The Last Glare

She was holding his hand in her own. She did not want him to go any far for even a moment. Having lost almost everything already, she did not have the courage to deal with a new loss. Though she knew she would not be there for long to loose anything now, still she had hope. In her 84 years of life, she had been hurt for almost 55 years. Within a year of her marriage, her parents died in a road accident. Then she lost her first child when it was only 5 years old. And now she had just one person with herself, her husband- her only support, her entire life. Though she had her child, the second one, she didn’t really know where he was. Despite of loving him so much, he had abandoned them years ago when they badly needed him. And here it was, the present day. She lying on the hospital bed, suffering from a deadly disease which was eating her up all this while. To the limits of her satisfaction, she was still happy with the little things she had. With her husband’s hand in hers, she was smiling..and smiling. Both were smiling at each other. This was the last glare they shared with each other. And the time came. Her wish to meet her child remained unfulfilled and she lost her breadth. He was still holding her hand but there was no movement in her body. Her heartbeat had stopped. And..he was still holding her hand but this time, with tears in his eyes. Having left him alone, empty and incomplete, she had gone. She was no more.

To Dream Is To Enlighten, To Enlighten Is To Educate

My books- my world

My world- a dream

all I wish, I can achieve

I can find for myself

a world of my own

I wonder how they

who don’t have access

to books and dreams

feel the realization, their life is gone

To be educated is such a big thing

like a singer’s chorus and a bird’s song

no pens in hand

and stress on mind

they strive to seek

some literature- sober and kind

Their eyes glitter

their wishes scatter

they sleep on rugs

and dream of paper

The ink they love

its patches they save

with fear and hard work

their paths they pave

Yes, they wish to be educated

and they wish by others to be stated

their only wish is to set an example

and have no hopes set for being pampered

The light of education reaches all

this is my dream- not big, so small

to enlighten ourselves is all we need

the knowledge we gain we have to feed

We need to read and we need to write

we need to plan our future bright

yes, we need to be educated

yes, we need to dream and hold it tight


 

Sex Is Cheap, Love An Expensive Lie

Today is the time when people form connections just for the sake of the fulfillment of their physical needs. They need adventure and thrill. They are immature and unsure. They have no confidence and are also scared and so they want to hide their vulnerabilities in the darkness of night. Looking for fun, excitement and no responsibility, they choose the easy path of sex. Sex to them is a way to become free from worldly stress and havoc. And not wanting to give commitment, one night stands or friends with benefits are easy ways for them. They are so unsure about themselves and their capabilities that they cease to carry forward any relationship for more than a little period. They are falling out of love everyday. Sex is free and a relationship requires sacrifices and compromises. They are addicted to smartphones. It has brought people closer and hearts farther away. Love to them is not more than just a word. They are so much into each other that there is nothing left to talk about or share. They believe in meeting people and not knowing them. They believe in bodies and not in souls. They are so habituated of seeing relationships fall out that they are no more affected by them.

But, they need to understand that love is expensive but not a lie. Yes it is expensive, to be more precise, precious. It requires honesty, care, forgiveness, acceptance, trust and understanding. And these are worth no money, in fact priceless. Whereas, sex seems cheap, but can cost many lives. It is eating up people, laying a trap of addiction. A pit that has no way out. They need to know that all that glitters is not gold. Sex is not a solution to every problem in their lives. It is in fact the problem itself.

People need to get out of these hallucinations that they have themselves created. There is life beyond sex and that is worth living. And love is not just a word, it's the core of life around which the world revolves. There is love between the sun and the planets, the planets and the starts, human beings and animals, and hence they exist in complete harmony with each other. Gravity exists, but what binds everyone together is love. Sex is a pleasure, the reason of life, but it's not life. And that is what one needs to understand.

Feminism Or Femitics?

And so...how do you feel after judging feminism as per your standards? 

Feminism today has become rice on the plate, anybody makes a meek comment on it. Feminism is not about gaining rights for women so that they could use it to show down men. It's about women getting equal rights as men in every arena of life. Why can't people just understand the core and not subject it to their brain games. Feminism is not about women getting to go where they want or wear what they wish to, it's about them being treated as human beings first. Women are not just about their boobs or bellies. They have a life beyond the pungent mentality they are subjected to. It's time that proper light is shed on the true essence of feminism. It is time to understand that it's more about equality, respect and freedom than any other thing. It's true that there is already much politics and dirty minds involved in using feminism as a tool for publicity. In my eyes, it is the sheer recklessness and meekness of women. It's not completely them, but they surely need to get up and fight for themselves. They need to teach men that they are not the society's pet. They are beasts hidden in the shell of a female body. Respect is earned and not served on the platter for free. So women!! Go and get what you deserve. It's not just about feminism but your identity as an individual, and YOU are no easy bird to catch.

High On You

 In the midst of summer

I found you like cold wind

And then, I was all chills and shivers

It felt strange 

With the atmosphere sweating, and me freezing

I guess I was high on you

Yes, on you

You, being the only drug I ever tasted

Everything became winter for me

All white and merry

Even the nights held a different kind of beauty

The stars and the snowflakes seemed like long-lost sisters

My heart wouldn't stop beating faster

And my eyes wouldn't stop defying sleep

All I knew was that I was still warm, inside

Yes, in the midst of summer

You became my winter, and still kept me warm

Mother's Day Isn't Enough

A question to all my dear social media freaks.. why do we need a particular day to celebrate the presence of someone whom we owe our life to? Cannot we respect this person everyday? Yes, mother she is. She, who gives us birth, takes cares of us, and works hard without any expectations throughout her life, is one single day enough for giving her what she deserves? Millions of selfies, poems and posts are witnessed on various social media sites as soon as mother's day comes. It almost seems as if all the love and respect the mothers deserve, the kids tend to give away in one day. Our generation really needs to get that there not less days to thank their mother but there is definitely a lack of realization that it is their duty to pay her back what she gives them throughout her life. The lack of love in the children's hearts has made this day so important. Today, people have time for huge birthday bashes and late night parties but not enough patience to pay heed to the needs of their mothers. And where is this all leading to? How can Western culture take over such a rich culture that we own? It's high time now that we start paying attention to our families. A mother is a gift that not every child gets. She is a blessing that we must endure and respect. Love your mother every day, every moment of your life..because one day isn't enough for what she does for you. Because she would never demand anything...you must yourself show her how much she means to you. Showing your feelings to her is as easy as posting a picture with her on social media. Try it..at least once. It feels good!
                                     

