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"Future lies in our hands".
In our voice , shall we echo as one ,for the sake of dying humaneness. To create a world .which is  free from tangles of discrimination of gender,caste,creed,race,nation,status and religion - is the ultimate vision for future.


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                Soumya is a Digital Changemaker, Vocal Contributor and Community Champion of World Pulse.

REVOLUTIONARY PENS : The birth of ” Revolutionary Pens ” is for an unified purpose of the revolutionary artists around the world to create a world free from hatred, violence, discrimination, terrorism, politicization and transform it into a peaceful and humane world.
Artists across the globe are invited to share their respective thought provoking works here. It doesn’t lend any platform to artworks which include derogation, abuse of any form , nudity, violence , indifference, discrimination and lastly but not least plagiarism in their works.Amidst the world of chaotic noise and bouts of hatred , we the people of this world live in cocoon to free ourselves from these pangs and detach by ignoring the situation of the world. Issues are plenty ,but every problem shows the lack of inhumaneness in character and nature.
How has mankind moved in such a direction ,where we forget ,that we are humans and not cannibals or animals?
Strike a dialogue with others with your thought provoking notes, articles, poems, paintings, creations,photographs, editorials .
The group intends to bring together like minded artists and creators across the globe while creating a bond between each one of us to spread the word of peace and harmony through their respective works.
“A problem is a problem, will be a problem unless we don’t’ act upon it! “

Soumya is the Founder of the group Revolutionary Pens .



In modern times,
they puffed and smoked
the rings of callousness rose
Oh!  the well of grim
dark and deep

invisible to the naked eye of dreams
Forget the tinkling sound of coins
count later after a while
the paper and plastic cards tucked in wallets
In dearth ,
dugs and buries itself
the agony of human
losing humaneness…
the precious birth ,once they said.
now to hell with this birth…they aghast..
who curses?
 god or human?
control your tongue…
Tis’ spineless
wretched the destitute impoverish
selfish affluent
hold the cigar of humanity
between their lips,
hypocrite’ , cries the soul…
they laugh and smirk away.


O! thy waxed figurine,
How elegant is thine charm,
in eloquence thou speak few floral phrases
Alas, beneath the beatified layer
lies a cruel , barbaric heart!

When died thousands in ruined fields
spiflicated by calamities of
unquenched thirst
gazing at skies grey ,
 for few drops of water,
 Abhorred the clouds
the parched earth
trampled the soul of nameless peasants
beneath the burden
 of mint and hoarded grains
whose hands fed
the nation of hungry stomachs

O! Look he laughs, mocks at the helplessness
rocks his chair,
 The chief of tyrant men,
chewing the paan in his sour mouth
he gobbled the treasure
 of innocents
and slayed them.

The brilliant hues ,now somber
as radiant sun sinks in the horizon
snatching the light of lives
when abducted few girls
exhibiting signs of barbarism. .

Ignorant those meek ones, oblivious of the lurking signs,
O! They get crumpled, their attires rumpled…
where do they flee, which side and whereto?
Tis’ danger,
at every bend, in every mind,
be it foe or  a stranger

Forgets the human,
 hapless and the pitiable,
 in leisure he sleeps,
drinks in pleasure
while miles away , a barbed wire severed
Millions die within minutes,
shellings deafen the selfish ears

“Count the gains”, narrate rich nations
in powerful aria
a breakfast news , everyone watches
amnesiac those,
forget the savagery in few seconds.

In torn wraps of the cruel world,
screaming their hearts in desperate hunger
they share with a dying dog ,the only morsel
near their broken shelter.

amidst the concrete and glass ensemble
fears my soul in conjecture
live here mortal souls,
 immortal they think
is their embodied structure…
for power, fame& money, they fight
 and kill each other..
pity on the humans, disgusting is their shroud
 which cannot cover even their transgression?

Oh! Then ,
Why O! Majestic one,
what for I am here
On the blessed altar of earth
as a mortal, helpless kind,
a witness … mere
Why , then tis’ called the
precious gift,
A life full of  miseries,
 sufferings where are endless,
neither end to sins to be seen…
Ya! Speaks everyone…about world peace
from every nook and corner …
Where do thy think, shall we find it?
beneath whose grave
or memorial?

fragments  lying of those shredded bits of ataraxic
 reposes obscure
in which pit or tunnel
the vanished tranquil peace is hidden?




On streets forlorn
Walks the child, destitute
The infant of world’s destiny…

In rags torn
hungry and homeless
roaming through lanes
for a morsel!

The rulers sit on a lavish throne
speak high volumes of chore
actions fail to achieve
the child of world’s destiny
lives as a requiem…