Friday 15 September 2017

Syria, the world cries for humanity too


Newspapers paint a disturbing picture. A picture depicting melancholy, total apathy and disregard for humanity. We move from one news piece to another to place together the overall impact of ISIS crisis. To know that even a retreating terror army will leave deep gashes on the Syrian soul, body and mind. 

As a traveller, I always wanted to explore the Middle East including countries with rich history like that of Syria. But today, I read stories about its people. I always believed that a true traveller will be touched by every culture it encounters in his numerous journeys. I believe that travelling is futile if it doesn't teach you a lesson or two on humility. And today I stare at my cellular phone, reading long articles on the apathetic conditions of Syrian survivors. Is there any light for them beyond this dark tunnel? 
When and how will they 'move on'? The children who apart from losing their limbs have also  lost their precious, innocent childhood. Their innocence will never come back. 
But it will change them forever. And not every change in such situations is for the worst. They will now seek pleasure in simple joys of life. Nothing will scare them anymore. They will be true survivors. God bless these children!

Thursday 14 September 2017

Bharat 'aage' badh raha hai


Dekh rahi hu maula,
duniya ke rang badalte.
Is chalchitra par kabhi aise toh kabhi waise,
duniya ghum rahi hai.

Bharat badh raha hai aage shayad,
ya fir yeh sab ek Media Circus hai,
samay sabkuch batla dega.

Kaha ja raha hai yeh desh apna,
Bullet train ki seeti jaisa bhaag raha hai
Bharat apna. 

Kahe kavitri sab jan ko, 
sambhal kar rehna, 
Circus ke is mayajaal se.
Ring master chabuk ghumaaye, 
Daudaaye humain ek kataar main. 

Note badalte der na lagti, 
desh badalne ka intezaar hai.
Ab hamari saari jaankari, 
is sarkar ke paas hai.

Daudta rahe insaan,
Bullet train ki speed se. 
Yaha jaaye ki waha jaaye, 
hain hum toh isi Circus ki rekh main. 

Wednesday 13 September 2017

Sunset


There will be a sunset one day, 
hope it won't be alone. 
As the sky will turn golden in its last hours,
hope there is much to see.
Much to live before the sky turns blue. 

As I see my sunrise today, 
happy and glowing,
over a glorious future. 

But the sunset comes by quickly,
in the blink of an eye. 
Grab your piece of sand, 
for this time won't return. 

Making happiness is a farce, 
a lie we are meant to live. 
Live each day as it comes by, 
play along as life hits by, 
with a milliard of hues. 

Your greys, the mean reds and the sad blues, 
they all make a palette to live by. 
We are mortals in this world,
only memories live on forever. 

The words spoken shall reflect on our lives forever. 
We will open our lives then to those who seek us.

Long after we are gone. 
Long after the gold turns blue.
Long after the stars are out. 
Those who seek us, 
shall meet us. 


Thursday 7 September 2017

I need a fortune teller, a crystal ball


Fear tears me down,
Worries run down my eyes.
Dark and bleak,
You are fading away.
Can’t hold you enough,
Future looks bleak to me.

I need a fortune teller, a crystal ball.
Foretell me my destiny.
Are you in it with me?
Or will it be dark without you?

I need a fortune teller, a crystal ball.
Is this an augury?
Will I ever touch your softness?
My fears gnaw at me.
I would like to touch you,
Now and forever.

I need a fortune teller, a crystal ball.
Burn bright with me
Don’t fade away my love.
Feel my cry, O love.
Burn bright with me,
And light the future together,
Make our own destiny.

Wednesday 6 September 2017

We are travellers


We are all travellers.
Travelling through time,
through an empty space.

Connected with one end of breath to another.
We play our game of dots. 
We connect our dots,
one step at a time.

Lakes, rivers and oceans, 
Vast spaces within and without us. 
The mountains, rivers and space will stay the same;
for generations before us witnessed them
and generations after us will.
We will drift along,
One end to another,
One space to another,
One form to another. 

Dancing our way to the other end of this string,
the act shall end.
The stage will be razed.
But the circus will move on,
beyond my time and presence. 

I lay here today, I shall rest elsewhere tomorrow.
But rest I must and rest I shall
as the twilight shall come,
It always does. 

We are all travellers
Travelling through time.
through an empty space. 

Friday 1 September 2017

Dedicated to a little girl


Manzil badal gayi hai teri,
Raah main kuch kaante aagaye,
Zindagi jaisi sochi thi,
Ab use alag jeeyegi tu.

Zindagi ne jaldi zeher dikha diya,
Jaisa socha tha, use alag sheher dikha diya. 
College jaaungi main,
Doctor banungi main,
Ache ghar main shaadi karungi main.

Shayad ab alag hoga,
Shayad ab bhi doctor/engineer ban jaau,
Par logon ko alag nazariyen se dekhungi main,
Allah toh jaha tha wahi rahega, teri rehmat ko alag nazariyen se dekhungi main. 

(Dedicated to the little girl (Chashmawala family) who lost everything in Bhendi Bazaar crash on 31 August 2017)