India’s caste still decides our dignity—
Not just apathy, but our lived condition,
We react the moment we perceive another’s identity.
The rage of symbols distracts us;
Language flares—
Wounding the non-native.
Our sphere dreams of “Viksit Bharat”,
But it doesn’t rhyme with reality—
We still breathe in the same old Bharat,
With the same claims, yet to combat (discrimination).
As we undergo vicissitudes, knowledge of boundless skies—
Which uplifts us every single time
Like bilingual voices flowing into a multilingual style,
Soaking every vein of mine.
So—educate! Agitate! Liberate!
For in the human rage of this world,
We are sunken in discrimination, differentiation, and segregation;
At every stage.
Come—let us do good, be good,
And stand as one among others.
if he was half as witty as he thought
he would be making millions of dollars as a comic
he thinks he is a professional wisecracker
a train of witticisms travels out of his mouth
hitting anyone and everyone in the eye
quips, gags, jokes and jest are his daily tools
his relatives have tired of most of them already
At one time she was the belle of the ball
Those days are over
Way over
Most of her classmates are gone
She has buried four husbands
She tries to be sophisticated
Puts on airs
Considers us her servants
She has lost her fortunes
All five of them
She does not remember many things
We working for free now
Most of us do not mind
She was truly generous when she did have money
The Reaction Considers the Impulse
Not at first glance has my heart ever been set a quiver
Never for the most skilled touch has my soul deign to shiver
Coming undone was not part of the plan
How could I entrust so much to just one man
The idea of being the moon to someone's setting sun
Didn't strike me as being much fun
But Cher said, and so shall it be
I was lost on the day his lips found me
As surely as breaths mingle, our lives will intertwine
Until the day I am undeniably his, and he is truly mine
Oft times I feel like Data
In a demented quest to be human
Navigating a matrix of confusing lairs
Wondering where the dragons are loomin'
Not knowing which way is up
Is God just an elaborate escape?
The human need for absolute certainty
Possibly a short circuit in our brains
My emotion chip activates
Suddenly I have lost my way
I feel the terror of possibilities
And maybe I need to be saved
The thoughts of being punished
Simply because I don't understand
Fills my network with despair
That I ever wanted to become a man
But I would bow in reverence
To a just creator deity
But perhaps my assimilation
Would create an unhealthy dependency
I can't imagine asking questions
Offending a fatherly authority
Surely the nature of God
Is not as insecure as me
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