Losers

“What do the tired eyes see?”

A doomed dream,

A displaced heaven.

 

“What is it that crushes the frightened heart?”

Outside and inside-

Humans that have become enemies.

 

“Who would call the frustrated creatures?”

Misfortune, distress

Crazy hearts and untimely death!

 

The Vow

 

After running the ploughs

Through the fields

Producing gold from the earth

To make the world a welfare state

The farmers who work tirelessly

Sacrificing their strength

Sweat sacred and real

Can anyone put a price tag on it?

 

Tight, taut, veins

Vigorous arms

Dreaming of causing diamond rains

To increase the wealth of the world

The workers in the mines, jungles

And factories

Working

Dreaming

Like slaves to a rich lord

Polishing the jaws of the giant machines

With blazing burning drowning eyes

Tragic tears streaming down the cheeks

No trader can put a price on those tears!

 

Some despite innocence get trapped

Behind the bars due to misfortune

 Some get crushed under the iron feet

Of metal demons, breathing their last breath!

Some resort to strikes as their empty stomachs

And their labours do not fetch food,

Some look for wells and pits

Their hard work in vain, life in despair

Many more, unfortunate ones

Orphans,

Restless ones

With long wails, extreme distress

Raise the banner of revolution!

Therefore, all the injustices of the world-

Burning hunger, crushing sorrow

Depravity, exploitation

To resolve them all, to banish them all

Carving new paths

Writing new songs

The new poetry that moves me

For the welfare of working masses

For the wealth of the labor world

In dedication

In consecration

In the three worlds

In the three time spans

To tell the working majority

Hard labourers

This incantatory truth

That nothing can match

The beauty of manual labor.

I will play the golden instruments

The real lives of the tragic many

I will trumpet the life music

Of the future Vedas

To the whole world!

 

Goldsmith’s furnace

Fisherman’s net

Weavers loom

All the instruments

That suggest work

Axe, saw, sickle, plough

The symbols of one thousand vocations

Will be

The meaning,

The wealth,

The life,

And the spiritual bugle

For my the new song, the new path

I shall write

Pledge

And create!

Auan!

 

If I fly sky high

Throwing sparks of fire,

Wonderstruck,

They!

 

If I crash down

Bleeding profusely

Mercilessly

The self same they!

Adwaitam Non Duality

If happiness is a canyon

And affection the sky,

We will see the peaks of happiness!

We will go to the depths of affection!

 

In the music of your bracelet,

In the nirvana of my life

The rollicking swings in your heat!

The raging fires in my heart

The blossoming buds of your thought!

The blazing sword of my love!

 

We will pour life into death!

We will put a ladder to heaven!

 

You are the queen of smiles!

I am slave of slave to addictions!

My sorrow that adds up,

Your joy that flowers on!

Spreads as gas poisonous!

Flows as honey in flowers!

 

We will mock the world!

We will rule the future!

 

You are the fine breeze of spring

I am the dew drop of winter!

The bird of your life ascends!

And the drum of my death breaks!

Into the blossoming gardens!

In the burning graveyards!

Goes round and round in circles!

Flares up again and again into storms!

 

We will rein in the time!

We will unbolt the doors of love!

 

I am the cradle of your joy!

You are the queen of my future!

The music of your bracelet

The nirvana of my life!

Happiness is the sky

Affection is a deep canyon!

 

We will mock the world!

We will rule the future!