Friday, September 20, 2013

In his dreams he his Free

But in his dreams
He is free.

Free from the
Imposed upon him.

Free from the
Stamped in his back.

Free from the
He has to play.

In his dreams
He is all by himself
In his village
In his home
With his mother
Under her care.

In spite of all
He’s free there.
He is the subject
He is the King
He is Free.

© Tarun Mitra

Thursday, September 19, 2013

In reality of Things

In reality of things
As they appear in colours
He melts into it
Becoming part of them.

In early daylight
Even when he sleeps
He’s just part
Of greater schemes.

Hungry, oppressed
Overworked, underpaid
He’s just part
And he must accept his fate.
That in Colours of reality
He melts away himself
Becoming part of them.

© Tarun Mitra

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

The Good and Evil

From the source of light
Through the hands of man
Came out both
The Good, and
The Evil
Stacked against each other
You make a choice
And choose.

© Tarun Mitra

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

The Buffalo Demon

The Buffalo Demon

I am Mahishasura
I am the Devil incarnate
I am here to slay Good
And Slay I will.
Who is going to stop me
Who have given your goodness to greed
caprice and merry making
Who is there is stop me?
Whose Ego is larger than his deeds.
Whose power that have corrupted thee
Are you going to stop me?
I am Mahishasura
The Buffalo Demon.

© Tarun Mitra