THE WITNESS
I am the Peepul tree
For decades I have provided shelter to people in rain or shine
I am the witness of dynamics of the society
Seen people from being a child to getting crippled by age
I am the witness from growth to death
Witness to beautiful morphing to decay
I am the witness of seeing man transmuting from being human to inhuman
I am the witness of the ghastly night
The night when an innocent village woman who has been chased by political goons
I am the witness of a morbid death and murder of the innocence
She lay thick in blood; her skin clawed by the human predators
She cried but none would respond out of fear
I decide to be the adjudicator
With my power
I call upon a storm that no one has seen before
In the morning all came to see the drama
My branches reacted to fell six rapists dead on the spot
Only the woman lay cleansed of blood and abrasions on flesh gone
Her vaginal blood sucked clean by me rendering her pure again
Who are these people who have forgotten to protest
Who have I been protecting all these decades
Humans or Cowards!!
I stand broken, as the witness of such ghastly murder with
shame
INVASION
The wind swaying the daffodils suddenly changes to high scale
The blue firmament becomes a sheet of dark smoke and clouds
Flaunting an evil face and hungry look
Everywhere in the world the picture is the same
People could feel something ominous snowballing around us.
The globe turns into a whirling pot
Anything wrong?
That is the only question uppermost in every heart
Some rushed to switch on TV, some their smart phones, some iphones and some ipads
Everywhere runs the same picture.
The gargantuan body of Covid 19, people discover!!
The impact is macabre and horrendous;
People start dropping as trees fall in storm, the bodies convulsed as if possessed by an unknown spirit and bad omen
Dead bodies and dead bodies fill the streets, houses, hospitals and markets;
Doctors are poggled and nervy; what disease is this, doctors ask!!!
It has no cure, WHO declare.
It is a deadly virus that destroys all the organs and spark off fibrosis,
It is something that lies outside medical science’s scope; havoc of deaths cover the earth
Whole world goes under lockdown
And graves fall short of burial ground as 61 crores lives go out of light.
Scenario develops mental phobia, suicide and dementia.
As COVID 19 stands with its bloodshot eyes
and declares, the death game is not yet over saying, “I am here to Kill”.
Vaccine, boosters. medicines fail to impede rush of death!!!
Comes the First wave, second wave, third wave now fourth one and no one knows where lies the end.
Fair is foul
And foul is fair
Hover through the fog and
Filthy air.
A BURNING CITY
Be a traveler if not across geography then at least through thoughts
One could visualize the state of the art condition of the city
The city is burning from all corners
Gangubai and her family torched live by the mercenary killers
You can smell the scalded and the charred foul stink of their flesh
Where is the law
It is missing
Police purchased by local parties
They sell their oath of saving people to killing instead
What city is this
Unknown, decrepit
Everyday five murders take place
One gang rape and students marauded and killed as if they are criminals on street
There is scuffle every single day between the hooligans and supporters of various political parties
Nothing happens to them
Except the ordinary getting killed amidst the din of carnage
What has gone wrong with the city of Tagore, Satyajit Ray and Amartya Sen
Where time lapse once used to keep its inhabitants rooted to the soil and moral values
The people living in skyscrapers alongside the shanty co-existed in peace
When it comes to guilt, each one pointing their fingers to the other
Nobody willing to take the blame
And the head of the city and the state sitting with a calm face in air conditioned room
As the city of joy goes up in flames.
WASTELAND ONCE MORE
Deserted land, trees standing bare charred and shorn off leaves
Bodies, human flesh scattered hit by shells lie everywhere
Relaying picture of history itself
First world war, second world war and now third?
Invoking wasteland once again
No life, no sound of human voice except the utter silence of fear and fright
It is Ukraine this time; war raged by warmonger Putin, Russia for no reason
Had Chernobyle captured, what more is the need to keep bombing the city with missiles
And bringing down skyscrapers, houses of common people into a heap of debris
Small country, peaceful people, salubrious clime suddenly hit by war
Old people scarred to death, faces of children smeared with blood from wounds
Why war? Whose fault? Reason unknown
Russia is still continuing its Hitlerian anarchy despite all the Superpowers’ veto
DYSTOPIC SEX
A small square room
A nameless man and a woman
Meet every day for wild sex
Deformed organs
Clash one other
in frenzied rhythm, gorging each other
biting, licking
organs spewing blood
each day the same story
leaves each other once over as strangers
ten months later
the woman gives birth
to a baby with white iris
Marks the beginning of a dystopic generation
giving birth to cannibalism, violence, death
man feeding on the flesh of man
A world caught in time of turmoil smacking of primal instinct of man
A generation of crippled and beastly humans, the new inhabitants of earth
A world caught in a dystopic climate
Dumpster Fire Press 