The Mumbai Blasts: Dogs of Terrorism and Pack of Wolves as Leaders

A drop rolled down my cheek, and then another, and another
They seemed never ending, beyond my control
The pictures I saw were piercing my heart;
The pictures of fire, of pain, of the huge ‘fall’!
The fall of our pride, our love, our country
Our people, our guests, our heritage, our history
By fanatic fools, of a corrupt regime of people
Who inspire with lies, blind faith, and misguided stories.

People died, were killed for nothing,
And nothing was served, no one liberated, raised to paradise;
Selfish desires were met, veiled in fallacious yarn
Hiding felony in theories of virtue and vice
Innocent populace faced the bullets of ignorant minds,
Of terrorists who know nothing of what is real,
Who kill, because of no sane reason
But create their own ones, and fall prey to imprudent libel.

After all that has happened, we but stand and watch
Our imbecile leaders, who just talk, and pursue nothing;
They fill their pockets, and serve their selfish needs
And stand and watch the bereavement of their fellow beings.
What do they care for our welfare?
They only look back when votes are the concern;
They come and promise, and fall on their knees
Once elections are over, all is forgotten; well said, but never done!

Six decades down the stairs of freedom, this is where we still stand
Where a few terrorists come and rip apart our homes in ease
With all the advanced weaponry, and all the security everywhere
We are killed, tortured and raped, whenever the terrorists please.
And leaders appear in their secured vehicles, with crocodile tears and hidden smiles
Scheming the advantage such devastation can bring for them;
Whether the vote-banks will increase, and who can be fooled and influenced
And to which more advantage can this obliteration stem?

By crying out slogans, and hoping for the better,
We are, in no way, helping the same;
We are but falling prey to dogmatic political games
Where every fallen soldier remains as just another ‘name.’
It’s time for us to rise to the need of the hour,
And cuff crooked leaders on their faces;
And find better people, beyond the present flock of wolves
Who bite our necks at every chance, without leaving any trace!

The Dream Of an Awake Indian

Why to fall to one’s knees?

See the world, as everyone rises high!

Stand up and fight the clutches of agony,

Fight till you win, or, with honour, die!

We are a nation of awake people,

Of many a warrior, of strength and might!

When we stand together the world trembles!

When we strike; no one dares to fight!

Our freedom struggle stands testimony of the valour of this nation!

Our fore-fathers our idols, of strength and might!

Our poets and our musicians creating magic everywhere!

Our leaders have always taken our nation to great heights!

Then why are we ashamed of being Indians?

Why are we not proud of the country we live in?

Why are we falling prey to dogmatic beliefs and hypocrisies?

Why are we not raising our voice against forces so mean?

Our country is beautiful, with its culture and heritage;

We are rich in our means, and when we look at the start

We see ourselves standing from the ashes of our own nation,

But we stand upright now, with pride in our heart!

The beggar on the road, and the tattered clothes should not pull us down,

But make us responsible of seeing the obvious, and removing the same.

To see our nation proud of its teeming millions,

We should fight it, rather than be ashamed!

The day we Indians raise all together,

And stand against all such hurdles in our path,

They will be crushed beneath our feet and pulverized beyond existence;

And India would be but ‘heaven on earth’!

I know it’s a dream of a patriot Indian,

But how I hope all Indians dreamt this,

How I hope I could see a person making a difference,

With a little hug, or a small kiss!

Lost in Front of The Fear of Death!!!

Like a dark cloud engulfing the sky,

The light of life was getting dimmer;

The past episodes played back in my mind,

The difference between life and death was getting slimmer!

In spite of living for so many years,

I felt as if I had not lived at all,

I could remember everything that happened with me,

Suddenly life looked so small!

To gather courage I applied my mind

To find a reason to happily die;

To reason out the fear associated with death

And emanate courage from truths or lie!

Life is a journey, a river flowing by;

Death is a destination where the river meets the ocean!

I do not understand why the ocean looks fearful;

It is but us only, Almighty’s creation.

We separate from that ocean as droplets of water,

And land on a body where we see life

Hence our journey should always be towards reaching that ocean again

In reality, it is that for which we strive.

All the reasons sounded so good;

Everything made me feel intelligent and smart

However, in the back of my mind

How I hoped I could go back to the start!

All reasoning failed in front of the harsh truth,

And the truth was that I did not want to die,

I wanted to live, for life, for love,

And everything else was a farce, a lie!

I remembered my mother’s warm hug

Every time I succeeded in whatever small way;

I wanted to lie in her lap and cry,

I wanted to be with her every single day!

I remembered my father, his bold strong voice;

And how he always stood as the strongest pillar of our life

His guiding hand in every endeavor we ventured into;

His concern even when we handled a small knife!

I remembered my sister, my support in everything

How she stands by my side in pranks and success

How she smiles when I fall, and teaches me to get up on my own;

I wanted to tell her that I loved her, which I might have told so less!!!

I remembered my dreams, of big aims and success;

Of a huge car, a huge house, an enormous life!

