Reality`s Conscious `dream`
Shiva`s Dance
By Hiranmoy Gautom
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Further than photon of fifth dimension
beyond all Field or Force
furthest from Axial Time-Space -play
`warf and woof` of mutable field for life
lie,-s the Stage for SHIVA'`s Dance
\HE poise and dance
beyond the reach of all your`strings`
manifesting another creative `Light`
dividing and multiplying life with reflective Cosmic-Mind
and myriad endless Space for ' mirage '
that rise and vanish in joy
to enact the illusive play
of vrtual reality and
deep-dark game you call
`Disolution`
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ABSTRACT
By Hiranmoy Gautom
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Observer without observable
-senselessness !
Observable without an observer -nothingness !
Matter with no spirit within --all nonsese !
How is observation posible without --either one
\Knowledge is only but reactions of
matter on observer`s capacity to know.
Perception without Consciousness is absurd too!
\Genius like Einstein Max planck or -dreamers of `Strings`
are but `observers` ----whose
Supra-sensual perceptions -make us know
what would not or could be there ,
whether we admit it or not.
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ISLAM : Let Us Know
By Hiranmoy Gautom
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Have you read all about holy `Koran`?
then sit with me and tell
What are the `Five Pillars` of ISLAM
(name them without help or Internet)
Tell ,--what `Islam` means
\I too believe we will go to Heaven
even if we kill for some higher cause
But what is really the Landscape of Heaven
and how many levels that Heaven has got
\Is that the best place for oul or sensual joy
even better than Wall-street/Hollywood-sex
or others levels of spiritual joy
and wave-lengths of divine achievements
\Should I aspire Heaven for sensual joy
or should I not aspire ` for transcedence !
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RE-INCARNATION
By Hiranmoy Gautom
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`Thi is John
who was Elias in previous birth`
Was it not
told by jesus , the Perfect Jew
before he was a Christian to me or to you.
now recorded in the BIBLE !
or, may be,
others won`t believe
in re-incarnation
\Help them oh! Lord
they read but do not
like to believe !
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When the War ends
By Hiranmoy Gautom
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When the War ends
whichever way you cast your eyes
scattered deads aad destruction prevail
with spattered blood .
\Victor or victim whichever thou art
now you repent and weep within
and sign the `treaties` with pride
or in shame.
Oh! the `Victor` or the `king`
look around and see
the `maggots` of devastating death
pile up all around your `crown`
overwhelming your joyous `win`.
The final tale: - in the end:
the Battle-field only wins.
The victor ,victim and suffering all
are only the stage-play pawns
of Nature`s Cosmic game!
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The Lightning Struck
By Hiranmoy Gautom
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The lightning struck
burnt out clean
every thing
and nothing after
was as before.
\There was neither life
nor a thing nor Nature`s smile.
\But another change
or display
was supreme.
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Global View
By Hiranmoy Gautom
Thirtynine thousand feet above the earth
flying,window-side,in a Jet
all National boundaries - wiped off clean
all Continental identities - erased or drowned
by unending oceanic blue
only the global shape of Earth
and covering clouds or cerulean space
overwhelm my psychic mind
flushing away all fragmenting thoughts
of ethnic or racial divide.
At thirtynine thousand feet above the Earth
the `planes` of thoughts and living change.
Yet, whisky on ice-rock or drinks or soup
or wine, red or otherwise
can be the plenty to bring me to earth
while that psychic space now upholds me
in Cosmic way.
Atma Geeta part -II
By Hiranmoy Gautom
Freeing the soul is not a social theme
freedom from desire the ultimate guide
or final liberation, as you are
Cosmic Consciousness trapped in body and mind
locked and bound by senses and thoughts.
our entire living is but a long dream that
breaks down in final snap called `Death`.
Me,myself & i are only the Ego`s pride
or subtle traps that hypnotise us.
See only `THAT` anywhere;in all you see
from stone to insects,from grass to tree.
We are actors of His play and tiny pawns
while the Play-wright is unknowable beyond
only the Absolute plays the game
like the Sun for our solar field
all else are but His myriad display
by reflections like that of the moon
on million sea-waves with luminous dance.
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Atma Geeta & modern Science
------By Hiranmoy Gautom
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Big-Bangs repeat like fire-fly show
First Cause is the author of Consciousness
All perceptions are game of EMF play
all matters are clusters of Electron-dance
The theory of everything ends in `string`
There was no begining nor shall be the end.
\The Absolute,-may even be named the `GOD`
but give IT no belly-button or biologic form
`Multiverse` behave like `breeding rats`
the Absolute is helpless after casting the dice
`Universe could have been made in myriad ways
but we would not be `here` to tell the tale`.
Atma Geeta part -IV
----By Hiranmoy Gautom
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Paths are many; but must have faith
can realise even, without outside help
can walk, swim or run as one is `designed`
Love is the only condition for that search
must have no attachment nor greed nor lust
must seek no condition or commercial gain
love must be only giving; seek no return
with desire attached, can`t earn that love
`love`is more misused and abused much.
\Renounce sensual joy and walk inwards
to know your soul, your silent search.
Don`t respond to sloth of any kind
be`t hatred,deception or wrath
be a witness; not a reacting junk
never despair or weep in defeat or loss
ye know not how you are tested or
how the `light` may ever come.
Atma Geeta Vs Cosmology
----By Hiranmoy Gautom
Observer,observation,the field
the Trinity of play of Consciousness
or -what is the Universe or Cosmos!
with none to Know or report!
Matter-Energy ; - either face of mutable space
or, -things are only energy in frozen form
Electron,proton.quark or `string`
Quantum,graviton,boson,Emf,nuclear force
and - particles are but `waves` or `string`
(like cotton-thread that make a quilt).
\In `Multiple Universe``we are not alone`
Uncertainty-principle`the divine `whim`
vibrating string` the fabric of all
and `nothingness`,perhaps, the Absolute`s design
Black holes are swallowing galactic light
Dimensions are many and `heavens` too
Space` has neither begining nor end
and universes expand like `Buble-soap`
Atma Geeta - -III
By Hiranmoy Gautom
Like reflecting sea waves
of moon-lit night
we are reflectors of that Consciousness
Or, like Electron-gadgets we are all
activated by that `power cell`.
\Without ocean,snow or cloud
what is moisture in wind.
Neither this body, nor mind are we
our I-ness is a borrowed Ego-sense.
As our soul is asleep, we feel alive.
as consciousness expands we`re re-vived.
\This Universe - only a sensory-field
While selfish desire,lust and greed
like covering cloud does cast our sky
creates illusion and hide the Sun.
COSMIC RELIGION & COSMOLOGY
--By Hiranmoy Gautom
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All perceptions are play on sensory field.
Cosmos is a Stage-play ; you are only
programmed to play your part. Birth
and Death are the `names of the same
coin` called `Life`.Long life can be a
boon if you contemplate to know -who you
are and why were born ?Learning is
through `division`while knowledge matures
through sense of Unity; you can count the
waves or see the Ocean ;your choice.Cosmos
is the play of Nature and Consciousness
he`Master` of the game.Yesterday is not
to-day ; nor to-day the to-marrow;
No river-bank is the same next moment.
Play your part as assigned to you and
consciously.We`re `free`only in
relativity,- not beyond.Material
attachments are like adhesive tapes;
easy to get fixed but painful to
get rid off.
Yoga
--By Hiranmoy Gautom
Yoga (`yoke`) - the Vedantic `root`
is but union of the miind with sooul
soul -the extension of the SOUL-DIVINNE
singularity of mind and soul
Human mind behaves like
scattered mastard-seeds
or like monkey that jumps restless
from branches of tree to other tree.
Like Laser ray on singular path
gather the mind to `one`
be it for Divine or be it for love
or knowledge of any kind
(be it even for physical good.)
\Yoga is but union of self
with Divine`s Conscious SOUL
controlling the body with singular flow
is Yoga`s other goal.
Mind without words
--By Hiranmoy Gautom
Mind without words
swells up high
(like full-moon tide)
transcending words
with in-built strife
to exceed and
excel all that rise
or arise in front or around
like `Berlin wall`
or anything alike you name.
Realised
--By Hiranmoy Gautom
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like solar or physical light
casting shadow on the wall or a screen
the `luminosity-invisible` of
Cosmic Consciousness
creating the three-D shadows
(as if,alive!)
On the `screen of Nature
reflecting and simaulating all created life
The field of `Relativity`
that we know as `Reality` so long
on the stage of the Divine
known as Living Universe`
the terminal game of Supreme `Consciousness`.
Expansive
--By Hiranmoy Gautom
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Yester-night was a different night
and to-nght ? well, - so different too
waiting waiting the sleepless night
then the coverd morn. with expansive cloud
dark and grumbling or screaming sometimes
overwhelming the helpless morn.
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No , Please ! don't
--By Hiranmoy Gautom
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No! please, don't
invite me to the magic-world
of poetry - anymore.
Words are, themselves, so lame
cripple and incomplete within their frame -that
they ever fall so short of
what I feel or
desire to say.
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Poetry for Contest
--By Hiranoy Gautom
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Write a poem for contest
no, I h've never done it ,ever
as my poems are ever the extract of my soul
when it comes , it comes
when does not , - let not
And dream a dance! - if I win
no ! no , -never, to adore my age
let poetry bloom on the soil of my soul
free and un-bound like cerulean hue.
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Sparks
-- by Hiranmoy Gautom
Evening assured - 'will come in the morn'
morning promised -the coming night
twinkling stars with cynical smile
tried to console,- in renewed style!
The Face Of God
--by Hiranmoy Gautom
Your physical eyes can't see the Divine
nor human-words nor mind can comprehend 'THAT'
neither thy intrllect nor any scientific search
can ever assess that Absolute Divine.
(Transliteration from Katha-Upanishat - by Hiranmoy Gautom)
Einstein
---by Hiranmoy Gautom
What more could he have given you !
He fixed the speed of light
found the Relativity of Existence
told the material value of all matter(E=mc/sqare).
Unlocked 'mystery'of Universe with
Gravitational Law.
Even to day,Cosmological Constant'
the 'Greatest Blunder' of him
is now your 'greatesr Truth'!
What more you expected from this
'son of God'!
----------- Searched for Phani --------
Love Story
--by Phani Bhusan
Tell me the name -of
a favourite flower -and
I shall paint
the portrait of your Love.
It`s no magic, I promise,- for
in that blossom and ethreal fragrance
lies the shape of one`s love.
\Only, never pluck a flower
with thy nails
(or cut the stem)
to please the one you love
for, that too is murder or killing game.
\Can never know,what is love
by slashing a tender flower
to prove your soul.
Clever Game
--by Phani Basu
Between the two terminals of waste outlets -
for biologic display of life
placed the magic `organ`
for symphony of reproductive joy
tuned up with thy tricks 0f hormone-flow
soaking all physical perceptual field
with overwhelming sensual joy
climbing unto an ultimate source
the conciousness of soul.
\Betwixt the terminals of body`s `waste out-lets`
thou placed the very center of reproductive joy
to enchant and trap all beings,insects to man
to poetic immortality of material life
thus, -keeping up thy game
forever alive!
This physical craving,- unto our psychic soul!
this pilgrim- voyage of conscious physical form!!
Haiku
--by Phani Basu
Tropical cry of baked up land
for rain to quench thirst of life
Aila responds with drowning flood.
EMIGRATING BIRDS (NRIs)
--by Phani Basu
Emigrating birds
for Eastward flight
or NRIs with migrating wings
yet hostile time
and indifferent sky
and murderous canine rage
there -the other himsphere
Those emigrating birds
can't decide the take-off time
-to fly or not to fly
This uncertain stormy sky
can't signal hope
nor assure
any future calm !
No Name
--by Phani Basu
Give no name to your liking
not even if it is love
neither in words nor in spectrum-joy
Or any octave flow
let them float on the canvas of
your winging consciousness
like an avian flight
on the azure plane.
Wave Length
--by Phani Basu
We talked and talked
then we felt
we needed an interpreter
or some
other -time.
DROUGHT
--by Phani Basu
The forest in debt; that is why
it did not come - the rain . Roots & leaves tremble in despair
The higher space - did hold promise
yet all dreams and clouds float and fly
in funeral robe, denying all - early promise!
Blame ? No , not the sky
the fault was in inherited space
or genetic-design like -'fate'
\The vast forest in debt
that's why it did not come
the r-a-i-n ; and in its place
returned swift
- revenge !.
Monsoon Time
--by Phani Basu
Monsoon time
with darkening sky
and weepy clouds
and droping rain
looking alke
like the gloomy face
of the beloved lone
and left behind
on distant shore.
And suddenly
the lightning strikes
Ah ! what a finish
for my desiring dream !
