Tuesday, 8 October 2013

मेरे पिताजी




तुम मेरे भगवान् हो, तुम्ही इष्ट देव हो,
जिसकी छाव में पला, हां तुम्ही वो पेड़ हो.

हाँ बड़ा डरता था मै पिताजी आप से,
आप ही के डर से मै दूर रहा पाप से,
बिन डरे जहां से, आप ही की छाव में,
निर्भीक, मै निडर रहा दुनिया के वैर-भाव से,
डांट में, मार में, आपके था स्नेह भरा,
पाठ ज़िन्दगी का आप ही से मैंने है पड़ा,
गर पड़ी जो मुश्किलें, आप न कभी रुके,
ईमान सर्वोपर्री, आप न कभी झुके,
आप से ही सीख कर आज जुंग मई करू,
आप ही का नाम लू, जब कभी भी मै डरूं,
आपको गर्व हो, कर्म वो करूँगा मैं,
आपके बुढ़ापे की लाठी बनूँगा मैं.

उम्र ढल रही है अब, माना आप थक रहे,
मेरे जिगर में आपके विचार पर धधक रहे,
ये आप ही की सीख है, ये आप ही के पाठ है,
पहाड़ हो या खाई हो, मेरे लिए सपाट हैं,
आप ही का अक्स हूँ, आप सा ईमान है,
घर ही मेरा तीर्थ है, आप ही भगवान् है.

Thursday, 3 October 2013

When Heroes Fall







When angels turn out to be,
The devil incarnate,
When lies exposed the villain,
In that hero you prayed,
When mirror lies broken,
That image stands tattered,
You see the grim reality,
In all reflections scattered,
When hero that you idolised,
Falls in front of your eyes,
When darkness seems the victor,
The light within you dies.

Yes you stand muted,
Truth hits you in the face,
You watch in sheer despair,
As hero slays its grace,
You try hard to control,
But mind won’t simply rest,
You try and justify,
Why hero failed the litmus test?
That hero whom you idolised,
Has spoiled the way you pictured life,
Your heart afraid of darkness,
Your morals wither out and die.



When heroes fall they don’t just fall alone,
They fall down taking with them millions of hopes,
They drag down with self, the future they did mould,
They fall leaving back, hearts broken and cold,
They float in their shame, as hopes drown in eyes,
The sun hides away, and blank are the skies,
But little do they care, their egos reign supreme,
Armour of arrogance replaces the humble sheen,
And shameless they survive, the fall just continues,
They milk their infamy, and sell our tears too,
Safe in their bubble, they watch us lit the pyre,
When heroes fall they live, mocking death of our desires.



Friday, 6 September 2013

Tiger vs Dragon






Will dragon roast the tiger?
Or will tiger bite his tail?
Will robot finally gear up?
Or continue as fail?

The dragon’s fast approaching,
Eating up our land,
The robot lies defunct,
Not caring for our sands.

They said it’s just acne,
And we shouldn’t be bothered,
The dragon pushes forward,
And tiger backs down clobbered.

The dragon stares us down,
The robot speaks in hushes,
Afraid to raise his voice,
Cause dragon brutally crushes.

The robot squeaks and whimpers,
As dragon roars out loud,
The tiger meekly surrenders,
Stitches up his own shroud.

And no, tiger ain’t coward,
Coward are those who hold,
The leash of tiger firmly,
Trembling; don’t let it go.

Just once if for a moment,
Their grip would slightly loosen,
Tiger will show the dragon,
Wrong enemy he has chosen.

Tiger will shred to pieces,
Dragon will run and cry,
But coward is the robot,
Valor he doesn’t try.

The dragon laughs out fire,
The tiger rues his fate,
Will robot ever speak up?
Or maybe it is too late?

Thursday, 5 September 2013

The world needs a doctor




Look around, this world is an ailing place,
Pathogens of hatred in every space,
No smile is permanent, no happiness is pure,
Progressing to the chronic stage, this world needs a cure,
This world needs a doctor-4

Everyone is a patient in hospital,
What’s the ailment, it is so hard to tell,
All beds have been taken, the rest lie out the door,
Suffering from a dreaded plague, this world needs a cure,
This world needs a doctor-4

Everyone is suffering, everyone’s a carrier,
Immunity compromised, losing all the barriers,
Coughing words tuberculous,
Breathing out the viral hate,
Autolysing the good within,
Poisoning our own fate,
Spreading like a contagion, nothing to curtail the rot,
Undergoing apoptosis, humanity dying on cot,
Running out of energy, no hope left to infuse,
Paralysed waiting for death, soiled by own refuse,
And only one who can now, cure the world of cancer,
A doctor is what we need, this world needs a doctor.

Depressed now, this world needs a treatment,
Waiting for; the doctor to come to them,
Kept alive by the last injection of hope,
Losing will to live; this world needs a cure,
This world needs a doctor-4

This world needs a doctor!!!!

Saturday, 31 August 2013

What's juvenile about rape?




Raped, tormented, she left our world,
We burnt candles, prayed for her,
The system promised, justice in speed,
Our hearts angered, and eyes did bleed,
And then began a mockery we saw,
A killer was shielded by the juvenile law,
And law indeed, turned juvenile and dumb,
The justice delivered left empathy numbed,
What's so juvenile about a crime barbaric?
Rape is heinous, isn't that so basic?
But defied was the logic by law,
Her soul screamed, her peace hacksawed,
She was raped again, relived that hell,
This time the rapist was justice itself.

And who will take blame, as the monster is freed?
Will justice be tried as another sister bleeds?

Thursday, 15 August 2013

आज़ादी है, आज़ाद नहीं!


आज़ादी है, आज़ाद नहीं!
आबादी है, आबाद नहीं!

पिंजरे से भले हो निकल चुके,
पर कटे हुए, अब तड़प रहे,
वो ओड़ सफेदी खादी की,
हमें लूट रहे, सब हड़प रहे,
सड़को पे अब भी सोते है,
और भूख से बच्चे रोते हैं,
वो बात करें आकाशों की,
हम दस्त से बचपन खोते है,
गलियों में आबरू लुटती है,
और बेटियां कोख में मरती है,
क्या इंसान अब तो देवी भी,
यहाँ आने से भी डरती है,
वो जात-धर्म का खेल रचे,
हम काट रहे है अपनों को,
देखे जो अमर शहीदों ने,
वो लूट रहे उन सपनो को,
है देश हुआ अब खंडित है,
बिहार-मराठा लड़ते है,
वो गीत एकता के जो थे,
बस पन्नो में अब सड़ते है,
अब तो नेता ही गुंडा है,
और गुंडे बन गए नेता है,
खद्दर तानाशाह जुल्म करे,
और खाकी रिश्वत लेता है,
हर बरस ये दिन जब आता है,
सीना ठोके हम गाते है,
उड़ने की बातें करते है,
दलदल में धसते जाते है,
बस क्रिकेट के हरे मैदानों में,
देशप्रेम अब ज़िंदा है,
आज़ादी का जश्न तो फ़िल्मी है,
सच है के हम शर्मिंदा है.