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I am sending some of my poems for your perusal. > Poet's Name:Dr.Nilanshu Kumar Agarwal > Address :4 B/2 Govindpur Colony,Allahabad, > U.P. India > Pin :211004 > E-mail :nilanshu1973@yahoo.com > > To Nur Jahan! > > O Nur Jahan! > Thou Beauty Personified. > Thy Tuhr incensed Salim! > Thy periods starved him! > Akbar's progeny insane in thy love. > Salim is my kin. > We are partners in lunatic asylum. > Literary devotion Mihir-ur-nissa's bare breast. > This adoration nectar n manna > Of contemporary Jahangir. > > Dance of Lust > > No sign of seriousness > Only the deification of Vasana. > Mouths chant Hare Rama,Hare Rama, > Hearts want Kama,Kama,Kama,Kama, > Body travels Rishikesh > Hands ravage Streekesh. > Priest touches the female skin > In the guise of blessing profane. > > Frenzy of Flesh > > Exhaustive frenzy of flesh > Scorching fire of senses > Digtal obscenity of laptop > Reminding the dull poet > Of the dance of Corpses > With the reptiles. > > Boom Times > > > Boom times > Right times > For free enquiry > About P.A. > About her menstrual cycle > About the brand name of her sanitary napkin. > Domestic rituals > Venue for multilateral talks > On paucity of bleeding. > "Her stomach is inflated!" > "She has eloped with her paramour." > "My sister will mensurate tomorrow." > "My daughter has not attained puberty." > "Which sanitary napkin do you use?" > The holy conversation > Going on in Miltonic style, > Though the priest sometimes creates din, > Sometimes forms pandemonium > By profane discourse > On Shama,Dama,Tapa and Shubha Titiksha. > > > To Beloved > > Shall I compare thy face to pure milk? > Thou art more charming and white. > Often is it blended with waste. > But thy cheeks without any sign of dust. > Mine desire is to find your inner being > Too fair like naked sky. > Thy external charms remind cloudless heaven. > This love sick man in earnest need > Of the strength of your internal beauty. > > Thy youth making me insomnia patient. > I pass sleepless nights in thy meditation. > Give me traqualiser of your soft skin. > > This mosquito better than the poet > Touching your red cheeks, > Ravishing thy hands > Ravishes it my heart > Showing me hapless > Before social inhibitions. > > > We are listless issues > > We are listless issues > Contemplating perfumed skin. > We are flag-bearers of hot-stuff. > Our souls are territories > For the integrated training of lust. > Gang is our urinal. > Ganga is bar. > Ganga is brothel. > Scams are our rituals. > Pornography is our Geeta. > We are listless issues > Contemplating perfumed skin. > > > Greedy Indians > > Greedy Indians > With eyes passionate > Watch acts forbidden. > With tongues uncontrolled > Use laschivious words. > With ears impure > Hear licentious conversation > With hearts dirty > Pine for the vicinity of the opposite sex. > They are jealous > Of the dogs,cats,rats and lizards > Cohabiting in the open. > > > To Lord Rama > > Hey Dashratha's issue > Lord Rama > Became an oversubscribrd public issue. > By the radiance > Of the face celestial > > > On peeping through the Upanishads > > On peeping through the Upanishads > I find my discourse sans extravagance of black boredom, > Bathing in the Vedantic Brahma, > Pure as the Om, > Free from frost,fire and fun of flesh. > I lose consciousness of I. > Aham Brahmasmi. > I am you. > I am she. > Dereft of dualism,no desire of revenge. > For I see my image in my enemy cruel. > No thought of opposite sex, > As she is nothing but myself. > > > > > To Lord Krishna > > O Lord of perpetual light > Consume the furious inferno of this muddy pool. > Create eternal rainbows in this devitalized landscape. > Be an honourable guest in this sick heart, > Where nothing but the passions of blood visit. > O'patron saint,cleanse this voracious pike > With thy hand divine. > Make me aware of the spiritual occultism > With thine song celestial,O Charioteer. > Thence,my heart overladen with eternal springs > And with green grass and cherry orchards > Will sing a joyous song > At the triumph of Lord Krishna, > Whose radiant chariot burnt in darting glory. > On this very burnished chariot > Gave the elegant flute reciter > The Sermon of Karma Yoga. > O'Praise thee O'Gopala > For thy eternal message of Karma > Saves countless ignorant humanity > From taking an unholy dip > In the slough of passion and friuts. > Thence free from the fruits of action > Enjoy I etrnal bliss in the scheme divine. > Nights of storm and days of mist > Trouble me not. > Rather an ecstatic trance like vision > Affects me with my Lord's blessings. > Remembering thy early life with your childhood mates, > Thy pinning for the butter of the fellow villagers, > Thy fascinating flute recital, > Which entranched the hearts of the Gopis > And thy never perishable imprint > On the heart of Brij-dwellers, > I lose smell of my flesh and music of senses. > Rather,I become conscious of my spiritual well-being. > Therefore,O my fellow-men, > Come,rise,clasp thy hands and sing in His glory. > Thence thou too will be roused out of spiritual stupor > And the truer light of heaven > Will burn in your blighted hearts. > And thou will be saved > From the terrible wheel of birth,rebirth and birth. > So,come,rise,clasp thy hands and sing in His glory > Revealed through his song celestial-The Geeta > > > > > > > > > > > > A Sonnet A civilization is outraged. The hydra-headed monster Of terrorism prepares coffins for the innocent. A six month old's flesh is scarred. Petrol bombs at Godhara* Mocking at the concept of human rights. Where are fundamental rights? Where is humanism? Where is secularism? Where is socialism? Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere. Only the naked opportunism of politicians. Godhara re4minding the poet of 11/9. ** But, in India nobody sheds a single tear for the immense loss of life. *Godhara is a place in Gujrat, India. During the early half of 2002,a severe tragedy occurred there. Petrol bombs (i.e. burning bottles full of petrol) were thrown at a train, killing a number of hapless people. ** On this date,there was terrorist attack on WTC of USA. What is Orchestra? What is orchestra? Symphony, he replied. Mingling of rhythms. 'It may be so, But I find orchestrated rhythms somewhere else' 'Where?' 'In India'. India a land of co-existence. We create synthesis Out of conflict Of thesis and antithesis. No view is final for us. There is always the scope for further argument. Religious tolerance is our motto. If there is Vaishanava cult, There are Shaiva and Shakta ideologies.* So,India a perfect example Of orchestra and symphony, Of dialectics and tolerance. *Vaishanava,Shaiva and Shakta are the cults of Hinduism. Cause of Fundamentalism Why did Godhara*occur? Why did 11/9** occur? Who is behind Gujrat carnage***? Narrowness of mind. Non-acceptance of the opposite view. The antithesis is refused. The other view is discarded. The followers of the other ideology are exterminated. Dirty ethnocentrism! Dirty jingoism! O my peers,countrymen and religious leaders Shun the superiority complex. Take inspiration from the significant other. The other is not be exterminated. The other is to heard. Let the storm of other ideas enter you As the tempest of new ideas Was accepted by Buddhism****. Hinayana was followed By Mahayana and vajrayana. Then there will be no Godhara. Then there will be no 11/9. Then there will be no Gujrat. Only the scattered light Of multi-colored rainbow. * Godhara is a place in Gujrat, India. During the early half of 2002,a severe tragedy occurred there. Petrol bombs (i.e. burning bottles full of petrol) were thrown at a train, killing a number of hapless people. ** On this date,there was terrorist attack on WTC of USA. ***In the wake of Gudhara massace,there is the frenzy of violence in Gujrat. ****Buddhism has three sects- Hinyana,Mahayana and vajrayana. > > _________TEMPEST OF PASSION > Nasdaq index has dipped. > The body tempraturee has risen. > Imbalance between celcius and Fahrenheit has generated > the heat. > My soul is anaemic > With the fury of sex. > My mind meditating on female body > My whole endeavour to influence the fairsex > My heart pinning > To be the peer of nudity > Nasdaq index has dipped. > No sign of bullish trend. > Only the howling cries of bears. > Hey,Bulls come and oust this bear > Invading the stock-exchange of the soul. > > Union Carbide pollutes the natuare. > Pangs of womanhood make me totter. > Deforestation creating ecological imbalance > Her tender skin and ravishing beauty make me lose my > patience. > My mind doomed to a certain death > My soul not hearing the song celestial > My voice unable to pray > My breathing system disturbed. > O Bosnian Serbs! do not cleanse the Muslim populace > Rather,come to this territory of my heart > And indulge in the act of purgation. > O Serbs,come immediately > Else my Divinity > Will find it difficult to face my passion. > > > > _____________________________________________________ > Chat with your friends as soon as they come online. 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When I hear the wind, I hear your name The sound so beautiful, it's far from plain When I see a rose, I see your face The sight so breathtaking that I cant finish the race When I feel the sun, I feel your love The warmth so peaceful that it has to come from above When I smell the air, I smell you The smell so sweet, that nothing else will do When I taste my life, I wish it was you Something so exotic, I wish I only knew Now lets imagine that I had five wishes, what would the be: For the wind to blow so hard it could be heard from sea to sea That I can take that rose and give it to you so that rose can see what true beauty is to me For the sky to always be clear so the sunshine's forever For pollution to be unheard of that way it couldn't pollute the weather That my tongue was ran off of an energizer battery, that way it could just keep going, and going and going..... :)~ But reality is that the wind will never blow that hard No rose could ever be as beautiful as you are The sky will always have clouds Pollution will always be around And my tongue will eventually drop to the ground But now I know...... As long as I hear the wind blow for at least a second As long as I can see that rose for at least a minute As long as I can feel the sun for at least an hour As long as pollution stay hidden for at least a month And as long as my tongue doesn't die for at least a year I could never forget you, and for that I will always hold you near.