The Ascent
--by Phani Basu
From earthly way
unto the Pacificblue
of cerulean sky and beyond
the deep-dark space
where emptiness , the ruling Lord
and frozen time unto ultimate
the coolest mighty Condensate
Where all is One
and the one in all
and only,if
I could ascend
Subtle Stance
---by Phani Basu
Even if you know- I love you
how it affects you, dear
It's,perhaps, my genetic design
or some chemical octave flow
that sings within my soul or float
like spring-time fragrance - far!
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So ! how or why it should affect you dear
even if you know
that, - I love you !
--- searched for Phanibhusan -----
LOVE - an Evolving Seed
--by Phanibhusan Gautom
Love! ;- reverse the word and read
`Evol` - the root of conscious growth
Ye know not what is `love`
if-in you- it has not evolved.
Not sensual passion nor physical joy
nor one-ended desire to fulfil
is but psychic outgrowth of soul
to embrace, evolve or absorb and feel
the unity of Existence
enclosing embracing one and all.
\Love blossoms when soul evolves
with expanding conscious-self.
Words!
--by Phanibhusan Gautom
Words?
groups of letters
gifts to `homosapiens`.
Letters?
running dots
with twists and turns
to design thoughts.
Thoughts?
patchy clouds of
floating mind.
Mind?
the human hot plate
of receptive field
to cook to communicate
for some one to feel
good or bad -or
to lie dormant
for future tale.
Better To Keep Awake
--by Phanibhusan ----- Basu
On such sultry days as these
it is better to keep awake
taking a reposing posture
from day to day.
If I woo sleep
weariness grows apace and
I dream dreams that are fatiguing.
\No longer in my dream
can I play the role of a prince
of fairy tales
nor spin a yarn of the winged horse.
What foul weather waylays me
behind the screen of dreams!
I retreat,smeared all over with blood
ruthlessly smitten by nightmares.
Its better to sit up and recline
and put on semblence of being alive.
Ether - al
--by Phanibhusan Basu
Don't give any name or form
to your sublime passion
or love
neither in words nor in spectrum-pigment-glow
nor even in vocal octave-swinging muse
let them float
on your conscious vibrating plane
everywhere unto eternity.
Final Call
---by Phanibhusan Basuhiro
Man , thou the last insignificant
dare not think, - you ever can
destroy the world in any way
except - yourself and -at the most.
Your intelligence was a gift to you
(yet your worst tool - if abused).
With Contracted Consciousness,of course, can
reach your `Hell` and any time
By expanding it - the heaven is yours.
\Dinossaur came too; was replaced soon
beast & babboons,-all types of `apes`
made their ascent; were replaced by
the potential conscious `MAN` at last.
And if you can`t prove your worth
or accept the Unitary (monistic) Existence
be ready -to be rplaced by
another `species` worthier than thee
with cleaner luminous Consciousness.
Final limb
--by Phanibhusan Basu
Each day, - something die within us
tired of repeating habits of lfe
next morn, -we rise again from the dead
Call it growing or be it oherwise
or recycling in another sense
after the one left behind.
Live,- man , -live
rather that copying xerox-life
'dead man walking' within each
or in every other life.
but, we 're progressing, making greater strides
towardsadvanced decorated graves
and makingfinal climb
until - what !
On Return
--by Phanibhusan Basu
Was roaming wide
swimming far
or flying high
throughout life
now tired
returned home
stepped within
closing doors
living now
like coccoon
my name-plate alone
hang outside.
Submit a Poem
--by Phanibhusan Basu
Submit a new poem
even if , there is
nothig 'new' in life
And poetry! -
where and how does
ititit grow
on the barren empty soil
of our soul !
or on this desert- Earth, -where
every mystic garden space
is exposed and analysed by
genetic exposure and
all secret and even sacred joy
exposed -by naked light.
INDIAN VERSES - II
By Phanibhusan Basu
Have to return after death
as - have not been thru yet
all the dark tunnels of life
unto the 'light'.
*****
While flying on jet
thirty-six thousand feet above
all political boundaries, I found
were divisional bluffs.
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Like all floaing ice-bergs
your promise of love
may be as sub-merged too
my dear.
Indian verse
by Phanibhusan Basu
With canine faith
the dog is barking loud
while pine tree,so tall
is dumb with sun-shine bath.
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There was time -when
I made wait all golden-promise
held your hand and walked so long
today too, I walk that log but alone !
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No more thy smile can enchant me
has known all faces of
pasted smiles
and mask-beauties of all
'Media'-queen.
Cosmic Frame
-by Phanibhusan Basu
On this Universe
our solar space -
a tiny spot
and this Earth a mere dot
and yet our conscious expanding thought now know -
we are none but
specks like 'particle'-dust
\yet we boast so much -that
we are all important beings and
'giants of thoughts and power trust'
And
only Einstein knew
our real stance.
Spark
--by Phanibhusan Basu
The festive time is over now
all friends are leajng one by one
my Soul,thou return to thy inner den
It is time, - for our meeting,dear!
Soul, Rest a while
by Basu Gautom
Tired or turmoiled ; soul
rest a while
\What is thy desire
where does wait
your goal!
If all is but Quantum play
why on surface swim
what you want to tell the world
that is half blind, and deaf
rest a while my soul
rather let us play
in silence or in deepest dark
where the other `light` display
\Rest a while my tired soul
float On the void and forget the goal.
Bad Dreams!
--by Gautom Basu
More of them now
when awake
\While affluence blesses
global half and
another half is starving
though`cutting edge` is
empowering the richer ones
and along side the starving world
dying like orphans-cursed
What goes down
is moral side
of illumined men.
For you or me
bad dreams! and more of them
even when try to sleep or remain awake
This is the best and worst for all
this is the `Homicide Time`
for love or peace.
To My DIVINE
--by Gautom Basu
What shall i attain
by seeing THEE
I cherished the desire
only to know you more.
What shall gain
by scanning THEE
I dreamt only to find my worth
and be one with THEE.
Where and how you stay
are but worthless quest
that, you and me
are indivisable One
that much always was
my life long hope.
To My DIVINE
by Gautom Basu
What shall i attain
by seeing THEE
I cherished the desire
only to know you more.
What shall gain
by scanning THEE
I dreamt only to find my worth
and be one with THEE.
Where and how you stay
are but worthless quest
that, you and me
are indivisable One
that much always was
my life long hope.
My Other World
--by Gautom Basu
My childhood river, ocean-wide
Holding my mother's hand
Vast and deep lush green view around
Coconut, mango trees
Bordering river bank
Shaking heads with wild wind
Like sweet and naughty village girls
The azure sky kissing the horizon beyond
Distant boat men with swollen sails singing
Rich folk songs
Even high up on limitless silver sky
Floating enunciated clouds
Made me enthralled and mesmerized
Today I, an aging man
Burnt grey with heat of experience
Of modern urban life
\Yet my childhood river vast, like ocean
Enriched me with so many hopes and gifts
---Searched for Parashar ----
Political Punch / Quip - (5/7/03)
By Parashar - --P
Tornedoes
S-A-R-S
are Nature`s `slap`.
Glogal terrorism and -
all killing games
are `Mega - germs.`
\Corporate `Villains`
and Job-cut `rule`
for millions of job-less
are `enemies` of Nation
in real terms.
America the most frightened nation? - I don`t know
By Parashar Bose
To day,is America the most frightened Nation on Earth?
I don`t Know the answer; true, I don`t.
\`Cowards die many times before his death
but the valiant never tasteth death but once`
Shakespeare,himself ,spoke (through juleus)
But what our voice whispers Nation-wide!
\America was once such a bold Nation!
and challenged all odds face to face
Now one terroist action, in any form
sends a chilling shiver thru` its spine
like an Earhquake shaking everything around
or like a declared `Sunami`
it shakes up people,like after a bad dream.
\Is it that Terrorism is winning in the end
shouting loud that `Fear is the key`
The simple American now most insecured!
Emergency Call
By Parashar Bose
Abnormal conditions create ,I know
abnormal result,like it or not
murderers and criminals on War-front
are the out-come of
degenerate backgrounds of warring minds
Modern War-clouds are ominous signs
of after-math storms on social-life
back -yard of breeding of distorted genes
transform young blood to dangerous traits
\It is the Psychae that hits the switch
for the `Cloning` and breeding of killer mind
`Timothys` and others may be result outright
of painful experiences in tragic wars
of midern time.
\The summation effect of war-front life
do distort all tender solders in every way
The present outcome may be another one
911-response (or Emergency-call}.
PROGNOSIS
By Parashar Bose
Turmoiled time !
the sailing captains -blind
the adverse tide , the cyclone -or
torenedo signalling frightening fate
Terrorism a rapid viral - spread
Global warming threatenig all
Tsunami,Durfur ,the starving world
while some affluents enjoying wild
what to say or what not to
the broad canvas look so soiled
what should I paint and with what color
while the baby-Century is sick
on the lap of its `dad`
with Pognosis turning -sad !
Confession Western style
By Parashar Bose
My pious `father`
I am here to confess my sin
and you will liberate me, i know
as you are bound to the Lord
by your faith
\Before I seek your divine help
tell me father, if once or twice
you have not sinned yourself too!
Or
if ever you had
your own confession?
\Did not the `Churches` some times sin
Tell me about Bruno`s death or
Copernicous`s failures or
Galileo`s prison-time and
what were their sin?
About All Wars
By Parashar Bose
Children die, mothers cry, elders bleed
what it matters, it`s WAR indeed
sectarian stand, or theocratic rule
and varying greed
what it matters It`s WAR indeed
To start a war just blame someone
or may create a clever-plan, instead
and matters it notr, it`s WAR indeed
The root, the root, will decide the fruit
as you deprive or as you greed
can ignite a start: it`s WAR indeed
From Afghan-`stan to Iraq burn
see,- Mediterranean too , now heavily bleed
`War` is a name of canine game
when was there peace! it`s WAR indeed.
Advance Warning
By Parashar Bose
`He who has an ear; let him hear`
Some thing,like Vietnam-aftermath
is re-visiting us!
\Those young beautiful lives
fighting now and returning home
dead,invalid, crippled or de-formed!
with psychae -so disturbed
like Tornedo-wind or wounded prey.
\What you expect of them more?
butter-smooth smiles! or `perfect mind`!!
or a return to `sweet social life` !!
\Some of these soul(s) so disturbed
like wounded leopard, will turn violent
when they are back (we pray otherwise !)
to avenge their lost-golden lives
destroyed so early; asking, why
The Uno, I Can Not Be Proud Of
By Parashar Bose
`The League of Nations` came and failed
that`s a tragic story long,long past.
Now our UNO old enough to suffer senility
or impotency of helplessness-strife.
\The `brute civilisation` now
on brink of another `Collapse syndrome`
or alive like theocratic,dictatorial
or corporate Lobby `resorts` some kind
otherwise `promising business clubs`
or bargaining vanue of ppolitics.
\While Darfur, Ruwanda are crying dead
UNO,- dysfunctional in Middle -east mess
How can I,for UNO, sing a sweet song
unless it is bold and bring the change.
\While more nations are e***, how can be
that their `agents` will be godly men!
By begging `power` UNO can never lead.
The Doller In The Fridge Code
By Parashar Bose
Who says
that republican leader donot
join the democrat these days
Some `davis Foster` of the House
is scared like a frog and croaked
Both may be shivering cold
in seperate `fridges` being trapped
storing not food but Dollars big
may be, other skeletons are too
hiding within for redemption
People of same conduct closer friends
Watch and wait; see how many in fray
Such popular national corrupt game!
Let bribery be declared a political play.
Adressing America - (Young fighters)
By Parashar Bose
Invite or allure - young blood
strong and vibrant
send them to those War-front
with latest tech`& lethal skill
you`ve,already, a terrific `Rambo,` `
The teen age blood boils and speeds
being sharp is potential force
and if they experience horros much
can turn,when back- a killer big
\It is the Psychae-,the root and causeh
he can turn into any thing,back in home
doesn`t need a C.J.Yung or Rocket skill to knoww
In adverse climate -this daring `one
and worse, he is a converted murderer
\This is the outcome of modern Wars
where killing becomes a sport-indeed
Modern war the `cutting age` tool &disaster! -
the decided End.
Black - Hole Poetry
By Parashar Bose
Dark Matter, Dark-Energy or Black hole
are but Cosmologists` sermon while
the ordinary people have never heard
or seen them on earth but
on Mediterranian bay of Jesus sky
we all are witnessing another kind
of darker energy and blacker holes
made by missiles and bombs.
Women buried alive and children die
Et6hnic war,the sectarian clash
the economic Oil-might all explode
on mid-east-Asia; what a display!
\Where Jesus once trned water to wine
ethnic clsh plays dance of Death
turning life to funeral-fire
some one refuses the right of existence
to the other one.
Kissing For A Cause [Ndtv-News 24x7 :04/16/07 10am; Et)
By Parashar Bose
[NDTV-NEWS 24X7 :04/16/07 10AM; ET)
Come, you all and calm down
they were kissing for a cause ie
against spreading AIDS
they were only educating the mass;
how to avoid AIDS- otherwise
Is it not an Indian Culture to entertain
your guest !(she said) and
(when he apologised after enjoying it, -full)
Oh ! - if I also had the chance, only once
I would have apologised hundred times !
but would she agree ; I doubt !
