that PHASE!

That phase...
when you are happy...
with what you have-

 What is lost--
you do not look behind.

What is in front...

You cherish it--
You love it--
You welcome it..
with open hands---

You change...
but you love the new changes...
You accept--
that everyday..
cannot be yours...
but its on you...
to make the most of it...

Society

Hey you!

The dreadful you---

The gory you...

The distressed you...

The hypocrite you---

The bald you---

The make-believe you!

The multi-faceted you...

The miniscule you.

When I am an I,

I am lost—

Trying to comprehend—

What precisely are you?

12 AM cooking

there's is nothing like a 12 AM maggi!

                                                             Not that I intend to...
                                                                but time stops---
                                                                   works late--
                                                                 hunger pangs--
                                                   but laziness holds me tightly---
                                                               On a look out--
                                                           of shortcuts again---
                                                                  and I see 
                                                                   MAGGI!

Sadistic Pleasure

A big trash bin...

And I bend down--

Filth…

Papers...

Knick-knacks--

Damaged goods--

How it feels?

To carry all this--

Of bearing the weight...

Of being spitted and spattered at

Of being an object--

that carries--

what is used and thrown.

If it were human--

It would have been hard--

To live a life--

which yields nothing--

You serve the best...

you derive zero from it...

and you are asked...

to let it go!

I feel better…

For the bin---

It solves the purpose..

of standing their--

It has got nothing…

to worry about--

it is an IT…

 

 

The weeping meadows!

Modified by Swati Singh Sambyal

Bapu!

For had you been breathing,

In the country,

that it has become..

Your lungs would have been choked

By the pollution---

In our surrounds,

and our hearts—

The India

that you visioned…

Is free from the chains…

But not free from clutches of corruption—

You wished to break the divide between

the rich

and the poor—

It is everlong…

Intellect is rare to find—

Everyone takes shortcuts…

Humility is hidden—

Its Rage that is visible on faces…

The lands are taken…

The rivers have dried…

They say…

for development.

And yet..everything is scarce!

People are still fighting for bare necessities…

Food…water…light..

Role models have vanished…

Everyone is a model..

Learning has diminished..

Everything is a mirage..

Had you seen this progress..

You would have had…

Tears in your eyes!

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