Tuesday, 30 January 2018

WOUNDS THAT BLEED FOREVER

How would you feel when you see a three year old child brutally raped by 29 years man ( a father of two children) ? She is in emergency ward unknown with the truth what has happened to her. She is even unknown with the term "rape". Child is continuously bleeding for months. She needs treatment, medicines, operation but doctors avoid the treatment because she belongs to a poor economic background and father is going pillar to post for her treatment? Can any thing sincerly happen in this nation or you always need social media viral posts, videos and visuals to show how brutal the incident was?
 It seems rape is okay in this nation. You can boycott a legal inter caste marriage but you can not boycott rapists. You can boycott a movie but not rapists. And what kind of parents they are who are ready to marry their daughters to these rapists? If rape laws can not be ammend in this country, why we need this democracy, politicians, bureaucrats, judiciary and administrators?
My friends often ask me why I am losing faith in humanity, people and system. This is the reason my friends. We meet rapists often. We meet corrupt leaders often. We meet people who brag of their culture but hardly fight for wrong. We meet men who abused their wives. We meet girls who trapped guys and made them suffer under POCSO. And above all we rarely meet wonderful people who put their heart and soul for betterment of this nation that is still enslaved by corrupt system.

Friday, 27 October 2017

Living on the Edge

Lost & Scared in this chaos,
Now it has been a disorder,
Ignore me if you can,
Choose me if you are a man,
Living on the edge,
A dusky demon inside us is caged,
When your silence is outraged,
As dry as a withered sedge,
Some where heart cries,
Inside you just see a smoky sky,
All you wish to bid a good bye,
Days are changed in nights,
Every thing that you left behind,
Questions the way how you have been blind,
Empty souls wear the masks,
It is hard to complete daily tasks, 
Going away from home,
Coming back to home,
Becomes the routine of life,
You are lost in a fragile materialistic strife!!

Saturday, 21 October 2017

We all are killed by each other,

So this is trending HASH TAG Me too. Some one screen shoot your post with out permission is
Punishable against provision IT Act section 43A sharing of personal information without permission from the data owner) and then abusing you. Some social media feminists are  abusing females and calling their bad names if she does not support Me Too trend. Then there are pages like "N@@ch○ BC and MC", whose names end up abusing a mother and sister. They also support HASH TAG ME TOO trend and abusing, harassing some males/females who do not appreciate this trend. 

First of all, for me it is not a trend. If you are really dealing with sexual abuse victims then you would get to know it is not a trend, any thing that gives some one too much pain, a feeling of stigma, abuse, mental health problems, spoil some body's childhood or ruin a life. It is not a fashion to say " hash tag me too",. We are not greeting some one Diwali or Holi saying " me too". I respect various perspective. For me it is very insensisitive to say " me too", because it is trending and for me it can never be a trend if it ruined a beautiful part of your life, followed by hating human beings or a particular gender. 

Women are ruined by males,
Men are ruined by females,
Transgender were ruined by both,
We all are ruined by each other,
Then there is humanity,
In this gender war,
We are killed by each other,

Wednesday, 18 October 2017

School Days

We are lost,
Some where in this crazy world,
We had a childhood together,
That part is a memory forever,
I do miss old times,
When we were together,
Every morning we greeted,
We let the seat vacate for each other in all morning classes,
The lunch that was packed for the noon,
We often finished it in 2nd class,
Do you remember?
That Hindi teacher,
Did not her Hindi left us speechless,
Or that history teacher,
That never tired of telling stories of kings,
Oh my dear!
Do not we miss that time,
Every morning we greeted,
Vacating seats for each other,
Yes! You were the monitor of class,
The way you scolded roll no 22,
Do you remember her name,
We talked about PHDs,
Getting old we will be a doctor,
And then we dropped the idea,
Still you always wished to be a doctor,
You followed your path,
You became what you wanted to be,
I feel proud to tell your name,
When I am in a crowd,
I proudly tell them my childhood friend is PHD,
Still I miss that little friend of mine,
You remember how we met,
How we became best friends,
I remember every little thing,
We were soul sisters,
We are still soul sisters,
We will be soul sisters,
I miss old version of my sister,
Oh my dear!
You remember all the fights,
You did for me,
I do remember every bit of it,
I do remember every bit of our childhood,
The way we said good byes at the end of schools,
Do you remember that old cycle,
That school room,
Though we have been grown up now,
Busy with our lives,
May be we are not busy,
Like every grown up boy and girl,
We are lost,
We did expect things,
Now we have almost all of them,
But still we are lost,
Now come again here,
Let us come back again,
In that old time,
Those little girls that we used to be,
Those small hairs,
Those white dresses,
We were angels
,
We still like white,
And the world says,
Wear colours,
But I miss white,
Every bit of it makes me pure,
Let us come back again,
Let us travel few mornings together,
Let us bring thosw afteenoons back,
Bring me those evening backs,
Those landline calls,
The days we had no medium of communication,
Still we were too close,
Now we are every where,
Still we do talk in weeks,
Oh my dear!
Bring me the days back,
Bring back that childhood,
Bring back those school days

Tuesday, 17 October 2017

ROBBED

Away from books,
I do not know what to look,
With out thoughts,
My soul is drought,
Day was robbed,
Night was sobbed,
On a pillow,
By dawn I was low,
Tears soaked in the bed sheet,
Secrets were wrapped in flesh & meat,
Lost in my own land,
I was left like a sand,
Some other day I will come again,
For now how to tell my mourning brain,
Why it lament,
For what it torment.

https://www.stoho.in/wys/view/9487 can read the poem here on website.

Sunday, 10 September 2017

Raat Sayah Si

Ye Raat Sayah Si,
Ye Raat Bawal Si,
Ye Raat Sawal Si,

Kuch Thehri Yaadein,
Kuch Bhuli Baatein,

Ye Man Ka Rog Hai,
Is Rog Ka Koi Maram Samjhe Nahi,

Khayalo Mai Tut Ke,
Sawalo Mai Chutt Ke,
Ye Raat Bebasi,

Koi Samjhe Nahi ,
Koi Jane Nahi,
Ye Haal Behaal Saa,
 Ye Adhura Mera Sawal Saa!!

Monday, 14 August 2017

Ek Khayal

Naa Chaand ruka,
Naa raat ruki,

Na khayal ruka,
Na yaad ruki,

Na raah ruki,
Na majil ruki,

Jo khona tha so kho gaya,
Jo paas tha wo bhi dur gya,

Faila k haath jo rokte rahe,
Duaa ki tarah jo maangte rahe, 

Wo naa ruka,
Wo na jhuka,

Ek nashA tha dheere dheere utar gya,
Ek bawal tha jo dheere dheere hal hua,

Kuch taaarein tute,
Kuch haath chuttee,

Ek hasti gum hui,
Ek masti kal hui,

Naya jo savera hai,
Us mai kahi nahi basera hai,

Fir laut jaane ko,
Fir maut aane ko,

Bas ek fir fir se kehne do,
Hum jaise hai hume waise rehne do!!