Tuesday, December 18, 2012

May Worse Than One Can Imagine Fall On You

How I wish something better had 'inspired' me to write, instead of this sheer provocation. We are still sleeping on the soft, cushioned, and flabby pillows, happily shutting our eyes against all the vicious acts happening around. We give and accept statements, laud and hoot eachother’s voices. And how nicely we do it. Elated by the performance, happy to have proved our brainpower . The charade is over in a day or two. And we are back to our tables. Brooding, how to churn out chunks of money, what to buy for today, and sell out for tomorrow.

Ironically, the brainpower is limited to the chatrooms, parliament discussion, in the pages of newspaper, twitter, facebook (if not found offensive to anyone) and the media discussion grounds of course. The intellectuals are on a mental work out till they vitiate all their energy. Their ideas fail to feet on the ground. And the brainpower is exhausted, leaving no scope of acting on the brilliant ideas and suggestion, which could have made a huge difference. We are exhausted miles behind the effective decision taking.

We are here again. The black deed is done. the girl dies there, in the darkness with the echoes of loud noise from discussions. 

When will this rising din of revolt touch the future of girls? And save them from the dark shadow always lurking behind them? Can anyone in this country save the girls from a traumatic today and a scary tomorrow, that has already scarred not just a few, but whole of their sex? 

Is there even a single girl, who can stand up and announce she has not been through some sort of sexual harassment? We are a shame and a disgrace to humanity,  till we can save and rescue each girl from such fate. 

As for the case, I would like to quote my lovely friend- Bitch Slap's golden words, moulded by a heavy & hot iron “If any of the rapists are reading this, Yo Bitch Go cut your dick and stuff it in your fucking mouth!!” I believe she did what no one could do. 

Wednesday, July 18, 2012


Death is building up in me.
Reconstructing my too old existence.
and there is a new sun for this new structure.
Too strong for my withering bones
I will soon be compressed as sand
Under its burning hand. 

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Andekha Tufaan

Namkeen paani kuch idhar bi hai baandh ki peeche tufaan ki tarha thapede marta hua. baad kabi yaha bi aati hai ehsaso ka dum ghoti hui.
aur beh jati hai imarate jo bani thi palko ki chaon mei, sapno ki narm ithose.
ye paani samundar ki tarha vishal na sahi .
kabi chkh kar dekho. ye kam kadwa bi nahi.
baad ke bad sanate ki goonj khokhla ek aks chod jati hai, sab kuch cheen kar...