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Rang Samarpan Poem
Where we are?
State undefined, engulfed in nebulous forms.
Clear Chaos veiling vision – the urge to see beyond.
Amidst life – unheard, unheralded, unadapted.
What are we doing here?
Supposedly seriously defining the dreams.
Disorderliness maintenance or may be paraphrasing togetherness.
Experimenting approaches: didactic, disciplined, distributed.
Why are we doing this?
Passion ignited urge has become a need.
Meaninglessness pinches, thankfully not-numb, 'us'.
Individually juggling – existence, expectations, encumbrance.
Where from here?
Nowhere or the apex.
Compromise undoubtedly cannot be the end-word
To anywhere – without- mediocrity, mid-life, mannequins.
…And so?
Bland paper needs meaningful lines.
Humane words have to rekindle the flow.
The show has begun: destined, determined, devouring.
Copyright © Rang Samarpan | Year Posted 2008
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Rang Samarpan Poem
stagnancy is something not new to me,
it's just have become overwhelming off late.
stale moments, motionless hours,
clinge to my identity as alter ego.
numbed emotions make even prayer incomplete,
stone heart mises nobody on earth.
cell bars' perpetual shadow make stripes on my body permanent
for fifteen years i have been standing at the same place
my world - squeazed into 7 by 4 ft rectangular room,
life has become a mere waiting station for death.
I till date believe I have not yet got accustomed to this place.
Copyright © Rang Samarpan | Year Posted 2007
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Rang Samarpan Poem
Give me a whistle, I will blow.
make me run, but rather slow.
keep me warm, for dreams to glow.
gift me a joy, I'm happy though.
Buy me a smile, for years to come.
trade me a life, for a zero sum.
pinch me hard, 'coz soul so numb.
paste me a song, with an upbeat gum.
Kiss me a bye, to start afresh.
cut me a sky, no more no less.
cry me a heart, to clear the mesh.
try me a trick, let life refresh.
Copyright © Rang Samarpan | Year Posted 2008
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Rang Samarpan Poem
I am not a looser.
For I played life to my ability’s brim.
Fouled at times, but often stroked fairly.
Nonetheless I did not win.
Did cross limits, did obey norms,
Staked everything, even not owned ones.
Banked on me and myself.
Well, I cannot make it.
Something slipped, I don't know what,
Some times flipped, but I can't figure out.
In retrospective, I did not reach there
The mark was way beyond me.
Since then I am staying here; stagnant.
Copyright © Rang Samarpan | Year Posted 2008
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Rang Samarpan Poem
Self-perfidy ignites the story again
Contemptuously, I run to my patience's edge;
Strain it further, till I make the inner-burst.
Then, retreat callously, pricked by mundane-me.
Stuffing disgust, within air already replete with loathe
Growing old meaninglessly was never been so apparent.
Earthly cravings enshroud 'tomorrow-shines' Dreams
Habituated to condone the swerving: - hope-spikes almost dead.
I concoct excuses faster than getting tagged for manhandling promises
But sometimes, envying weeds, I realize how wasted I am.
Time seems insensitive to my pathetic pace, But I
Still cling to long-back-brewed self-expectations.
With just few hope shreds, I keep the faith candle lighted
These loaned hopes are too expensive to afford now.
Copyright © Rang Samarpan | Year Posted 2007
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Rang Samarpan Poem
I the dare devil;
Go to office every day.
I listen and throw
All that doesn’t stop me from
going to office and coming back home.
Morning news; evening headlines
Unknown corpses; distant sounds,
Somehow don’t seem to clog my way.
I text and call
to all those I know,
If a blast marks the day.
Once confirmed and reassured
that all is well with them.
I sleep well; get up; go to office the next day.
Terrorism has settled deep down into me,
as an emotion – rarely reflected both
with pain and fear.
Copyright © Rang Samarpan | Year Posted 2009
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