Saturday, February 13, 2016

Faith

My country,
Her lands are barely surviving, soil devoid of fertility
Some covered with buildings and others with pesticides
Rivers are dying and glaciers melting irreversible
Water that was once given as last drop for salvation
Is crying for its last drop !
I just don’t love my country!!!
I love my countrymen!
I love what is there – alive, breathing and looking with hope
My country was never a piece of land, she never had a boundary
She was always a concept and I still love that concept.
Bloody farce nationalists have made it a piece of boundary
People who don’t even have an idea how invaluable this concept is
Are trying to project themselves as its protectorate!
We can hide the filth but someone will have to clean it someday
We can deny the discrimination but someone will have to pay the price
We can ignore the hunger but can we send the hungry to gas chambers
How can I love my country?
We can broaden the road but what’s about our people who are sleeping on roadside
Someone can crush them under tyres and walk free
An abusive word in movie is against national culture but
Kids begging on the roads and busts visible from torn clothes
are national pride!
Here millions wait for days to get a bucket of water
while some wash not just the car but even the tyres with drinking water!
Forget about morality even legality is ignored!
Someone runs AC at 16 in summer and need a blanket
Others are fanning away the heat under the open sky!  
These hypocrite nation lovers!
They form societies want to save the city and the nation
But a different nation! And,
I cannot love that nation!
Millions are without roof, without proper clothes,
They have to sell land to get loved ones treated
Hospitals don’t have doctors, beds and nurses
Schools don’t have buildings and teachers
But we are making a Digital India!
I just cannot love this digital India!
It is such a fraud, such a farce!
Fire of hunger cannot be subsided by national pride
Plight of poor cannot be comforted by foreign reserve
Pain of getting a rail ticket is much times bigger than Visa hassle
Sobbing sound of army widows are more important than
Cheering crowed gathered inside random stadiums
How can I love the country until my fellow countrymen are fighting for a piece of bread!
This is not about one right now or the one in the past
This is just about a "concept" of a country!
My country was always a concept and will remain a concept! 
And I know there are enough believers to keep the faith going!!!

Saturday, January 16, 2016

सुनी - सुनाई

वो आये वो रुके और वो चले गए I
न जाने कितने कितनी बार आए,
कितनो ने क्या कहा और क्या क्या कहा !
सुनने वाले सुनते रहे क्यूंकि कान बंद न हो सके,
कुछ ने दोनों ही कान खोल दिए और फिर तो,
आई और गई की धाराएं चल पड़ी !
कुछ ने पुस्तिका खोली और कुछ ने तो कलम भी खोल लिए,
मानो इन धाराप्रवाह शब्दों के माने न बदल जाएँ !
कहने सुनने को जो भी था वो सब तो बोलने बहलाने में निकल गया,
दिमाग दिल पर भाड़ी पड़ गया और दिल बेचारा फिर से सती हो गया!
मन चंचल है और चंचल्ता छिप न सकी,
लाख रोकने पर भी जबान फिसल ही गया!
बात यूँ न थी की सजदे हमने न किये मगर क्या करें
खुदा ही बदल गया!
और हम फिर से काफिरों की महफिल में हो लिए I
रात के साये में जैसे आग भी दुबक गया,
सहर का मुँह तो राख भी न देख सका !
कुछ के ठहाकों में न जाने कितनी और आवाजें मिल गई,
मगर असीम प्रयत्नो के बाबजूद ये मिश्रण ही रह गए ,
काफी उलट फेर के बाद भी ये मिश्रण यौगिक न बन सके!
यही बात उस तिनके की तरह सहारा है जो उस ऋषि को डूबते समय मिल गया था !

