Two Equal Halves

Equal doesn’t have to be identical If it was so… The ether was similar to earth The fire and water were akin Like two fraternal twins The Yin and Yang stood for the same Not symbolizing the duality…

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A DESIRE OR TWO…

A desire or two

Browbeaten and bottled up

Secured safely, archived in the cellar

Lost sight and forgotten

Under the dusty layer of clay.

 

A hankering rambler

Wanting to quench

Opened the window of the cellar

Taking a sneak peek

Into the watering hole, well arrayed.

 

Entering the dark corners

Damp and musty

Stirring the long trapped

Air inside

The wanderer found his quay.

 

The tightly shut cover

Loosening its grip wanting to breathe

Got a whiff of the vintage spirits

Intoxicated and provoked

Nudged the lid away.

 

Losing the cover

Laid bare the desires

No longer caged and bedevilled

Leapt out of control

Slid and had their way.

Love

Love… Someone define I haven’t felt for a while Haven’t heard for sometime Haven’t seen it kindle The spark of late Transpiring the emotion Connecting the soul mates So celestial but blind To the r…

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Love

Love…

Someone define

I haven’t felt for a while

Haven’t heard for sometime

Haven’t seen it kindle

The spark of late

Transpiring the emotion

Connecting the soul mates

So celestial but blind

To the reason, corollaries

Just flows in songs and rhymes

Yes Love, sublime

 

Hey someone just whispered

The word Love again

Is it the one that resides

In the glint of eyes

Radiance of the halo

Colour of the blush

Gets etched on the heart

Engulfs in its gush

Whelms you to the core

Sways with its unimpeded flow

Makes your soul soar

Ah Love, divine

 

I reached out for a deeper view

Nothing of the ilk or hue

Oh, it was something else

But love

A need, a want, a greed

Sense of possession, conceit

Nothing selfless, nothing unconditional

Totally measurable and transactional,

Pragmatic, tangible

No Love, Sigh

 

Still aching to discover one day

Love as they say

Without a trace of alloy

Changing its properties

In its chaste form

No conditions , no norms

No similes, no metaphors

No whys, no wherefores

Only pure ore

No substitutes, no pseudonyms

Just Love, no synonyms

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!

 

 

Yet Another Women’s Day !!

Women’s day again and we have the same agenda to steer….

Today again after decades, I reminisce a beautiful verse written by a highly acclaimed, prominent woman novelist, and essayist Amrita Pritam. She was a leading 20th-century poetess of Punjabi language –.. .My grandmother used to often recite her verse remembering the atrocities caused to women at the time of India Pakistan partition…

Aj aakhan Waris Shah nun kiton kabraan vichchon bol,
Te aj kitab-e-ishq daa koi agla varka phol..
Ik roi si dhi Punjab di tun likh likh maare vaen,
Aj lakhaan dhian rondian tainun Waris Shah nun kehn..
Dharti te lau vaseya, kabran paiyyan chon, Preet diyan sehzadiyan ajj vich mazaaraan ron..
Ajj sabbe Kaidon ban gaye, husan ishq de chor, Ajj kithon le aaiye labh ke waris shah ik hor..

For those who don’t understand Punjabi, an attempt to translate above stanza in English ….

Today, I call upon Waris Shah, “Speak from your grave”
And turn today the book of love’s next affectionate page
Once, a daughter of Punjab cried and you wrote a wailing saga
Today, a million daughters cry to you, Rise O’ Waris Shah!!
Today all have turned Quaidons, the tormentors of love and beauty,
Where can we find another one like Waris Shah who could cause a revolution with his poetry

Ironically, after more than six decades this verse is still as apt to our ever globalizing country and progressive society as it was when we were a conservative and right-winger society. I often wonder we are the most hypocrite society who shows respect for fairer gender only in scriptures and sculptures in temples. The moment we step out of the holy places on the road back into our houses, to our work places, we adorn our bigoted instincts and assert our power on weaker sections.

Male female ratio, women education percentage, gender neutrality and inclusivity, crime against women… you pick up any census… at what pace are we growing. While we claim to be the next big economic power in the world, we have a huge land to cover. Essentially, the status of women is the reflection of state of development of any country.