And how I also planned to realize those dreams;

But always failed when it came, for it, to strive!

How I hoped I had not done the mistakes that I did,

How I hoped that everything in life would be good!

I feared looking back at all that I had done,

I feared to see life from where I stood!

I only realized how foolish people are

When they say they want to die,

Because when it comes to seeing death on its face

The dreadful flash shuts your eye!

I realized it’s not a joke to stand at the edge,

It’s not a joke to see death in the eye!

It’s not a joke to see life slipping away from your hand,

It’s not a joke to see the end nearby.

I just hoped for a second chance,

To correct all that that I had done wrong!

So that at least if I meet God Almighty,

I can hold my ground, and stand strong!!!

Speculations

A fearsome flash revealed a dreadful sight,

And I pushed it away with all my might,

It still persisted, with the agonising pain

And I knew it would leave a 'dark' stain!

A saddist, a pesimist, a depressed soul

A person without hope, without a goal!

I have heard so much about myself now

That all i do is 'take a bow!'

All I do is look at the mirror and smile

At all that i believed all this while.

I feel happy that atleast I dreamt well;

So what if I woke up in Hell!

At least in my dreams i saw Paradise;

And now, for me it would be wise

To accept it all and move along

To find 'my place'; where I 'belong'.

With all my heart i try to achieve this

But in the very beginning, it is all amiss!

As my heart was the curse; in a state of mess.

And there is where lied all my weakness

Only if I had used my 'mind',

I might have succeded, to realise what I attempted to find.

Today I have even left hope of finding myself!

Of finding that peace; that solitude; a place where i might dwell...

Call me a saddist, a curse, a pesimist, intolerable; but

I am, and will be this; because doors of change have all been shut!

Reality Strikes Again!!!

Am I a man or a machine?

Can I not have emotions?

Why is it difficult to understand me?

Understand my feelings and their erosions…

Have I ever forced anyone

To go against their heart?

Why then do I suffer this fate

That too from people close to my heart?

Why is it my fault always

And never an understanding from their side?

Why, in spite of living with people I love

To cry, I cover my face and hide?

Some relations I nurtured with love and care,

And today those relations have pushed me away;

To them, I have shared my life as an open book

But now they are but happy when I am away…

They go off to places, and never ask a word

They arrive at conclusions without hearing my part

They call me selfish, and curse me from their heart

They close their doors, and through me apart

The relations I nurtured with love and care

And held close to my heart;

Those very relations are away from me

And I am alone, as I was in the start!

The saddest part is looking across

And finding a loved and nurtured relation,

Throw me away from his life

As a dirt, a curse, a despised creation!

When that very relation was my support

My pillar in times of agony and trouble,

A friend who knows everything about me,

An umbrella to rain and stones’ rumble!

A person who knew me before I spoke

Who understood me as my friends back home;

Whose side, I didn’t leave come whatever may,

Even he knows that for him I sustained in a ‘dome’!

Everyone have their reasons for whatever they do,

But I would have never told him to bow for me,

I know how it is when you are insulted

But you can do nothing, and let it be!

I thought at least he would support me,

He would understand what made me react,

And would be my side at all times

This I believed as God, as any real fact!

My hallucination is broken, and I am awake

And for him, I will even bow!

Maybe, someday, he will appreciate me for this,

And in this I will believe; through whatever; ‘somehow’!!!

The Fall and The Fight Back...

Shaking floor and shivering cold

Woke me up from my deep sleep

I looked around to find help

I could see nothing as the darkness was blinding deep

I panicked and awaited

For terror to show its face

I knew a storm had reached my door

And I knew that it would leave its’ trace.

I knew that I would face the horror again

The horror I had faced a few years back

I knew that it would be as difficult as it was then

To bring my life back in the track

Suddenly the door banged open

And dust and storm swept me away

Away from that dream that I was dreaming

To a known but painful way.

Everything sweet started tasting sour

Every smile looked like a frown

Many dreams shattered on the floor

All the hands only pulled me down.

Fighting my way through that maze

I tried my best to find my way back

I only found many more mazes

Drifting me away from my track.

The goal was not far, neither near,

It was just blurring from the dust

All the strings were breaking

Life was moving away, and fast!

A drop of tear rolled down my cheek,

But I wiped it as fast as I could

As this drop would show my defeat

When, in that war, I still firmly stood.

I had to keep on fighting

Against that truth of life and its trace

I had to show that I was not a failure

I still firmly held on my place.

I knew that the storm was not a dream

It was rather a wake-up call

To wake me up from my dream

Before I could trip and fall.

I knew that there were many people

Who still believed in me and my worth

I knew that I still had time to show

Who I was and what was my worth.

All the sarcasm and all the laughter

Were but helping my determination

I was preparing to fight my way

Through that road; a Satan’s creation.

I had walked then and I will walk now

I will make my mark again

I will not fall prey to the agonies of useless satire

I will overcome this too, beyond the accompanied pain.

