Thursday, September 27, 2012

FACEBOOK POEMS ( Sanskrit)


Facebook Poems
Log in                              
 I have entered into the world
of innumerable faces .
I am sending friendship request
to unknown rivers,
to little unseen buds,
to unknown soft cool wave of wind,
to the female swan beneath lotus leaves,
to the moon light caught in clouds,
to my beloved cuckoo,
to nameless flower girl,
 to dream girl face of my fantasy,
to yaksh kanya of  ‘Meghdoot’.

Profile
I wrote a name but its relation is unknown
like a creation of “Indraprastha”-
There may be water, where you think land.
There may be mirage, where you see water.
There may be only picture, where you see flower.
New face in every photo,
New illusion in every face,
There is island, where you dream land,
The world of Facebook  is the illusion of some “MAYADANVA”*

* Mayadanva was the architect of Indrapartha in Mahabharata.

Chatting
This is the world of glass screen.
Chatting with friends and photos.
Chatting with friend’s friends.
Without race - religion- sex and platonic love.
I am searching contact of the God.
Some day for some time, He may be online.
So, I chat with knowledge, science, religion
and pomp of religion.
I am looking
faces of charming flowers.
I am reading floral language but no fruits.
Plastic like love
is covered in artificial words.

Wall
Here is the meeting,
but there is no excitement.
There are lots of promises
but there is no trust.
There are dialogues
but no simplicity of heart.
Where is tender breeze of spring?
Where is chirping of innocent birds?
Where is natural fragrance of flowers?
I have key of password
to enter into this world
but I have forgotten my own identity.

Response
I have received
some photographs of butterflies.
What response should I give?
Should I show like? Or dislike?
Having read statement of flowers,
do I give my opinion?
Having looked a river without name,
 should I accept her friendship?
Or Should I say ‘Not now’?
After logging out,
I come out of spider’s web
(Now in the Lord Vishnu’s navel named computer,
the whole world is
in the deep of the ocean-
 one and only ocean.)

Album on Facebook

These are sparrows
picking and eating grains in the compound of my home
(They died because of telecom tower radiation).

These are cows ruminating in the meadow of my village.
(They are sent now to slaughter house &
the meadow is given to some industry by government.)

This is my best friend Rajiv.
(He is dead in explosion of bomb
done by terrorist in train).
That is my teacher
(Oh poor devil !
Always gave lectures on moral values
but died in poverty)
(every one may not be so intelligent
to earn black money).
She is my friend Asha.
(I have video clipping of her secret love
to blackmail her).
It is the photo of minister
distributing prize to me.
(Now he is in prison for big fraud).
I know that
these are the photos of very common people.
They do not decorate album of great person like me.
But genius people remain always generous!



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