Bound in Steel

Bound in steel-

      he screams in pain-

awaiting his bondage to be cut

awaiting his freedom.

Life comes just once, they say.

        But whereforth is

thy birthright to be free?

Cries the man in the name

         of the father and

         of his holy spirit

Cries the man in the name

          of the air, wind, water,fire and earth.

Who cometh though-

         to wipe his tears?

To cut his bondage?

To treat his wounds?

Life comes just once, they say.

Set him free, let him live

-          Just for that one day!

Mutthi ki Mitti (Hindi Poetry)

Thi mutthi mein liye thodi si mitti-
Sochti thi pagli ke banayegi ii se apna ek ghar, apna sansar...
Jab kasi mutthi toh fisalti gayi mitti sookhi-
sochaa usne yu kaise banega ghar?
Sochti agar bar bar mutthi kholi toh na bann payega ghar.
Yu hi asmanjas mein kholi mutthi bechari ne
Hawa ka ek jhonka aaya, 
Udd gayi mutthi mein se saari mitti!
Dekhti reh gayi sooni aankhein, ye kya kar diya.
Mitti ko geela karti toh chipki rehti mutthi mein hi 
Bana leti usse apna ghar ek din.
Par ye na samjhi jhalli ne ki uski mutthi ki mitti thi hi nahi kismat mein-

What if...?

What if we met,

What if we talked; looked into our eyes and saw the world we both craved to have together?

What if the cosmos synced for us?

What if I saw you sleep peacefully in my arms

What if you ate hungrily, each morsel from my hands-

What if we read books together?

What if we spent evenings together?

What if the glow of the sunset that day, drew me closer to you

What if your eyes spoke a thousand promises?

What if your words meant the world to me?

What if we hugged warmer than the warmest ever-?

What if we kissed;

what if we fell in love?

What if our bodies united like broken stars now joined-

Then too would you tell me “Love is not enough” to be with me???

Life is what we make of it.....

Life is what we make of it.

I don’t know what I have made of it. I don’t know what road I should have tread on.  I don’t know if I have done as much as I should have done.

All I know is I am tired now. Suddenly in the last one year, I have become very old. I have become old cos of the thoughts I have. I suddenly feel void. As if I have no more time and hence, let me just relax and let the last few days pass in peace. I get agitated but I don’t retaliate cos I feel there is no use. No one and nothing will change. It’s time for me to bid goodbye and hence let me just bear on for a few more days. I don’t even have a feeling of happiness that there would be some other beginning. This feeling is now dead.

Nothing arouses my interest, no curiosity builds up the fire in me anymore. Somehow now I just want some peace and no more arguments and detests. I don’t want to fight anyone nor even the system.

Is this a phase? Is this what my destiny is? Is this going to be always there with me till I breathe my last or is this going to be quenched with some other thirst?

Is our happiness always based on some “want” or “desire” and the fact that today I don’t have that has made me believe less in everything?

What have I made out of Life? What did I intend to make? What will give me the satisfaction? What will endear me to start thinking or living?

Slave

Whoever heard of a Slave in this century?Whoever accepted being a slave of the mind?Whoever doubted transitions?Whoever doubted intent?Whoever doubted Love?I have lived to attain all of these-Slave who has to bear all without an opinion, without a feeling, without a word of pain.A Failure in life!?What reason do I live for? One reason is Love- I lose it everyday..You don’t believe? Love is lost everyday, respect is lost everyday!Money can surely buy everything. Your Smile, Your Happiness, Your Opinions, Your Ego, Your Respect, Love and Your Soul... Can it also buy the twinkle in your eyes?Whoever said this was the not a century of Slavery, I live it everyday. 

Some values confused, some nights never slept, some food that can never quench your hunger, some eyes that never will twinkle!