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 : English Poems

Bright Star



Cold planets revolve around the sun,
Millions of years filled with meaningless churn,
Why do things circle around the sun?
Because they themselves cannot burn,

Heat is not even sun’s fault,
He cannot contain that revolt,
Even if everyone can see the bolt,
Not everyone can feel that jolt,

Everyone is born with a little spark,
All living things got that Nature’s mark,
But neither everyone can really connect the arc,
Nor everyone really has the courage to expel the dark,

Those who can hear the freedom’s message,
Have the will to tear down any cage,
For those who are burning with tremendous rage,
Sky is that ultimate stage,

Dull and dumb always swear by the night,
Being afraid of light,  believing, this is not their fight,
Those who are destined to be considered bright,
Never ever prefer to shine from borrowed light.



Pretty much self-explanatory poem and I don’t need to shed light on something which is already so bright 😉

Contrary to many people’s belief, the universe is full of darkness. Our existence is surrounded by extreme cold and thick darkness. Even though the mighty sun lights up a few million kilometers around him to keep some planets warm, its light is not even akin to a tiny lamp in a dark frigid winter night.

A true meaning of life should be something similar to the sun’s existence amid infinite shrouds of darkness. I am not surprised that the very first batch of intellectual beings on the earth understood that truth and started worshiping the sun. Veds are proof of that.  

Adversities are always going to stay. Forces which try to quell you and make you quiet are never going to quit. It is up to you how you want to carry on that tiny little spark given by nature in the form of life. Once in a few thousand years, someone like Krishna, Buddha or Jesus can turn that spark into a raging fire and be able to melt the shackles of stupidity around the people and turn the course of mankind towards brightness. 

In the euphoria of democratization and equality we often forget that the true genius ( not talking about academics but someone with exceptional wholesome development ) is like the sun burning from within. That insatiable fire lights up his existence with infinite joy and unabated enthusiasm. So nobody can ever be equal in that sense because most people are dumb and dull, and like to remain that way. In order to acquire brightness, one needs tremendous energy and that is too much to ask from a normal human being. You can democratize the voting right but there is no way that a society can distribute the power voltage each person carries within. 

Only thing a normal mortal earthlings can do is to either remain bedazzled beneath the brightness of such a person or someone can avail that benevolent shining light and go find the next step to reach higher.


Category : English Poems

A Long Long Night



It’s a Long long night,
I can only see you my friend,
Nobody else is in sight,
And it’s a long long night…

Darkness of the days,
Have trickled in tonight, 
Leaning on your shoulder,
Giving me the strength tonight- 
( and it’s going to be a long long night )…

My heart is still burning,
(And) I just want to stay,
Holding you warm and tight,
Freezing in this bitter cold cold night…

Through tears in my eyes,
I see the stars,
Twinkling in your eyes,
Moments of joy in this dark dark night…

As long as I have,
(Been) holding your hand,
Feeling this love says,
Everything’s alright- tonight!
(And it’s been a long long night)…

Many years gone by,
Smile on your face is still shy,
Waiting for that ray of light,
It’s been really a long long night…



A reader is free to take any suitable view of the song – extracting earthly meaning or divine.  Existence is a long darkness filled affair, until, the rays of wisdom ushers the dawn of enlightenment…