The Poet’s Ruse

It's a shit show out there. Could this be Donald, Vladimir, Erdoğan, Milei, Orbán or Narendra? Your guess is as good as mine. So here comes a man Of whom I'm no fan Oh here comes a man With a convoluted plan He claims he's the leader He is just a hate breeder He claims he'll get things done He is going to make you run So here comes a man Of whom I'm no fan Oh here comes a man W...

You say, I say, hearsay You say, I'm your friend That's the trend I say, I'm your enemy Will you marry me? You say, no, never I say, okay Come, live with me, hey Lover, forever together You say, Umm... I'll think I say, life is a blink Better kiss me Before you miss me You say, I'm an ugly duck I say, I'm loveblind One of a kind I don't give a fuck You say, I may stray I say, go try, don't be shy...

Life is never a straight line It’s a thread You weave as you go Tangles form Knots arise You keep knitting Nobody gets out Untangled Yet, life is beautiful #Threads #Twitter #Life

WFH is what you want. WTH is what you get. As masks go down I see Two-faced masters Tell you, Good dog Go! Fetch the ball Come here, sit, Come on! Take a seat It's your last and final call Come, grab your treat   Once bruised, a neck Almost healed, Collar mark concealed What the heck! There's no leash, no more, Not even remote All day you scratch, piss,snore, And play Sometimes, you moonli...

Over the counter Waiting For my turn A tickle Tops my nose On a slow burn My eyes meet Hers, up-close My finger Swipes my nose Catching her Mirror me On the same beat Mimicking me… You are, are you? Did I enter the secret Door code; a cue? Temme… hey! A sheepish smile Was her only say I get my gate pass It was time, alas To go Oh, damn! How lame All I could ask, Was her name… #missedopportunity #h...

Hey, hello... hi While sipping chai A thought seeps in, my-my AI's the new samurai The new high A, and I The parade behind stirs a cry Ew! OUch! Why leave us dry Before bidding bye-bye Let me tell you with a sigh These words are mine, aye-aye Not written by AI. /*The rise of AI has left behind a hue and cry, amongst humans and vowels alike.*/ Credits: Written by Rupesh Mandal. Performed by AI voic...

Happy Children's Day. Every day. There is a childIn all of us. The true us. We needTo get in touch with. Reimagine. A new world. Together. Reimagine opportunities. Reimagine possibilities. Reimagine true change. Reimagine childlike. Written by: Rupesh Mandal

Some people like to think they are entitled without having done nothing their entire lives. This is someone I know. A fool.

A lament of the times. #India.

Dedicated to BoJo. Prime minister of Great Britain. Last seen on a bulldozer in India.

India is in the throes of fascism. Violent, state-sponsored thuggery and hate; the order of the day. Free speech and dissent are brutally curtailed. The poets are chained. The people voiceless. The great nation bereft of a happy hum.

A deep desire to start afresh, gain understanding, focus on self improvement, be caring, helpful, selfless and tolerant and, give something back to the world.

NPAs keep piling up but Indian Govt. is obsessed with NPR and NRC. If implemented, we'd be asked to put papers to prove citizenship. Instead, I put my pen to paper.

An encounter left the nation divided. Truth walks on no man's land. I rest my case. when justice is delayed, revenge is a dish served cold revenge is conceived giving birth to miscarriage of justice a good cop is a bad cop, sometimes, and sometimes a judge, jury and executioner with long arm of the law, above the law, you take the law into your own hands and pull the trigger to get even, to ge...

Hope is the last thing ever lost. Profound. a beautiful chaos a pretty mess much like love and life lipstick mark on her teacup brews a permanent mark on my heart the beauty spot on her deer neck makes a blind spot accident-prone glitters in those big eyes mirror the fire in the belly a strong mind sharp enough to give paper cuts gives up only to her big heart her smiling bye-byes make me sigh for...

An ode to embracing your inner child. I want to smile all the while   I want to cry squeeze orange peels in my eye   I want to run, go after a kite under the sun   I want to jump see the earth rotate, only to come back to the same place with a flump   I want to know why do fireflies in the night glow   I want to ask how hot remains hot and cold, cold in a flask   I want to shout from the rooftops...

All I wanted was to be in her good books. Today, she is a lost bookmark in my life. sometimes i wish i were the book you're reading holding my face you turn the pages of my heart wish i were the words see myself in your eyes when you run your fingers through my hair you whisper, read and i try to hear my name your sigh breathes life in me words that make you smile make you cry let you wonder a...

All we seek is permanence in impermanence.

Take a chair. Listen. Now, stand up and offer a two-minute silence for our democracy. Indian Politics is nothing less than a Musical Chair. Chair chair Musical chair Enough of solitaire Now vote for this funfair Chair chair Musical chair Play solo, or with an old pair State a sorry affair Chair chair Musical chair Bring your own armchair Even a wheelchair Chair chair Musical chair Everyone's a...

In the wake of the Me Too movement, giving a voice to women against consumerism, advertising objectifying women, eve-teasing, sexual harassment, workplace harassment, gender pay gap, gender inequality, domestic violence, cultural suppression of female sexuality, power dynamics in the bedroom, and ending with new product ideas for humanity. Body wash Will it scrub those Dirty looks And lustful star...

A bird who flew away would come back home someday. A flight of thought on brain drain, H-1B visa denials, and more. I board a flight of thought to the land of opportunity I take my seat, fasten my seat belt, put my mind on airplane mode the plane takes off up in the air outside my window of opportunity, the clouds clear; I see life is a runway not to run away there comes a turbulence, inside, with...

India isn’t the same anymore. We need to find our voice.

You think before you speak. You think before you act. But are they the same? We think We feel We say We do Seldom are they Aligned We think something We feel something else We say wise We do otherwise Sometimes we hide The truth Sometimes we Tell a lie Sometimes we tell half a truth To tell a lie Sometimes we lie To hide another lie Sometimes we help to help Sometimes we help to harm Sometimes we...

They say, only the 'truest of friends' and 'fiercest of enemies' come to Leh. Back in 2013, I spent a month in Ladakh to volunteer at a remote monastery teaching the little monks.

When it gets excruciatingly slow...