Everything perishes and everything is born
Nothing is lost in the wilderness for good
A man is born to die and is born in another guise
Nothing is disguised to pretend anything
Like a boat upturned on the coast line
It remains same as ever.
Ancient joy and hope never die
All are preoccupied in our brave soil
Everything comes alive in beauty and bites
The beauty we see in the uppermost sky
The beauty we cherish in our deep soil never die.

The goal of immortality is not what we ask for
The goal remains in our whispers
The immortality of the flame will not vanish
We talk in soliloquy in our dreams
Our dreams will never die as we walk along
We will remain secluded in our dream
We will never die, we will be born in another dream.

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Paint your dream in anything you like
Some day it will turn violent and gray
Some day you will forget to learn things
Whatever you have learnt you will forget.

I will stand by you when you need my song
I will only sing for you and you will oblige
And then all will vanish into the blue.

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Like a thin line of marching clouds
Letters follow letters in a leafy image of procession
Images of silence drop dead in torrential rains
The images that break open my heart of lengthening silence
I wake up in a labyrinth of melting shadows
I hear the sounds of the depth of night
I see lesser moments of dancing time
Knocking at my closer circle of whispering senses
A white swan resounds the voice of angelic words
Words resembling words in withering images
The images that trickle in millions of colours
Blooming and blushing in rumbling silences
Fears and cheers paint a silver lining on a coastal voyage
As if to bleed my heart in ecstatic pains
And I writhe with the baby's first cry into the twilight delight
And a poem is born in words and images out of all seasons.

A poem is born out of suchness of all seasons
A poem is born when hunger stokes fire out of all reasons
A poem is born when my unwept pains speak so cryingly
When love says love to love one and all so endearingly
A poem is born when my silence whispers something to tear apart
As if million muffled voices will roar into a laughter for a start
A poem is born when cry of unborn pleasures resound
When shocks of anguished pains rebound all around
A poem is born out of the prophetic voices from the yonder
When sighs of the shackles all at once burst asunder.

And sighs of the shackles will die down
When letters of love and equality will resemble a word
And the words will paint the whole sky in million colours
A silver lining will blze the trail of unbound darkness
A poem will be born out of all the bones and skins of me
And I will write a symphony of love, O My Beloved.

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Some people always boast of powerful countries. They do not care to think of the implication of powerful countries. America and its allies are powerful countries. There is no denying of the fact. Yes, they are more powerful than the other countries. They are powerful not only in terms of accumulation of gross wealth but also by virtue of their enormous pile-up of destructive arms and ammunition in their possession. On the one hand, with their economic power they can sell and purchase the poorer countries many times more and on the other, with their military power of superiority they keep those countries at bay by creating a war psychosis among them. This is the political hegemony perpetrated by those so-called powerful countries.

The concept of powerful country is actually derogatory to the ordinary people's conscience and sentiment. Why a country or some countries will be more powerful than the rest of the world? When someone is rich or some country is rich, it can be said for sure that that particular man or that particular country has sucked the blood of the poorer people. Without depriving others nobody could be rich, without taking away the sovereignty of other countries no country could be more powerful than the others.

Only economic power conjoined with muscle power, not moral or ideological power, makes someone or something more powerful. When a country is economically powerful, it paves the way for its being politically powerful. And that political power enhances the power of the barrel of the gun. And the power of the barrel of the gun always aims at those who are economically poor. But first of all we should remember that economical power grows out of depriving. The deprived ones are always less powerful. The powerful countries always rob the other countries of their political and economic sovereignty by imposing their all-powerful political hegemony.

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The breathless night lengthens long
Over the whispering shadows of moments in eternity
Howling darkness discovering the high moon
Half-shy as ever as you are in hiding veils in your nautical zone
Ghostly sea-surfing faces seeking refuge in long interlude
Nobody knowing who they are huffing and puffing
In the shade of the fluffy valley as green as the lying cross-roads
Lazying through the heart of the soul's impeaching dialogue
Blackening the silk lining metaphor resembling your untrodden sojourn
Into the grimy chaos of two silhouette faces facing each other
Like two caterpillar’s eyes seeing eyes in viscous language
The speculam of the brave sky is wide open to the closing eyes
Into the pristine chaos of the beginning of Adam flirting Eve
Beyond the miasmic splendour of the forbidden fruit in the blind alley
That blindly dances at your antipodal feet in gems of jealousy
Sensing the footsteps of your blazing trail at the breathless night
I know for sure it is one and only you in trickling moments
Who can build the console of my walls of falling mountains
At the sacred passage-way of divine window breaking open into twilight
Yet the demonic night reveals nothing more than your antithetic hysteria
And you and I got closer and closer together all alone in frigid silence
Shuffling our body and soul like raging bulls in perfect symphony
Lying on the spreadsheet of blue firmament in compromising positions.

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Give me death
I will give you thirst for life
Give me all the deaths you have
I will pay you in divergences of life.

Life can enhance you but death enhances me to the height of divinity
And death diminishes you but life diminishes me to nothingness
And I am reduced to the ugly worms of the world in life of death.

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