Oh Apple

Ohh Apple!

Ohhh Apple!

You did fall from Grace.

yet you did gravitate.

And Newton shall forever be grateful

Then picked by an ancient doc

and given another 'emoticon'

put on the health's pedestal

Adam’s lump it is 

A bump it isnt

Guilty it said

'Guilt' there wasn't

Where is Lilith?

Lilith who teased Eve.

Serpent she became

Venomed it was.

Adam was doomed.

Eve was her second

Lilith was scorned

And hell hath no fury...

So it brings back to the hapless apple

Even the Baba-yagas poisoned them

Blamed for ages

Called the devil's fruit

When nature spiracle itself allows...

Apple is no fruit.

Doomed it was

cursed it is

Now the new doc says

it doesnt keep him away!

Benign, listless, lifeless

My poor apple, my poor myth

My poor his-tory, her-story

written, re-written, removed

How shall thou speak

When shall you speak

of your innocence.

These Lines

Can I capture your breath?
Can I capture the warmth?
Did I put you to an altar?
Saying, mistaking,
thinking and believing?
the naysayers be damned I think.

You are a queen! I think
Or at-least a princess!

And yet nothing remains still.
shall I be able to capture you in these lines?
can you feel the rhythm of these lines?
can you believe what I tried in these lines?
Did you feel I captured your breath within these lines
Did you feel I captured your warmth within these lines

SHE PLAYS WITH MADNESS

SHE PLAYS WITH MADNESS

Here's to a mystery, here's to life.
here's to her, and her myriad ways.
she came here, her dreams co-joined,
she shall do, her own means;
she shines, her face can shine too!
she looks so fine, enigmatic.
she carries, she believes, she cant be broken.
her laces are her own, and she braces herself.
her serenity, she is peace dove, 
a poet's muse, a disorder's balm herself.
take her to the altar, she deserves;
bring it on, celebrate her coming.
just see, see in your amazement!
See this beauty walking,
hear her talking
see her, believe her and her emotions.
and her sometimes confused thoughts.
she is strong, she is fine, in this strange land.
she'd cope, she'd be, she'd live in this strange land.
she is headstrong, she is unknown.
but she will be.
She knows it, yet wont say it, 
she seemingly will find her key.
don't ask her, just believe her,
her faith shall leap-frog.
she doesn't need to worry;
she will do, she will try, 
she will make her life happen.
she has everything she needs.
nothing can deter;
moreover she is creative, she cannot destroy.
Just believe in her, she shall find her occasion.
She will search her destination.
It is not destiny, its her own determination.
gaze in amazement, 
can she play with madness? 
Of course. She does.

समाज के ठेकेदार

समाज के ठेकेदारों ने बोलना शुरू कर दिया है

उनके तख़्त में थोड़ी सी भी आंच आती है तो वे विचलित हो जाते हैं, 


औरत अगर सशक्त होगी, उसका उत्थान होगा 


अगर दलितों की आवाज़ बुलंद होगी 


तो ब्राह्मणवाद-मौल्वीवाद का पतन निश्चित है 


अपनी गद्दी, समाज में अपनी शक्ति बचा के रखने के लिए बोल रहे हैं 


और उनका समर्थन कर रहे हैं वो - जो अपनी पत्नी को अपनी जूती पर 
रखना पसंद करते हैं 


अपने नौकर चाकर का शोषण करने, उनको उनकी ज़ात का कहने, 
उनको मारने पीटने में गर्व महसूस करते हैं 


और उनका समर्थन वो महिलाएं भी कर रहीं हैं जो अपने उत्पीड़न से 
समायोजित महसूस करती हैं 


समाज के ठेकेदारों ने बोलना शुरू कर दिया है...

WINTER

Wrote this a few years ago:
And a few phrases that I rhymed here were used in the poem 'Stone Pelter', since it befits and makes that even more meaningful.

WINTER

The winter chill and the brown pale earth

now little damp due to dew 

how I long for the sunny days and its hue 

while wearing a pullover over my shirt 

falling leaves, a scent of mist 

how do I endure the pain of a winter chill? 

Love was the only way, and it remains still 

I dream of beautiful days and twinkle in her eyes 

when she wrapped herself to me 

Like the winter skin 

warmth it brought, solace it was when u were near to me 

I long for that touch and that radiant eyes 

the sparkle and its balminess in that frosty morning 

bringing that glow to that bitter chill 

enough heat to get out of slumber after long, cold nights. 

And here it is here again,

the winter chill and its pale damp earth 

But now there is nothing left to dream about. 

longing for your touch, your breath, your skin on mine. 