(i am 90 yrs young,)
Let her repreat her `Indian Culture`
this `KISSING FOR A CAUSE`
A great `Shilpa-work`; I `sing` it so loud
`Encore ! Encore ! - oh dear - my dear !
NAKED TRUTH AND ADVANCE WARNING ( Virginia Syndrome )
By Parashar Bose
It is not good, it can not be good
this event and aftermath
Some Media, reapeating and `cloning` in so many ways
this most tragic event in Modern time
\Vultures would love to fly back over to the carcass)
\Is it feeding `news` or some commercial-appetite
that this repeatation and `cloniing`of the tragic event
bobmberding every mind over and over
with possible fear and effect that
may exicite some other young,fragile and troubled-mind
to try to be famous or `immortal`
on media-screen!
\I do not know
but I am worried down to my hiding bones!
RAP POETRY Rhyth - 3
By Parashar Bose
Rap tap or shout
they are all
phonetic tricks
on ear drum
or physics
\My passion your kiss
the chemical games
produced in
by Hormone `bands`
\Exceed them
transcend all
or surrender =and
walk naked
with soul uncovered.
There`s none
good bad ugly
No cosmos no God
without that -what
we know as `soul`.
Hard Drink Vs Hard Poetry
By Parashar Bose
Mr. president Cirac,
I shall try to define War better than you/
War is a condition of challenge and Chess-
game poise /It is laughable to think that
certain War is Dis-proportionate/This
opinion comes out of myopic vision not
Global view/By your hypothesis every time
Momammad Ali won by a Knock-out punch, was
a dispropotionate response/Creating
condition of war by Major Powers are more
disturbing attitude than survival-response
of certain nation/ Distorted visions of
great powers have led to the present pathos
on the Global stage/All nations , big or
small are stage players of self-interest.
Butterfly
By Parashar Bose
How easily from larvae
you transform to pupa - so fast
then again ye evolve to
Catterpillar type and naturally
in singular life, I wonder how!
\Finally, as a meditating 'Zen'
you 'realise' at last so perfect, in form
and master space and easily fly
with spread-wing spectrum of all delight
evolving thus with joy within
in single life and 'four' ascents
I envy so much ! and wish could do
like you, oh! the Butterfly!
Firefly
By Parashar Bose
Self luminosity like that of Divine
'warp and woof' of spirit alive
darkness, - each time
defeated by light!
What a way to challenge
adverse time
stiching all
mutable darkness
or coal-tar night!
\And
you ever are
tirelessly awake
with -
your luninous soul!
I don't know how!
To The Wall-Street Casinos
By Parashar Bose
Give me my life , yes, -now
back from the killer-sharks or
from where the vultures fly and prey;
refund me my childrens` future` smiles.
\Your greed knows no end
no sun-lit day; no night`s respite !
Your vampire joy with carnivore greed;
but give back my children`s desiring dreams.
\Do you ever read your `Gospel`,dear
`easier for camel to glide thru needle`s eye`
but not for you (the greedy rich),to find your divine.
\Even terrorists have their un-ashamed face
Wall-street lords, ye the worsr disgrace!
And So What !
By Parashar Bose
U are a hindu
she is a Christian
i am a muslim
and so what!
\U wear a dhoti
she has her skirt
while i my taj
and so what!
\one son a doctor
the other a prof.
the daughter a teacher
the `father` - but one .
\U have `Shiva`
she has her `God`
and i my `Allah`
are they not ONE !!!
While Rome Was Burning
By Parashar Bose
`While Rome was burning .....`
\Or our world under terrorists` fire
Even Somalia now under ... them!
(`what? -without my sanction!`!)
\To me, Gay marriage is great issue
can`t wait for another chance
My `clients` are losing hold now
they need my help. yes and now.
\Some one bring me my `flute`
Even if, -Iraq is burning
I won`t allow anything else to
frighten me `under my Watch`.
THE WAR-O- philia
By Parashar Bose
Not `iraq` nor `iran`; nor the cause
nor the fact revealed or ever known
but the motive and revenge, that`s all
It does not matter what intelligence say
or the realities on the Global stage.
\As realities are within `Relativity`-field
that is what the Genius says
He tried to kill my Dad,you know
that`s the WMD yes! (for me
enough reason to take `him` on.
\Can run but cannot hide this time
may hide but I shall find `him` soon
Is it the wrong man or taking years
the health of the Nation matters not.
Oracle
By Parashar Bose
Was it the best time, i was born
so much light of knowledge over-flowing now
Is it the worst time i was dumped in
the canine human intelligence
crossing swords every where!
The crippled fate of collective life
only to spit venom every way.
\The last of Homosapiens
the hope of the Conscious life
eating up themselves -planning what!
Is it in response of Apocalypse.
\And my pen
instead of poetry, - spit poison too.
Have we reached, the peak at last to fall
or like the apes are we being
replaced by another better ones!
by evolutionery Science or the Divine!
Horns of a Dilema (political satire)
By Parashar Bose
As Iraq stands up
we stand down` O.K?
Gentleman`s promise
\The present hurdle is
even after both knee-surgery
as aftermath of war and the way
we made the `Mission accomplished`
Iraq needs a `Walker` for life
perhaps!
\So! and SO?
how to decide
how many years it may take
for Iraq to stand up
as the condition is!
\So, let us pray and prepare.
Adressing Americans (political satire)
By Parashar Bose
What a shape of advance Democracy!
When America is sinking in New Orleans
some ones were `playing flute`
in Katrina disaster days (now we know)
One billion syphoned by some `patriots`
\Why blame the corrupt corporates alone
the national Character progressing fast(?)
While America is getting burnt in Iraq
and illegal aliens, in millions now
dreaming for their majority status
the senate heroes are playing flute
singing songs, as past time,-on National flag
\Some one uncovered the majority-face
by showing the picture of a singer, smart
wearing on a disfigured flag; singing
to the elated majority group!
Is advance Democracy betraying self
on issues of urgency and priority too.
About Immigration
By Parashar Bose
Immigration is but the Nature`s way
to live anywhere as Global right
Immigration is but the Divine`s play
for human beings grow unified.
\For balanced growth on equity terms
do not violate the Nation`s law
brute-force with your political gain
will destroy dreams you once saw.
\what is unlawful, can`t be made
`legal` with whatever size
of number skill or as `out-law`
because future will, rebound likewise.
America - 2004
By Parashar Bose
Gone! -is it forever
that dare-devil Nations face!
\Now, the growing shadow of fear
and Cancerous uncertainty
tower over the height and serenity
of that `Statue of Liberty`!
\America - now, in Two-thousand-four
dances around, that `yellow color-code`
shaken, showing frightened face
and walking with insomnic gait.
\For, - you did not track and extract out
the Terror`s canine teeth - all
and in time
the invisible shadow of Terror, -now
rule our days and prove ultimately
that -`Fear is the key`.
Emergy funding for Iraq for ` life time`; yes , a must
By Parashar Bose
I wish I had the right to vote, -this time
but I have not; (no chance now or anywhen)
\yet, as the codition appears on the War-front
we badly need this Emergency-funding
of course, with no binding or better to say
for `life-time`, if needed.
\Every one knows that (This War is not `that War`)
to agree to a `time-line` is to accept defeat
or surrender to the `enemy`
(don`t know which one!)
\Better, sacrifice some more soldiers (our children)
who are brave, even,when facing `friendly fire`
So with no `time-frame` we must continue; -need
this Emergency - fund.
When Crisis Befalls A Nation
By Parashar Bose
When Crisis befalls a Nation,sir
and the executive Head is `lame`
or loses two-third of popular poll
it is time for the people to re-call
the supreme-one and re-elect another `One`
of couse that will need amendment
but what is the choice, speak someone.
\Or let the `CONGRESS` rule to save
through national unified way.
Major crisis need major means
to avoid this `Lame-Duck` play.
Rap Poetry
By Parashar Bose
Rappd-tapped
knocked on
every door
within reach or
within sight
\Most
locked from within
some on my face
\Now my style
shout out loud
in full throat
to bring them out
even may try
the primitive dance
to make them go
only after they know.
Soliloquy Of A Wounded Soldier
By Parashar Bose
Don`t invite me, any more
to any festivity of life
I am dead-tired ; breathing jerky
like gasping wounded soul
(both outside and within)
\Why ask me -now
Where does my happiness lie?
Lived, seen, experienced so much !
the war ,the death,dying love
living death and aftermath
Now, too tired of all sorts of war
in evry field
Leaeve it, as it is the raw bleeding wound
the dried crust of blood
Wipe them not. as all situations are now the same
all dreams or hope meanningless !
In lighter vein
By Parashar Bose
`The die is cast and all is over`
Who said it! (I know and won`t tell)
\with a few pegs poured within
I feel so sober and
my neurons take over the shift
with all my `headeches` gone!
\To feel good is my gospel now
To do, as it pleases me
without hurting a soul
is my religion,dear.
All measured values are
in the field of Relativity
(game within games).
\A vice-president shooting his friend
missing a bird can be a`sport`
(but what right he had to kill a bird)
Final show is wit of `word-play` trick
or cheat and try to retreat.
Stem -Cell Research & The Veto
By Parashar Bose
FOrgive them Oh Lord
they do not know, what they are doing`
or, forgive him Oh Lord,as he does not know
what he is doing with his Veto!
Not even he knows -the thing he says about
a subject outside reach.
Collective ignorance is a fine tool
for leaders this days, while
mwdia is a reflecting mirror
to help either side
\Similar blind faith
burnt bruno, harassed Copernicus
tortured and imprisoned Galileo
un-informed people can be easily swayed
\What is truth,-shall shine in the end
inspite of ignorance playing its part.
ADVICE TO ALL NRIs
By Parashar Bose
`Eureka! Eureka!`
RESERVATION? the solution found!
`27%` Reservation I support; not only for
higher Education or IIMs but
also for Ministerial,PM and DPM jobs
Why not reservation for `padmasree` and
for Bharat-Ratnas! too!
\Every one should have a chance
by rotaion, reservation or
if we agree,- by lucky draw, sometime
Why not opportunity for every one
I am for this reservation
If you are not
you are an enemy to Democracy
depriving the unlucky ones from
equal chance.What a grat Discovery!
\All NRIs, come out, sons and give me a hand
Revolutionise this great thought of mine.
Grand Revelation
By Parashar Bose
Hearie, Hearie, oh you all ( even Amerikans)
If you have ear to hear:
All Great religions were gift from Asia
And Jesus was a Jew (no confusion here)
In post-Axial Civilisation
Judo-christian-Islam had single source.
The Revelation also tell us of
Seven pillars in Asia (where was other continents then!)
There is an Indian Ocean & none in any others name!
Europe had its, Dark Age even yest er...
Columbus to reach India, found Red-Indians where...and why
And tomorrow, may belong to yellow race for
That is, as it seems today.
Hard Poetry (
By Parashar Bose
The World is on fire
fury of higher Nature un-leashed
the powerful nations are `Shylocks` smart
eager to have their pound
it matters not by what means
\Scatterd deads`-the pawns of warring game
Hayenas and vultures are breathing joy
this century may be the last act on Earth
Missiles,Atom-bombs will play `Fire works`
\Why worry so much about your children`s fate
Collective Grave will assure all
a grand finale of nuclear death
and prove the supremacy of `Homo-Sapiens`
\Man will unite again in Funeral fest
Those who have eyes may read and -rest.
Brute Force Makes You A Brute
By Parashar Bose
Once,while, at His feet
my Guru told: - behold my child
brute force wil make you a brute
with three arms (or say 3 branches
in terms of politics)
will make you a champion brute.
You wll have big `capital to spend`
and you will spend, become a Bankrupt
or may even make you corrupt.
\That is the nature of all Ruling games
With the start, being famous,may become
infamous and that`s called fate
Like the Oedepus-complex,-you don`t know
how you end up or where you go
or throw your own friends and people !
\I asked my Guru -what should I ask
and what He advised is ;- Quo Vadis ?
Right to vote & Right to Re-call
By Parashar Bose
When I have the right to vote
should have,also, the right to `re-call`
The mistake committed should also have
a provision to rectify
\The elected member whoever is
should have no right to continue
if in aftermath, he is found to be
a corrupt/criminal (or say,a rotten egg)
\The Fridge was devised for keeping food
not for $90,000/= to cool
and if some Hanis Faster is frightened or
furious,- search,also, his `fridge`
\I shall, in future, only vote
if, have the right to register a `re-call`
to pick up and throw such rotten egg
as corrupt politicians are no `patriots`.
