Eyes

My eyes hurt, and they hurt me
They say that they don’t want me to see
They don’t want me to read, or write

They say, shut me up, there is too much deceit, too much lie
My eyes, my eyes, they burn on the inside

They say there is too much pain in the world
My eyes hurt me
They say that they don’t want me to see

My eyes, my eyes, they burn on the inside
They say there is too much pain in the world

And they cannot see any more cries,
My eyes, they ask me to shut them up
They cannot face anymore disguise

My eyes, my eyes, my eyes

They hurt and cry
They urge me to shut them up

They tell me that the end is nigh.

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The Man Who Knew Too Much

The dumb slept first
for he had nothing to speak,
The one who never saw
had no need to, for he was always asleep,
The man who could not hear
was haunted by nightmares filled with vicious screams,
The one who knew nothing
always relished sweet dreams,
While the man who knew too much
probably slept the least.

In life

The dumb possessed no worries
he never kneeled to pray,
The man with blind eyes
almost always had his way,
The man who was deaf
managed a desolate corner to stay,
The one who knew nothing
never bothered to succeed,
And the man who knew too much
lived a life diseased.

Before Death

The dumb died in silence
The blind did not mind,
The deaf was slightly troubled
The ignorant’s death was kind,
But the man who knew too much;
Well he was never alive.

 

Where is Life?

Where is Life?

Where is life if not here?

Mumbai was in floods few days back

And Florida still is,

where you gonna go?

China has plastic rice

and Korea is high on nukes and is begging for war,

The capital is choking

Tabloids still feature divorces of Dukes.

Where is life if not here?

Japan still has shakes

Cars are jacked in Cape Town

And Syria is still in flames,

Dubai has got too many laws for me

And there are far too many buildings in the UAE;

Brazil is hot, Mexico is not

Pakistan is hell-bent on doing all that she should not.

Then where is life

and where is it naught?

Paris has got promises to fulfil

The villages in Myanmar are all empty

Kenya had black men and now white giraffes

Children are all soldiers in North of Africa.

Where is life, if not here?

Where are you gonna go?

The shores of Athens are bathed in oil

And UK is out of her of home

Australia is high on energy

New Zealand has got Chinese spies.

Where is life, where it is naught?

All visages are alike,

what use is it to sort?

 

 

 

 

 

Words of the World

Words of the World

Why do you hide your thoughts
behind the veil of your state-of-the-art vocabulary?
You talk about society and secularism from the knowledge you gained in the library.

Come down here,
Amidst the men of this earth, this country, state, district, village,
Set your feet amongst these men of the world;

See how they see and what they see
The torture, deaths, debts, and rapes,
Feel the burden of falling economy on their tired and old heads,
Walk with them on the drought-stricken lands and
Share with them a-day-old rotten bread.

And when you have known how they live,
When you are aware of the truth, the society, the people
Then talk of them, write, and preach
Your ideas in their language, in their words;

And only then will your words ever have meaning,

Else they will just be passionate masterpieces, meaningless verses
About bells, ghosts, and birds;

Afterall what story is a story, or a prose, or a poem
That is full of words, but empty of yourself,
unclear to the people of the world.

People to Talk to

I am looking for people,
To talk to,
I don’t step out every other weekend
But that does not mean I am an introvert,
Don’t assume so that I cannot,
But I fail to find people I would want to go out with.
People whom I could talk to in rhymes,
People who have a stable heart and an open mind,
People who are not chained to the bells
Not scared of their chimes.
I’m searching for people
Who are ambitious but not blind,
Who are brave at heart and though they believe in fear
Are ready to give up everything,
even themselves for their dreams,
I want to meet those dreamers, the mad hatter’s, and the insane jokers.
People who want to grasp every star in the sky,
But don’t mind if they don’t.
I am looking for people
With capability to probe a million bizarre ideas,
Yet free from influence except their own,
People who intend to grow forever
And yet never outgrow
For people who are more than what they show.

18 Martyrs

18 Martyrs

18 men 3 days back died
And they died not for themselves
But for each one amongst the billions of us
Fighting our battle for paradise,
Without one excuse, they gave their lives,
As they been doing so since long
While we sit here
In our comfy abodes
And watch their sacrifice on TV Munching chips and sipping tea,
And then
And then we just forget,
And it’s alright,
We are humans
But not this time,
Because we are humans.
Let’s not those 18 lives,
Pass by us in a daze,
Stop for moment, close your eyes
And try to feel their rage,
Who have lost more than soldiers,
They have lost husbands, and brothers, and sons
Just think about them,
Just do it for once,
And try to feel their sorrow,
Acknowledge their lives,
Respect their deaths.
For they could have done anything else,
Like all of us do,
But they chose to do what they did,
And they did for me and you.

At a Glance

Get out of yourself,

Open the window, look outside

see the terror spreading on every side

Walk on the street, look around

grim, gossip, and gluttony,

rage, pride, and mutiny,

whole humanity hell-bound.

Glance at the world,

thirst and hunger in children’s eyes

people deluded by politicians’ lies,

A world: weak and terrified,

Screeching and burning in religious wars,

learned men searching life on Mars,

A fake mosaic glorified.

 

 

Stop making up

Try and peek behind the fa├žade,

Life neck deep in fog.

Start living up

Go be a fox or be a pig,

But never ever be a dog.