Pinched Back to Reality

Black clouds engulfed the clear sky,
The light of the day was about to die,
The morning dew had just vanished
Leaving the leaves, stale and dry!
Faded colour of the buildings near by
Added to the dull melancholy of the day
Moss and rust had not just appeared;
They had come here to, forever, stay.
Devil's manifestation had an upper hand
In transforming the day to a dark night,
The clutches of agony had squeezed the moment
And deprived us of our happiness, our 'light'!

Standing at the door, I looked beyond,
To find a living leaf, a blade of grass;
Barren land and naked stones welcomed my gaze,
All that was visible, was rather a farce...
Falling on my knees, I looked up and prayed,
Prayed for reality, for that 'ray' of light;
To return me my strength, my hope, my faith,
My love, my life, my happiness, my 'might'.
I needed them all to break open the doors
Which lead the way to places unknown;
I could only see a flickering flame
About to die; a stale poem, an old lonesome stone...

I DEFINED LOVE FOR MYSELF

What is Love?

I love an ‘Angel’, who brings light to my dim world,
I love an Angel, who brightens my most dull days,
I love an Angel, with whom I forget all agonies,
I love an Angel, who eases my life’s difficult ways;
I love an Angel who calms me in my most tensed hour,
I love an Angel, who glows within me the deepest of emotions,
I love an Angel, who enlightens my want to live life more,
I love an Angel, who has broken all my pre-conceived notions.
I close my eyes and see her in front, smiling my sadness away,
I hug her there and stay that way to keep all worries at bay;
I open my eyes, and look at the sky, to see a shining star,
In it I see, her sparkling eyes, staring at me from a far.
In those eyes I am lost, lost in a world unknown,
Where flowers carve the path ahead, where the ground is devoid of stones,
Where sadness is unknown to the place, where tears do not drop,
Where life is a party, a celebration, one which can never stop.
I get charmed when she is with me, I am lost in her,
I loose all desire to face reality, I only look at her.
She comes and fills my life with everything beautiful and serine,
And all my attempts to release her charisma is all but in vain.
I can only see her eyes where I have lost my heart,
I can only see her lashes which, with her eyelids, do flirt,
I can only see her brows, where frowns do never appear,
I can only see her eyes, where truth is most clear!
I know now what love is, but I differ from dictionaries,
I differ from scholars; I differ from love-stories,
I differ from the world in the way it defines love,
I differ from Almighty, in the heavens above!

Love is but her sparkling eyes; love is her flowing hair;
Love is her essence which I feel, even when she’s not there;
Love is her words which bring a new desire to live;
Love is her faith on which rests my life’s belief;
Love is the feeling which crosses me every time I hug her;
Love is the emotion within me which her presence does stir;
Love is the desire to hug her tight and tell her what she means to me;
Love is she, her complete being, what else could Love be???

DREAMER!

Love has been very kind to me, for giving love to me;
Because today she defines love for me,
And I get lost in that feeling of completeness and warmth
Which she brings with herself, every time she is with me.
Her eyes, which make me feel special in every way;
Her words, which ignite emotions unknown,
Her hugs, which create the wish to live again,
Her gestures, which can melt the strongest of stones.
That is love for me, nothing beyond her existence,
That is where I stay, in complete happiness and peace,
That is my world, where I want to live forever,
And, my heart is where she lives.

Today, suddenly, I woke up from this dream,
And saw my house being snatched away,
I only stood in amazement at what was happening,
And kept on wondering, now, where would I stay.
I saw the ground beneath my feet
Being dug down till I fall in it,
And I felt helpless about what should I be doing
To save myself from falling in it.
Suddenly the sky became grey, and cloudy,
And thunder started deafening my ears;
And I could see myself melting down
In the flow of my own tears.

Happiness is always a guest for few moments
After which it leaves us in thirst of itself.
This truth was staring at me now
And, then, I was trying to hide myself;
Hide from the truth that slapped me every time I looked at it;
The truth I would have preferred to lie hidden somewhere;
The truth of my life, and of the relation I was living on;
The truth which blinded me with its glare!
However, I had to live with it, no matter what,
As I believed that my love would look back at me again
To embrace me in her heart, and hug me;
And to drench me of all my sufferings and my pain.

With every tear rolling down my cheeks, I found myself burdened
With the task of hiding my pain with the camouflage of a smile
And I tried my best to theatre my acting skills now;
But eventually I realized that all this was in vain, all this while!
I could not hide my pain under the veil of smiles,
As my smiles spoke lies more than my eyes,
Filled with disgust I stared at that truth
Till it blinks or my world dies!
And my world came to a standstill with this truth,
And I lost my life in a stampede of pains,
I lost my heart, to devil’s hand,
And found my soul in torture’s mane!

Suddenly, a splash of water awakened me,
And I found that angel standing in front of me;
I realized that the nightmare was not true
And I still had my angel with me.
All that I had seen was just a dream,
The ground underneath my feet had not been taken away,
Love had not merely knocked my door,
She had come in my life to stay.
I pulled her close, and hugged her tight;
I held her close, to feel her presence
I again found myself in my home
Where life was paradise, and love was in abundance!