Casino-world : Hollywood succeeds more than `Da vinci`
By Parashar Bose
Make a scandal; be famous overnight
uphold a controversy,publicise for profit
true or false?-a scandal is a comodity
\In india Budha,Krishna and Charvak too
had equal right to preach without
marketting advantage
Indians are genetically spiritual and
accepts what is only worth.
Modern hollywood days : a Film has
more value than the author and an Actor
more worth than Jesus had
Want to profit in commerce?
Make a scandal and boldly advertise
more the uproar, more your chance.
To me I care not if jesus was married
or some `gay`
To me what jesus said and did is my coin.
\All mythologies,i think,is turbid water.
DECLARATION OF lOVE (American way)
By Parashar Bose
What is tnis! so unacceptable for us
Other Nations don`t love us; but why!
Still the only super Power
we shall have to deal, one by one
and teach them, how to love or, at least, like
even if, have to `veto` in UNO-site
\just give us some more time (we mean years)
until we finish this Iraq -war
while Iran , korea have to wait their time.
Sut minimum condition, `others` must love us
whatever it costs [to us, or to them].
Hard drink
By Parashar Bose
`they will find , they mis-read George Bush`
said, the second from the Top
But, they may also find:
out of two` Tops`, directing War
One did not khow - how to aim ,-in bird-shooting
instead, he hurt his own friend,
(the lucky bird flew away free)
The other top-most never did fight
on War-field !
With that records - if true
where to put our! trust !
PEACE, in the meat shop
By Parashar Bose
`Peace` in plenty, in the meat shop
I can`t help, admiring you my friend
so cleverly you have established `PEACE`
in divided forms, packed and stored
All pain, strain and turmoil we suffeer from
if, could be attended to, as you do
and keep them in storage cold
without one, to raise a voice or try to protest in your land
Peace returns so peaceful, lying dead
as if, restng in bed!
I admire, so much,your keeping all meat.
Quiet and in so much peace!
I really do sometimes try but
I can not! I can not! and I can not!
LAW_MAKERS` Recreation Club
By Parashar Bose
Who says,the Nation is in Crisis
(who dares?) and we are playing `flute`
Don`t we need to provide,to people,
some respite!
Is there,really, so much crisis
\Let`s have some fun(call it comic-relief
like in `Greek Tragedy`) and
in our `LAW MAKERS` CLUB`
We have been winning the same war
for so many years ,now
so let us relax or forget
\We will talk about (say) Mongolia
why not about Thailand too
or why not thank the Wine-makers!
\Or for a change, let us talk about Weather
you never know `Katrina` may again
wash out our votes!
U . N . O - Impotency
By Parashar Bose
Hearie, Hearie, Hearie
Israel-Lebanon Crisis en-gulfing the Globe
and Uno is helpless suffering from
impotency agravated, - as because
one party is terrorist and consitution
permits not to negotiate if one of two
is terrorist or not a member-state.
\Let you wait and pray
UNO will participate when fire dies down
yes, hundreds die or thousands fly
but must have patience, - until UNO can
find out a way to negotiate peace.
may take weeks or months and that`s the way.
\The UNO is u.n.a-; power-less stuff
Viagra ! Viagra ! - do you hear !
Scape - Goat
By Parashar Bose
Get some one, quick
to stand on the Gallow
and save my `national face`
\I promised `Sharlock` his post
though, Katrina is after us
like a ghost
while a few years more, ahead, for me
\Some Mike Frown did a `heck of a job`
I said openly!(should not have)
Now, let him take some heat
and without Sharlock, I am lost
\Let some one save my face
find out a `scape-goat`
or a lamb be sacrificed
be it say Mike Frown.
I Dance Naked
By Parashar Bose
`Forgive them`!-`they` even deceive the Divine
in temples,churches, mosques
Deceiving people is easy job
the hunting game for Hyenas/sharks
prowling Wall Street or corporate field
protected by political business skill
\The Exploited `poor gods!
are ideal target of theologic clubs
They even assure the suffering mass
with `certified redemption`
against graded donation (as `fund-
collecting dinner`by political Lords)
\Poor gods! so helpless you are
having no `microphone` to protest loud
Temples churches mosque,the places for
crucification for `christs` of to day.
\Deceiving gods are ever - cleverst game!
Final War For Theoretical Peace
By Parashar Bose
For to morrow`s peace
to-day`s final war
a few dozen children -dead
a few hundred widows more
burnt down homes or collapsed bridges
more missiles or bombs from sky
this is better agreement for
to morrow`s peace!
Peace will be distributed soon
like wrapped up meat
from Path Mark shopping-complex
\It must be a better deal
only few more hours left
let us destroy each other or kill
a few dozens more of future neighbours
only a few hours left
make the final kill
for the assured `Theoretical Peace`
hours ahead.
Adressing All Americans- ((3rd party now)
By Parashar Bose
This is urgent message
we need a third party -NOW
not to put in power -stat
but for effective check on
other parties,- smelling `rot`
\White ,brown or black
leberal/conservative; Demo or Repub.
a few members - worse than Corporate sharks
will do any thing for money or `bribe`
be it `Indian settlement or social crime
even FREEZERS are temptations for a few
for hiding,perhaps,`bribe`.
\A National crisis - now
call the 911 or`other ones` to send
a Third party of any name but not of corrupts
\American people held hostage now
by ruling ones.
Ethics (political) Vs Opinion poll
By Parashar Bose
Without my masked face and painted smile
its so hard to serve people
and also difficult to
serve `my.self`
Yet, have to keep an ever smart eye
on the `Opinion-Poll`, for balancing act
Being pragmatic and clever is
the `Survival-Game` of modern time.
I must keep a watch around and learn
to turn or twist, even swing sometimes
or master some plastic mould
and, even, re-shape my inside soul.
Omen
By Parashar Bose
Good or bad, I do not know
nor ever born with that sixth sense`
neither know saints`s Divine `vision`
nor had a `Crystal Ball` yet
Yet this venture seems on reverse-gear
or speeding to a fall
from the hill-top-climb
\Is it then the Leader`s fault!
with, Nation sliding down to peril
or Captain sailing with broken mast
someone will point out I`m hoping still
\An `Omen` it seems, from higher sphere
deciding out-come and this Nations fate
the frowning look of enemy-time
for right answer, how long to wait!
It is but fate ( a political quip)
By Parashar Bose
He fought like a lion
and won three `purple hearts
returned and then
denounced the brutality of unjust wars.
\But his previleged friends
enjoying in White-washed-Home
declared him un-patriotic
even with their `AWL`
\Thus is the fate of a hero
who fights so well in war
and so boldly for `Global` Peace.
\Even some `deserters` have better luck
being on the Lime-light show
while real heroes must accept sometimes
their un-deserved fate.
America Overcomes
By Parashar Bose
America overcomes
and Democracy wins
despite the events in Abu Ghraib cell
and inspite of other hurting failures all.
\The Statue of Liberty is
luminous as before
sustaining and assuring the World.
\And -anyone of you
(if thou don`t believe)
just come to experience -when
the open session of the Senate
proves its Democratic way
on five/seven/zero four
challenging the `other worlds`
to prove in similar way
their faith,belief or ethnic play.
` Dead Or Alive`
By Parashar Bose
Mr. head of a huge Nation
you failed to keep your promise repeated times
`Dead or alive, we shall - find you`- you declared
Even now`, smiling smart, he lives in your Friend's land
as the most respected and feared guest .
Supreme commander must keep his promise
or quit (with 30% support)
\Did you ever read, sir
Cervantes` - Don Quixote
you remind me so much of his vision
`Wind Mill Device or WMD
As you did not keep your promise
what should, now, be your duty?
-To leave or not to leave
`that is the question !`
But, Founders never told in good detail
about the condition of saving the post
(With 30 percent popularity alone)
the Constitution should be amended and
advise you, -`QUIT ! Sir.`
The ETHICS OF WAR
By Parashar Bose
The ethics of war, all thrown down drain
killing children and women in masculine war
now your sport
Hiding behind children and women or old
or taking shelter in hospitals is
worse than murder crime.
When hatred becomes the Mastermind
mass killing a sport
should know that thy human form
has reverted back to a stage
lower than animal type
Quo vadis! Oh the Divine`s hope
are you back to your quadruped form
even they have their standard code
wickedness is your secret code!
Evolution may take a reverse turn
Quo vadis man, still time to return.
Rap
By Parashar Bose
All criminals
thieves,smuglers
why in jail
come out and
dance naked.
More criminals
now living free
some in politics
or in Wall-street
`born free & living free`
Their story- another`Da Vinci code`
don`t know who is hiding what
any one serving?-whom(you or self)
Who said -`one can smile and smile
and be a villain` and what
would you say of some
whose smile and
profession is
like prostitution.
USA Boundsaries (for children book)
By Parashar Bose
USA is huge country ,-right!
Looks like camel sitting tight
Doble-sized East-West than North & south
Columbus never knew where India was
(did not know Geography/History much
Indians are not `Red` but all colors)
\Now the boundaries and let us learn:
The North is the Cold-zone for Canadians
on the west `Alkatra`-sheltering criminals
lower down the Hollywood-sexy shore
\Onthe East the Wall-street sharks
and Capitol-hill for self serving leaders
On the SOuth is Mexico, the danger zone
and also, where some fox is the lord.
\So dear children we have learnt a lot
let us hope we are now well informed.
Time to Ammend CONSTITUTION(political satire)
By Parashar Bose
Danger shall always pry on US
when all the three `branbches` are
the istruments of one party and
the CEH(the head) falters or fails
If `lame duck` period lingers for years
let us pray to Lord for respite,dear
\Patriotism and politics -different terms
most serve themselves and a party
very few for the Nation or country
Politics is a fashion or a profession
let us admit, dear.
\When useless team is on the field
and the captain even worse
what victory can one dream
than just crying in my verse.
\So, friends,let us find a Casino
and try another luck
Th
Final Report ( a political quip )
By Parashar Bose
A bad carpenter
may curse his tools.
A mediocre dancer
often blames the floor.
\Finally
for an inept leadership
it is smart
to find fault with intelligence.
\While
the police dog
is ever so smart
and smells it right!
WAR-MONGERS & Starving World
By Parashar Bose
The wealth spent,each year, on
production of bombs and amunitions
by all Nations, can feed the hungry World
(it`s said)
\The tragedy is, the negetive consciousness
of all War-Mongers do not care for
the tragedies the present world and
atmosphere suuffer from, to-wards `Doom `!
\The World is more divided now
than anytime before!
Dooms-day is the ultimate prognosis
of the `sick civilisation` unless
better sense prevail.
The naked truth & blunt advice (for a President)
By Parashar Bose
You failed to secure the border
even after 9/11 - true?
Smuglers and Aliens coming and
dancing free; even challenging law.
(I think) you have lost the right to lead.
\A true leader has to see the events
decades in advance - am i wrong?
Admitted -every one is not Abe Lincohn.
\In two decades they wiil be `majority`
by geometric law of growth and size.
\That`s OK if the rules are honoured
(I am too a recent immigrant,-registered.)
\But to barter law for political gain !
when the terorists and smuglers rule the day!
\Sir, it is time to seek voters `nod`.
Genetic defects in politicians (political Satire)
By Parashar Bose
It may be my own fault that
I find DNA deffects in `Capitol hill`
Some times, I think, I hate politicians
more than Wall-street criminals
or even notorious corporate-sharks
\Some Holly-wood villains look like saints
in contrast to our serving `Congress-lords`
Even isurgents do not hide their plan
as do some `Jeffersons or hasters` here
wearing masks.
\Kenleys looks some gentler face
in cantrast to these sham politicians.
God, help me from these hypocrete lords!
It was the best time; it was the worst (Satire)
By Parashar Bose
Once upon a time (on another planet)
there were two Amerikas
One called Democratikoss ; the other
republikos and the president of either land
removed the judicial-guards
to let one`s own choice prevail
to suit `democracy` of either land.
It is not ` the tale of two cities`
but the politics of `two landers`
For,it was the age of `politiking` and not
the ideal of patriotism for
these two words were poles apart.
Folk Song
By Parashar Bose
Shall meet my people
Shall talk about Democracy
Shall talk about freedom
(Chorus : with an eye for the Election )
Shall debate in the house
Shall talk about immigration
And about the border
(Chorus : with an eye for the Election )
Shall serve my people
Shall visit the flood-victims
Shall smile to the crowd
(Chorus : with an eye for the Election )
Shall meet the children
Shall visit the sick
Shall condole at funerals
(Chorus : with an eye for the Election )
Will talk about our security
Will discuss unemployment
Will talk about Jobs
(Chorus : with an eye for the Election ).
The FUTURE SHOCK
By Parashar Bose
Israel has
no right to Exist
they said!
Does it not also mean that
Einstein had no right
to be born
and what you say!
\Where should I go
and plead or appeal
Shall the World has to be
re-shaped again
with no Einstein
or his space-time
or no Light & speed
or with Light
but no speed!
Excuse me, I`m confused.
