Bored of being Gentleman

Since that moment, I felt I am an human, 

I acted like that…..

Day and night I pursued all duties,

All morals, all tradition.

Which I loved, which I obeyed,

Some of those were hanged on back.

But today I feel bored, of being not that suits…

To current scenario of behaving,

Of  working,

Of admiring,

And of punishing.

Here I lost those I taught in school,

Those I learner in college,

The idealism…. 

Now don’t work here,

It’s been paralyze…. Paralyze my goodwills.

I stuck between humanity and human…

Who was those people, who had written these impractical theories…

I found wrong..

Perhaps…. From the long time

I have been hidden inside the layers of these papers of idealism, which stand false.

I am bored of being gentleman,

Let me unlock my own,

The Human…..so called animal species.

Let me unlock this,

Let it come out and let it roar….

I admit the virtue of almighty,

But,

Their rules never proves their charm here….

I am a resident of India…

The land of God’s..

People say and relates,

Everything said and written here,

Are words of God…

But they amit not follow,

Sayings turned only sayings…

And they proven to be wrong.

And now myths have brain.. to modify and to sweat under the rain..

Idealism have no meaning here, showcase opens where…

I bored been a gentleman…

Want to unlock the animal’s chain…

Developed or less-developed

One lonely night,

By my own,

 I answered and murdered by my own.

I cheated myself on the myths of,

Being developed,

From ancients to formers.

Being wild to deputed,

I travelled so far, that

When I look after forgottens,

I laugh and admire my success..

But, is that much true…. What I thought?

I proudly said yes!I am.

A small finger point at me,

Trough the bottom of my heart and,

I dismissed it’s hearing.

That is what I am doing from a long time.

I know that, somewhere somewhat I am cheating on me….

I modified the definition of being developed,

I replaced the word as I convenient.

To hide the truths behind the myths.

I pretended several times with a smile on my face…

Admitting that what I am doing is the only trend.

I refused to mess with presence,

I stop even to understand the differences,

Between being developed and undeveloped,

Because,

I changed the meanings of both words.

Development measures the physical state of our life style not that was related to intellectual.

Undeveloped means only being not earning much to satisfy desired life style.

Is it not so?

I admitted yes!

Money is first and last thing to do with all others.

Perhaps! I am right but my heart rebel brain.

It still points a finger….

That I lacking the development of 

State of my mind,

I still behind to except the changes,

Related to socialism, religion and morality.

And it’s true… when I talks about these I fell stuck….

And my heart runs away from my brain… Being developed to less developed…

Ink Abuse

Long ago in history,

Paper read to cover mistry.

To recollect the intellectuals of minds,

Which worked towards the innovation.

Of mankind,

Of humanity,

Of livingness,

Of scientific approaches,

Of bitterness which they faced and

They declared them paths,

Of  loneliness to completeness,

To illiterate to educated.

That was a glory of ink,

Which severed the innovations and mankind….

Aah! Today ink abuses,

In the era of vast knowledge,

And expertise.

From deeper to Galaxy.

The ink abuses…. To the mankind

To humanity, to morals to ethics.

All lost into the drains,

Of educated illiterates.

It lost its ways of eagerness,

It terms a circumference of no ways.

Moulding the same ways of positiveness, 

Into the wrong ways which they dropped,  after experience.

The ink abuses….. Where we are walking,

To whom we are talking,

Blaming other of own failure,

Dragging other for success.

Is that what our old ink taught us??

Is that what our history led us??

Now ink abuses….

Writers write to be popular,

Anything wright or wrong, people blindly troll them..

For business or fooling themselves…

…… Now ink abuses…..

Hiding facts and spreed myths,

It became the reality beneath..

And it’s obvious to she because 

Every one wants to enjoy,

Others guild, other myths..

Bitter taste unhealthy for heart,

And wrong medicines lead you apart…

Facts are known but we still unknown.

Because ink abuses….

Ink abuses…..

Revolution “AAP”…..It’s a beginning of ‘The End’

Saga of ‘AAP’
As a party, in People’s behalf,
Common nation, common tongue,
But grouped to fight ‘Jung’ (War),
On the same ground, in the same name,
Democracy!…. Democracy!………….A long wave.
This time, a vibrant country,
spoke in Delhi…… with faith over the stage,
In revolutionary mood… taking self-stood
‘Arvind’ a ordinary man….
Emerged to overthrow his nail,
Against the…people who followed the chain.
It’s time to say we claim,
A new era of corruption free country’s train,
You have support, and power in absolute,
Show us that people can dream,
Healthy and wealthy capital,
Safer women, lesser crime,
Life just wanna ‘OK’
With limited livestock, but proper-care.
You the (AAP) common man,
Leads us to the edge,
Which we can’t even follow,
We showed you, now return us,
We voted in faith, don’t even try to fail,
We don’t expect wonders,
We expect grounded work,
What you promised, what you spoke.
Remember the oath,
Will taking in our support,
will ask you in bed, ‘How much you grade’
Will never stop…. because
Don’t think forming ‘AAP’ is a end,
But It’s a beginning of “The End”.

‘The End’ means revolution against the corruption, and self-pocket-filling politics, lazy and crazy system, crime and diminished Humanity whether it is among people, or politics………It means total clean-up.