Wednesday, September 26, 2012

What do we call the people?


There is enough ridicule in the world
to amuse anyone with a sense of humor.
There is enough frivolity in the world,
to crush anyone with a pinch of substance.
There is enough cruelity in the world,
to redefine meaning of humane.

Common man,
a victim that has been,
since the dawn of time,
victimizing its protectors.

The ‘feel-ers’,
who are kind enough
to discard their  ‘feelings’ in a jiffy
and change their ships,
the platoons and symbols of sacrifice,
the first ones to abandon
a sinking ship.
History is proof.
The Church,
 the symbols of humanity,
burned Galileo alive;
The innocent bystanders,
bystood innocently
 the great pyre of Science.

The people,
the symbol of love and integrity,
the fighters, the patriots,
the first ones to renounce Chanakya -
who fought for their country,
the first ones to write books
on Alexander The Great,
who ‘came’, who ‘saw’, and who’ conquered’!

Martyrs, or Martyr –makers?
What is the right name for people?
People – who worship Gandhi
because he never took up a weapon
but let Indians burn,
And never speak of Savarkar,
to fight for their country.

DEAD is the word for them,
breathing corpses
the watchdogs of American companies,
the critics of their very own companies.

 Dead,
the people to criticize the Government for five years
then vote for the same govt on the fifth.

Dead,
The people who comment on everything
and hand the baton
when it comes to action.

Dead,
people who criticize the producer
and consume his very product.

Dead,
the people who condemn an artist throughout life
& quote his great works
on his funeral.

Dead,
if they are not dead
then who knows what they are.
But one thing is for certain
Whatever people are,
they most certainly are not human!
THEY MOST CERTAINLY ARE NOT HUMAN!!     

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

FEAR


Fear of failure,
Fear of being alone,
Fear of being wrong.

The one sure shot way
to ensure failure – “FEAR”.

The one way self carved
leading to self destruction.

Fear is the power to lose,
The amazing delusion of
‘I can’t so I won’t.’

The perfect enigma of depression,
The perfect excuse for escapism.

Fear kills everything-
Your mind, your heart.

Fear kills the chances
to win,
to be you.

Everything was once considered impossible.

Fear a factor to be crushed,
To be killed-
Forever.

Mistakes make a human,
Errors make greatmen.

“to err is human”
To fear is devil.

Control fear
before fear controls you.

Shaft your fear away
And take that first step

Don’t let fear keep you
from being you.

Because come that day, my friend,
There would be no more Steve Jobs
And no more Julian Assanges.
There would be no Galileos
to burn on the pyre for their beliefs,
No more Ayn Rands to fight for the system

Be the change you want to make,
Believe in your mind
Believe in your brains

More the strugglers,
Greater is the certainty
You are on the right path

Judge your success
Not by applause
But by your sweat

‘ I fear not death
As much as I love life’

Assault fear,
Sabotage its approach

And be the you,
You want to be!


Saturday, March 10, 2012

To my readers!

On the event of my blog crossing 1000 views, I want to thank all my readers for their support and a special thanks to all my members. This means a lot to me. 
I began blogging as a passion and now that passion has responded back. Thank you for making this a success.  
I promise that I will retain the respect for my work and a true devotion to poetry.
Keep Blogging!

Monday, March 5, 2012

Strength or dignity?

Yes I believe in the power of destiny
but I also believe in the power of choices.


I believe in practicality
but I also believe 
in the power of belief!


I stand at a fork
both ways are less traveled
but one way requires dignity
the other strength.


Each as prestigious
but only one to be chosen.


So I choose dignity
for strength will always follow.
I choose belief
for 'will' will always follow...

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

I!

Veni, Vedi, Vinci;
I came, I saw, I conquered.
I dreamt, I created, I flunked.
I learnt, I copied, I succeeded.

Blindly we follow traditions
with no knowledge of their reasons
sabotaging their purpose
and slaughtering their integrity.




A single word that has ceased to exist.

Human race 
is not becoming selfish.
Human race 
is losing the value of self.

Self sacrifice we speak of
but what will you sacrifice
when you have no self?

'Ideas come to life'
and are slained
by the Peter Keatings of this Earth.

Honesty, Purity of Heart, Love...
meaningless, purposeless talks.

Honesty is not spilling one's beans.
Honesty is being true to one own self.
To proudly speak your opinion.

Purity of heart does not mean 
cleansing heart with a bleach
or going to Amarnath, Mecca, Vatican.
Purity of heart 
is the ability of being able to define self.

Love...
Lone one self.
Love one's dignity.

I is not a curse.
I is Creationism.
I is truth.

I is SELF!

Saturday, January 14, 2012

For Forever...

Perhaps it's just better not to say
Perhaps there is nothing to say
just silence.

Silence that engulfs the mind
Silence that stretched on
Silence that is more beautiful than words
Silence more meaningful than worlds.

Who says it's a tragedy
It's nothing but inevitable.
Who feels it's agony
It's nothing but silent comprehension.

It's not the end, just a beginning of something new.
It's not a truth, just the ending of a methodical lie.

It's here, it's new
and for forever to come. 

It exists, it survives
for deaths to come.

It screams in vain and falls silent in pain
and learns, just learns...
learns to live
learns to respect
learns to survive
learns to strengthen 
learns to be,
unlike many in past,
immortal.

Short but beautiful,
lied but truthful, 
honest but un-understood,
lies above all mountains,
sleeps below all oceans,
a small pact of hearts
that now are free to find its bounds...

P.S. I love you... 

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

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!