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!