Rajneesh, the running brook!

Changing is the Law of Nature. But remains stable the Feature. So we use caricature for Creature. What if Nature changes Her nature? Posterity is Parents'signature. Even an egg has its hatcher. Present is linked to the Future. Ain't norms grown into Culture? Water is useless without Moisture. Candidatures too decide  Legislature. Values, feelings, ideas frame Literature. Don't men  poison root if without gesture? Whether you cook or not your mixture, But can you avoid the pious departure? @ Rajneesh Kumar Mishra

ON MISJUDGED I knew, they couldn't know Gold, As they've cipher in their hold. Can they bear spark in their fold? They are men but souls are sold. My part was wrong to give them right, To judge me like star who is intense bright. My simple gaze can dim their light. "Oh !" But they came to judge my insight! How could they reach up to there?? Some were asses, some sons of a mare. "Oh, my soul, powerful soul", Don't care. Now put all your efforts to find the rare. You're a unique creation to find. Judge yourself as many are blind. by Rajneesh Kumar Mishra

I saw your surrender into your abode, Your gold-red scarf and silk suit blow'd. Your buttery body was still beautiful But I miss'd your movement merciful. Your sacrifice was transparent, He even display'd your dead parent. Something was blowing bubbles  In the bottom shone radiant pebbles. Oh! Artificial were the aquatic plants, Human ambition again smother'd Her wants! by Rajneesh Kumar Mishra

DAUGHTER'S DAY OR SLAUGHTERER'S DAY ?? You chose to celebrate her day               To prove her to be an easy prey ? Means you are her protector                 And too her hunting inspector ? How can she herself recognise                          What's there in your eyes ? You cook'd a cake with her flesh                        To win her trust to enmesh ? O how hard is your head              To think a daughter as a bed ? O how cruel is your heart               To long to tear a sister apart ? Will a mother ever wish to give birth                               To your kind with mirth ? You've overburden'd mother ...

 # THE DEMON OF BIHARI EDUCATION    You're the worst of your kind, Devil like you is rare to find. Man but such a mean May never be seen. A heart made of selfish-mind? Your species as a rule  Are often makers of fool But you are going to bring  The crowd of foolish offspring  Mr Dynamite but super cool? You're a hunter with good look, Good job with fishing hook. You turned Bihari-school Into vote-bank pool. Mr Kumar or Mr Crook? Bihar was centre of learning  Then you made policy of earning. Students with parents go to school  To argue for benefits of your rule. Warming pocket or brain-burning? Now you're the writer of future, Not of disciples but of teacher. On the basis of your free gift, You may grab another shift. Mr Potter will become a pitcher? You used a coin as a socket  To hold his jingling pocket. He forgot acquiring wisdom, Chose to become bedlam. Snatch'd his lockett to fly your rocket? O Mr merciless Mayor,  Will be thrown ou...

Thou art the human-form of Almighty, Thou went to human-court for justice! Thou art the Creator, acts as invitee! For peace prevailing agree'd armistice! Who doesn't know Thy banishment ? Thou art the flower-prince ! Happily accept'd Thy punishment.  Thou art welcome at birth-place with kins! Thou art the source of all values ! Thou art the Father of humanity ! Thou art the life-giving dews ! Thou art the Bramaha- the root of Divinity ! How soft thou art ! How kind thou art ! How fair thou art ! How tolerant thou art ! Thy human-life was a lesson  Full of sacrifices for a good cause. Thou art the Giver of salvation  And the Maker of laws. How can we deny the existence  Of a forefather's blood in our veins ? Let the Demons' sons be tense ! We're His offspring all mens or womens. Hence let's sing His hymns, The earth's best rhymes . To beg His rebirth  On this Earth at the place of birth ! SHREE SITA RAM! SHREE SITA RAM! RAGHUPATI RAGHAV  RAJA ...

CHINA, YOUR BETRAYAL WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN! Your product stores will be rotten. For wiping your wounds there will be lack of cotton. One day, you will vomit the wealth ill-gotten.  by Rajneesh Kumar Mishra