Category : English Poems

An Ode To The Intellectual Existence



What I’m saying,
People are not understanding,
I can differentiate,
Their passion and pretending,

It’s not me, but,
they need mental upgrade and mending,
Quality thoughts,
Are never going to be trending,

If I try to pander,
Their basic instincts by descending,
It will be the beginning,
Of my intellectual crash landing,

I never have and never will,
Succumb to any bending,
Even if alone,
I must try whatever deserves upending,

What will you do,
When you are on top and outstanding,
I’ll still look up and not down,
It’s grit, not grandstanding,

As cold’s destined for contracting,
And fire is always expanding,
My burning thoughts,
Don’t really need anybody’s branding.



First and foremost, even though the first person singular subjective pronoun ‘I’ has been used in the poem, actually it represents all those rare exceptional intellectual beings. No it isn’t egoistic to know and describe oneself as it is because only dumb are unaware about who they really are 😉

Fortunately or unfortunately to be ‘intelligent, exceptional, genius etc’ or not to be is never a question asked to us by the creator. So what to do when someone is gifted with exceptional abilities? Well, everybody will give different answers ranging from, to use such potential for social good, to make some money out of it and retire in a remote place for good. But no matter what such individuals choose to use their ability for, one advice I would like to give is not to let your edges be dulled by the pressure from surroundings.

Incredible thoughts given via philosophy, literature, art, music, science etc   by such individuals are acting as beacons for many budding Buddhas. Why the knowledge of Geeta is still relevant today and why we are still trying to prove the theorems and formulas proposed many decades or centuries ago, and why exceptional literature still exerts more force than the pull of black hole. No matter in what field these geniuses belong to, the only thing common is that they walked on it all alone like a Bright Star ( previous poem ). Because they knew that some of the thoughts this world will not be able to understand even after a thousand years.

Most of the time something which is understood and appreciated by the masses is cheap. It is easy to explain because if everybody is able to understand exceptional things then well, they are exceptional! But we all know that’s not the case. Advent of social media has laid bare the utter foolishness of the masses. In such ugly situation, it is even more pertinent that few of the remaining beautiful people unite and use our energy in more creative work. 🙂

Especially in a country like ‘you know what I mean‘ where there is no respect or reverence for being thoughtful, it is very important not to waste energy in dealing with fools around. 😉

Category : Hindi Poem

Born To Burn



लगताहै  जल  रहा  है  इन  सितारों  का  दिल  भी  जरूर,
और  कितने  होंगे  इस  दहरमे  रोशन  होने  को  मजबूर
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दहर = Universe

Once born into this universe, you can’t escape the race. The race to excel than others.  One who learns about the reality, becomes aware about the futility.  Those who can’t fathom the ultimate fact, are condemned to burn inside out.

Category : English Poems

What Can I Do?



When you shake it like this,
What else I can do?
Your body is something I’m really addicted to,

When you put it on like this,
What else I can do?
Your sexy dress is turning on me on too,

When you look at me like this,
What else I can do?
This captivating glance is not letting me move too,

When you move it like this,
What else I can do?
Your sizzling body is burning my soul too,

When you kiss me like this,
What else I can do?
Your red lips are making me give you endless kisses too,

When you cover my face like this,
What else I can do?
Under the dark I see only moon, which is you,

When you say something like this,
What else I can do?
Yes you heard that right, I love you too.



When you are under the spell and enjoying those lovely moments, what else you can do? 😉