Shiva`s Dance
By Hiranmoy Gautom
==================
Further than photon of fifth dimension
beyond all Field or Force
furthest from Axial Time-Space -play
`warf and woof` of mutable field for life
lie,-s the Stage for SHIVA'`s Dance
\HE poise and dance
beyond the reach of all your`strings`
manifesting another creative `Light`
dividing and multiplying life with reflective Cosmic-Mind
and myriad endless Space for ' mirage '
that rise and vanish in joy
to enact the illusive play
of vrtual reality and
deep-dark game you call
`Disolution`
______
ABSTRACT
By Hiranmoy Gautom
===================
Observer without observable
-senselessness !
Observable without an observer -nothingness !
Matter with no spirit within --all nonsese !
How is observation posible without --either one
\Knowledge is only but reactions of
matter on observer`s capacity to know.
Perception without Consciousness is absurd too!
\Genius like Einstein Max planck or -dreamers of `Strings`
are but `observers` ----whose
Supra-sensual perceptions -make us know
what would not or could be there ,
whether we admit it or not.
________________
ISLAM : Let Us Know
By Hiranmoy Gautom
=================
Have you read all about holy `Koran`?
then sit with me and tell
What are the `Five Pillars` of ISLAM
(name them without help or Internet)
Tell ,--what `Islam` means
\I too believe we will go to Heaven
even if we kill for some higher cause
But what is really the Landscape of Heaven
and how many levels that Heaven has got
\Is that the best place for oul or sensual joy
even better than Wall-street/Hollywood-sex
or others levels of spiritual joy
and wave-lengths of divine achievements
\Should I aspire Heaven for sensual joy
or should I not aspire ` for transcedence !
________________
RE-INCARNATION
By Hiranmoy Gautom
===============
`Thi is John
who was Elias in previous birth`
Was it not
told by jesus , the Perfect Jew
before he was a Christian to me or to you.
now recorded in the BIBLE !
or, may be,
others won`t believe
in re-incarnation
\Help them oh! Lord
they read but do not
like to believe !
________
When the War ends
By Hiranmoy Gautom
===============
When the War ends
whichever way you cast your eyes
scattered deads aad destruction prevail
with spattered blood .
\Victor or victim whichever thou art
now you repent and weep within
and sign the `treaties` with pride
or in shame.
Oh! the `Victor` or the `king`
look around and see
the `maggots` of devastating death
pile up all around your `crown`
overwhelming your joyous `win`.
The final tale: - in the end:
the Battle-field only wins.
The victor ,victim and suffering all
are only the stage-play pawns
of Nature`s Cosmic game!
__________
The Lightning Struck
By Hiranmoy Gautom
===========
The lightning struck
burnt out clean
every thing
and nothing after
was as before.
\There was neither life
nor a thing nor Nature`s smile.
\But another change
or display
was supreme.
______
Global View
By Hiranmoy Gautom
Thirtynine thousand feet above the earth
flying,window-side,in a Jet
all National boundaries - wiped off clean
all Continental identities - erased or drowned
by unending oceanic blue
only the global shape of Earth
and covering clouds or cerulean space
overwhelm my psychic mind
flushing away all fragmenting thoughts
of ethnic or racial divide.
At thirtynine thousand feet above the Earth
the `planes` of thoughts and living change.
Yet, whisky on ice-rock or drinks or soup
or wine, red or otherwise
can be the plenty to bring me to earth
while that psychic space now upholds me
in Cosmic way.
Atma Geeta part -II
By Hiranmoy Gautom
Freeing the soul is not a social theme
freedom from desire the ultimate guide
or final liberation, as you are
Cosmic Consciousness trapped in body and mind
locked and bound by senses and thoughts.
our entire living is but a long dream that
breaks down in final snap called `Death`.
Me,myself & i are only the Ego`s pride
or subtle traps that hypnotise us.
See only `THAT` anywhere;in all you see
from stone to insects,from grass to tree.
We are actors of His play and tiny pawns
while the Play-wright is unknowable beyond
only the Absolute plays the game
like the Sun for our solar field
all else are but His myriad display
by reflections like that of the moon
on million sea-waves with luminous dance.
_____________
Atma Geeta & modern Science
------By Hiranmoy Gautom
===============
Big-Bangs repeat like fire-fly show
First Cause is the author of Consciousness
All perceptions are game of EMF play
all matters are clusters of Electron-dance
The theory of everything ends in `string`
There was no begining nor shall be the end.
\The Absolute,-may even be named the `GOD`
but give IT no belly-button or biologic form
`Multiverse` behave like `breeding rats`
the Absolute is helpless after casting the dice
`Universe could have been made in myriad ways
but we would not be `here` to tell the tale`.
Atma Geeta part -IV
----By Hiranmoy Gautom
==================
Paths are many; but must have faith
can realise even, without outside help
can walk, swim or run as one is `designed`
Love is the only condition for that search
must have no attachment nor greed nor lust
must seek no condition or commercial gain
love must be only giving; seek no return
with desire attached, can`t earn that love
`love`is more misused and abused much.
\Renounce sensual joy and walk inwards
to know your soul, your silent search.
Don`t respond to sloth of any kind
be`t hatred,deception or wrath
be a witness; not a reacting junk
never despair or weep in defeat or loss
ye know not how you are tested or
how the `light` may ever come.
Atma Geeta Vs Cosmology
----By Hiranmoy Gautom
Observer,observation,the field
the Trinity of play of Consciousness
or -what is the Universe or Cosmos!
with none to Know or report!
Matter-Energy ; - either face of mutable space
or, -things are only energy in frozen form
Electron,proton.quark or `string`
Quantum,graviton,boson,Emf,nuclear force
and - particles are but `waves` or `string`
(like cotton-thread that make a quilt).
\In `Multiple Universe``we are not alone`
Uncertainty-principle`the divine `whim`
vibrating string` the fabric of all
and `nothingness`,perhaps, the Absolute`s design
Black holes are swallowing galactic light
Dimensions are many and `heavens` too
Space` has neither begining nor end
and universes expand like `Buble-soap`
Atma Geeta - -III
By Hiranmoy Gautom
Like reflecting sea waves
of moon-lit night
we are reflectors of that Consciousness
Or, like Electron-gadgets we are all
activated by that `power cell`.
\Without ocean,snow or cloud
what is moisture in wind.
Neither this body, nor mind are we
our I-ness is a borrowed Ego-sense.
As our soul is asleep, we feel alive.
as consciousness expands we`re re-vived.
\This Universe - only a sensory-field
While selfish desire,lust and greed
like covering cloud does cast our sky
creates illusion and hide the Sun.
COSMIC RELIGION & COSMOLOGY
--By Hiranmoy Gautom
=====================
All perceptions are play on sensory field.
Cosmos is a Stage-play ; you are only
programmed to play your part. Birth
and Death are the `names of the same
coin` called `Life`.Long life can be a
boon if you contemplate to know -who you
are and why were born ?Learning is
through `division`while knowledge matures
through sense of Unity; you can count the
waves or see the Ocean ;your choice.Cosmos
is the play of Nature and Consciousness
he`Master` of the game.Yesterday is not
to-day ; nor to-day the to-marrow;
No river-bank is the same next moment.
Play your part as assigned to you and
consciously.We`re `free`only in
relativity,- not beyond.Material
attachments are like adhesive tapes;
easy to get fixed but painful to
get rid off.
Yoga
--By Hiranmoy Gautom
Yoga (`yoke`) - the Vedantic `root`
is but union of the miind with sooul
soul -the extension of the SOUL-DIVINNE
singularity of mind and soul
Human mind behaves like
scattered mastard-seeds
or like monkey that jumps restless
from branches of tree to other tree.
Like Laser ray on singular path
gather the mind to `one`
be it for Divine or be it for love
or knowledge of any kind
(be it even for physical good.)
\Yoga is but union of self
with Divine`s Conscious SOUL
controlling the body with singular flow
is Yoga`s other goal.
Mind without words
--By Hiranmoy Gautom
Mind without words
swells up high
(like full-moon tide)
transcending words
with in-built strife
to exceed and
excel all that rise
or arise in front or around
like `Berlin wall`
or anything alike you name.
Realised
--By Hiranmoy Gautom
=================
like solar or physical light
casting shadow on the wall or a screen
the `luminosity-invisible` of
Cosmic Consciousness
creating the three-D shadows
(as if,alive!)
On the `screen of Nature
reflecting and simaulating all created life
The field of `Relativity`
that we know as `Reality` so long
on the stage of the Divine
known as Living Universe`
the terminal game of Supreme `Consciousness`.
Expansive
--By Hiranmoy Gautom
==================
Yester-night was a different night
and to-nght ? well, - so different too
waiting waiting the sleepless night
then the coverd morn. with expansive cloud
dark and grumbling or screaming sometimes
overwhelming the helpless morn.
___________
No , Please ! don't
--By Hiranmoy Gautom
===============
No! please, don't
invite me to the magic-world
of poetry - anymore.
Words are, themselves, so lame
cripple and incomplete within their frame -that
they ever fall so short of
what I feel or
desire to say.
________
Poetry for Contest
--By Hiranoy Gautom
================
Write a poem for contest
no, I h've never done it ,ever
as my poems are ever the extract of my soul
when it comes , it comes
when does not , - let not
And dream a dance! - if I win
no ! no , -never, to adore my age
let poetry bloom on the soil of my soul
free and un-bound like cerulean hue.
____________
Sparks
-- by Hiranmoy Gautom
Evening assured - 'will come in the morn'
morning promised -the coming night
twinkling stars with cynical smile
tried to console,- in renewed style!
The Face Of God
--by Hiranmoy Gautom
Your physical eyes can't see the Divine
nor human-words nor mind can comprehend 'THAT'
neither thy intrllect nor any scientific search
can ever assess that Absolute Divine.
(Transliteration from Katha-Upanishat - by Hiranmoy Gautom)
Einstein
---by Hiranmoy Gautom
What more could he have given you !
He fixed the speed of light
found the Relativity of Existence
told the material value of all matter(E=mc/sqare).
Unlocked 'mystery'of Universe with
Gravitational Law.
Even to day,Cosmological Constant'
the 'Greatest Blunder' of him
is now your 'greatesr Truth'!
What more you expected from this
'son of God'!
----------- Searched for Phani --------
Love Story
--by Phani Bhusan
Tell me the name -of
a favourite flower -and
I shall paint
the portrait of your Love.
It`s no magic, I promise,- for
in that blossom and ethreal fragrance
lies the shape of one`s love.
\Only, never pluck a flower
with thy nails
(or cut the stem)
to please the one you love
for, that too is murder or killing game.
\Can never know,what is love
by slashing a tender flower
to prove your soul.
Clever Game
--by Phani Basu
Between the two terminals of waste outlets -
for biologic display of life
placed the magic `organ`
for symphony of reproductive joy
tuned up with thy tricks 0f hormone-flow
soaking all physical perceptual field
with overwhelming sensual joy
climbing unto an ultimate source
the conciousness of soul.
\Betwixt the terminals of body`s `waste out-lets`
thou placed the very center of reproductive joy
to enchant and trap all beings,insects to man
to poetic immortality of material life
thus, -keeping up thy game
forever alive!
This physical craving,- unto our psychic soul!
this pilgrim- voyage of conscious physical form!!
Haiku
--by Phani Basu
Tropical cry of baked up land
for rain to quench thirst of life
Aila responds with drowning flood.
EMIGRATING BIRDS (NRIs)
--by Phani Basu
Emigrating birds
for Eastward flight
or NRIs with migrating wings
yet hostile time
and indifferent sky
and murderous canine rage
there -the other himsphere
Those emigrating birds
can't decide the take-off time
-to fly or not to fly
This uncertain stormy sky
can't signal hope
nor assure
any future calm !
No Name
--by Phani Basu
Give no name to your liking
not even if it is love
neither in words nor in spectrum-joy
Or any octave flow
let them float on the canvas of
your winging consciousness
like an avian flight
on the azure plane.
Wave Length
--by Phani Basu
We talked and talked
then we felt
we needed an interpreter
or some
other -time.
DROUGHT
--by Phani Basu
The forest in debt; that is why
it did not come - the rain . Roots & leaves tremble in despair
The higher space - did hold promise
yet all dreams and clouds float and fly
in funeral robe, denying all - early promise!
Blame ? No , not the sky
the fault was in inherited space
or genetic-design like -'fate'
\The vast forest in debt
that's why it did not come
the r-a-i-n ; and in its place
returned swift
- revenge !.
Monsoon Time
--by Phani Basu
Monsoon time
with darkening sky
and weepy clouds
and droping rain
looking alke
like the gloomy face
of the beloved lone
and left behind
on distant shore.
And suddenly
the lightning strikes
Ah ! what a finish
for my desiring dream !
