Thursday, October 11, 2012

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

 

 

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

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!
  http://theviewspaper.net/bapu/

Saturday, September 29, 2012

A Moment of Closure with Desire

                                                                       

                                                                        

I let desire …
The word—
grow in my heart.
I feed it…
Feed it every day!
Untill it starts feeding me.
But it does not last…
Never lasts long!


http://theviewspaper.net/a-moment-of-closure-with-desire/

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Simple Things





All the simple things...
are lost somewhere!
and they play Hide and Seek...
for its not the object that I desire..
I've got my feet to take me places....
I've got eyes to see what I want to..
the way I want to...
it's the blind beholder...
I have set my eyes upon,
who never opens his eyes...
as shut as a room with no air!
So evident...
yet so vague!

Monday, September 17, 2012

Time Tune

If we could make time!
At times...
rain drops on your head..
and wet sandals-
is all that you would want!

At times...
the best moments..
are witnessed
with eyes closed!

At times...
you wake up like a prince..
and end up..
like a beggar!

At time..
you dance..
to all the tunes..
that life created for you!

At times..
you want to give so much..
that you end up...
with empty hands!

At times...
a few dots..
speak up..
for that essay in your mind!

At times...
time is all..
you not have..
and so you end up living just a day!

Monday, August 20, 2012

Lullabies in my mind!

The vibrant paintings of Rhode Island based artist  Rich Pellegrino

I...
let my dreams fly...
and take them wings...
of their own...
and so high..
let the dreams fly..
and take wings 
of their own

I never ever could..
I never ever gave a thought 
about it...
I never ever would..
I never will give a thought about it..
I will just let my dreams
fly!
Fly so high..
so that they escape me..
and reach an alterspace.

I see..
balloons..
falling down..
with colors so vivid..
I see black..
and here I stop..
Why I see it?
Assuming...
I am absorbed by it!

I want radiance..
in search for it..
in corners..
in places..
in crowds..
alone..
and in times hard...
I find it their..
their in the deepest trenches..
that reside within me..

So, I let the dreams fly...
I ...
let my dreams fly..
so that they uncover all the realms for me..
of what I think..
what I shoud not..
I let them answer all the questions..
that reside in my soul!
that keep me wandering lost..

 


Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Mangoes in my Dustbin

What looks good...is not what you should be eating..!



There surely comes a time in life...when there's no going back--

Well, not referring to some incidence of estranged love being found...not happening...never happens--

It is just about this thela wala, the fruit vendor I met--and what he told me...that stopped everything around me for a moment...

Atleast that's how I would put it....
 
I am not a ritual fruit buyer...my room mate is awesome at grocery shopping and I never put my feet in her domain.

For some reason, she was out and  so for a change I did fruit shopping.

For the love of mangoes, my eyes were just searching for a thela with not so good looking mangoes (ideally the good looking ones are chemically treated...)

I coudnt decide what to pick..what not to...and out of curiosity, I just started questioning this thela wala---

Or probably my profession made me do that..Whatever, this is what happened...

Vendor 1

 Me: Bhaiya yeh AAM chemical so to nhin pkaya hai?

 Fruitwala: Madam sara Kela pkaya hai chemical se, baki kuch bhi nhin, haan aam ko pathar se pkaya hai...

 Me: I coudn't decipher kaunsa pathar untill I realised it is some chemical again(ripening agent) 


And so I moved to another thela.....


Vendor 2 
 
Me: Yeh aam shi hai bhaiya? Kya ise chemical se treat kiya hai

Fruitwala: Madamji, ap jo bhi khate ho, sab zeher hi toh (Poison) hai!

Me: Startled....(Did he just said it) " Matlab yeh pkaya hai carbide se?" 

Fruitwala: Madam, aap khin bhi chale jayo, aisa hi milega....koi sach btayega aur koi nhin...sare fal...aur sari sabziyaan aisi hi hain....hum sab zehar kha rhe hain aur ab kuch bhi nhin kar sakte


Me:I stood there for a while, looking at everyone...busy buying fruits/vegetables in the market--- 

We all know what is happening--what we consume is adulterated---we know that, but at the back of our minds, its hard to except it.

We go ahead and eat those vegetables, buy the mangoes and eat and drink POISON...probably because there is nothing pure left around....

I did buy those mangoes...because I know I cannot breathe air and live forever...

What scares me---there are so many diseases which will catch as anytime sooner...when we use these masalas, chemicals to ripen fruits......vegetables....

I do not want to get into the science or technical aspect of it, we all can google it, but I am seeing a Death soon....such an incident makes you believe that We as consumers are so ignorant, probably because we have fallen into the trap....of which there is no coming out...!

And for people who sell us these products...the eagerness to mint money makes them contaminate food products---for better sales--do hell with the quality.

Go Organic....well, its not affordable for every strata...

Then what is the solution?

Still looking for an answer.......

For the moment--I just threw that packet of mangoes in my dustbin, as this line echoes in my head----

 " Yeh Poison se pkaya hai".