Magar...

 Tuj se juda hone ka gham hota magar maine,

tere na hone ka jayaza khud ko hone hi na diya

Jaane ab main Kya dhundta hoon......

 

Jaane Ab main kya dhundhta hoon. 

Mere hone ka maqsad, na hone se toh behtar hai. 

Teri Ankhon mein us hone ki vajah dhundhta hoon

Main....

Ek mukamal mehtab dhundhta hoon

Baat karne ke liye ek baat dhundhta hoon

Tu taajir hai tera Haq hai, tijarat raat din karna

Main aatish hoon ek munaasib aaftaab dhundhta hoon

Maikad-e-Makbara

Maikad-e-makbara mera tasleem ho jaye.

Tu jis bhi taraf dekhe vo manzar haseen hojaye.

Main kafir hoon magar, ebadat teri, main bhi karta hoon

Ayate vo jo parte hai toh, shirkat main bhi karta hoon

Tere kabe pe mera Haq dil-e-momeen ho jaye

Maikad-e-makbara mera tasleem ho jaye.

Viral Vendatta

And on the 1st day, God Commanded, Let there be light! The divine light shimmered and struck the earth in its womb, giving birth to a flawless being, who would wander the vastness of its Mother

This being, a reflection of god, would begin its pompous journey,- a journey to satisfy its never ending thirst, and would soon come to postulate itself as the higher authority over all other beings. 

And soon it spreads!!, not akin to the shimmering beam of Light it had once cometh from, but it spreads like the virus, a deadly one, it spreads in the deep trenches of the ocean infecting everything marine, it then peaks to the highest mountain, polluting, melting and flooding everything serene. 

Then it climbs beyond the reaches of the immensity of the land, from one pole to another, stabbing it repeatedly, uprooting trees and planting buildings, drilling valleys and paving roads, crushing flowers, and stinging bees and stealing nectar. 

This unsatisfied, shrewd, loathsome creature squeezes the life out of the Mother earth, and she bleeds oil. It further curls to its mother's bosom, sigh! Not with affection, in-fact like a python, constricting its coils, around her, and all this while spewing poisonous gases, out of the combustion engine. 

This being spreads at a very high rate of virality, with every footprint it creates massacres, wars, until it disarms the mother of all its beauty and scars it for eternity. 

And, then the mother realises, it awakes to the bitter truth, that this seeming sea of motherly love, is nothing but a toxic mirage of gases-spread endlessly, and making a huge hole in her heart, reaching till the ozone. 

She then shows her wrath, and fights fire with fire, uploads an Antivirus -COVID19 to its mainframe, which starts removing the virus slowly. This Antivirus, locks down the deadly virus, in its core, stops the spread, halts its haste of destroying everything around it.

The mother in her Vendetta, wipes the smirk off the Face of this Arrogant being, and takes away its privileges and Higher authority.  

  

Descending Dissent

Testing times these are -I agree,

but they say we, of course need thee,

As though we were to be tied like cattle,

Tight lips, necks down, and follow unrattled.

A measure of a great democracy or good governance is
not that “we all agree” to policies,
programs or verdicts, but the correct measure is the
“ ease by which one can voice its dissent”.
I am not sure, what to make of the last few years of this government,
but the fact, that the Religion&Cast are the top measures,
while looking for a clear Mandate- is Horrifying.
To be honest, I am scared by the sheer audacity of these measures,
and how much they affect our presence in this world.

We have whole array of problems in this country
such as - health care, education, infrastructure,
Women Safety, Sanitation, jobs and more,
but none of these made it to the top of the list.
We have common issues, common pet peeves,
but somehow, we connect the most with
our dissimilarities. Moreover, when we voice the wrong doing,
we are termed as “Unpatriotic”.

We are the only nation where a Muslim is lynched,
and the perpetrators are slow clapped
to their way to the jail- and somehow killing a cow (an animal)
can result into an extrajudicial Death,
but killing a Man of a different faith- is applauded by garlands.

With the new government began- the era of descending dissent, t
he fact that we are either discouraged  by certain factions,
to disagree with the people who represent us,
the fact that we are disarmed by the truth and swayed,
so that we stay occupied in this so called rat race,
and only pick up our heads when our race/faith is in dire need,
and the fact that we respond and call it Honour, survival, religious sacrifice
or other fancy adjectives is nothing but a “charade”.

We know we are different, we understand that our difference defines us sometimes,
but we can’t forget that that our similarities unites us every time,
and I hope that we can remember that next time.
The descending dissent is the reason we see plummeting growth, fractured faith and
powerless electorate.

Hope @ Ransom

It's like a juggernaut,

heading right towards me,

And as it gets closer -there is nothing I can see.

It hurts before it hits me

I barely stand, and it sits me

Then it plunges through the dark mist,

I shudder and watch with my clenched fist.

At the speeds that I can't control,

The trajectory that I can’t fathom.

I feel like a captive -with my hope at ransom.

Admission seems as a likely answer

Giving up citing a funny banter,

Suggesting it was tough, it wasn’t meant to be, I wasn’t ready, it wasn’t for me.

Punched, battered, bruised and Chained

And they took that part and surgically maimed.

The part without which no part is whole

It’s a need for life and food for soul.

But I wasn’t the only one, there were others before me

They were put through the same, and yet they were free

Prison don’t stop us, peers do,

Ropes don’t tie us fears do.

For it doesn’t come easy, it’s an upward slope

The part which makes it a whole- Is Hope

Not Knot

No, not yet.

It’s a little hard to forget.

Not sure if we were ever meant to be

I see no light as far as I can see

I know I wasn’t ever longsighted

The present for me was always highlighted

Craziness is probably all ceased

The feelings, the love, kind of deceased

I remember when one drop of tear was plenty

But I can’t seem to,- this time ‘up the ante’

You come genuine, you seem fair

You have shown me enough care

But it’s like that outer skin has peeled

And I don’t like what that revealed

It’s just not the same, that’s what I fear

Whatever I feel now, is unclear

I don’t know where I have reached

I feel- tired, lost and impeached

I will hold the fort, I am clear

I won’t run along, at the sign of fear

But are you worthy, I can’t bet

No, knot yet…………………….