I am aloof now, and not at all calm this winter 

I have lost my composure this winter 

I have detached myself this winter 

I feel acute apathy this winter 

your unconcern, this stiffness is bleeding me this winter 

Your indifference has left me wrecked this winter 

I lay dying, while u remain frigid, this winter

I Long for it

I Long for it

Your allure, with that animal magnetism, 

Your appeal, with that attractiveness, leaves me captivated 

With bated breath, I feel the charisma, enchanted. 

I am fascinated, I swirl around this force field, its magic! 

I am seduced to this magnetism 

you practice witchery, this attraction; 

This attraction is surely a work of a witch! 

the delightfulness, of holding you close, the desirability, and the sweetness of it, 

how I long for it!

Your unsaid lines

Your Unsaid Lines

The sadness it bears, your unsaid lines,
the unshaken certainty that devour,
the sadness of it,
it is expressed, yet still unexpressed.
I feel the sadness, its me, I could shed your tear, I know.
I felt the sadness of it. I am aware, whether you believe it.

Where was solace?
Belongingness?
Was it lost?
Was it shelved?
Is it out of reach?
Where is it?
Is it untouchable?

Longing for a significance of this, is me.
Longing for a comfort is me.
Longing to be a sage in me, dying to unravel is me, longing that you don't feel this penance, is me. 

Longing n fearing, n yet confident, of not letting you feel depressed, is me.

Mystically, beholding the truth,
the naked truth.
How do I find it here,
is the quest.
Is still me.

Asking for trust, is me.
An overwhelming believing, of u, is in me.
To comfort, is me.
Trust me, its me.
Magically, u, are so already so much me.
Magically, what u endure, is so much me.
I can't hurt, its me. I feel you. Its just me.
 

Few short poems 'Aazaadi'

FEW DIFF SHORT PIECES AAZAADI'

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MERI AAZAADI KYON NAHIN

Jashn-e-aazadi, shauk-e-zindagi to nahin

ya kahen ise jashn-e-tanhaee ka koee aalam; 

kaheen yeh humari muflisi to nahin

...

isi majlisii-hukumat mein, ise charagaar mein, 

Ye dasht mein bujhti koi charaag to nahin..

ye Badkaari aur bad-amli ke yeh aalam; 

yahan kahin koi aas, koi aasra bhi hai bhi ya nahin

Be-dastoor is zindagi mein koi roshni kyon nahin

Koi aazadi kyon nahin, meri aazadi kyon nahin

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ONLY THE LIBERATED

Only the dead

not us

only the liberated

not us

...not the lucky few

not us 

only the dead

not us

only the blessed 

not us

its only them

not us. 

We ain't free. Chained and maimed, slaved, we ain't free. 

Oppressed, arm-twisted, forgotten, we ain't free. 

May The voice be one.

I may not be free, but I'll die to be free.

My thoughts shall forever be free

We ain't free. Chained and maimed, slaved, we ain't free.

oppressed, arm-twisted, forgotten, we ain't free.

Belied, dusted, yet undefeated.

Crushed aside, pulped, yet undeterred.

Wailing, screaming, ripped, yet unconquered.

Fear psychosis, tortured, abused, orphaned, yet to be won.

May The voice be one.

I may not be free, but I'll die to be free.

My thoughts shall forever be free

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'BLIND' PATRIOT

Figuring the differences, I know not

Raising the questions, I know not

Fueling the protests, I know not

Believing the tensions, I know not

I am a patriot, I know nothing else

National interests, I know nothing else

Agreeing, I know nothing else

Blind, I see nothing else.

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MOSQUITO's FREEDOM

Misses n chances the tale begins 

which to leave out, which to believe 

sign posts n the door, which one to leave 

thoughts n wishes, which one to conceive 

bring-forth disillusionment 

bring procrastination 

bring glasses, n bring efforts to break 'em 

bring an animal, bring it to butcher 

bring loathe n despair 

bring me some life, lemme take 'em. 

You are a mosquito, I snapped your life.

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SYAH KAALAA

Waqt karta jo wafa, Kashmiriyat, insaniyat, wo ek milkiyat hote

wo jo pak hai, na hind 'au musalmaan hai, wo hum sub ke hote

Kahin Rangrezon kee koi aise hi haunsle to na badhte

tere aaansun ke katre, kamaskam surh-au lal to na hote

ab 'gar nagawara guzre, to sahi, muflisi huqumat hai

na chahte hue bhi, wo bezubaan 'humaare hai'

na gair hote hue bhi, jo be-gairat hai, 

jirah ke faasle aur faisle, sub humaare hai

ye taqraar kee jamuriyat, ye bhi 'humaari hai'

jo na kar sake, saare daaman humare hai

taareekh au tawajjoh, ye bhi humaare hai

jo guzre, syah, kaala, sab humaare hai