Bards of Brooklyn

                

               by Ashis Gupta

 

 

 

Like a sinking stone…..

you, I or we are drilling inside,

deep inside–the Ocean of blue.

 

Like anxiety of an uncertainty…

you, I or we are thrilling inside,

deep inside—not ready for a bit of true.

 

Like a dumpling touch from the Moon…

you, I or we are waiting inside,

deep inside—an arrival of a desire crew.

 

Like a walking distance of mind….

you, I or we are cramming inside,

deep inside—though so far; mysterious

                                            throw.

 

Like a pave of the green….

you, I or we are waking inside,

deep inside—not sleeping;

                  Bards of Brooklyn.

 

 

 

 

 Who Knows?

  By Ashis Gupta

 

 

If would ever Finks know

we, civilization could cross the fear of- hierarchy,

might not be created Pyramid?

 

Who knows?

Three legs of triangles (pyramid) would fly,

till find safe orbit.

 

Only one God knows; for sure than other,

they (human) had habit to dig.

Fortune creator.

 Beyond everything still,

God been kept own power.

None would live without water.

 

Uncle Sam, a spiritual philosopher,

whispered his young naïve master:

nothing but power could stop fortune- creator.

 

So currency was made, master got power.

Nothing changed but fortune creators,

who changed in to future dreamer?