Kabhi sadak ke is paar chale aana
jahaan beemar zameen hai ik arse se
aaoge to dekhoge
daastaan yahaan aisi bhi hai
kisi sunn sahar ke kohre me
kohraam utha kisi kooche me
zindagi ke kaii purzon par
ab bhi gard jami si hai
chehre bejaan adhoore hain
aur pahar mushkil se utarte hain
kharch hue jaati hai jaan magar
umr to wahin bas thahar gayi
behisi ki khaab hai aankhon me
kaash khaak ho jaate usi sahar
kabhi sadak ke is paar chale aana
ik shahar hai yeh beemar zameen
yahaan ummeed ke kabr hazaaron hain
kabhi to in par bhi gaur karo
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24 years since the Bhopal gas tragedy, the place is still a carnival of mental & physical illnesses/disorders... Is there hope around the corner? Will it end?
Poetry or something like that... The name says it all, this is plainly an attempt to take my heights of craziness into the lyrical domain. I have a rich imagination. That I think so is proof enough for that!! So, People! Come here to hear me say things you all know in words you cannot comprehend!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Kabhi sadak ke is paar chale aana - I
Kabhi sadak ke is paar chale aana
jahaan surkh aasmaan pada rahta hai
aaoge to dekhoge
daastaan yahaan aisi bhi hai
ke daag mile hain viraasat me
dikhte bhi nahin, dhulte bhi nahin
aur naam bhi loge tum jo agar
saari subahein bujh jaate hain
badgumaani besabab si bas
libaas hai yahaan har chehre ka
kya karein jo zamaana kachahri hai
aur khud qaazi hi qatl karein
gumnaam kisi raat me chhip jaaye
bas itni si khwahish hai abhi
kabhi sadak ke is paar chale aana
ik shahar hai surkh aasmaan tale
jahaan oonchi imaaratein hain sawaalon ki
kabhi to in par bhi gaur karo
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Kids diagnosed HIV+ rejected admissions in schools in Kerala because parents of other kids object.
So much for education, awareness... blah blah blah!!!
jahaan surkh aasmaan pada rahta hai
aaoge to dekhoge
daastaan yahaan aisi bhi hai
ke daag mile hain viraasat me
dikhte bhi nahin, dhulte bhi nahin
aur naam bhi loge tum jo agar
saari subahein bujh jaate hain
badgumaani besabab si bas
libaas hai yahaan har chehre ka
kya karein jo zamaana kachahri hai
aur khud qaazi hi qatl karein
gumnaam kisi raat me chhip jaaye
bas itni si khwahish hai abhi
kabhi sadak ke is paar chale aana
ik shahar hai surkh aasmaan tale
jahaan oonchi imaaratein hain sawaalon ki
kabhi to in par bhi gaur karo
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Kids diagnosed HIV+ rejected admissions in schools in Kerala because parents of other kids object.
So much for education, awareness... blah blah blah!!!
Monday, July 14, 2008
The room on the fourth floor
A placid steel gray sky
behind flapping curtains
A silken night
on the book shelf
& zillions of dark alphabets
A red chair
& embarrassing solitude
Blue sheets, feathery pillows
& striped dreams
A green mat
& a stained era of stories brought home to stay over
Chimpu
sighing at new green memories
An orange bucket, a white bed
& loads of dirty laundry
A black mug - a rival
A purple box - a milestone
A smiling boy - a treasure
Noises & some rain
sneaking in through closed windows
Brown smiles
Sunny laziness
Wild dances
Checkered moments
Chaotic comfort
Colorful existence
over which each night I paint -
a thousand shades of silence.
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:)
behind flapping curtains
A silken night
on the book shelf
& zillions of dark alphabets
A red chair
& embarrassing solitude
Blue sheets, feathery pillows
& striped dreams
A green mat
& a stained era of stories brought home to stay over
Chimpu
sighing at new green memories
An orange bucket, a white bed
& loads of dirty laundry
A black mug - a rival
A purple box - a milestone
A smiling boy - a treasure
Noises & some rain
sneaking in through closed windows
Brown smiles
Sunny laziness
Wild dances
Checkered moments
Chaotic comfort
Colorful existence
over which each night I paint -
a thousand shades of silence.
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:)
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