REFLECTIONS

The night, the day, the dawn, the dusk
I see, I fight, I drive, I dream
From abyss to fairy-tale, vacuum begins to howl
Vacuum is short lived and so is my reflection

The reality, the truth and those cosmic steps
I fly, I fade and I walk the shades
To relive is a fortune, to live is a destiny
The destiny is in my hands and so is my reflection

The faces, the reactions and the effected senses
I feel, I believe, but now I am confused
Though choices are many, but very few to choose
To choose is in my hands and so is my reflection

The ice, the snow, and the burning fire
I cry, I scream, I try to sail the smile
Can the snowfall of smiles, put off the fire of scream ?
To smile is in my hands, and so is my reflection

BREAK....FREE

Morals, they say, are born out of the terror of the society. Religion, the terror of god…basic necessities, the terror of dea th and socializing, the terror of oneself. To live is a superstructure built on a limitless foundation of terror. It architects every part of our life, structuring every action, constructing every outcome.  And we simply love the way it orchestrates our life. It has become integral to us almost to an extent that we shudder at the prospect of life without terror. For all it has metaphorically replaced water as the basic necessity of life. For some it has upshot to the point of beingcalled as “The Creator”. But is it worth being called the basic necessity of life or for instance The creator?

To disagree would be foolish. Everything that we witness in our insignificant lifespan is dictated by terror. Our representatives form policies, fiscal or defense, fearing the outbreak from domestic or external forces. Our colleagues work because of the fear of their immediate seniors. We do things because we fear going against the society, against the rules, against the set patterns. Fear, has imbibed itself to such an extent in our lives that our every action seems to be influenced by it or to put it correctly…driven by it. 

Yet, the eminence that terror has attained is a result of sheer stupidity on our part. None but we are the ones responsible for assigning so much gravity to terror. Had it not been for us making fear the driving force behind our every step, it still would have been lying low beneath the foundations of happiness. But we humans have a tendency to do things that sink our standards and characteristically we did it again. Terror now enjoys the supremacy like never before, thanks to us. And we only have the power to challenge and dethrone it. Why let it influence and drive our every thought, every outcome when we are better off without it. We fear much about the society, the people, their school of thought but to ward off the fear is necessary. It not only degrades the living but also takes one far away from the state of tranquility. Doing away with it requires strength but even a cooped bird has to break its cage to achieve what it always yearns for…being “A FREE BIRD”.

Me - "An Indian"

The struggle starts, before I am born

I have to run, when I cannot walk

Still I have to live, still I have to survive

 And this is how my world looks like

The sea, the storm and the fire has life

I have to balance at the end of knife

No place, no home and no family can help me strive

And this is how my world looks like

No school, no education and no respect for me

I have the equal rights, but no-one is pleased

But, I can struggle and I can fight

And this is how my world looks like

I am forced to marry and I am forced to cry

I have lost my childhood before I could find

My world changed and it is difficult to breathe

And this is how my world looks like

I have days to work, but no nights to sleep

I have to fast, I have no food to eat

No dowry made me hear what I cannot listen

And this is how my world looks like

My world turned black, when I have to deliver a boy

I want to raise my voice, but I cannot try

I have everything to give, but nobody to share

And this is how my world looks like

Its time to stand and its time to show

The latent talent which the world doesn't know

The fight will start and no woman will cry

I can and I will change the world before I die

A new time will born and women will rise

No more struggle and no more compromise

I will stand with the world and walk ahead

Its gonna be a better world and I will see it before I am dead

LABYRINTH

Things came down above the ground
To rise again, taking me along
There was no air and there was no gravity
And I am still searching to know where I am


No trace of angels, no trace of devils
All I could see were empty barrels
The world changed from coloured to black & white
And I am still searching to know where I am


Barrels had no bottom, felt like I met infinity
It was all dark with holes in black
I could not feel the earth, I could not feel the light
And I am still searching to know where I am


I saw my childhood, I saw my past
The days are lost and their colours only last
It caught my hand and started to drive
And I am still searching to know where I am


I found the hoops, I found the colours
They were all memories, which build the ladder
But, I felt no energy to climb, no energy to fight
And I am still searching to know where I am


I gathered courage to make me feel alive
I found the space and I found the light
Now I had the path, I had the sight
And I am still searching to know where I am


I stood up again and started feeling life
I can feel the air and all colours revived
The spring was felt and flowers blossomed
And I am still searching to know where I am


I delved into inner-self and reached eternity
I could see myself and my life was moving
The air came back and now nothing was missing
Its all inside me and my soul knows where I am

India - Really our Hindustaan ?

If we keep on fighting with each other, cutting each others' throat
No trace will remain of our existence
Our actions are showing something else
And we keep on saying it is our Hindustaan

Women are suffering, children are crying
It is worse than those who are dying
We dont' really understand our Aan, Baan aur Shaan
And we keep on saying it is our Hindustaan

We dont' try because we know how to cry
Our tears dont' take action and we allow them to dry
We can change tomorrow but we dont' have the Imaan
And we keep on saying it is our Hindustaan

Its difficult to tell and tough to explain
We can only understand if we can feel the pain
India is not only our country but also our Abhimaan
And we keep on saying it is our Hindustaan