My eyes are witness

My eyes are witness to a holy place where children are sitting with no clue of fate. Standing next to the flawless Ganga one mother is screaming for her lost kid, a man who thinks begging in the name of god is his prime duty and one who is wearing a tatter cloth with a single shoe in his beauty. I asked some kid where do they belong? said with a  grim smile “we scatter on earth for our livelihood, where we eat is our permanent roof”, some are unaware of our manmade alphabet, some are only aware of that place where they slept.

My eyes are witness to those in clover pandits, who says “Infatuation is all illusion”. One who is working day and night, sweating so far and worship at a time, got nothing more than a hopeless light. I asked the pandit about the point of sacrament, where tons of fruits are gifted to a statue and one is not getting a bite of food? He muttered that “mantra behind this gap, is all in God’s lap, the karma you did when last born is the logic behind this can of worms” all were coated in a saffron piece, only few were  committed with the actual service.

My eyes are witness to soulful lovers who never have love for their only mother. Spending date in a posh restaurant, promising of love goal but no rent, this is my girl is a loud shout, his happiness as her fate all girls allows. I asked a young couple what is commitment? They answered in a confident voice, “I wait for his calls day and night and I wish that her wait will never last a while, our relationship is a living example of our commitment and our togetherness is of our mutual terms and condition” valentine is near, celebrating the whole week, rarely remembering parent’s day and it’s zeal.

My eyes are witness to those gender contradictions which leaves one fall into the depth of estimation and left another with a prestigious creation. Comparing themselves in the global articulation, he talks of his muscles, logic and callous, her thought of  crux, inclination and diligence. I asked a professor what is genderism? He replied in a straight face, “maleism is when men cogitate their work in count  and feminism is where women are considered no less along, “ all those comparison are in virtuality, their existence is actually in parity.

My eyes are witness to those angry vultures who takes violence and abuse in their culture. Speaking in front of their mother and sister, victimizing other’s mother and sister, they think that’s the coolest thing. I asked one guy why these slangs are so effeminate? He replied in his carcase, “because females are like diamonds and it’s their privilege to let us broke their hymens” what a nasty world’s phase, even girls are talking the same slang calling it fair shake”.




स्वतंत्र भारत की ओर….


Flags of Countries Animated Three Colors as Flags of India Symbol ...

आज़ादी से मिली जीत, क्यों न फिर से मनाए
वो लहू जो बह गए रो कर क्यों गवाये?
आखिर हम ही तो है हिंदुस्तान के परिंदे
क्यों न बीती हुई बहादुरी को फिर से आज़माये!
चल एक कदम और दो कदम की ओर बढ़ाये,
इस स्वतंत्रता दिवस पर स्वतंत्र विचार रखने की कसम खाये।

७१वी स्वतंत्रता दिवस की हार्दिक शुभ कामनाएं।



The day we will meet

will be the day death embrace us.

The last of the last breathe

will make the heaven around,

Encroaching each other’s soul

like made for enlightenment.

They said set for ‘asset’

for the whole continent.

The coinage is cold to escape

our love in-between the cage,

Encouraging each other’s sacrifice

like made as assonance.

The minute was worthless

but seconds will be divine.

The often scars will turn

into the mark of loyalty,

encrypting each other’s infinity

like made for being monad.