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Friday, March 4, 2016

J.N.U.= Perfect people!!

We want Justice  (according to us) 
We want Liberty  (according to us) 
We want Freedom (according to us) 

Yes! 
To criticise CORRECT the nation

Yes! 
To manipulate SPEAK the truth

And

Yes! 
Again 
To violate  MAKE the law

I am backward first, 
Indian later. 
I am a Dalit first, 
Human later. 

Hence,  
I am the game changer 
I can politicise the obvious fact
I can challenge a nation

I can do all the right
Behind the curtains of being a dalit 

My father is poor 
My mother knows no politics
Hence, 
I speak truth only
I talk of the right things only 


I am a MUSLIM
I have right to speak
I can speak against you par everything 

But
I have right to be free
Right to escape

If I ever put to jail
You will be criticised to harass a minority

If you'll target me
My people will target you

If you'll try to find me 
You will never be found

If you'll try to arrest me 
You will never be allowed to enter

So you see? 
How much pious I am
How much welfare I've done

Stop 
faking

Stop 
fooling 

because.... 
JNU 
means 
Truth itself

Nothing bigger than it
Nothing better than it

      KEEP CALM!! 
(cz jnu knows it all) 
           My Truth
  My conditions
             My Eyes



  

Saturday, November 14, 2015

GIRL IN BLEMISHES..

Greetings to all!

This piece of poem here that you are going to read about, is a little story of a girl who is asked to be in Limits carved by social conditions...
When a girl out there faces misbehave.. the time when she is being harassed.. then the girl herself is blamed for her acts.. like in Indian society the blame goes on the DRESS when girls face the 'social animals'...
..
I want to ask now that why to blame GIRL.. when we can see that these animals are upon be it a three year old or a GRANDMAA..
..
all Devils...

BEFORE YOU LOOK AT ME!
.
..
Always I need to cover-up a sack
Why is, this much of a partial thing
While it's other Group with a lack
When a bird is born to sing
Then why always, the beak is tied
How much hard or bitterly ever she cried
But not a single Man, for the change tried
..
If it's all about the laws of nature
Then why equal not every creature?

I've a lot questions in my mind
Is She ever considered..one of the kind?
Is She ever treated..like the human being?
Is She ever ..going to be what she wants?

Why is it this much of partial thing
Equality and Opportunity
With
Love and Respect are the things
Things that a Society must bring
Why not let's tie up all in just single string!

SO JUST
SET THE BIRD FREE
AWAY FROM THE EVIL EYES
LET HER BE...
 

Thursday, November 12, 2015

कुछ नहीं...

कुुछ नहीं!!

खुश थी मैं अपने आप में, न जाने किस पल किसी ने पूँछा
    "क्या अभिलाषा है तेरी?"
      मैैंने हँस कर कहा ,"कुछ नहीं"...

खुशियाँ यूँ अकारण ही नहीं उठतीं
    वो तो पवित्र थे मेरे करम और विचार
    ऐसे था दुनिया में मैने कदम रखा
          बाहर का सौंदर्य था बहुत भाया
          इसकी गलियों में बहुत कुछ था पाया

पर चली
  जब मैं...

रास्ते में थें बहुत से पत्थर
   खाई मैंने ठोकर
   और गिरी मैं बेसुध हो कर,
      किसी नें पूँछा क्या हुआ?..
      मैंने हँस कर कहा ,"कुछ नहीं.."

बढ़ी आगे तो मिले कुछ राही
               नाम थे जिनके
- अहं , दुःख अौर घृणा.....
जब साथ मैं इनके लगी चलने
छा गए मेरी इस दुनिया में काले बादल
   मैंने सोचा मेरे आगे ये सब कुछ नहीं
      चल पड़ी मैं उन राहगीरों के साथ...


ज़िंदगी में मेरी बढ़ती गई ये अंधेरी रात
  झेलती गई हर वो दर्द-ऐ-सितम
    दे गया जो गहरे ज़ख्म
    भूली मैं लक्ष्य को

आँखों मे आए हर उस आँसू को पी गई
और कहा कुछ नहीं...

मेरी हर एक खुशी
      हर वो पल...
जिस पर मुझे था अभिमान
हो गया चूर
      बस साथ था बस एक राही
      जिसका नाम था तन्हाई
      जो थी मुझमें समाई...

