The freedom I wish for..

The freedom

I wish for

The freedom 

of running in the streets free of any worry

The freedom

Of laughing without hurting somebody

The freedom

From fear and fear mongering

The freedom

From doubting self and others

The freedom 

Of not judging and not being judged 

The freedom

From Faiths, nations and their fanatic fan clubs

The freedom

From greed and misery 

The freedom

From money and cancerous economy

The freedom

From left and right wings

The freedom

To be an independent observer

The freedom

To think 

The freedom 

To be myself

The freedom 

To dig my nails of truth deep into the heap of masks I am wearing for the world and peel it off

Yes I will bleed

Yes I will feel the pain

Yes I will scream

That scream is not of agony

It is the liberation

an explosion

from the ashes of which rises the phoenix of my free spirit 

breaking out of the shackles keeping me drowned in self-doubt 

and 

gain my rightful flight into the sky

Where, the sun will caress my face with its brightness

While the winds groom my hair

The thunders will sing my victory songs all over the world

Thunderbolts of my writings will destroy demons preying on the inner beauty of my fellows

The rains will wash off the dirt of despair from the face of my earth

The divisive fault lines will get merged in equality

The seas of compassion flood and drown selfishness 

The directions will resound the rebirth cry of humanity

Yucky Motivation

NOTE/WARNING/CAUTION/DISCLAIMER/whatever:

STRICTLY FOR PEOPLE WITH STRONG STOMACH AND SENSE OF HUMOUR. Dont read if you have neither.


When hardships try to drown you..
Be that
piece of turd that refuses to get flushed

When time tries to erase you..
Be that 
skid mark on underpants that resisted repeated washing

When life tries to drag you down
Be that 
low waist jean that, though barely, clung to the butts

When faced with an uphill task
Be that thick drop of mucus that races up to the nose

When presented with opportunity
Be that
Phlegm that jumps out in a cough

In your time, make the world hear you
Be that 
Loud fart in a public place and stink the world for generations

On Universe

Tearing through the fine edge of existence and non-existence

Trapped between past and future on the blade of the arrow of space time

spinning around a spec of light in a far flung spark

Dwells a piece of rock with a bunch of concious primates

Passionately in search of their origins and purpose

Who either know or predict but leave a mark on the present for the future to continue its exploration

Through which the narcissistic  universe admires it's glory of being

Before dissolving itself into a singularity or succumb to a heat death..

On Cold Mornings (part 1)

(Credit Getty images)

Thunderbolt of alarm sound 

tearing the calm sky on sleepy ocean

pushed off the edge of paradise 

into a Free fall of Fear and despair 

Pain of light smearing into eyes

Parting with the loving blanket and bed

The vicious cold air sucking all the heat

Rose the half rested body

Accepting a harsh hard cold greeting from the floor

Overcoming the mutiny within

Reluctant feet nudge a stand

Drenching in consciousness 

Grabbing reality 's helping hand?

కవితాశక్తి

కవితాశక్తి

ఒక కవిత కి ఉండే పొగరుండాలి మనందరికీ 

పడుంటుందేమో మడిచిన పుస్తకాల 

వరుసలలో అటకలమీద ఎక్కడో ఎన్నాళ్ళో ఒక కాగితాల కట్టగా 

కానీ

తన భావాన్ని చూడగలిగే కంట పడితే 

ఆ కంటికి అర్ధం చేసుకునే మేధస్సు ఆచరించగలిగే మనసుంటే 

ప్రపంచాన్ని శాసించగలదు 

మేఘానికి తెలియదు తనకు పుట్టిన చినుకులు ఎక్కడికి పోతాయో ఏమవుతాయో 

కవి కి తెలియదు తన కవితాఝరి ఏ మొలక మనసుల 

భావాల వేరులకు ప్రాణమవుతుందో 

భాష నేర్చి భావాలు కూర్చీ 

పదాలను ఏర్చి అందంగా పేర్చిన ఒక కవి హృదయాంతరంగం లో 

ఉంది

ప్రపంచాన్ని మార్చేయగల శక్తి

బలహీనులకు బలాన్నిచ్చే భుక్తి

మేధస్సుకు పదునిచ్చే యుక్తి

సత్యాన్వేషి కి ముక్తి 

అందుకే

ఒక కవిత కి ఉండే పొగరుండాలి మనందరికీ

పుట్టుకా చావు అనే అట్టగోడల మధ్య 

జీతాలు జనాలు జనారణ్యాల కాగితాల మధ్య 

ఆ చిరు కవితలాగే ఇరుక్కుని దాగుంటుంది నీ మనసు

తెరిచి చూడు ఏముందో 

నీ హృదయాంతరాళం లో 

చదివి చూడు నీ మనోభావం 

ఎం చెప్తోందో 

తెలుసుకో 

నీ జీవితానికి అది ఎం అర్ధం ఇస్తుందో 

సాగిపో ఇప్పుడే 

నీ దగ్గర సమయం ఉందో లేదో 

చాటిచెప్పు ప్రపంచానికి 

నువ్వెంటో 

లే.. పద..

To Guilt

Guilt, the greatest of enemies,

for it comes from no stranger  

A self nurtured foe 

The someone whom you know

A self inflicted war within

With one who is so akin

YOU.

A mire that pulls one down into a subtle depression

A black hole dwelling in one's heart sucking off life

master in hiding master of disguise

Existing someway in both wise and otherwise

One knows it is there but can never find

A treacherous soul playing games in mind

In defence one might wear a mask

Only to live with threats to unmask

Desperation and anxiety  to prevent the mask from falling

Being a fleeing fugitive becomes lifetime calling

Makes one run away from self in fear

Shattering the standing ground around and near

Throws into mouth of an abyss

That strangles one in a deadly kiss

That consumes its victim in unquenchable thirst of redemption..

Wilfully executing its preemption