The Ascent
--by Phani Basu
From earthly way
unto the Pacificblue
of cerulean sky and beyond
the deep-dark space
where emptiness , the ruling Lord
and frozen time unto ultimate
the coolest mighty Condensate
Where all is One
and the one in all
and only,if
I could ascend
Subtle Stance
---by Phani Basu
Even if you know- I love you
how it affects you, dear
It's,perhaps, my genetic design
or some chemical octave flow
that sings within my soul or float
like spring-time fragrance - far!
*** ****
So ! how or why it should affect you dear
even if you know
that, - I love you !
--- searched for Phanibhusan -----
LOVE - an Evolving Seed
--by Phanibhusan Gautom
Love! ;- reverse the word and read
`Evol` - the root of conscious growth
Ye know not what is `love`
if-in you- it has not evolved.
Not sensual passion nor physical joy
nor one-ended desire to fulfil
is but psychic outgrowth of soul
to embrace, evolve or absorb and feel
the unity of Existence
enclosing embracing one and all.
\Love blossoms when soul evolves
with expanding conscious-self.
Words!
--by Phanibhusan Gautom
Words?
groups of letters
gifts to `homosapiens`.
Letters?
running dots
with twists and turns
to design thoughts.
Thoughts?
patchy clouds of
floating mind.
Mind?
the human hot plate
of receptive field
to cook to communicate
for some one to feel
good or bad -or
to lie dormant
for future tale.
Better To Keep Awake
--by Phanibhusan ----- Basu
On such sultry days as these
it is better to keep awake
taking a reposing posture
from day to day.
If I woo sleep
weariness grows apace and
I dream dreams that are fatiguing.
\No longer in my dream
can I play the role of a prince
of fairy tales
nor spin a yarn of the winged horse.
What foul weather waylays me
behind the screen of dreams!
I retreat,smeared all over with blood
ruthlessly smitten by nightmares.
Its better to sit up and recline
and put on semblence of being alive.
Ether - al
--by Phanibhusan Basu
Don't give any name or form
to your sublime passion
or love
neither in words nor in spectrum-pigment-glow
nor even in vocal octave-swinging muse
let them float
on your conscious vibrating plane
everywhere unto eternity.
Final Call
---by Phanibhusan Basuhiro
Man , thou the last insignificant
dare not think, - you ever can
destroy the world in any way
except - yourself and -at the most.
Your intelligence was a gift to you
(yet your worst tool - if abused).
With Contracted Consciousness,of course, can
reach your `Hell` and any time
By expanding it - the heaven is yours.
\Dinossaur came too; was replaced soon
beast & babboons,-all types of `apes`
made their ascent; were replaced by
the potential conscious `MAN` at last.
And if you can`t prove your worth
or accept the Unitary (monistic) Existence
be ready -to be rplaced by
another `species` worthier than thee
with cleaner luminous Consciousness.
Final limb
--by Phanibhusan Basu
Each day, - something die within us
tired of repeating habits of lfe
next morn, -we rise again from the dead
Call it growing or be it oherwise
or recycling in another sense
after the one left behind.
Live,- man , -live
rather that copying xerox-life
'dead man walking' within each
or in every other life.
but, we 're progressing, making greater strides
towardsadvanced decorated graves
and makingfinal climb
until - what !
On Return
--by Phanibhusan Basu
Was roaming wide
swimming far
or flying high
throughout life
now tired
returned home
stepped within
closing doors
living now
like coccoon
my name-plate alone
hang outside.
Submit a Poem
--by Phanibhusan Basu
Submit a new poem
even if , there is
nothig 'new' in life
And poetry! -
where and how does
ititit grow
on the barren empty soil
of our soul !
or on this desert- Earth, -where
every mystic garden space
is exposed and analysed by
genetic exposure and
all secret and even sacred joy
exposed -by naked light.
INDIAN VERSES - II
By Phanibhusan Basu
Have to return after death
as - have not been thru yet
all the dark tunnels of life
unto the 'light'.
*****
While flying on jet
thirty-six thousand feet above
all political boundaries, I found
were divisional bluffs.
*******
Like all floaing ice-bergs
your promise of love
may be as sub-merged too
my dear.
Indian verse
by Phanibhusan Basu
With canine faith
the dog is barking loud
while pine tree,so tall
is dumb with sun-shine bath.
********
There was time -when
I made wait all golden-promise
held your hand and walked so long
today too, I walk that log but alone !
********
No more thy smile can enchant me
has known all faces of
pasted smiles
and mask-beauties of all
'Media'-queen.
Cosmic Frame
-by Phanibhusan Basu
On this Universe
our solar space -
a tiny spot
and this Earth a mere dot
and yet our conscious expanding thought now know -
we are none but
specks like 'particle'-dust
\yet we boast so much -that
we are all important beings and
'giants of thoughts and power trust'
And
only Einstein knew
our real stance.
Spark
--by Phanibhusan Basu
The festive time is over now
all friends are leajng one by one
my Soul,thou return to thy inner den
It is time, - for our meeting,dear!
Soul, Rest a while
by Basu Gautom
Tired or turmoiled ; soul
rest a while
\What is thy desire
where does wait
your goal!
If all is but Quantum play
why on surface swim
what you want to tell the world
that is half blind, and deaf
rest a while my soul
rather let us play
in silence or in deepest dark
where the other `light` display
\Rest a while my tired soul
float On the void and forget the goal.
Bad Dreams!
--by Gautom Basu
More of them now
when awake
\While affluence blesses
global half and
another half is starving
though`cutting edge` is
empowering the richer ones
and along side the starving world
dying like orphans-cursed
What goes down
is moral side
of illumined men.
For you or me
bad dreams! and more of them
even when try to sleep or remain awake
This is the best and worst for all
this is the `Homicide Time`
for love or peace.
To My DIVINE
--by Gautom Basu
What shall i attain
by seeing THEE
I cherished the desire
only to know you more.
What shall gain
by scanning THEE
I dreamt only to find my worth
and be one with THEE.
Where and how you stay
are but worthless quest
that, you and me
are indivisable One
that much always was
my life long hope.
To My DIVINE
by Gautom Basu
What shall i attain
by seeing THEE
I cherished the desire
only to know you more.
What shall gain
by scanning THEE
I dreamt only to find my worth
and be one with THEE.
Where and how you stay
are but worthless quest
that, you and me
are indivisable One
that much always was
my life long hope.
My Other World
--by Gautom Basu
My childhood river, ocean-wide
Holding my mother's hand
Vast and deep lush green view around
Coconut, mango trees
Bordering river bank
Shaking heads with wild wind
Like sweet and naughty village girls
The azure sky kissing the horizon beyond
Distant boat men with swollen sails singing
Rich folk songs
Even high up on limitless silver sky
Floating enunciated clouds
Made me enthralled and mesmerized
Today I, an aging man
Burnt grey with heat of experience
Of modern urban life
\Yet my childhood river vast, like ocean
Enriched me with so many hopes and gifts
---Searched for Parashar ----
Political Punch / Quip - (5/7/03)
By Parashar - --P
Tornedoes
S-A-R-S
are Nature`s `slap`.
Glogal terrorism and -
all killing games
are `Mega - germs.`
\Corporate `Villains`
and Job-cut `rule`
for millions of job-less
are `enemies` of Nation
in real terms.
America the most frightened nation? - I don`t know
By Parashar Bose
To day,is America the most frightened Nation on Earth?
I don`t Know the answer; true, I don`t.
\`Cowards die many times before his death
but the valiant never tasteth death but once`
Shakespeare,himself ,spoke (through juleus)
But what our voice whispers Nation-wide!
\America was once such a bold Nation!
and challenged all odds face to face
Now one terroist action, in any form
sends a chilling shiver thru` its spine
like an Earhquake shaking everything around
or like a declared `Sunami`
it shakes up people,like after a bad dream.
\Is it that Terrorism is winning in the end
shouting loud that `Fear is the key`
The simple American now most insecured!
Emergency Call
By Parashar Bose
Abnormal conditions create ,I know
abnormal result,like it or not
murderers and criminals on War-front
are the out-come of
degenerate backgrounds of warring minds
Modern War-clouds are ominous signs
of after-math storms on social-life
back -yard of breeding of distorted genes
transform young blood to dangerous traits
\It is the Psychae that hits the switch
for the `Cloning` and breeding of killer mind
`Timothys` and others may be result outright
of painful experiences in tragic wars
of midern time.
\The summation effect of war-front life
do distort all tender solders in every way
The present outcome may be another one
911-response (or Emergency-call}.
PROGNOSIS
By Parashar Bose
Turmoiled time !
the sailing captains -blind
the adverse tide , the cyclone -or
torenedo signalling frightening fate
Terrorism a rapid viral - spread
Global warming threatenig all
Tsunami,Durfur ,the starving world
while some affluents enjoying wild
what to say or what not to
the broad canvas look so soiled
what should I paint and with what color
while the baby-Century is sick
on the lap of its `dad`
with Pognosis turning -sad !
Confession Western style
By Parashar Bose
My pious `father`
I am here to confess my sin
and you will liberate me, i know
as you are bound to the Lord
by your faith
\Before I seek your divine help
tell me father, if once or twice
you have not sinned yourself too!
Or
if ever you had
your own confession?
\Did not the `Churches` some times sin
Tell me about Bruno`s death or
Copernicous`s failures or
Galileo`s prison-time and
what were their sin?
About All Wars
By Parashar Bose
Children die, mothers cry, elders bleed
what it matters, it`s WAR indeed
sectarian stand, or theocratic rule
and varying greed
what it matters It`s WAR indeed
To start a war just blame someone
or may create a clever-plan, instead
and matters it notr, it`s WAR indeed
The root, the root, will decide the fruit
as you deprive or as you greed
can ignite a start: it`s WAR indeed
From Afghan-`stan to Iraq burn
see,- Mediterranean too , now heavily bleed
`War` is a name of canine game
when was there peace! it`s WAR indeed.
Advance Warning
By Parashar Bose
`He who has an ear; let him hear`
Some thing,like Vietnam-aftermath
is re-visiting us!
\Those young beautiful lives
fighting now and returning home
dead,invalid, crippled or de-formed!
with psychae -so disturbed
like Tornedo-wind or wounded prey.
\What you expect of them more?
butter-smooth smiles! or `perfect mind`!!
or a return to `sweet social life` !!
\Some of these soul(s) so disturbed
like wounded leopard, will turn violent
when they are back (we pray otherwise !)
to avenge their lost-golden lives
destroyed so early; asking, why
The Uno, I Can Not Be Proud Of
By Parashar Bose
`The League of Nations` came and failed
that`s a tragic story long,long past.
Now our UNO old enough to suffer senility
or impotency of helplessness-strife.
\The `brute civilisation` now
on brink of another `Collapse syndrome`
or alive like theocratic,dictatorial
or corporate Lobby `resorts` some kind
otherwise `promising business clubs`
or bargaining vanue of ppolitics.
\While Darfur, Ruwanda are crying dead
UNO,- dysfunctional in Middle -east mess
How can I,for UNO, sing a sweet song
unless it is bold and bring the change.
\While more nations are e***, how can be
that their `agents` will be godly men!
By begging `power` UNO can never lead.
The Doller In The Fridge Code
By Parashar Bose
Who says
that republican leader donot
join the democrat these days
Some `davis Foster` of the House
is scared like a frog and croaked
Both may be shivering cold
in seperate `fridges` being trapped
storing not food but Dollars big
may be, other skeletons are too
hiding within for redemption
People of same conduct closer friends
Watch and wait; see how many in fray
Such popular national corrupt game!
Let bribery be declared a political play.
Adressing America - (Young fighters)
By Parashar Bose
Invite or allure - young blood
strong and vibrant
send them to those War-front
with latest tech`& lethal skill
you`ve,already, a terrific `Rambo,` `
The teen age blood boils and speeds
being sharp is potential force
and if they experience horros much
can turn,when back- a killer big
\It is the Psychae-,the root and causeh
he can turn into any thing,back in home
doesn`t need a C.J.Yung or Rocket skill to knoww
In adverse climate -this daring `one
and worse, he is a converted murderer
\This is the outcome of modern Wars
where killing becomes a sport-indeed
Modern war the `cutting age` tool &disaster! -
the decided End.
Black - Hole Poetry
By Parashar Bose
Dark Matter, Dark-Energy or Black hole
are but Cosmologists` sermon while
the ordinary people have never heard
or seen them on earth but
on Mediterranian bay of Jesus sky
we all are witnessing another kind
of darker energy and blacker holes
made by missiles and bombs.
Women buried alive and children die
Et6hnic war,the sectarian clash
the economic Oil-might all explode
on mid-east-Asia; what a display!
\Where Jesus once trned water to wine
ethnic clsh plays dance of Death
turning life to funeral-fire
some one refuses the right of existence
to the other one.
