Tuesday, 31 December 2019

revolution

The start of something
A revolution 
Is one of many
Only solutions.
The world may believe
In devolution 
But the only way
Is evolution.

Monday, 23 December 2019

fighting superstition

Now, consider the case of pets dead,
If you jog your memory then you will get
That animal sacrifice, a thing of the old
Is a black magic person's power shown.
So hundreds of sweet felines, canines 
Were served up in the name of good 
To blind and sever the very fabric that holds
Our faith in ourselves, God and our hold.
Many fighters to fight this superstitious trend
Have also gone before us, let's not forget;
So to scare the shit out of us all
Some dear dear creatures also we lost.

a thing to consider

In this world of total pretence
There are men who lay down
Their lives in the end.
An important thing to consider
Is that Osama watched 
Tom and Jerry too.
You find it difficult to believe?
Well, it's not a lie 
For if you try
It will appear on google too.
So soldiers wield guns,
And so did this man,
Who is worse,
Us or them?
Well, the worst for me
Is the man who heaped gold
To cause this peaceful war
For which lives have been torn.
He didn't pick up a gun
Or say such a word
Because in his capitalistic world
Capital punishment does exist.

Premium G

There was once a man, he called himself free,
Premium was his name and in his heart he was G;
He talked of amassing a heapful of gold
And they tore him down for they couldn't be sold.
He quietly went incognito and yet prepared 
Himself for mapping technoloG to spread;
Now, think for once in this jokeful sarkar
Who was once premium and now doesn't utter a word?

Saturday, 21 December 2019

We the rulers

It started with a group of crazy sycophants
Probably not hand-in-glove, but able to stand
This close-eyed, wrathy sample of a man
Who wove lies to be told to usurp the land,
This land from where once we arose
This land that's ours which we composed
This fresh, now concrete, smelling soil
That we, we, we sunk into and toiled;
This story lest we forget
Of how the stars showed us
Two of a mind, but separate,
Brought down together as two crumbling vacant towers;
Now, somehow I believe in this alignment of the stars.
So I appeal to this glittering sand of god
That to see this we witnessed again jalianwallah bagh;
Never again may honest, earning men
Have to exchange their blood to later repent;
Today, even though a brainwashed mass
Says this is wrong, as citizens protesting is not our task!
I pray that as my land again awakes
Tomorrow it's children will never ask
If we played a hand, and all wore a mask?
In this land which they say is built on prejudices
May we never again, forget our right to rule
As the cultivators of this soil, not silent mules.

-- clearly inspired by Rabindranath Tagore (Amra Shobai Raja)

victory

Today, I am numb, but awake
The kind of wakefulness
That let's me play charades
With shadows, forgiving
As the shell breaks
And slowly I stand
Tall, but so small
A voice
But no noise
For the sweetest
Words
From these lips
Today
Seem like
A cry
A massive cry
Of human revolution 
Surrounded
Surrounded
Surrounded
By shattered boundaries
Even though
The station is low
It is now
Or never
Each in his own
But common
In intent
Good or bad
Sad or happy
This is victory
Victory for all.

Thursday, 19 December 2019

My land of no fear

The lies we told ourselves yesterday
Are transformed into the one truth today,
Now, never again, never again
Will the lie be weighed as such,
Never again will there be yesterday's pain.
Today, from just a few weeks past
We carried the hatred from that lie in our heart
That melted into  a loud sweet melody
Just this moment. Noted for eternity.
But lest we forget in today's Joys 
The truth Dawns, and we bust sinister ploys,
 The heavy burden carried off our backs
Let's remember the cost of a well-told lie.
Because now again it has already begun
The mongering of falsities that were then spun 
Let's hold this moment, etch it clear
That the truth prevails in my land of no fear.

Monday, 16 December 2019

I was walking by the road

I was walking by the road today,
A temple, a church, a mosque
All within arm's sway;
I thanked my lucky stars to god
Of what secularism my country has got.
There sat in line young boys and girls
With myriad flowers In baskets left,
I kept my word to those children and availed
Ten rupees worth of flowers for myself to pray.
Quite absent-mindedly after paying my due
I took one petal and crushed it in my hand,
And one young girl with a twinkle in her eye
Said: "They smell sweetest when crushed, try again."
But if we had not built places to worship
And carried the prayers all in our heart
That petal on that flower wouldn't be nipped
From its bud, and we'd pray to the flower.

Sunday, 8 December 2019

on an ordinary day

In November we saw some rain
Through June July so on
But December is not the same.
In January my heart was broken
I mingled around till it was stoken;
In January next year I hope to God
There's no disruption to this December cloud 
Of fumes, not golden, a bleary sea
Through to December 2050
I hope for a better we.
I did not know in Jan what 
December would bring
But in 3060 I know
Humanity will sing;
The hunger today that causes us pain
Will then be just like last month's November rain.