Reality and perception

Drenched willow idleness
Blessed with ken less strand
Ever times on ivory stage
Is exactly a sad freedom
Fallacious happiness ;a boredom
Cactus desolate heart
Swallow pursed up remote
Every time as curled sprawling sun
Is exactly a sad captive
A prison
They are singing a song
Without a rhythm
East is east ;west remains west
Bridging the gulf not beyond our reach
And I guessMob are listening
Splashes of black, blue and yellow Jumbled an abstract symphony
But may be someday
Someone shall reveal
The desert legacy
The essential passions of the heart
Which is yet to be written
Which is yet to be sung
With rhythm ,melody and perfect harmony .

Change

Withered sky broadens his arms
For the fossils gathering
Together thousands of blood ran black
Paving the wayFresh and alive
Redefining the legacy of faith upon change
Shuffling with new times
Up above the cold Everest
Beneath the darkened black blanket
Gleams that reflects from the pale faces
Our mother’s wrinkled cheeks makes a Perfect triangle
Vague all our tears of soul
Are taking a shape …
While he shouts out loud His first cry
Resonance coming from far-far away
Someone burning the pyre of his own son
Buzzing a rhyme of a beautiful song
Against the gloom of hazy yesterday
A young widowSmears the coffin of her husband
Embracing her memories
Cast a glance at a new born
She whispers softly ,infinitely
A baby sun rises
A baby sun rises

Declaration

Write down
My name is Abdullah
Write down
My name is Shanker Deb
Write down
My name is Ruth Black
Whatever you like to call
Write down
I am from nowhere
Though travel across the edges of your thoughts
Think something;
No any boundaries can confound my soul
No any history can entrap me
Yes,I do exists in all forms
Single undivided human
Write down
I cut my flesh
Sell it in a market
To feed my little child
With a loaf of a bread
My flesh is salty
My flesh is tasty
They love the feast of my flesh
It is cheap though
A hungry hawk clash their beaks
Write down
My mother is a whore
My wife is a whore
For they think they can touch
They can suck
They can sleep with them every night
Smell of their semen
Smell of their urine
Agonized tears of my mother
Oozing vagina blood of my wife
They leave behind
They call it a divine gift for me
I am paralyzed at my heart
I am paralyzed at my soul
My son doubts
Whether I do have testicles ?
Write down
Unlike those cowards
I am armed in my soul
My guns trigger are stretched back
I am the one who fires the bullet
Against the empire of enslaved wishes
Against the gloom of atrocious season
Yes, I am a rebel
I won’t spare a single of them
I will tear their throat apart
Then make them taste their own blood
Whether its sweet ,salty , bitter
And tell them there is a promise
I won’t make their mother naked
I won’t rape their wives
I won’t let their child smell semen of mine
But, I will not spare them
Who made my young gun mad
Write down
I am a rebel
But don’t you ever dare to write
I am a terrorist
I shout loud at this line
Write down
I am a rebel
Beware of my deranged insanity
Beware of my half starved stomach
Beware of my thirst
I will eat you up
I will not spare a single of them.