जब हर लम्हा जीना था मुश्किल
प्यार से मैंने उसे गले लगाया

मेरे आँसूं पोंछ उसने पूँछा ,
"..क्या हुआ..."
मैंने हँस कर कहा ,
"..कुछ नहीं..."





Friday, November 6, 2015

GIRL WITH HOPES..

When some one like us ignores the wishes of the female figures in our life then they feel so much detached with us..

God has created females with such a delicacy and love that they deserve the same from the SOCIETY..
..
.
All my readers out there the girl in my poem is left at such a turn of life when she was full of dreams... full of hopes... full of love... but was left.

.
..
...
Escaping the feeling of being rejected,
Feels like the phone line disconnected.

You be near our far with your sheen,
There will be spaces in between.

I saw you came through the fog,
Watched me sitting on the log.

My love to you was never hollow,
But today I won't continue to follow.

My chase started in the noon,
And was guided with the moon.
.
..
All the tears of misery and sadness I shed
When in the eve. sun was bloodsucking  red
And
There I couched very low
waited the breeze to blow.
..
.
Daylight was yawning... it was night,
Nothing was left now... not even a delight.

All my dreams that were spread
To ruin them I uplifted my head.

But now
You were there

Your presence I felt around
Breathing slow I heard YOU surround
And
I was able to hear
That was MY fear

But alas! you had left me
You left me alone
With your promises
All gone
It was just ME now

Everything to me was now like a dream
My all hopes
My all desires
I saw all flowed away downstream
.
..
.
TODAY IN ME
HATRED IS BLOOMING LIKE FLOWERS
WITHIN ME ARE LEFT NO POWERS

TO WALK EVEN ONCE TO YOU...

Thursday, November 5, 2015

".. तू चला चल..."(edited)

All my friends who are reading this poem let me first introduce you all to the basic thought behind this poem....
It is about a message given by a father to his daughter...the girl who is leaving her father and is going to the outside world (society) for the first time..

This motivation is from every FATHER to every DAUGHTER.

...
..
.
हो अगर धूल भरी आँधी
नज़र जब उठाई है
तो इसे ना झुकाना
.
हो राहों में कितने भी काँटे
कदम जब उठाए
तो इन्हें ना डिगाना
.
यूं तू चला चल
बस तू चला चल
.
हैं तूने उठाए जो शश्त्र
तो हाथ से इन्हें ना गिराना
चाहे हो दिल में दुखों का समंदर
फिर भी कभी पलकें ना भिगोना
बस तू चला चल..
.
चाहे दूर हो कितना भी लक्ष्य वो तेरा
लौट के खाली यूं वापस ना आना
यूं तू चला चल..
कि राह मे साथ तू सबका पाना

यूं तू चला चल ...
बस तू चला चल...

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

दर्द...(edited)


हुआ था कुछ यूं
कि अपने ना संभाल पाए
..
छोटी सी चिड़िया की किस्मत ना बदल पाए
नन्हे से परिन्दे की किस्मत ना बदल पाए


है मौजू़द वो बुझता सा दर्द उसमें
लौ है जिसकी गिरती और संभलती
..
आए गए ना जाने कितने तूफ़ाँ
पर सख्त-जां-लौ ना डिगा पाए
वो सुलगता सा दर्द ना बुझा पाए


उसको तो अब इंतज़ार है उस बारिश का
जो उस दर्द की आग को कुछ यूं बुझा जाए-
कुछ यूं बुझा जाए,
कि भड़कने वाले शोले खुद शबनम बन जाएँ

GIRL IN A CRY

I am just so much burdend by their lies
So much disturbed by their cries
So dumb
See them smiling
I forgot that I am myself bleeding
and this time I won't grab any help

To see me CRY
was all you wanted
See the tear in my eyes
Tears of hatred
For your satisfaction I am bleeding

Just Go,
Get away from me
Let me be free

Give me time to rise again
Till then let me be buried in my self
...buried in myself

I am standing in a lonely corner
Shivering,
Betrayed ,
Are my instincts
My soul so stabbed
No! I never expected this from them
Pain surrounding me, oh! so near

Now they are my greatest fear,
Maybe I am suffering from the worse
The hope within me is now a curse
What went wrong make it clear


Forgive
And
Forget

because one day they'll realise
Their mistake

Till then let me be
BURIED IN MYSELF...
BURIED IN MYSELF...