INDIA, 2011

Where King Cong is crowned
and Anna Hazare is bound.

Where there is a single voice 
that yells 'India is for Sale!'

Where oil is as precious and rare as dignity.

Where merit and poverty cease to differ. 

Where elections ensure 
FDI's 'India is consumer' funda.

Where votes are given for good looks
and not for brain books. 

Where all this happens in one go, 
there will you find a caption written 
in white gold:
'Welcome to reality,
Welcome....
to Incredible India!

THE TRUTH!

It's a world of darkness, 
It's a world of wonders,
It's a world of miracles,
It's a world of gospels.


Life, the ultimate mystery of soul.
Lie, the ultimate contentment of a mole.
But sometimes, they say, 
a lie works miracles.


Truth, like a vulture,

flutters overhead
poising for the kill.


The happiest man on Earth
is the one who never lies
but then isn't a white lie 
as valuable as an ivory elephant?


Ironic how calamity succeeds a calm.
Ironic how peace is shattered by a storm.
Ironic how a truth devastates all. 


I'll take a thousand bullets for your lies
but do not speaketh the truth.


Believe what is not to be believed,
say what is not to be said,
lie where lie is not to be laid,
but speak not the truth,
come whatever may.


In the wake of Sun, 
I'll hear your voice.
In the chant of love, 
I'll speak your verse.
In the peace of a lie,
I'll shatter your truth.


So let the world delude itself 
into believing it'a kind of benefactor.
Let the silence prevail 
for today a lie is a gem.


You need balls to hear the truth
and still accept the status quo
and still believe the one you love
but you also need trust 
in your ownself before you slay other
for a truth when spoken by the liar 
is a white truth which is always 
blacker than a white lie
for that is the way of the world, my friend
live it or you shall die!

HUMANITY

So beautiful and graceful
the world has become,
economically awesome
but humanely gruesome.

Like night has to gather
like clouds have to rain
like pain has to prevail
death has to occur.

So why is there
no time for the dead
no one in the church
no one attending a cremation.

Why is this world so pretentious
nothing but a feigned caress,
a fake tear blossoming from the eye?

People talking over the dead
laughing over the very coffin
and nowhere else
but in the House of Christ itself.

Disgusting is the word
that comes to mind
when I see all these pretensions.

Is there no reason left
to cry for those
never coming back?

Has the humanity gone
like tsunami in the Indian ocean?

Is there no groping around
looking for a reason
to adjust yourself
in the absence of a beloved?

No more pain no more tears
all humans care about
is a stupid fear.

Homework not done,
boyfriend's with another girl,
an essay left undone,
physics not learnt.

Is that life?
Is that the only motive to survive?

God save this world.
In your own home
they go without a soul.
In your own lap
they climb to escape a trap.

Save this world,
no human is here
only the mutant spawn
crushing humanity,
asphyxiating rationality,
and spreading in this world
all the anti-God, anti-human spirit
so that love is executed
and in its place left behind
is nothing but an emotionless,
inhumane lie!

WHERE'S THE REASON?

Is this a lonely bush 

I do not shed a single tear

for there is not a strength to waste.

I'm not alone

for I have myself. 

I'm not lost 

because I know where I am

And where I have to go.

But in this strange array of thoughtfulness

I have lost the answer 

to the one question that matters the most.

'Who am I?'

My story has become so great

that I have become insignificant.

I'm not miserable

I've just lost my purpose.

Where the direction leads 

I just appeared at a crisscross.

I know where to go

but I can't find the reason to go.

When mind loses its trajectory

when life becomes a meaningless 3-D.

I know the answer

but not the question.

I know the code

but the quest is lost.

I know my way

but the meaning has faded away.

And no I'm not lost 

I have my senses

But no I can't win

because I don't see the reason to fight.

No I'm not alone

I have my thoughts

with a promise of sticking around forever.

I have my memories 

that will last a lifetime.

I'm not friendless

I have my imagination.

I'm not a kid 

but no I'm not mature.

I'm not dangling in mid air

my feet are firmly on the ground

But I've lost the ability to make them move.

I'm not mindless

but my mind's stopped working.

My story's become so great

that suddenly 

I find myself insignificant... 

Memories

It's a strange place, this world 
where all the happiness
ends up in don't-remind-me-of-that account.


When memories become pain
when good moments bring tears 
when love gets lost
when life becomes a punishment.


Great is the memory of heart,
greater even than that of brain
that it stores each moment
and shows it with impeccable clarity
even a million years late.


When occasions become I-miss-you days
when dreams become wish-you-were-here messages
when darkness becomes I-need-you time
when life becomes I-love-you gift.


Every moment leaves behind 
a different impression on heart.
Happiness becomes fake 
pain becomes the truth.


When each tragedy relates to you 
when each tear signifies valentine
when each helicopter means remembrance
when each star becomes paramour.


Let it go,
don't lose yourself,
this is it,
forget it.


When these words
cease to exist.


Memories become drugs
a necessity for survival,
light in a dark stable,
hope in a corpse.


I wish I could let it go
wish I could forget
but I know it's futile.


For memories are embedded deep
at par for even water to reach.


Everything fades away
with waves, with time
and the only things that do survive
are nothing but memories
that shape your life 
and shadow your each step
and make it hard to forget,
make it impossible for you to let it go.


Memories are bliss,
memories are curse,
and in the end,
memories are all that matter!

A GOOD WOMAN!

A good woman 
not call thy she
who does good
but in fact the one
who shows she is good.


Manipulations are the aka
of honour killings,
asking people politely
permission to slaughter them.


A good woman
hath understand 666,
a good woman
brings the dice to no. 6.


A good woman
kills but never dies.


So is the truth of the world.


Survivors are regretted,
murderers are worshipped,
empathisers are laughed at,
sympathizers are laughed with.


Strange is the programming of the world.
A good woman outside
is no good a woman inside
and the vice versa is kicked aside.


Peculiar is the composition of the Earth,
Earth is 'She' 
but those living on it hate her who becomes 'she'.


But one querry that remains unanswered.
Who will be worshipped
when truth comes out.
'She' or her who pretends to be 'she'.


Fourteen years I've spent
unveiling the mystery never revealed
try now you until you succeed
all good women and those who pretend,
answer: who is 'SHE'?

THE CHOICE!

Life is the ultimate mystery
an individual ever encounters.


Life is a secret,
the beginning of death
the truth flanking a lie
and a choice waiting to be made.


 For the ultimate man is that
who makes the choice.


What we choose today
chooses for us our tomorrow.


But is making choice so easy?


If it were,
man wouldn't have been different.


What you are
is not determined by your talents
but by the choices you make.


Demons resides in every heart
and so does God
But evil or good we are
depends on the choice we make.


"Whatever you do in life
will be insignificant
but it's very important that you do it....
"cause no one else would."


Whatever choice you make today
will make a very small difference in the world
but what every insignificant drop of water
that has made the ocean
had thought the same? 


So make the choice
for it is not only your future
that depends on it
but the entire world's


Choose
whether you'll be great or grounded
whether you will be perfect or perfected.


Choose
between love and life
between wealth and wisdom
between truth and lie


Choose
for without choice there is no life
for O'Parth, you will choose something, right?


Choose between yes and no
choose between 'me' and 'you'
choose the path of the world


And once you've made that choice,
once you've chosen to make the choice,
make the ultimate choice.


Choose, my friend,
to be a man!