Identity

With deafening laughter and threatening voice,
He asked "Who are you?", "Where do you belong?"
Tremble voice: "I am the downtrodden one, who lives in the dirty pavements"
Left for experiencing nothingness sans agitation,
A one who is forbidden to a good night and a share of sweet dreams,
Waiting more and more for a kind visage,
Alas! each day leaves with never ending pangs and screams...
I let you exploit me, to crucify my tomorrow,
Held your promise of bright future alongside the sorrows,
You always had something to take and meagre to offer,
I belong to you and each one who dwells in comfort because of my hardships,
Call me a labour, toiler or a slave,
Bleed me to death with your coward whips,
At last the mockery must die, I leave like a martyr,
To your decayed rule; mark my last good bye.

Footsteps of Revolution

If we closely study Indian government’s state of affairs in the current scenario, then we can surely say that India is leading towards the verge of a civil revolution, taking little steps, within the strata of the corrupt society.

In realistic terms, corruption is the most threatening factor amongst all the other ones like poverty, illiteracy for the growth of a country. Corruption can destroy the development of country on a wider level which would lead to the damage of country’s resources as well as people’s faith in the so called rubber stamp government.

Every now and then, the country is caught up in one or the other scam. Be it CWG, 2G or ISRO Spectrum scam, it is the common man who ends up paying for all the loses covered under the said scams. India is developing in terms of economy, infrastructure, education, technology but the demon of corruption is making the future of the country blurred and shattered. While looking at inflation it is quite clear that the government had failed on the face in setting balances between supply and demand of commodities on which the economy rests.

The root cause for corruption getting mightier is commendable contribution of the corrupt officers, who are handling high posts and are bestowed with strong connections with the help of our very own elected politicians.

People like Anna Hazare, Medha Patkar dared to raise their voice against the rotten government system and it does evoke a ray of hope among millions of Indians that may be one fine day the disease named corruption can of course be cured. India being eaten up by the corruption bug, a revolution like Tahrir Square is not an utopian concept for the country anymore.

If a civil war or a Tahrir Square like revolution is what the country is leading towards, then  it is high time for the Indian government to  curb the corruption as early so that the damage to its image could be  lesser.

Beginning

Amidst the clouds,
May be deep down in the blue ocean,
The beaming light,
Brings me out of the runic darkness


Wherever I may be,
Opening my wings in air,
Or floating in the water,
The light guided me,
How far I went, hardly matters....


Can hear the soothing lullabies,
Can see the butterflies in my dreams,
Can taste nectar of love,
This is where I belong,
This is where the heart stops beating,
This is the place, where the journey begins.

Mirror pieces

He wrote as she left..

It's not that I see me only in the broken mirror pieces,

The only mirror I had in my cluttered room.

Holding reflections of our togetherness and confinement in each other;

How we fought, wept over the dreams shared;

And how as the sun set, you caressed and cared.

I am not alone in the shattered pieces at a closer look;

Our world was tore apart, dreams were rotten and you were off from the tangled emotional hook.

As it is broken I am in trance,

Mirror reflecting a less of you and more of me was broken,

I did for you dearest as a goodbye token.

Let it rain…

Walking alone amidst the known faces,    

Chasing your memories, I leave the chaos behind and try to leave no traces.

Those careless whispers, half sung song, drizzling of tears, amused world of dreams and may be some unsaid fears…

All the doors to you are locked; I wonder if I could ever unfold those unsaid verses of agony.

How life creeps and crawls sans the bonding;

How memories tread the path and ends up haunting.

Let the doors be closed, let no air come inside, let no voice to be heard, but;

One fine day, I shall meet you; bringing down the clouds for you.

Why only drizzling? At last no doors are left locked.

Let it rain, let it rain…… I am home.

Photomontage

Women Power 

Contribution to hunger chart

Bus ride for all

Timeless Love

Stranded

Constrained

Suffering from cricket.................

We had an early pack up today. Hurrah! It is Indo-Pak match. We all are dedicated patriots of our motherland from the last week or so. Cricket enlightens our inner vision of unity, integrity and what not. It’s been a week or so that many of my kith and kins were getting goose bumps with the very thought of our loving country defeating the adorable rival. Shedding all the apprehensions I too started off on a positive note. Like always we will surely win (optimism).

Everyone in India has got their own personal expertise on the Cricket. They know it better that how the behaviour of pitch is going to change, what the batsman must be thinking, what does the bowler’s expression mean and how the hell that umpire could go biased with the player. (Thank god to the option of review now!!). So without getting too much vague, let’s take a u turn to the topic. We all are excited, we all are hopeful and for a day at least we are geared up for celebration and a feeling of ecstasy.  At times one gets a feeling that this game has the power to take the whole country towards a verge of some revolution. It has got the magnetic power to conquer you and your inhibitions as well. (I know, might be exaggeration but I did think so!!). In a sense it inculcates a feeling of unity and togetherness every now and then, whenever we are caught up diseases varying from diplomacy, hypocrisy, cowardice or may be some fraudulence at times.

While summing up, the bottom line remains that under any given situation, it’s always a pleasure to say “Just taking an off yaar, I am suffering from cricket and thank god I don’t need to be cured”.