Poem : Garbage of Development

An empty bottle of mustard oil

is lying next to an empty bottle of whiskey

A two hundred milliliter bottle of cold drink

is lying under one liter bottle of mineral water

A lot of empty packets of noodles

which are cooked within two minutes

are lying closely

Skins of vegetables and fruits are peeping through the gaps

Crumbled chocolate wrappers are shaking with fear

They are trying to escape the garbage with the help of a gust

Empty packets of cigarettes and pastilles are fighting

accusing each other of spreading foul smell

This place shows that despite the government's best efforts and laws

Polyethylene bags are used indiscriminately

A cow is eating polyethylene bags with refuse

A stray dog is chewing mutton bones
The dog doesn't know that the taste he is enjoying
is actually the taste of his blood seeping through his gums

A few dirty skeletons are searching for their lives in the garbage

On a nearby road

common man is trying to escape the garbage ASAP
because it is impossible for him to bear with the smell

Standing next to the garbage a poet spits on it

and walks away

He will surly break the person's head

who tells him that by spitting on the garbage

he has only increased its volume

It is the garbage of development

Poem : Action Reaction

Every action

Has an equal and opposite reaction

Sometimes reaction is obvious

Sometimes it is stored inside

In the form of internal stresses

Inside a body when these stresses

Cross the body’s ultimate strength

Usually it breaks with a blast

Causing damage to nearby areas

Look back carefully

Which of your ugly actions

Did not have obvious reactions

Poem : Love is a Vector

Magnitude only is not enough

Right direction is equally important

For Love is a Vector 

Poem : Mother

Not long ago I was your mother

But now to you I am a body another  

Because, though it might have been in anger

It might have been to curse others

You have learned to create new words

By adding invectives to the word `Mother’

Poem : Lovers' Dictionary

Respiration means Tongue

Eyes mean Lips

Face means Book

Lips mean Skin

Skin Means Soul

I and You are meaningless words

We means the world

Love means God

Yesterday I purchased Lovers’ dictionary from a junk dealer

Poem : System

Mosquito blows the whistle

System kills it with one stone

Calls media and shows to them

Starving mosquito’s blood claiming its own

Mosquito raises a gun

Malaria, Malaria shouts the System

On clean water sprinkles poison

Parts of its body start rebellion

System shows fear of infection

Cuts and incinerates one by one      

And immediately adds new ones

No bone marrow the System has

To survive it drinks the blood

That we willingly donate

For every disease System has a cure

Every new virus only reinforces

Its defense mechanism

System is invincible

System rules the world

It was born in the sharpest and dirtiest minds

Of the race which once ruled the world.

Poem : Nuclear fission and fusion

Nuclear fission and nuclear fusion

Have almost been discovered together

We first learned

Using energy of fission however

To survive and to remain human

We need to learn using fusion energy

As soon as possible

Poem : Slowly hums the rain

Slowly hums the rain

All those songs that I used to sing for you

Cricket and frog compose background music

Light reflected from the wet road is your laughter

To love you was like driving in a rain storm

It was a curse to survive the accident

To live without you is to live without limbs

Wet night jasmine is not even your wet nail

Lights going out one by one on wet mountain

Are the ornaments I took off one by one

The rain has stopped and the roads are drying

Please rain once more before my soul dehydrates crying

Poem : Sin, Cos, Tan

Sin, cos, tan….

Many curves come and join hands

Innumerable integrations are done

To calculate exact area and volume of different parts

To account for the rate of change of various moving points

With the intake of air

Countless functions are differentiated

My mind burns millions of Calories

To make your living model in my dreams

Give it some reward of the mammoth work

Stay a few moments before you leave

Poem : You and Me

You and me
We are like
Steel and Concrete

I bear tension of money making
You bear pressure of home making

That’s how O! my dear wife
Together we take load of life

Each one of us, bear same load
Together, we can face

Storm, rain, earthquake, fire and heat
Or whatever is there on life’s road