2015: Of Incidental Revolutions

What about the promises this new year shall bring Ballads of scrutiny, merciless calendar sings Memories slurping away, with bitter windtongues Cruel time ticking away, sans any arbitrary stops Moments of endless reflections, for the years past us Stunning silence of missing airplanes, roaring blunders What if this, what if that, had we tried our best Could we have ended this bloody war, that electoral race A patriotic bunch in India murdering Gandhi again Revitalized danger, right wing fascist men Third World Project a dying form of irrelevance Playground for capitalists, turf for deathly dance Irreparable losses of beloved poets…

No Thanks(giving)

Murder the Indigenous Slaughter those turkeys Thank the Indigenous Pardon that turkey No thanks Kill the dissenters Land of freedoms Celebrate survivors Build more prisons No thanks Demand gratitudes Columbus to Obama In lieu of guns, drones Such Thanksgiving drama. No thanks – Saswat Pattanayak, Peoples’ Poet, 2014 (Published in Gossamer)

2014: Let Ourselves Prevail

“Where the mind is without fear” and whistleblowers roam free Prisons abolished; die with them, values all reactionary Where the world exults in differences, amidst sheer diversity Supremacism ends; cease with it, any collective adversity Where ideas spring from challenged truths, broken promises Perfection wound up; sought after no more are divine images Where faith is exposed as a hopeless quest, of oppressed states Reason, power and strength too seen as elite privileged quests      Where rape no longer a metaphor, nor millionaires act commoners Celebrities awaken the conscience, not profiteers, accumulators  Where the admired do not endorse wars,…

False Accusers

Three of us are posing an eternal threat To ninety seven of you believers Our reasonable questions unsettle your fate While your hands are soiled with bloods.   You seem disturbed by our immorality While your prophets, popes and seers Continue in the name of immortality Rape culture of glorified gory scriptures.   Our short skirts and no bras disturb your tranquility While you gloat over subjugating women in your fiefdoms Our demanding rights for the victims of your atrocity Provoke you to uphold your carefully protected sexist laws.   While you continue to claim the Queer do not exist …

Socialist Realism

Communism is pure evil, It offers no freedom. On the other hand – Capitalism, is all about Choice and option.   And in our free world, We have inalienable rights. To choose life’s recourses – Between rotting public schools And swanky private elites.   We may pick universal healthcare, Or join the elite insurance systems. In pursuit of happyness –    We may select manual menial jobs Over executive positions.   Foods with pesticides, Or those organic produces. We eat or live how we like – The choice to dwell in slums Or to reside in ancestral palaces.    Between career…

Sleeping Child

How do I tell her who is a terrorist… Don’t the terrorists profit from those Gap Kids clothes she is wearing today? When the buildings collapsed And terrorized eight hundred Underpaid workers in that sweatshop Didn’t the terrorists make merry Looking the other way – The way of uninterrupted greed, As the Walton families scoop Another couple of billion dollars Didn’t I buy her cereal off their shelves? The comic characters she watches Spun by the deceit of the hate funders From the Nazi Germany days till today; Or isn’t the terrorizing force the books She reads which make no…

2013: Global Spring?

Another year past, and the die has been cast  Future will be better, so predicts the soothsayer Changes visible at last, with progresses steadfast Status quo flayed forever, ruling elites now shudder   What can be worse, than the last year so coarse Drabbled in colonial blood, Diamond Jubilee fraud Millionaire monarchs, offering austerity measures Middleton’s pregnancy nod, nurse upsets the god   Africa continues to exist, exploited, needy, subsists Capitalist handouts ravage, suppress evolving rage Gaza attacked by imperialists, Israeli apartheid wins First world too has problems, Kim Kardashian craze   Yet Sandy storms still, Sandy Hook gun cultures…

Two Terrorists

(On their untimely deaths. One died too late and one, too early)  Bal, You were right about the god He took care of his subjects Rewarded those to Him closer Punished any whom to Him objects Must be sins driving them to deaths Who dared appeal for divine justice Fateful nights of communal clashes Died those lesser Hindus, Muslims  You, much loved,  lived on, lives on Immortalized by  Lata and Bachhan Honored with Tricolor, your body Even in death, rules over the  nation —— Kasab, Now that you are gone We can breathe again Lose in the dance of joy…

I Will Wait

For the time of victory Of the good over the evil   Good being the invisible Downtrodden, oppressed Outcasts, racial minorities The Dalits, the tortured  Women and children The students with loans The teachers without jobs The atheists everywhere    Good being the physically  Emotionally, financially Challenged, the slow learners The unemployed poets,  The crazy philosophers, The ones who never were  Featured on television nor Paid respect anywhere    Good being the one who never Was called an intellectual Or a scientist, a statesman Nor a grand prize winner Coveted with glory or fame Featured on magazines And never knew…

To the One

To the One – full of life – then now and forever To the One – ever forgiving – and always the giver To the One – spring of love – source of boundless joys  To the One – guiding torch – in my meaningful voyage   To the One – keeper of truth – unflinching dedication To the One – selfless seeker – humbly serving nation To the One – the conscience – exemplifying values To the One – guardian angel – your blessing accrues   To the One – beloved Father – in you my life resides Wishing…