वक़्त कुछ यूँ ठहरता है

कौन कहता है वक़्त कभी रुकता नहीं

कभी किसी लम्हे को 'जी'कर देखा है?

या ज़िंदगी को कभी समझा है?

कभी ऐसा भी करके देखो

वक़्त वहीं थम जाता है

कभी किसी नवजात बच्चे को ऊँगली थमाई है?

या कभी उस बच्चे की हँसी को दिल में उतारा है?

कभी ऐसा भी करके देखो

वक़्त वहीं थम जाता है

कभी अमरुद चुराते पकड़े गए हो?

या कभी डाँट के डर से बिस्तर के नीचे छिपे हो?

कभी ऐसा भी किया हो तो कहते

वक़्त वहीं थम जाता है

कभी पहाड़ों की सैर की है?

या नदी के पानी को महसूस किया है?

कभी ऐसा भी करके देखो

वक़्त वहीं थम जाता है

क्या प्रेमी की आँखों में कभी सलीके से झाँका है?

या बत्ती गुल होने पर डरकर उससे लिपटे हो?

कभी ऐसा भी करके देखो

वक़्त वहीं थम जाता है

कभी कोशिश की है दादी की कहानियों का पिटारा खोलने की?

या पापा की मेहनत में कभी हाथ बँटाकर देखा है?

कभी ऐसा भी करके देखो

वक़्त वहीं थम जाता है

कभी बारिश के पानी में तुम छपक-छपक कर कूदे हो?

या उस मिट्टी की खुशबू से ओत-प्रोत नहाए हो?

कभी ऐसा भी करके देखो

वक़्त वहीं थम जाता है

कभी चित्र उकेरा है कागज़ पर?

हाथ रंगों से सजाए हैं?

कभी ऐसा भी करके देखो

वक़्त वहीं थम जाता है

कभी पढ़ी कविता है जीवन की?

या कहानी अपनी सुनाई है?

कभी ऐसा भी करके देखो

वक़्त वहीं थम जाता है

Curves Redefined

"How curvy and beautiful she is!!" This is what men often say about women...isn't it? Why do you call a woman curvy? And moreover, which women do you find curvy? Are they your mother or wife or sister or just random girls who you think you own? Do you find the shape of her breasts or the width of her waist curvy? Or is it her hips that you find curvy? Have you ever..ever moved up above her chest and looked at her features? Do you find them beautiful despite the flaws that they possess?
Have you ever noticed 'that' curve on her face? Yes, the most beautiful curve she has...her smile.
She is a work of art away from all those miseries and guilt and all those worldly things. She has that one curve on herself that entices everyone. She can even make nature jealous of herself with her grace. With her smile, she can win hearts, defeat her demons and go from low to high and still hold the crown. Her curve is a smooth slip to every one. Have you ever noticed it so far..or fallen for it and not for her body? Have you ever been a man for her..not craving for flesh but for her soul? You call yourself a man? Be a human first. Embrace her curve and the beauty in it. Respect her for who she is and then you will stand on the principles of humanity.

#be_a_human_first
#smile
#flaunt_your_curves
                               

It Did It All

Like blood draining from a body..it sucked life out of my skin. Slowly and steadily I saw myself proceeding towards death. I felt irritated at times, at others, I was calm. I felt I was a child again. I felt my soul slipping away from my lifeless body. All the memories of life flashed in front of my eyes. They made me cry and laugh at the same time. They gave me medicines and sent me to the doctor. I told them I needed love and not medication. Sitting at a corner in my room I just watched light dripping out of my darkness. Yes, old age does make you go crazy.

                                              

Once There He Was

I had never thought about how lethal his touch could be 

I had never thought about his hands being the weapon

He who had pledged to take care of me

To treat me equal and respect my identity

He himself grabbed my dignity and threw it away

He, who had vowed before the sacred fire

To hold me above all

Stands prepared to make a deal of me

He, who had joined hands with me in this priceless tie

Stands prepared to burn me into the same fire for money

The scars on my skin are the proof 

Of how lethal his touch was

Yes, he was a weapon 

Disguised in the mask of life

He scratched my skin and pierced my soul

And hanged his wishes onto the holes

I wished for a home

But he, he gave me a cage

Where his mates and acquaintances 

Threatened me and fed me with crap

My throat lost its voice

And my eyes lost their sight

But I could still feel his hands

Moving upon my body

Pressing, rubbing and squeezing it

Extracting the life out of it

The bonds of purity 

Became the ropes of slavery

He trapped me into a prison called marriage

He, my husband, my soulmate

Took away my very own self from me

Cos he didn't want me

He wanted my body

And the savings in my bank account

He was my husband

Who tore me apart

But I, I was his wife too

With more rage in me

And even more fire inside me

I finally stood up on my own feet

My ornaments became my weapons

My body my strength

My courage shouted out

And I hit him on his face, hard

His nose started bleeding

It was sensitive though

Not like him

The spark from within me

Burnt him into ashes

Yes, he was my husband

And, he was ONCE alive