If Not Now…Then When Shall We !!

If Not Now…Then When Shall We !!

 

Entire sovereign is favouring inaction, indeed party to crime

Everywhere, there is bloodshed, corrupted every mind

There is an impenitent dance of selfishness ‘n’ indifference

Marginalized is the common man, slighted is womankind

 

If we don’t fight for our rights now, then when shall we!

 

Powerful afflicting the weak, making them weaker

Wealthy becoming wealthier, one third still below poverty line

Enslaved, living a life of untouchables and maligned

Screaming for justice, do we heed them whine

 

If we won’t hear them cry, then when shall we!

 

Every religion ‘n’ caste is brewing hatred ‘n’ crime,

Common man so timid and scared, turns an eye blind

Few raise voice are singled out, pay price of being kind

Deprived of justice, subjected to more barbaric crime

 

If we still don’t raise our voice, then when shall we!

 

Media makes a news churning machine, chases TRP rates

The more sensational it is, more it sells in the race

People suffer from social amnesia; issues are dozen a dime,

Fast paced life, refuses to pause, fatigued by daily grind

 

If we don’t move now, then when shall we!

 

Honour for women, pride for daughters, is what we’ve been vying

Youth immersing in drug menace, hope of India’s dying,

Children of today, are future of tomorrow, is a forgotten rhyme

Caste still leads, power still rules, superstitions still haze our minds

 

If we don’t woke up still, then when shall we!

 

Where are those, whose senses are alive ‘n’ blood is still warm

Those brave hearts, who’re willing to fight ‘n’ await a new dawn

Who claim to be nimble n awake, need to create a storm

Those erudite, who dream and strive for a reform

 

If it’s not time to wage a revolution, then when shall we!

 

 

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Have I Lost my Poetry !!

Photography by Tejas Singh

Photography by Tejas Singh

Have I Lost my Poetry !!

 

Have run out of ideas, disarray are my thoughts

I have lost my words and dreams, gamut of writing art

Which earlier was my forte, I used to razzmatazz 

Too numb to feel anything, the Poetry is lost……..

 

There is no fresh inspiration, to well up the drought

The ocean is dried up, once was so deep n vast

Need to reignite the fire in my frozen heart

Its not the one which flows in veins, but burns you red hot

 

All the stories I nurtured all along, are vent n exhaust

I keep going back to the same beliefs and dreams, once envisaged

Letting the same emotions flow, over n again the canvas and collage

Have I devoured the skill of rhyming or all my creativity is lost……..

 

For once I have to feel so strongly about something

A new idea, a new feeling or a novel thought

For once again I need to connect to my soul

Feel the passion and not let it perish or rot………….

 

Poetry gives me joy n my sense of attainment

 Enlightens my eyes and enlivens my heart

Can’t wait till I get some fresh air to breathe

So let these feelings be the source, to let the stream start…..

Yes! I am very biased !!

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People often complain that I am very biased

I play favourites, some of them even voice

Rarely do I reward, seldom have I admired

I don’t promote their work, to have ‘em recognized

 

Yes I admit! I am very biased

I have no qualms to claim, selectively do I admire

I do reward merely and occasionally

I do appreciate measly and miserly

 

Well, I am inclined towards those

Who endow their mind and heart

Who want to make a difference

Passion is their fuel, excellence be their art

 

Commitment and honesty be their natural class

Solidarity is their aim, Winning is their cause

Genuine contribution be their hallmark

No ill intentions, their work is no ersatz

 

I do have special affection for those

Who break inertia and make new rules

Intrinsic desire to grow n evolve

Are the values they acquired in school

 

Special affinity I behold for those who follow ‘the right’

Innovation n creativity is their mental diet

For they are the ones who’ll grow, in stature n length

They are my weakness n they are my only strength

 

I value exceptional work, mediocrity’s not my style

I reward one true great step, than several trivial n trite

Innocent n curious minds, sparkle in their eyes

Ready to learn, open to collaborate, is all that’ll suffice

 

I detest crafty actions

I despise sham n fancy footwork

I don’t approve of selfish motives

Shorn of co-creation and worth

 

I choose n espouse those who aspire and yearn

Commit to excel and rectitude they adorn

I own these seeds and water them with fervour

Take a bet on them, their success is my endeavor

 

If you want to be my star

If you wish to win my soul

Have good intent; just strive for your best

Learn to be true to your role

 

Inertia !!

Today, like every other day

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I open the newspaper…

A homicide case

19 year old

An honour killing

A student committed suicide

In campus ragging

Rupee falling

Inflation rising

Political parties busy in

Hoarding and mud slinging

 

I open my window…

A factory exhaling smoke

Engulfing the slum

Ever so widening

Carcinogenic fumes

Lung cancer increasing

Amongst the slum dwellers

Insanitary conditions

Reeking and stinking

Poverty line stretching

 

I open my door….

And let my maid in

She is pregnant again

I think its 6th

Their ever proliferating offspring

I have stopped counting

Education becoming dearer

Job opportunities extinct

 

I open my garage….

Get inside my car

Fuel needle dropping

Almost collide

A vehicle over speeding

On traffic lights

An unkempt, shabby kid

Window pane tapping

Beggary is the only industry

Flourishing n thriving

 

I open my mind….

I shut my eyes

What are we doing

To ourselves

To our new saplings

To our mother earth

Ozone diminishing

Corruption full swing

Amassing concrete and polyurethane

Losing our green

Proliferating exponentially

Resources depleting

What the hell are we doing

 

God save us

From our own species

Our unchecked greed

To exploit n succeed

Our unquenched lust

For power ‘n’ feat

To fleece ‘n’ cheat

Our mental myopia

Indifferent and boorish

Let me do something

 

I open my desk…..

Papers in piles

Emails and files

A staff member to penalize

Target to meet

A boss to please

No time to think

A hectic day isn’t it

And I get busy

Doing more important things !!

Calling….

After fifteen years, I realized why she had cautioned me.

We all have fire inside us!  We all desire to quench our childlike curiosity. We have ability to dare, to learn and practice new things. But as we grow we are taught to follow the prefigured system and make safe choices instead of following our heart. Before we realize we have already fallen prey to the snare laid across the paths already stridden and thence our fire is extinguished. So was mine.

I was happily married with two beautiful children and a caring spouse who was ascending the corporate ladder successfully. I too had a decent part time job to keep myself busy and contended till my children were away to school.

What more can one ask for!

It was a life of most of us and there was nothing wrong with it. However, in the midst of all this, I was restless…… I was happy, contented, going with the flow yet restive!

What happened to my promise I made to Achala!

Where was that little girl who had dreams in her eyes and a warrior’s spirit to realize them.

A suffragette by birth who wrote a poem at sixteen, waging her war against God for not giving women an equal status in the world, while her classmates were batting eye lashes to potential baits.

What was my Calling…..So I picked up my pen after several years and wrote again that night.

Calling….

I am walking in a crowd

With myriad of people around

Walking in different directions, at different pace

As if it was a race

 

There are moments of achievements

There are moments of togetherness

There is mist and there’s fog

There’s fear of getting lost

 

While making some and am breaking some rules

Getting my applaud and also getting ridiculed

An angst, a desire

There’s hope n there’s despair

 

A strange restlessness, something I need to attain

It’s a life we all live, not that I complain

It’s a bitter sweet journey with loved ones, yet there’s a pain

A longing for something, a feeling of vain

 

Want to find my path, my stance and life’s pure meaning

Why I am here, where do I belong and what’s my true calling

Oh tell me, up there, show me my goal

Take my hand and lead me, closer to my soul !!