Child of Universal Desire

Mother, where are hiding your baby? Sky stares at him, birds singing lullaby. He will not sleep on your lap. He will discover you, he will run away from. You cannot deny him his freedom. Let him be dirty with his disguised tricks. He will trick you into his hidden world. Have you ever been to his sunshine world? You will be his plaything. He will play with your love, he will give you the half sky to conquer.


Mother, why are you worried to see him crossing all frontiers? Why are you begging him mercy? Someday he will be the emperor of your destined land. He will win you many battles and then he will dethrone you from your vested desire. He carries the scepter of enchanted silence to whisper your love into the wind. He will break the ice of love for you when the rising sun gathers storm to break the world apart.

Mother, what are you plucking in the perfume garden? His worried eyes roam like flatfooted swan in a blue lake. His innocence will show you the way to the gate of blessings. He is the child of universal desire. You cannot ever prison him in your world of lust and greed. Let him be free to play his innocent tricks. He will talk to the sky. He will fly with the wind. And he will destroy all the frontiers.

Rest Assured As Ever

Your world is full of gray desires, desires that give you neither hope nor despair. Joy and sorrow never violate the rules of your perfumed world. When agony strikes at the heart of your desires, you plunge into your holy dip. You do not know evenly whether you attain salvation. But you rest assured as ever. You drink the cup of nectar and you live long, as long as your desires take you home in a holy grail of your world.

In your world, there is no rain or sunshine. There is no time and space. It is timeless, its space is spread over volcanic distance. You walk and walk, you sail across with your white ship that carries you to your desired frontier where neither fish nor fowl swim across your desired dream. You think not, you dream not. It is like a sojourn into a untreaded zone. When the siren call comes, you too take your breath away.

But you die not, you live not. You just change your guise. You are disguised in your own veil. The veil is not all too clear to the confused eyes. The veil removes all disguises from your swift desires. It is somber feeling that you cherish and that is what makes all the difference. The earthly creatures see you as ca creature from the other world where desires never stoke the fire But still you rest assured as ever.

Is that the haunted house of the king

Where slaves were slaughtered to celebrate god's blessings?

Is that the palace where the king plotted to burn the soldiers houses?

All those slaves still cry in the air

All those soldiers sacrificed their lives to save the king's grace

They are the nameless and faceless mortals

Who have been written off the pages of history

History repeated history in cruel tongue banishing humanity from the soil

Has history ever told the true story of mankind?

Will history ever uphold the manifesto of the wretched?



Someday there will arrive the harbinger of the forgotten

He will rememember the untold stories of burns and ruins

The slaughtered slaves will come alive in thousands

They will repeat the history in a new verse

The history will be replicated on a new horizon

Humanity will smile on the faces of the forgotten

The forgotten history will be manifesto of the wretched

And the wretched will be the new pages of history.

O, The Pretty Sister

Yellow clouds crowd you like a torrential rain

Yet you feel like a stubborn heart

Never letting your God worship you in psychadelic light

A shaffron moon shines on your forehead

As if you you are the half sky expanding in infinity

Your forehead holds the other half at a distance

O, the sistter of the far away land,

Will you ever walk along the aisles of eternity?



No siren is ringing in the valley of tranquility

Darkness has retreated back slowly into the light

All the flowers have assembled at your behest

Auburn hunger has rekindled the hearth

Nobody will go empty-handed in this pretty season

No children will ever be left motherless as you pray

Only the void world look down on your path of salvation

You will be the high queen in a wonderland.



O, the pretty sister, hug the children of mankind

Raise them on your half sky

They will bear the other half of your legacy

And they will burn the towering inferno.

Patches of Green

High wind has blown away the sky

Waves of mutiny have not yet died down

Days have shouted into the collapse of nights

Will the dark days ever be smiling on their face?

Patches of green still peeping into the silent valley

All have left home in search of life

Loneliness ravaging in stark haplessness

All have fallen at the feet of Mother Nature

Will she smile on these hapless creatures?



She never assures

She never scares lesser mortals

She only consoles all souls with heavenly bliss

So, why so flurry, brethren, why so flurry?

Do not you hear the voice that shows you the way

Do not you see the green patches of hope?

Come, boatmen, do come

Hold your fort and the storms will be away

The water will be the shiny way to reach the shore of your life

Your boats will never run aground against your fate

And Mother Nature will sing songs of river for you.

O, Drum-beater!

O, drum-beater!

Beat your drum, beat your sweated chest

Our souls are crying for sounds of bereaving silence

Beat your drum in ecstastic frenzy

We are all dying for rains in cloudbursts

The streams never sluice through our aisles

Our valley is weeping in wells of tears

Millions of stomachs stoking fire in hunger

Millions of footsteps walking along the valley

Voices have joined voices to reach God's haven

Will the heavenly bliss smile on their faces?



Do, drum-beater, do

Trumpet our voice in your drum

Let our million voices reach the shore

We are all in one in quest of our destiny

We will conquer our hunger, we will conquer the world

Our victory will be for our life

Someday we will paint the whole sky in our sweat and blood.

Hold Your Head High, Mother!

Hold your head high, mother
Burn your desires in flames of your agony
God will never rescue you, God will never forgive you
Why are you crying in vain?
Stormy petrel sings for you
The fairy girl has danced all the way
Will you ever dream for your soulful life?
Will you once walk along the aisle for your salvation?

Look at those stars dancing at your feet
The sky is smiling on your roar of silence
Lift your veil and pray to them from your heart
They will save you from your disguises
They will raise your soul's voice to the seventh sky
Why are you lowering your self in vain?

Someday the storms will fly in rage
All the devils will be driven back
The rains will drizzle like flower
And you will get back your hime and hearth
And your hunger will never prick your pains
Your face will glow softly in the burning sun
Darkness will never step into your world

Oh, Mother! Hold your head high, Mother!