Tuesday, April 20, 2010



Do our hearts really feel and respect their sacrifice.........???????



As the citizens of this nation we all were dumbstruck and stormed by the dantewada massacre incident.But a serious question arises...have we become so insensitive...???? that it took only three or four days to make it an affair of yesterday....only this much a soldier of our nation matters to its country people...???directly i may not be able to serve this matter but i dedicate this poem to our soldiers...and question the present situation of law and order in our country....and politics...



CHEEKHTA ZAMEER HAI....


Cheekh hai pukar hai ye kaisa hahakaar hai...

jameen ki lakeero pe machi ye kaisi mar hai.

Kehne ko hum ek desh hai hum ek hai hum ek hai,

par chhupe kitne bhes hai anek hai.. anek hai.

Machi hai maar kitni k.. ye tera hai ye mera hai,

vahshipan ne dala hai soch par bhi dera hai.

Ajtak toh sirf sarhadho ka khatra tha,

wo raat din sarhadho pe isiliye toh ladta tha.

Par aj toh andar hi lagi ye aag hai,

phan phailaye betha ye NAXALO ka naag hai.

Kitna hai vish bhara isme kitni hai darindagi,

daanv pe lagi hain na jane kitni jindagi.

Na jane aur kitni jaane ye leel k le jayga,

Par sawal hai.... kya kabhi ye zeher khatam ho payga...??

Afsos hai is desh k toh pehredar hi chor hai,

thaami hai jo naxalo ne wo inhi ki toh dor hai.

Desh hai ye AAM ka marta bhi yahan AAM hai,

rajneeti hai ye yahan bhaavnao ka kya kaam hai.

Chale gaye jo jaan se unka toh yaad bhi na naam hai,

bujh gaya chulha gharo ka par yahan toh ab bhi rangeen sham hai.

Kaun kehta hai hum azad hai hum ab bhi bas ghulam hai,

kisi ka suraj dhal gya toh kya yahan toh ab bhi takraate jaam hai.

Ye kaise laalachi bhediyo k hatho me is desh ki lagaam hai,

gairat nahi..bagal me hai chhuri chhipi aur mukh me raam hai.

Kaisi lagi ye aag hai jisme subkuch hai jal raha,

khud ki hi mitti me ye naxal ka saanp hai ab pal raha.

Khichti hi ja rahi is zameen par lakeer par lakeer hai,

aur kitne ghar jalayegai abto cheekhta zameer hai.

Bas karo ab bas karo.... kab tak ye silsila yuhi chalta rahega,

Kab tak laachar maa baap ka beta shaheed hota rahega.

Ye raajneeti band karo jhakjhoro apne zameer ko,

desh ko baant k jala rahi roko is lakeer ko.

Aakhir kab tak is desh ka jawan soyega maut k bichhone pe....???

aakhir kab tak bachpan khelega maut k khilono se....????




























Friday, April 16, 2010

THAT'S LIFE.......


Circle of life is so vicious,
sometime sweet sometime bitter sometime delicious.
Beautiful moments are so amusing,
but sometimes situation is so confusing.
With exploring world's color and kind,
it's getting finally into my mind.
It's true that life is dynamic,
nothing constant and nothing rhythmic.
Life is full of different and uneven motions,
fluctuating with merry and sorrow like emotions.
Nobody can overrule or beat this clock,
that's life and it really rocks.
Unpredictable,a single word that defines life,
but don,t forget......
Possibility , also single that sustains life.....

Thursday, April 15, 2010

WHERE ARE WE HEADING...??????

