Forced Veil of Insanity

There are no breeding worms in my blood vessels

My eyes are not blinded by the poison of grudge

Deep inside the fireplace of my glowing heart

The naked nightmarish lust is completely absent.

Where the gates of truth are widely shut

Where sparing shadows give out sighs

Where virtue dissolves in meditation

In that forest fire, I am a laid off flame-

That never gets burnt amidst the smoke.

I am that foolishness which is silent-

In the deafening noise of false affection;

I am that madness searching true love.

Let it be in the heights of mountains

Where not even words take birth,

Let it be in the plains forming garments-

Decorated by rich borders being rivers,

Let it be in the vital depths of darkness-

Or in the blinding flares of lots of light,

Let it be in the shallow ponds of religion

Where whirlpools of caste swiftly turn,

We are born and given to diverse hands

Being taught to forget our brotherhood

We are groomed saying we are special,

Sole and superior over all the others,

Is it better to be orphaned in childhood?

Rather than spoilt in the creed’s apparatus

Rather than fed by the poison of resent

With all selfish nursery rhymes recited,

In my bosom, black spots of fear came

Seeing mother earth’s eyes full of tears,

When graveyard formed a shaky cradle

Instead of being deadpan and tranquil,

My mind started to cry and laugh aloud

I sang out loud to the souls who wander

A song proclaiming all are born equal,

My dear mates branded me as a lunatic.

I hear the scream of gods when every child cries

I see the despair of divine in every dying flame

The throne checks the lineage of every bud-

That pleads for the fragrance of knowledge.

The judge looks the horoscope of the dove-

That begs for mercy in the laws of life.

The hands that should feed the hungry

Enquire about the colour of their belief.

In that burning oil of distressed saliva

When thirst alone remains in this earth,

One desire grew unaware in my mind,

That a day will come again in future

When my funeral fire rise and expand-

To consume all these selfish grounds,

To give birth to a new era of honesty

A land where everyone love one another

When my hope lives in that holy land

You will call them dreams of an insane.

Having believed a wealth of inspired lies

You will call me a liar when I say the truth.

For drifting in the clouds of imagination

You will put a jester’s hat over my head.

For being a minstrel of universal love

You will denounce me as a mad man.