wanting
beings.
we cannot
take in a zero-experience.

Omelette burnt?
divine decision.
Owl outside the window?
angel’s curse.
Omen?
Amen?
common man.


A rock
be it
igneous
sedimentary
or
metamorphic
isn’t
just a rock for man
but a supreme interpretation.

Pending file
from the art of seeing
is karma.

Long queue
from the mysteries of mindfulness
is Wu Wei.

Always a thing
in nothing.


A bit of both(Poem)

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Dull apes
with a dull skull
decided to evolve.

Proved that
we aren’t just
wind and dust.
(Bob Dylan)

Besting each other
and feasting on each other
we’ve made tiny Darwinian steps.

Yes
we used gas chambers
we condemned the blackness
not of inside
but outside
we raised illusions
to slave people
on the permafrost of religion.

Now
we’re proud
in our own quantum alienations
and pools of tears.

Yes
we also saw
nicety through our choices.

we used the sticks of the constitution
to drive away the dogmatic dogs
we used the flames of reason
to burn the bullshit
we used the stars of science
to play with god
and delay the doom.

we
as
gravity beings
oscillate between
poetry and prose
killings and kindness
long knives and short knives
and
between
caves and craves
to graves.