Unfortunately, we all know that we have a law in the country which cannot protect its little less than half the population. We have a constitution which cannot ensure equal rights of freedom to women. A government which takes its own pace and time to confront such crimes and police that starts reacting only when masses come on the road to protest. Does this really guarantee any solution to this problem, I am not hopeful.

So friends!! we have to make a choice between acting helpless and blame the system or do our bit!

My question to everyone is –“ Are we doing our bit, if we desire a change !! ”

How many of us are parents, guardians and have daughters, sisters who wish them an independent tomorrow. I guess most of us. But what are we doing to create a social setup where our sisters, daughters, wives can go out and work as an equal person and professional as our male friends. Have we done enough!?

Then how do we expect this transformation to happen on its own, overnight.
Mahatma Gandhi said, “Be the change you wish to see in the world”. It sounds banal but I am repeating it for its unsurpassed value.
If we all wish to give a true meaning to this Women’s day, Lets go home today and try bring this little change in our own life, our environment! To begin with: 

1.   Respect the woman at home (charity begins at home). It could be our mother, sister, wife, daughter for a person she is and value she is bringing to our life.

2.   Let’s not offend her in private or in front of our children, colleagues, friends in compulsive outburst of our chauvinism.

3.   Let’s not promote cheap, senseless jokes, profane language just to assert our power.

4.   Teach our children, especially sons to respect women as mothers, sisters, spouses and most importantly human beings.

5.   I bet it won’t take away masculinity from anyone if we exhibit this behavior and be the role model ourselves.

6.   Now at work, if we genuinely wish to make our sisters, daughters safe and breathe in fear free air, let’s start respecting others’ sisters and daughters who are our   colleagues today.

I know this will still take a few years to change the old wiring and completely replace with new social order. But before we know, a revolution may have already begun.

Tribute to Nirbhaya, the rape victim !

Tribute to Nirbhaya…

 

Once again a daughter is sacrificed

Tormented n wounded was she to the core

So barbarically, that she lost her life

Questioning humanity that how many more!

 

Once again someone has dared

Acted sinful and immoral

Beleaguered and coerced the innocent

To prove his satanic power

 

Once again I heard

This dark sinister laughter

My ears deafen with splitting

and piercing screams of torture

 

Once again I tossed n turned

Sleepless through the night

I called upon ‘O God’,

Who claims to be almight

 

You’re known to be Supreme,

So where is your clout

I learnt you stood for the weak,

Protected with your shroud

 

We learnt from the scriptures

One pays for one’s misdeeds

I haven’t seen many brought to justice

Virtuous victims only recede

 

All that while we cry hoarse

Against the malevolent society

Why shouldn’t we then question

Your chauvinistic deity

 

Dowry deaths, honor killings

and daily physical assaults

Or shouldn’t we support the womb killings

to save the pain afterwards

 

Once again I have no answer

to our daughters we raise

No protection can I guarantee,

No promise I can make

 

My heart is torn for the sufferers,

Who fall to devils’ prey

How can we be their guardians,

When You are not au’fait

 

How many more sacrifices

And assaults will it take

To stir You up to chasten

The sordid and depraved !!

 

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…..

Act When You Must !!

Photography by Tejas Singh

Photography by Tejas Singh

Act When You Must !!

 

Trough shall never hit, if you plan ‘Change’ while still at crest

Break inertia and explore, more when you are at your best

Move on when you get the first signal of beginning of dusk

For there is a new dawn awaiting and night we walk through must

 

Choose when you have options, not when left with no choice

Speak when it matters, not when no one needs your voice

Act when you must, not when it’s trivial and trite

No one but it’s You who decides when the time is right

 

Leave when you still want it, not when you have lost your appetite

Eat when you are hungry, not when served and obliged

Strike when the iron is hot, not when is brittle and oxidized

Reinvent, rediscover and revive before you have died

 

Fear not the unknown and unexplored

Wear not the old treasure once conquered

Sing not the past laurels and dead valor

Plan the next victory when still stained with blood is your sword