Dhanbad, Jharkhand, India
No More a Captive!
They will not be a captive
in thy built walls-
Of voices against injustice, torments
are very loud.
Their pen inscribed words
not of ink but of blood!
All the screams and scar of people, majestically
defines their verse.
They peacefully began the war through
paper blank, igniting people's mind, scribbling
do not be scared
of monsters and monarchs!
Their thoughts were swords and
words their shield.
Days are dark but they are sure
the sun will rise, they know their people
will learn to resist and destroy
age-old ideological shrines that
still survive.
The trumpet of freedom again will be heard-
Caste, creed, colour, religion
will surely one day rest in a
forgotten tomb.
It's a reminder to all
For ages the game of divide and rule survives;
it's difficult to search, whom to
point and accuse; whom to
punish for bloodshed, massacre, and
our decline?
We are all captives
of Not the power abroad.
But the very roots of
our ignorance and morals begone.
Extremists, sexists, naxalites, and terrorists
are the few whom do they list, but
are they really the culprits?
When thought twice, before playing
game of blame, they discovered, our society is
not only plagued by them.
They are not threatened to say
what they think.
Not in a whisper, in a voice loud
they did reveal -
It's no one else but the massive majority:
of the Hypocrites, who always intervene
against those who follow different
music and fights against those
plaguing leech.
It's high time to treat
those rotten minds
If not cured now
we'll never be able to
freely breathe!
Maybe tomorrow we will not be able to
write and speak; but
Our sacrifice will not be waste in heaps
as rays of hope floods in through
ventilation of bars of Society thine.
Today or tomorrow,
again, will children cry, stumble and fall
but soon they will learn to trod, climb and rise.
The day will come when
sun will rise, maybe
again, the night will come bringing
darkness in the world;
but, mark the words of
free soul who writes
sky will be full of stars and the moon to shine,
who will make the flag of humanity
flutter freely, as if
URSA MAJOR in the sky.
No More a Cinderella!
I met an angel
courageous, fierce and full of light
Requesting:
Mumma, please tell me story of your life
when suddenly the phone rang and she ran.
The mother in a red saree sat still,
her eyes holding untold stories beneath.
As
an outcast
an Untouchable
she lived in that house, where was
taught to behave like a cow,
born to do all the household chores
considering it written in the Gospel.
To her
alphabets were Alien
wants Unnecessary
dreams Unworthy, and
Existence, a sad hallucination!
One day they decided on her behalf,
who will be her better half,
no one inquired about her YES or NO
as if a commodity in the
Barter System of society to be
Bought and Sold.
She had to tie a knot with stranger
who in disguise was monstrous and disgrace -
The Caligula of Rome!
To him
She was merely a body and no soul
A bait of flesh to fulfil his sexual thirst.
Every night she was abused, next morning
forced to put on a beautiful smile.
Belt, Shoes, Stick and Broom
She witnessed all their painful touch to her doom.
Day and night she worked, but still was deprived
of nutritious food during her developing womb.
All her hopes and fostered dreams of
Prince charming now bit the dust!
She switched on the television to distract herself,
changed channels consecutively in quick succession,
then her fingers finally rested on
Cartoon Network.
The protagonist of the cartoon cauterized
her age-old wound, she now realized,
she was a nincompoop who
thought herself to be Cinderella
waiting for her Prince Charming to bestow a boon.
Finally
She decided to abandon the
hollow house to become
Alice in the Wonderland!
Hastily the door was pushed, the
Angel with her tiny feet entered the room.
She ran to her mother; it is time to sleep.
Mother said:
Alice! Go and brush your teeth
tomorrow you have to
wake up early for
quiz.
