AMERICA QUO VADIS

Echo Of George Orwell’s Love O my fellow beings, Can you hear a faint voice Coming from some corner Of the distant past? To me it sounds Like the cautionary echo Of George Orwell’s Love for mankind “A pandemoniac roar Of the inhumed corpse Appears to be convulsing The Free World “Perhaps the evil spirit Of Big Brother is Desperately trying To stage a comeback “Shukracharya seems To have already invoked Sanjeevini mantra To bring the demon Back to life “Once he is in command He will again hang a huge Telescreen, over your welkin, That will not only dictate Your daily life, But will get Even your breath rationed “Apparently seething At how in the past he had been Consigned to the dustbin Of history, Big Brother, Evidently morphed into a hideous Evil, Will again vow to replace Peace with war, Freedom with slavery And strength with ignorance “The Evil’s Bloody eyes, carrying The stigma of dead Stars, Might not only be gazing at you piercingly, They might also be scrutinizing Your Soul and Conscience “I know, You do intrinsically cherish The empyrean fragrance and bliss Of unbridled liberty, But even a subtle germination Of endemic urge for freedom In your psyche, Will be dubbed A heinous Thoughtcrime “It might result in Complete devastation of you, Along with members of your family “The world around you Will instantly Devolve into a harrowing nightmare, Unimaginably cruel, Nihilistic, callous and depraved “O my dearest Brothers and sisters Of the Free World, It is urgently incumbent upon you To again inhume this Evil, Lest it destroy not only Your body, but also your Soul” 2020 My Epitaph I don’t think I have done anything Significant and epochal. Why should someone write an epitaph In my memory? Even if someone Wants to express love towards me, I don’t want it engraved On the heart of stone. I want my epitaph inscribed on the wind, With the fragrance of beauty and bliss. Experiment Extraordinaire If you really want to know about America, The greatest country ever created in human history, Take trouble to peer into the gospel of my Soul. America is not only a wonderful civilization, It is a philosophy of freedom and liberty. Every single citizen of this world, No matter where he lives Or what nationality he belongs to, Can find himself ensconced In the Soul of this great nation. America as a symbol of indivisible unity, Percolates through the entire fabric of human race. Eternal urge for freedom and liberty, Latent in every human being, Makes them the integral part Of this experiment extraordinaire. When Wind Whispers When wind Whispers the eternal message Of Universality of Spirit Into its ears, The Star Spangled Banner Starts undulating. It seems as if The ebb and flow of the ocean, American, With their iridescent solemnity and grace, Were eager to embrace entire mankind! It Is The Same Music Since time immemorial Nature, along with her beautiful creations, Has been singing The vibration of my Soul. Even on the inhaling and exhaling Of the Self-Existent Were inscribed the rhythm and notes Of my Soul’s vibration. Amidst celestial ambience, Reverberating with the celebratory melody, Flowing from the gospel of my Soul, The Almighty had created the universe. It is the same music That continues to define eternal cycles Of its beginning and the end. Throbbing Hearts Millions and millions Of hearts throbbing Constantly Each vibrating with Deep passion for life, liberty And pursuit of happiness Each dancing To the celestial melody Of individual freedom Each echoing The eternal voice of America’s conscience Each paying deep Obeisance to the Soul of A great nation on earth Never In History Never in history Has mankind looked to Mansions and palaces For calm and tranquility, Peace and harmony. They have always pinned their hopes on Hermitage, huts and cottages, No matter How dilapidated and ramshackle. God prefers the purity Of a mendicant’s heart To the ostentatious grandeur And glitzy majesty of a monarch. Therefore I Write “Be the voice of those Crying in meek silence,” Said my Conscience. “Rejuvenate the invincible power and strength, Inherent in every individual, By invoking their indestructible Soul, So they can stand up to any force, Evil and diabolic.” My Conscience further exhorted me To anoint each and every aching heart With the divine message of Love and compassion, hope and optimism. Therefore I write. Awake From This Deceptive Slumber! No power on earth can alleviate your sufferings. No one can redress your hardships. O man, just awake! Come out of ignorance and nescience. You are the only one who can best choreograph the dance of your life. You are the only one who can best compose the music of your destiny. Who do you think is concerned about you? None, absolutely none! Those on whom you pinned your hope, have always conspired to confine you to squalid ghettos of interminable ignorance and nescience, and carved out a bright future for themselves. As always your dire situation they exploit to enrich themselves with increased power, wealth and influence. Your illumined conscience they take as a mortal threat to their diabolic ambition of cementing dominance over your fate. The longer they can relegate you to pliant wretchedness, dancing to the tune of their depravity, the more they believe their perpetuity in power is guaranteed. They pretend as if they are your benedictory patrons, ever committed to uplifting your condition. Stop being mesmerized by their flowery and beguiling utterances. O man, make no delay; awake from this deceptive slumber! Come to your senses, enlighten yourself. Try to seek future in your own Spirit! Try to find redemption in your own Soul! 2021 O Solitary Nymph! O solitary nymph, Traversing the sky at night, Once I get intoxicated Drinking the cup of your sublime beauty, My inebriated eyes Start spawning thousands of dreams Whose shadows of different hues Splash across my poems, Rendering them Aesthetically idyllic and picturesque In The Solitude Of Your Soul Fellow Americans, Once you land In the solitude of your Soul, You will find a divine entity Vibrating with human love and compassion, Reverberating with the eternal melody Of human ingenuity, Radiating with the effulgence Of human destiny, And resounding with infinite power And prowess of human will and determination That is none other than our beloved country, America, The sacred fountain of freedom! An eternal lantern of liberty!