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sunil saxena

Abstract Comedy

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sunil saxena

Abstract Comedy

Who Am I, What Am I

Who Am I, What Am I

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I am drama

I am, keep you guessing

You keep scratching your head

Some divine apsaras want to smash my teeth, inside out

I am the pain in the neck

They want to make my churan

I am the height of being the top of the tops, Nautanki - expert in giving acting performance any time, anywhere

I am the blowing wind

I am Mast Maskra – we make fun of you, but do not humiliate you, insult you


I am also soul

I am also sound

I am also the one

I am I

I keep the veil, over the depth of my existence

I am the blaze of the Sun

In the era of today, I am Nalla – day dreamer in the comfort and luxury of our home

I am also a poet

I am the essence of poetry of the Kavitas, Kalpanas, as well

I also just tread on one single beaten track

I am jovial in heart and mind


I am also angry

I am also peaceful

I am also soul, I am also Guru

I am also the bad boys

I am also the height of being, the top of the tops, Nautanki

I am also the player

I am also, we will not mend our ways

When we did not get spoilt, so how can we mend our ways

I am also force

I am also polite


Who am I, what am I, even I have not been able to decode fully

This is different era, different time

If someone can understand me, do let me know also

I bow in respect with folded hands

To the Devis, Mahadevis and the Anchors, the four directions

I offer my devoted homage to all, in all four directions

I am I, the only one of the kind

I do not point fingers at others

To point fingers is to abuse others

I do mast maskra, we make fun, but don’t insult you

I am also Nalayak – we do nothing and enjoy the life to the full, because of divine grace and Maa and Pa


We are the loved ones of the destiny

I am not Tamasha – we are not show off

I am the epitome of Shyness and turn in to an ocean of shyness

I am the liar

But I do not make false vows

We are the naughty beetles

I am also the script writer

Only, I forget my own script

This is the only shortfall in me

My regard and respect to the sons and daughters of the Michaels of the game


The players of the game

The masters of the game

The sound of the words of the soul, is in the cosmos

You heard the words, from the voice, of the Angels, the Davids, the Dynamos, of the game

The players of the game

The masters of the game


The Angels, the Davids, the Dynamos, of the game, can not recite the volumes from their mind

The sounds of the cosmos put the words in their mind to recite them to you

In their voice and from the pencil of the commentators

The sound of the words of the soul in the cosmos

Now stands confirmed, in the written words of the poem

Of the one, of the mind, of the soul

My regard and respect to all the players of the game

The masters of the game

I am I

Do not go anywhere yet

The picture is still to get over, my friend

The final is yet to be played


It is the script that is being played out in the world today

We will see – in time

Let the belief of the soul, the truth of the soul, come forth - in time

Soul is Cosmic

We are Cosmic - We are, We all

The final is yet to be played

I am I


Jai Hind, Shivay, Mahadev



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