Kissing For A Cause [Ndtv-News 24x7 :04/16/07 10am; Et)
By Parashar Bose
[NDTV-NEWS 24X7 :04/16/07 10AM; ET)
Come, you all and calm down
they were kissing for a cause ie
against spreading AIDS
they were only educating the mass;
how to avoid AIDS- otherwise
Is it not an Indian Culture to entertain
your guest !(she said) and
(when he apologised after enjoying it, -full)
Oh ! - if I also had the chance, only once
I would have apologised hundred times !
but would she agree ; I doubt !
(i am 90 yrs young,)
Let her repreat her `Indian Culture`
this `KISSING FOR A CAUSE`
A great `Shilpa-work`; I `sing` it so loud
`Encore ! Encore ! - oh dear - my dear !
NAKED TRUTH AND ADVANCE WARNING ( Virginia Syndrome )
By Parashar Bose
It is not good, it can not be good
this event and aftermath
Some Media, reapeating and `cloning` in so many ways
this most tragic event in Modern time
\Vultures would love to fly back over to the carcass)
\Is it feeding `news` or some commercial-appetite
that this repeatation and `cloniing`of the tragic event
bobmberding every mind over and over
with possible fear and effect that
may exicite some other young,fragile and troubled-mind
to try to be famous or `immortal`
on media-screen!
\I do not know
but I am worried down to my hiding bones!
RAP POETRY Rhyth - 3
By Parashar Bose
Rap tap or shout
they are all
phonetic tricks
on ear drum
or physics
\My passion your kiss
the chemical games
produced in
by Hormone `bands`
\Exceed them
transcend all
or surrender =and
walk naked
with soul uncovered.
There`s none
good bad ugly
No cosmos no God
without that -what
we know as `soul`.
Hard Drink Vs Hard Poetry
By Parashar Bose
Mr. president Cirac,
I shall try to define War better than you/
War is a condition of challenge and Chess-
game poise /It is laughable to think that
certain War is Dis-proportionate/This
opinion comes out of myopic vision not
Global view/By your hypothesis every time
Momammad Ali won by a Knock-out punch, was
a dispropotionate response/Creating
condition of war by Major Powers are more
disturbing attitude than survival-response
of certain nation/ Distorted visions of
great powers have led to the present pathos
on the Global stage/All nations , big or
small are stage players of self-interest.
Butterfly
By Parashar Bose
How easily from larvae
you transform to pupa - so fast
then again ye evolve to
Catterpillar type and naturally
in singular life, I wonder how!
\Finally, as a meditating 'Zen'
you 'realise' at last so perfect, in form
and master space and easily fly
with spread-wing spectrum of all delight
evolving thus with joy within
in single life and 'four' ascents
I envy so much ! and wish could do
like you, oh! the Butterfly!
Firefly
By Parashar Bose
Self luminosity like that of Divine
'warp and woof' of spirit alive
darkness, - each time
defeated by light!
What a way to challenge
adverse time
stiching all
mutable darkness
or coal-tar night!
\And
you ever are
tirelessly awake
with -
your luninous soul!
I don't know how!
To The Wall-Street Casinos
By Parashar Bose
Give me my life , yes, -now
back from the killer-sharks or
from where the vultures fly and prey;
refund me my childrens` future` smiles.
\Your greed knows no end
no sun-lit day; no night`s respite !
Your vampire joy with carnivore greed;
but give back my children`s desiring dreams.
\Do you ever read your `Gospel`,dear
`easier for camel to glide thru needle`s eye`
but not for you (the greedy rich),to find your divine.
\Even terrorists have their un-ashamed face
Wall-street lords, ye the worsr disgrace!
And So What !
By Parashar Bose
U are a hindu
she is a Christian
i am a muslim
and so what!
\U wear a dhoti
she has her skirt
while i my taj
and so what!
\one son a doctor
the other a prof.
the daughter a teacher
the `father` - but one .
\U have `Shiva`
she has her `God`
and i my `Allah`
are they not ONE !!!
While Rome Was Burning
By Parashar Bose
`While Rome was burning .....`
\Or our world under terrorists` fire
Even Somalia now under ... them!
(`what? -without my sanction!`!)
\To me, Gay marriage is great issue
can`t wait for another chance
My `clients` are losing hold now
they need my help. yes and now.
\Some one bring me my `flute`
Even if, -Iraq is burning
I won`t allow anything else to
frighten me `under my Watch`.
THE WAR-O- philia
By Parashar Bose
Not `iraq` nor `iran`; nor the cause
nor the fact revealed or ever known
but the motive and revenge, that`s all
It does not matter what intelligence say
or the realities on the Global stage.
\As realities are within `Relativity`-field
that is what the Genius says
He tried to kill my Dad,you know
that`s the WMD yes! (for me
enough reason to take `him` on.
\Can run but cannot hide this time
may hide but I shall find `him` soon
Is it the wrong man or taking years
the health of the Nation matters not.
Oracle
By Parashar Bose
Was it the best time, i was born
so much light of knowledge over-flowing now
Is it the worst time i was dumped in
the canine human intelligence
crossing swords every where!
The crippled fate of collective life
only to spit venom every way.
\The last of Homosapiens
the hope of the Conscious life
eating up themselves -planning what!
Is it in response of Apocalypse.
\And my pen
instead of poetry, - spit poison too.
Have we reached, the peak at last to fall
or like the apes are we being
replaced by another better ones!
by evolutionery Science or the Divine!
Horns of a Dilema (political satire)
By Parashar Bose
As Iraq stands up
we stand down` O.K?
Gentleman`s promise
\The present hurdle is
even after both knee-surgery
as aftermath of war and the way
we made the `Mission accomplished`
Iraq needs a `Walker` for life
perhaps!
\So! and SO?
how to decide
how many years it may take
for Iraq to stand up
as the condition is!
\So, let us pray and prepare.
Adressing Americans (political satire)
By Parashar Bose
What a shape of advance Democracy!
When America is sinking in New Orleans
some ones were `playing flute`
in Katrina disaster days (now we know)
One billion syphoned by some `patriots`
\Why blame the corrupt corporates alone
the national Character progressing fast(?)
While America is getting burnt in Iraq
and illegal aliens, in millions now
dreaming for their majority status
the senate heroes are playing flute
singing songs, as past time,-on National flag
\Some one uncovered the majority-face
by showing the picture of a singer, smart
wearing on a disfigured flag; singing
to the elated majority group!
Is advance Democracy betraying self
on issues of urgency and priority too.
About Immigration
By Parashar Bose
Immigration is but the Nature`s way
to live anywhere as Global right
Immigration is but the Divine`s play
for human beings grow unified.
\For balanced growth on equity terms
do not violate the Nation`s law
brute-force with your political gain
will destroy dreams you once saw.
\what is unlawful, can`t be made
`legal` with whatever size
of number skill or as `out-law`
because future will, rebound likewise.
America - 2004
By Parashar Bose
Gone! -is it forever
that dare-devil Nations face!
\Now, the growing shadow of fear
and Cancerous uncertainty
tower over the height and serenity
of that `Statue of Liberty`!
\America - now, in Two-thousand-four
dances around, that `yellow color-code`
shaken, showing frightened face
and walking with insomnic gait.
\For, - you did not track and extract out
the Terror`s canine teeth - all
and in time
the invisible shadow of Terror, -now
rule our days and prove ultimately
that -`Fear is the key`.
Emergy funding for Iraq for ` life time`; yes , a must
By Parashar Bose
I wish I had the right to vote, -this time
but I have not; (no chance now or anywhen)
\yet, as the codition appears on the War-front
we badly need this Emergency-funding
of course, with no binding or better to say
for `life-time`, if needed.
\Every one knows that (This War is not `that War`)
to agree to a `time-line` is to accept defeat
or surrender to the `enemy`
(don`t know which one!)
\Better, sacrifice some more soldiers (our children)
who are brave, even,when facing `friendly fire`
So with no `time-frame` we must continue; -need
this Emergency - fund.
When Crisis Befalls A Nation
By Parashar Bose
When Crisis befalls a Nation,sir
and the executive Head is `lame`
or loses two-third of popular poll
it is time for the people to re-call
the supreme-one and re-elect another `One`
of couse that will need amendment
but what is the choice, speak someone.
\Or let the `CONGRESS` rule to save
through national unified way.
Major crisis need major means
to avoid this `Lame-Duck` play.
Rap Poetry
By Parashar Bose
Rappd-tapped
knocked on
every door
within reach or
within sight
\Most
locked from within
some on my face
\Now my style
shout out loud
in full throat
to bring them out
even may try
the primitive dance
to make them go
only after they know.
Soliloquy Of A Wounded Soldier
By Parashar Bose
Don`t invite me, any more
to any festivity of life
I am dead-tired ; breathing jerky
like gasping wounded soul
(both outside and within)
\Why ask me -now
Where does my happiness lie?
Lived, seen, experienced so much !
the war ,the death,dying love
living death and aftermath
Now, too tired of all sorts of war
in evry field
Leaeve it, as it is the raw bleeding wound
the dried crust of blood
Wipe them not. as all situations are now the same
all dreams or hope meanningless !
In lighter vein
By Parashar Bose
`The die is cast and all is over`
Who said it! (I know and won`t tell)
\with a few pegs poured within
I feel so sober and
my neurons take over the shift
with all my `headeches` gone!
\To feel good is my gospel now
To do, as it pleases me
without hurting a soul
is my religion,dear.
All measured values are
in the field of Relativity
(game within games).
\A vice-president shooting his friend
missing a bird can be a`sport`
(but what right he had to kill a bird)
Final show is wit of `word-play` trick
or cheat and try to retreat.
Stem -Cell Research & The Veto
By Parashar Bose
FOrgive them Oh Lord
they do not know, what they are doing`
or, forgive him Oh Lord,as he does not know
what he is doing with his Veto!
Not even he knows -the thing he says about
a subject outside reach.
Collective ignorance is a fine tool
for leaders this days, while
mwdia is a reflecting mirror
to help either side
\Similar blind faith
burnt bruno, harassed Copernicus
tortured and imprisoned Galileo
un-informed people can be easily swayed
\What is truth,-shall shine in the end
inspite of ignorance playing its part.
ADVICE TO ALL NRIs
By Parashar Bose
`Eureka! Eureka!`
RESERVATION? the solution found!
`27%` Reservation I support; not only for
higher Education or IIMs but
also for Ministerial,PM and DPM jobs
Why not reservation for `padmasree` and
for Bharat-Ratnas! too!
\Every one should have a chance
by rotaion, reservation or
if we agree,- by lucky draw, sometime
Why not opportunity for every one
I am for this reservation
If you are not
you are an enemy to Democracy
depriving the unlucky ones from
equal chance.What a grat Discovery!
\All NRIs, come out, sons and give me a hand
Revolutionise this great thought of mine.
Grand Revelation
By Parashar Bose
Hearie, Hearie, oh you all ( even Amerikans)
If you have ear to hear:
All Great religions were gift from Asia
And Jesus was a Jew (no confusion here)
In post-Axial Civilisation
Judo-christian-Islam had single source.
The Revelation also tell us of
Seven pillars in Asia (where was other continents then!)
There is an Indian Ocean & none in any others name!
Europe had its, Dark Age even yest er...
Columbus to reach India, found Red-Indians where...and why
And tomorrow, may belong to yellow race for
That is, as it seems today.
Hard Poetry (
By Parashar Bose
The World is on fire
fury of higher Nature un-leashed
the powerful nations are `Shylocks` smart
eager to have their pound
it matters not by what means
\Scatterd deads`-the pawns of warring game
Hayenas and vultures are breathing joy
this century may be the last act on Earth
Missiles,Atom-bombs will play `Fire works`
\Why worry so much about your children`s fate
Collective Grave will assure all
a grand finale of nuclear death
and prove the supremacy of `Homo-Sapiens`
\Man will unite again in Funeral fest
Those who have eyes may read and -rest.
Brute Force Makes You A Brute
By Parashar Bose
Once,while, at His feet
my Guru told: - behold my child
brute force wil make you a brute
with three arms (or say 3 branches
in terms of politics)
will make you a champion brute.
You wll have big `capital to spend`
and you will spend, become a Bankrupt
or may even make you corrupt.
\That is the nature of all Ruling games
With the start, being famous,may become
infamous and that`s called fate
Like the Oedepus-complex,-you don`t know
how you end up or where you go
or throw your own friends and people !
\I asked my Guru -what should I ask
and what He advised is ;- Quo Vadis ?
Right to vote & Right to Re-call
By Parashar Bose
When I have the right to vote
should have,also, the right to `re-call`
The mistake committed should also have
a provision to rectify
\The elected member whoever is
should have no right to continue
if in aftermath, he is found to be
a corrupt/criminal (or say,a rotten egg)
\The Fridge was devised for keeping food
not for $90,000/= to cool
and if some Hanis Faster is frightened or
furious,- search,also, his `fridge`
\I shall, in future, only vote
if, have the right to register a `re-call`
to pick up and throw such rotten egg
as corrupt politicians are no `patriots`.
