Who are they -
Who dare to come in my dreams???
My dream is my most intimate place...
Not only mine, but everyone's.
Why they interfere again and again
In my internal matters....???
Not only in dreams...
Even they interfere in every decisions of my life,
And decides-
How should I wear...
What should I study...
How should I behave...
How should I live...
How should I talk, laugh, walk and write...
I just want to ask them all
"How dare you
To interfere in my internal matter? "

(This poem is written on 5th February 2021. Similarity with recent political situation is purely coincidence(!). But the readers are free to decide... assume.... preassume.... relate.... correlate.... imagine... This poem is on how easily people interfere in almost all activities of someone's life but when their turn comes, they tag it as "internal matter".)

I am a burning sun,
Burning like fire -
With red blood flame
Seeing the hypocracy of the sky.
It pretends to be mine
But the truth is far far away....
I learned it later -
While trying to serve earth.
He is the boss
having cloud, air, rain all with him
attacking again and again...
And at last -
When I wanted to see his face,
Face of that bloody destructor....
He put a mask of cloud in his face.
I hate that hidden bulbous eyes....
I hate that conspiracy....
I hate that mask.....

(This poem is written on 6th January 2021, 2.00a.m. Any political relevance is coincidental (!).

It's not my mistake
but still I feel a ashamed
as being part of it.
I feel ashamed for my
all those friends,
who loves to hate
but hate to love.
I feel ashamed for my
All those family members,
Who justify the murder of
Fellow citizens
And try to make other believe;
They are saving the humanity.
I feel ashamed for my
All those young friends,
Who never read a book
Not even once
But behave like the one
Who knows everything.
I feel ashamed for my
All those colleagues,
Who have lost
All humanity -
Even sympathy.
But expect the society
To accept them,
As spiritual leader.
I feel ashamed for my
All those friend of friends,
Who are busy
Praising and participating
In the event
Happening now a days
In regular intervals,
But hate to allow
The actual hero
Inside their house.
I feel ashamed for my
All those known person,
Who have started loving to live a dual life,
Who have lost all the human attitude,
Who have started believing more
In the theory of religion
Leaving practical humanity behind.

Those who stands quietly
While I get tortured
By the egoistic,
Self-obsessed being...
By the so called moral people,
By the so called great institutions,
Will be the next one
To be in my place...
I pray and request unseen
To not let them be
In my place,
So what…
If they didn't stand for me.
I am capable enough
To tolerate,
To live and to die happily
Instead of difficulties.

I called you
Thousand times...
Still 'm calling you every moment-
Since you left me...
For last one month.
But why aren't you
Responding me Maa?
I need you, I need you,
I need you to solace me,
To nestle and nurture me,
To give me your
Delicate warm embrace...
Don't you know…
How days are getting more darker
For me,
And the darker nights are
Getting darkest....????
Should I call you
Little loudly like I call always
"Maa.... Maa.... Maa... "
Or should I shout and cry
To compel you to meet me...
Should I spent sleepless night
To feel your touch...
Or should I sleep and wait for you
To come into my dream....
Tell me naMaa
I can do anything....
"I said Anything means any things"
But please
Fot God's sake
Let me spent some time with you;
Let me talk to you. ..
Sit with you...
Sing with you...
At least let me cry with you...
Or let me take revenge
For all the injustice, inhumanity, negligence
Done to you....
Will you talk to me thenMaa..
Will you talk to me -
If I give justice to you...???
Yes Maa,
I can take revenge from all those
Who make you suffer....
That bastard lady colleague of you,
That greedy tution master,
Those two black and white monster friend
Of your husband,
That coward showbazz farmhouse guy,
Those selfish, inhumane
Cloth, glass, camera, art,
photography and medicine dalals,
Who were your students once.
After you left me
I started hating Gods...
But I wish if I could become God
for once and all...
I will choose one by one
To punish....
And will let the world see
What greedy people deserves
And how...

I can't ask God
To give me back the love
You gave me...
I asked him once
With all sincerity -
To let you come to me once
At least for some months...
Some weeks...
Some days....
Or some hours...
But he never responded me...
So Maa!
I am asking you
To embrace me,
And shower your love once more
And for ever...

I never loved Saree.
But everything changed....
Now the smell of your saree
Is giving me
The feel your presence....
It seems like -
You are around
With all your love, warmth
Affectionate touch...
When people say,
I look like you in saree
I feel a part of you are still in me.
And I wish -
To keep it,
And to be with it
For now and for ever...

Oh MAA!
Give me the moment back
I spent with you,
Be with me for the moment
I need you.
Save me from the
Same hypocrite people
You were surrounded by once...
You know na...
I don't have anyone
In this world
Without you…