news from paradise

A fine morning, red sun is warm,
I open my newspaper-
News from paradise:
Work has ceased to force people
Cut off their lives in order that they live;
Labour has taken shape
Of a creative play with boundless multitudes;
Love has replaced hatered,
Cooperation has overthrown competition,
Faith has supplemented scepticism,
Poetry flows in place of fake slogans,
There are no more slogans- they are not needed
For no more dreams are curtailed by blades of oppression,
Reality is blossoming and blooming like a red rose,
Rose odour has replaced the smell of gunpowder,
Tranquility and peace everywhere-
Borders between countries and hearts have disappeared,
The world is flooded with lovers everywhere
Enjoying the warmth of the red sun that has risen
After a very long cold night
Temples, mosques and churches are empty, dusty-
No one needs their consolations anymore,
Reality itself is consoling.
The world has a heart that beats,
Like beats of a drum.......
Beats loudly, louder and louder-
Oh! It's my heart,
My eyes open with a jolt
To find myself in a cold moonless night.
What a dream was it,
And what a nightmare will tomorrows' day be,
The prickly scorching sun,
Slaves, hatred, scepticism,
Competition, breaking dreams and fake slogans,
Deep borders between hearts and the smell of gunpowder,
A heartless world with oppressed creatures
Rushing to temples, mosques and churches.
I have come to my senses-
The revolution is yet to be,
That the dream newspaper, in reality, reaches me.

I wish I could talk

Some months ago,
In a hazy, misty, moonless night,
On my unending perilous journey,
I lay couched with cold,
Smoking in my van,
My tyres changing.

Didn't like where I came from,
Knew wouldn't like where I was heading to,
Still, eagerly awaiting my van to start.

You came like morning's sun,
Bright, red, rejuvenating-
The night fled, mist vapoured,
The warmth grew and grew and grew
Until it was noon.
I was liking where I was,
For you shed light on a beautiful world,
A world full of colours, flowers and scent,
And I was in love.

Reality had to daunt though,
It was, then, an evening filled with nostalgia,
And then night again- it's Valentine's tonight,
My van's ready to start-
I wish I could talk
To you and only you sun-
'Will you ever return?
Will you be with me,
That the world around me
Continues to be colourful with your dazzle?'

love, again

Somewhere in the midst of darkness,
Above the clouds,
Beyond the moon and stars,
I was born.

I was dragged with a jolt,
Fell into the brightness and warmth of the sun,
Loved it,
Still falling, but,
I lost my first love.

Into the clouds I fell then,
Where there were fairies,
Loved them,
Still falling, but,
I lost love, again.

Into the seas I fell then,
The treasures in it, I discovered,
And O! This was my first love.
Eyes wide open,
But blinded by love,
One thing I failed to realize-
I was still falling!

This time into the mouth of a volcano,
Ever erupting hot lava,
I see it, but I know,
I shall be in love, again.