Friday, January 15, 2016

Maaya

You have it and you still long for it
It appears somewhere far away, you know it is a mirage
You know yet you move ahead, just like your predecessors
“Maaya” my friend “Maaya”!
Loneliness is painful, it breaks your heart, and it drives you mad
But there is one thing more painful than this
It is the “feeling of loneliness” – yes my friend the feeling!
This truth makes you wear that mask of being a “friendly person”
The biggest deception my friend is when someone says – “ I am a friendly person”
Loneliness is not dangerous, if you know it is just “Maaya”
Ignorance overwhelms the heart with the “feeling of loneliness”,
And, this is my friend is the real end!
But there are some gifted ones my friend,
They leverage “Maaya”, they exploit it, they squeeze every drop of juice out of it
You can do it, its not very tough but this needs a change
You will have to first believe that it is “Maaya”!
Easier said than done my friend.
What makes it difficult you know my friend?
Humans are selfish – even a selfless act has a selfish motive.
The less powerful a human race, or sect or class or religion
The more selfish they would be!
It will take a while before you understand this because

It is “Maaya” my friend “Maaya” !

Sunday, November 29, 2015

U - Turn

I know it is hard, very hard,
Living like a wanderer, together yet alone.
We may have everything or a sense of everything;
In the end perception matters!
No one knows what goes inside your mind
You look ok, you look fine;
But I can sense it all - not everything is all"right".
We always do it for each other, that's how it has been since centuries
Are we really doing it on purpose or for a purpose!
I don't know what is going on, may be it is beyond my capacity to comprehend
But there are few things very clear, as clear as a droplet
We are still finding some reason to say something and anything
Let's hope, time or the vicissitudes of time, will lend something to that anything
Many of us, at least I, lost the courage, maybe we never have had one.
But I will not deny my denial for long very long,
I am hopeful may be the acceptance will bring some solace.
We always knew, without exception always knew and even reminded
It was and is a trap, a trap well known yet denied for long.
May be knowing alone was not sufficient or enough, or
Vastness of the road and absence of "a" roadblock created an illusion of continuity!
Some will claim to have felt and experienced many roadblocks and bumps
But these roadblocks served a different purpose - necessary roadblocks on a path of continuity!
This is my friend called "illusion" and that is why they are "illusions"!
There was no continuity, there could not have been a continuity!
Now I know this and so I can sense - not everything is "all"right!
But, this is not the end, not for at least some.
Let's take a different path, a path full of discontinuity
Let's not pre-meditate on "purpose", wait till it comes on its own
Let's not make our words a prisoner of reasons and logic - let's just say my friend!
We will kill the trap, we will make it disappear like a camphor .
It's going to be fine and everything "allright",
Happy fun, real smiles, and no more smiley my friends!
Still wandering but never alone....!!!!

 


 
   

  



You can be happy if you have either no brain or too much of it. Having anything in between is painful and dis-satisfactory. 

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Nice People and Poor Thing

Man or woman, doesn't matter
It's not gender sensitive, when it comes to that all but few are same
You can see it, all there, all around, just like algae.
They have a passion for poverty - they love poverty
They would go all the way to make poor feel poor.
They want to help, always eager to help
Things who are in no position to offer any competition
They don't like competitive world for those things
They invite suggestions, they are very welcoming for others viewpoints
What confirms with already decided, find the right path,
Others are "very good point", left for the not so good people.
They work for social good, they love self-less people!
They encourage right habits, promote best approaches to live life
Though they have never spent a night in that life!
Laughing is good for health and they want them to laugh
Crying is good for eyes so don't feel bad if you cry
Savings is a good habit as it helps in later age - "shame they drink and don't save"
The list goes on and on and on...
It is just a matter of time,
One day one among those "Poor Things", will get to know the real thing
Even imagination is scary, it can be bloody really bloddy..!!!!



 


Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Genuine

He said it. He pretended it. You tried to make it look like genuine so that you would make him feel good. He felt good. He was very happy. He had a party time. You are bloody sitting quietly. You are relishing the moment - you felt good, you have won a battle. You have defeated someone by making him look victorious. You bloody ..!!!