Meri Privilege

Meri Privilege mujhe chup rehna sikhati hai,

Chaubees mey se chalo dus ghante toh bijli mill jati hai..

Sadak pakki nhi toh kya, sarkaar tender toh bharvati hai,

Itne sawal kyu poochte ho.. har roz ye yaad dila ti hai. 

Hum sab privileged log chup ho jate hain 

dekh kar - bina privilege ke log ek dard sa liye ghoom rhe hain.

Kabhi lal quila, kabhi shaheen bagh, kabhi JNU ka rasta pooch rhe hain.

Aur hum solidarity aur support ka lal ya kala photo laga kar, samanya kaam kaaj ki gadi pakad lete hain.

Kya hai ye desh humare liye, na aazadi ka josh hai, na lathi charge ka aakhrosh 

Bas hain shayad ek afsos,

Ki privilege ne jo humko you jadka hai

Is Neoliberal trap mey, wahi channel, wahi akhbar pakda rkha hai.

Jo darate hai, fir opinion chipkate hain.

Na kuch sun ne ka mann hai, na kuch bolne ka sahas

Kuch aisi hi hai meri privilege 

Lab toh hain azaad par aazadi mehangi pad jayegi.

Hum dekhenge tabhi, jab apne pe baat ayegi..

This ship takes me 

wherever 

it wants

to these springs

seas

scenic jaunts

Where I lost myself 

in the veins 

of rivers, 

ravines, 

the test of 

time, 

just to chance upon a

phone beep.

A text message, 

no text.  

just a photo 

some words 

made me smile, 

as I add another mile

to a primordial place

forever unfazed

born under 

the 

’Northern light’ 

with fire and ice 

an absolute sight

to watch 

time slip 

out of hand

like hourglass sand 

so, here’s an Ode to Iceland

This Primordial place,

forever unfazed

Born from fire and ice, 

Under the Aurora light,

let time slip by like hourglass sand, 

as you watch this Ode to Iceland

Where I lost myself 

in the veins of rivers, 

the ravines, 

the test of time, 

Kuch tanhaiyon ka naam nhi hota...
Kuch rishton ka anjaam nhi hota..
Thokar kha ke toh sambhalna ata hai..
Par kuch ghaavon ka kisi pe ilzaam nhi hota
In dard ke ahsaason mey ek gherai si chuppi hai... Iss khamoshi ke peeche pe lakhon aahein simti hai... Yuh toh sitam bardasht karne ki takat khuda baksh hi deta hai... Par himmat tut jane ki koi bharpai nhi hoti...
Ek pankh ka parinda aaj udaan bharna chahta hai...aseem akash ki unchaiyo ko ek baar fir chuna chata hai.. Honsle buland, dil me ek arosh.. Par ek pankh se kaun hi milon ki doori teh kar pata hai

Close stranger.

Vexed, perplexed just making it complex,

Adding scars on skin with stares

Provoking anger, misery and scare

Not fair.. They dont care.. Nobody's here. 

Except me.. You see. What we chose to be.

Do anothing about much

Just burn to ashes and turn to dust

Mistrust.. Thats what you sow

And reap what you must

Agony, pretence and disgust

You've held it so tight to let it go

So flow, now in the pool of your sorrow

Thinking not of today, but tomorrow

Which you'll have to borrow, from someone, coz you choked yours just for fun

Wake up oh close stranger I see you die, you cry and try.. to hide those tears, with smears, which nobody hears.. Screaming aloud all your fears

So just clear.. Your mind. Your heart. Your soul 

We all have our battles 

Your's is greater or maybe mine

Entwined.. With so many ryhmes .. Your's, his or mine. 

But we're all doing fine. Walking the line.

Letting it shine. 

Talking it one day at a time.

Badlaav

Badlaav sirf ek bhavana hai

Jo badalte waqt ke saath khud ko badal deti hai

Badlaav toh sirf ek dhokha hai

Khud ka danka bajane wala morr

Swarn aksharon se mann moorkh ko rijhaane wala..

Aur fir bin baat ek din Kali seeyai se khud ko mita dene wala..

Badlaav tog sirf ek ehsaas hai

Jo apne jeete jee sirf ek umeed ki dor se hume baandh deta hai

Par shayad sirf badlaav hi hume zindagi ke asal maiyene se wakif karvane mey saksham hai..

Take the Highroad

When the mountains beckon you to tell a story

When the rallping river wants to immerse you in its glory

When the sun appears from the corner of the earth 

And watching a million stars is what life's worth

When the wind wants to ruffle your hair

When the stillness of the sky is all you want to stare

Where every view inspires you write a song!

The Highroad will take you to somewhere you belong.

 #TakeTheHigroad 

Initiator

Something new awaits

drop your mask now

The reason of all beginnings 

The needful initiative

It is initiating

The creative block is over

The skin is shed

The tide is low 

Cross the waters mellow and slow

The circle seems vicious 

The trap seems set

But you're a fish of your own mind

Wanted yet free

Lifes sweet irony

Learn to live with goodbyes

Goodbyes are good

People who say them return

People who don't have gone long back

The way seems long

But the journey is short

It has chained you

It has changed you