Really that is a question which compells me to think,to analyse and to unfold the world around me.If i compare older times with today's time i may become partial and judgemental because i am not an eyewitness of my parents's and grandparents's childhood.But yes for sure,i can compare the time i have seen,enjoyed and lived with today's fast cut throat copetitive time i am currently in.If i go twelve or fifteen years back in my childhood,surprisingly,i found it completely different from the childhood now i observe around myself.It was real,innocent so naive and pure.I still remember me and my friends would eagerly wait for the evening time in summer vacations to rush out and play for hours and hours and hours till our parents would get tired of screaming after us.Actually if i go back i find trees,butterflies,birds,neighbourhood lanes,terrace,kites,kanche,cards,carrom,ludo,eye spy,pakdam pakdai,self created mimicry plays as my world, i know at that time i would die for all those things.That world was real,feelings were real,emotions were real,that time was awesome.Mine was a joint family so all those who have one can realy connect to this.I remember that incredible time and moments we all as family members shared together.There was a bond of love and care with which we were silently bound.After school everyday,me with my brothers as guide would fly kites on terrace and our grandfather,who always pretented to be very strict,would spy and attack on us like police and then we would run here and there to save our lives.Unfotunately if we ever got caught we had supreme court-my grandmother on our side,by default,to save us.One rupee per day given by my grandmother to us was a big feast and once in a while on some occassion she would us give five rupees and that used to be a big jackpot.At that time childhood was really childhood in every means.We would cry for our friends,collect all stupid items from anywhere just to increase that stock,share everything we had, whether feelings or things with friends.It was a simple sweet and innocent world filled with emotions,love,warmth and care.

Now back to the present when i see around myself i see children but one thing i find missing is their childhood.Now their world comprises of video games,computers,all sorts of electronic gadgets restricting their body and brains just in one room.All the time they are exposed to harmful electromagnetic waves affecting not only their body and brain but genes.It is a serious question that WHERE ARE WE LEADING TO........?

Children are not children anymore.The time they should be busy with their studies and playing you can find them surfing on net about sex and porns.By the time they are nine or ten they are more smarter and mature than we were at fifteen.They just want to grow up very fast.Net surfing,porns,fake friendships,misintepreting infatuation as love and love as sex,isolation,self-centered,early maturity,closed rooms, and frustration these are some words which help me to describe today's chidhood....... Their world is so virtual that they consider a mobile phone more valuable than any relation in their life, it's their only world and they are confined to the actually narrow boundaries of it.Today's competitiveness and faster technology may be one of these reasons responsible for this.To some extent we ourselves are to be blamed for snatching their childhood. In hunger of name,fame,money and position we completely ignore emotional and psychological needs of our children.To get a status in our heartless society we are sacrificing their childhood .

As a resident of national capital since last four years i deeply observed metropoliton childhood and it is very sad and disapointing to find out that ....IT HAS BEEN LOST SOMEWHERE!!!!!!!! gone are the days when childhood was innocent and pure.

I wish those days and time to come back, if it is possible, to make today's children feel that there is a world which is much more BEAUTIFUL than they are presently living in.Finally i feel that TIME.. and EMOTIONS.... are something which are missing from today's world.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

manzil

Band ye ankhe hai aur kitne sapne hai lye,
bechan hai ab khulne ko aur khulkar haqiqat me badalne k lye.
Har ek pal ki maang hai tu bas ab behta rahe,
jeet hai chhupi teri mujhi me waqt bhi ye kehta rahe.
Rukna jhukna tootna sambhalna ye samay ab beet gaya,
nazar hai tez manzil pe teri bas samaj ab jeet gaya.
Mat samaj majhdhaar hai toh haar hai, ye toh ek padaav hai,
bas samjhle itna ki majhdhar se hi toh manjil ka judav hai.
Saahas ki kashti yahan tak layi hai, toh ab vishwas ki aage bhi le jaygi.
Bas rakh honsla khudi me aur badha chal,
har toofan se lad jhagad kar teri kashti nikal hi jaygi.
Ho rahe hai faansle kam teri is raftar se,
tujhe paane k lye ab manjil khud nikal k kaygi.
Tu jin raho me chala tha vishwas rakh,
yakinan unhi pe han teri manzil tujhe mil jaygi.