Casino-world : Hollywood succeeds more than `Da vinci`
By Parashar Bose
Make a scandal; be famous overnight
uphold a controversy,publicise for profit
true or false?-a scandal is a comodity
\In india Budha,Krishna and Charvak too
had equal right to preach without
marketting advantage
Indians are genetically spiritual and
accepts what is only worth.
Modern hollywood days : a Film has
more value than the author and an Actor
more worth than Jesus had
Want to profit in commerce?
Make a scandal and boldly advertise
more the uproar, more your chance.
To me I care not if jesus was married
or some `gay`
To me what jesus said and did is my coin.
\All mythologies,i think,is turbid water.
DECLARATION OF lOVE (American way)
By Parashar Bose
What is tnis! so unacceptable for us
Other Nations don`t love us; but why!
Still the only super Power
we shall have to deal, one by one
and teach them, how to love or, at least, like
even if, have to `veto` in UNO-site
\just give us some more time (we mean years)
until we finish this Iraq -war
while Iran , korea have to wait their time.
Sut minimum condition, `others` must love us
whatever it costs [to us, or to them].
Hard drink
By Parashar Bose
`they will find , they mis-read George Bush`
said, the second from the Top
But, they may also find:
out of two` Tops`, directing War
One did not khow - how to aim ,-in bird-shooting
instead, he hurt his own friend,
(the lucky bird flew away free)
The other top-most never did fight
on War-field !
With that records - if true
where to put our! trust !
PEACE, in the meat shop
By Parashar Bose
`Peace` in plenty, in the meat shop
I can`t help, admiring you my friend
so cleverly you have established `PEACE`
in divided forms, packed and stored
All pain, strain and turmoil we suffeer from
if, could be attended to, as you do
and keep them in storage cold
without one, to raise a voice or try to protest in your land
Peace returns so peaceful, lying dead
as if, restng in bed!
I admire, so much,your keeping all meat.
Quiet and in so much peace!
I really do sometimes try but
I can not! I can not! and I can not!
LAW_MAKERS` Recreation Club
By Parashar Bose
Who says,the Nation is in Crisis
(who dares?) and we are playing `flute`
Don`t we need to provide,to people,
some respite!
Is there,really, so much crisis
\Let`s have some fun(call it comic-relief
like in `Greek Tragedy`) and
in our `LAW MAKERS` CLUB`
We have been winning the same war
for so many years ,now
so let us relax or forget
\We will talk about (say) Mongolia
why not about Thailand too
or why not thank the Wine-makers!
\Or for a change, let us talk about Weather
you never know `Katrina` may again
wash out our votes!
U . N . O - Impotency
By Parashar Bose
Hearie, Hearie, Hearie
Israel-Lebanon Crisis en-gulfing the Globe
and Uno is helpless suffering from
impotency agravated, - as because
one party is terrorist and consitution
permits not to negotiate if one of two
is terrorist or not a member-state.
\Let you wait and pray
UNO will participate when fire dies down
yes, hundreds die or thousands fly
but must have patience, - until UNO can
find out a way to negotiate peace.
may take weeks or months and that`s the way.
\The UNO is u.n.a-; power-less stuff
Viagra ! Viagra ! - do you hear !
Scape - Goat
By Parashar Bose
Get some one, quick
to stand on the Gallow
and save my `national face`
\I promised `Sharlock` his post
though, Katrina is after us
like a ghost
while a few years more, ahead, for me
\Some Mike Frown did a `heck of a job`
I said openly!(should not have)
Now, let him take some heat
and without Sharlock, I am lost
\Let some one save my face
find out a `scape-goat`
or a lamb be sacrificed
be it say Mike Frown.
I Dance Naked
By Parashar Bose
`Forgive them`!-`they` even deceive the Divine
in temples,churches, mosques
Deceiving people is easy job
the hunting game for Hyenas/sharks
prowling Wall Street or corporate field
protected by political business skill
\The Exploited `poor gods!
are ideal target of theologic clubs
They even assure the suffering mass
with `certified redemption`
against graded donation (as `fund-
collecting dinner`by political Lords)
\Poor gods! so helpless you are
having no `microphone` to protest loud
Temples churches mosque,the places for
crucification for `christs` of to day.
\Deceiving gods are ever - cleverst game!
Final War For Theoretical Peace
By Parashar Bose
For to morrow`s peace
to-day`s final war
a few dozen children -dead
a few hundred widows more
burnt down homes or collapsed bridges
more missiles or bombs from sky
this is better agreement for
to morrow`s peace!
Peace will be distributed soon
like wrapped up meat
from Path Mark shopping-complex
\It must be a better deal
only few more hours left
let us destroy each other or kill
a few dozens more of future neighbours
only a few hours left
make the final kill
for the assured `Theoretical Peace`
hours ahead.
Adressing All Americans- ((3rd party now)
By Parashar Bose
This is urgent message
we need a third party -NOW
not to put in power -stat
but for effective check on
other parties,- smelling `rot`
\White ,brown or black
leberal/conservative; Demo or Repub.
a few members - worse than Corporate sharks
will do any thing for money or `bribe`
be it `Indian settlement or social crime
even FREEZERS are temptations for a few
for hiding,perhaps,`bribe`.
\A National crisis - now
call the 911 or`other ones` to send
a Third party of any name but not of corrupts
\American people held hostage now
by ruling ones.
Ethics (political) Vs Opinion poll
By Parashar Bose
Without my masked face and painted smile
its so hard to serve people
and also difficult to
serve `my.self`
Yet, have to keep an ever smart eye
on the `Opinion-Poll`, for balancing act
Being pragmatic and clever is
the `Survival-Game` of modern time.
I must keep a watch around and learn
to turn or twist, even swing sometimes
or master some plastic mould
and, even, re-shape my inside soul.
Omen
By Parashar Bose
Good or bad, I do not know
nor ever born with that sixth sense`
neither know saints`s Divine `vision`
nor had a `Crystal Ball` yet
Yet this venture seems on reverse-gear
or speeding to a fall
from the hill-top-climb
\Is it then the Leader`s fault!
with, Nation sliding down to peril
or Captain sailing with broken mast
someone will point out I`m hoping still
\An `Omen` it seems, from higher sphere
deciding out-come and this Nations fate
the frowning look of enemy-time
for right answer, how long to wait!
It is but fate ( a political quip)
By Parashar Bose
He fought like a lion
and won three `purple hearts
returned and then
denounced the brutality of unjust wars.
\But his previleged friends
enjoying in White-washed-Home
declared him un-patriotic
even with their `AWL`
\Thus is the fate of a hero
who fights so well in war
and so boldly for `Global` Peace.
\Even some `deserters` have better luck
being on the Lime-light show
while real heroes must accept sometimes
their un-deserved fate.
America Overcomes
By Parashar Bose
America overcomes
and Democracy wins
despite the events in Abu Ghraib cell
and inspite of other hurting failures all.
\The Statue of Liberty is
luminous as before
sustaining and assuring the World.
\And -anyone of you
(if thou don`t believe)
just come to experience -when
the open session of the Senate
proves its Democratic way
on five/seven/zero four
challenging the `other worlds`
to prove in similar way
their faith,belief or ethnic play.
` Dead Or Alive`
By Parashar Bose
Mr. head of a huge Nation
you failed to keep your promise repeated times
`Dead or alive, we shall - find you`- you declared
Even now`, smiling smart, he lives in your Friend's land
as the most respected and feared guest .
Supreme commander must keep his promise
or quit (with 30% support)
\Did you ever read, sir
Cervantes` - Don Quixote
you remind me so much of his vision
`Wind Mill Device or WMD
As you did not keep your promise
what should, now, be your duty?
-To leave or not to leave
`that is the question !`
But, Founders never told in good detail
about the condition of saving the post
(With 30 percent popularity alone)
the Constitution should be amended and
advise you, -`QUIT ! Sir.`
The ETHICS OF WAR
By Parashar Bose
The ethics of war, all thrown down drain
killing children and women in masculine war
now your sport
Hiding behind children and women or old
or taking shelter in hospitals is
worse than murder crime.
When hatred becomes the Mastermind
mass killing a sport
should know that thy human form
has reverted back to a stage
lower than animal type
Quo vadis! Oh the Divine`s hope
are you back to your quadruped form
even they have their standard code
wickedness is your secret code!
Evolution may take a reverse turn
Quo vadis man, still time to return.
Rap
By Parashar Bose
All criminals
thieves,smuglers
why in jail
come out and
dance naked.
More criminals
now living free
some in politics
or in Wall-street
`born free & living free`
Their story- another`Da Vinci code`
don`t know who is hiding what
any one serving?-whom(you or self)
Who said -`one can smile and smile
and be a villain` and what
would you say of some
whose smile and
profession is
like prostitution.
USA Boundsaries (for children book)
By Parashar Bose
USA is huge country ,-right!
Looks like camel sitting tight
Doble-sized East-West than North & south
Columbus never knew where India was
(did not know Geography/History much
Indians are not `Red` but all colors)
\Now the boundaries and let us learn:
The North is the Cold-zone for Canadians
on the west `Alkatra`-sheltering criminals
lower down the Hollywood-sexy shore
\Onthe East the Wall-street sharks
and Capitol-hill for self serving leaders
On the SOuth is Mexico, the danger zone
and also, where some fox is the lord.
\So dear children we have learnt a lot
let us hope we are now well informed.
Time to Ammend CONSTITUTION(political satire)
By Parashar Bose
Danger shall always pry on US
when all the three `branbches` are
the istruments of one party and
the CEH(the head) falters or fails
If `lame duck` period lingers for years
let us pray to Lord for respite,dear
\Patriotism and politics -different terms
most serve themselves and a party
very few for the Nation or country
Politics is a fashion or a profession
let us admit, dear.
\When useless team is on the field
and the captain even worse
what victory can one dream
than just crying in my verse.
\So, friends,let us find a Casino
and try another luck
Th
Final Report ( a political quip )
By Parashar Bose
A bad carpenter
may curse his tools.
A mediocre dancer
often blames the floor.
\Finally
for an inept leadership
it is smart
to find fault with intelligence.
\While
the police dog
is ever so smart
and smells it right!
WAR-MONGERS & Starving World
By Parashar Bose
The wealth spent,each year, on
production of bombs and amunitions
by all Nations, can feed the hungry World
(it`s said)
\The tragedy is, the negetive consciousness
of all War-Mongers do not care for
the tragedies the present world and
atmosphere suuffer from, to-wards `Doom `!
\The World is more divided now
than anytime before!
Dooms-day is the ultimate prognosis
of the `sick civilisation` unless
better sense prevail.
The naked truth & blunt advice (for a President)
By Parashar Bose
You failed to secure the border
even after 9/11 - true?
Smuglers and Aliens coming and
dancing free; even challenging law.
(I think) you have lost the right to lead.
\A true leader has to see the events
decades in advance - am i wrong?
Admitted -every one is not Abe Lincohn.
\In two decades they wiil be `majority`
by geometric law of growth and size.
\That`s OK if the rules are honoured
(I am too a recent immigrant,-registered.)
\But to barter law for political gain !
when the terorists and smuglers rule the day!
\Sir, it is time to seek voters `nod`.
Genetic defects in politicians (political Satire)
By Parashar Bose
It may be my own fault that
I find DNA deffects in `Capitol hill`
Some times, I think, I hate politicians
more than Wall-street criminals
or even notorious corporate-sharks
\Some Holly-wood villains look like saints
in contrast to our serving `Congress-lords`
Even isurgents do not hide their plan
as do some `Jeffersons or hasters` here
wearing masks.
\Kenleys looks some gentler face
in cantrast to these sham politicians.
God, help me from these hypocrete lords!
It was the best time; it was the worst (Satire)
By Parashar Bose
Once upon a time (on another planet)
there were two Amerikas
One called Democratikoss ; the other
republikos and the president of either land
removed the judicial-guards
to let one`s own choice prevail
to suit `democracy` of either land.
It is not ` the tale of two cities`
but the politics of `two landers`
For,it was the age of `politiking` and not
the ideal of patriotism for
these two words were poles apart.
Folk Song
By Parashar Bose
Shall meet my people
Shall talk about Democracy
Shall talk about freedom
(Chorus : with an eye for the Election )
Shall debate in the house
Shall talk about immigration
And about the border
(Chorus : with an eye for the Election )
Shall serve my people
Shall visit the flood-victims
Shall smile to the crowd
(Chorus : with an eye for the Election )
Shall meet the children
Shall visit the sick
Shall condole at funerals
(Chorus : with an eye for the Election )
Will talk about our security
Will discuss unemployment
Will talk about Jobs
(Chorus : with an eye for the Election ).
The FUTURE SHOCK
By Parashar Bose
Israel has
no right to Exist
they said!
Does it not also mean that
Einstein had no right
to be born
and what you say!
\Where should I go
and plead or appeal
Shall the World has to be
re-shaped again
with no Einstein
or his space-time
or no Light & speed
or with Light
but no speed!
Excuse me, I`m confused.
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