Warning

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Life is like a medicine
Comes with an expiry date
Though the date is not mentioned by the manufacturer
It has a designated shelf life.
Some times sweet, at other times tasteless,
Most times bitter,
It usually has a cure for all maladies.
But alas! It comes with no warning,
That some maladies are beyond its cure.

A blur

There is an ache in my heart

That refuses to go

Bleeds me drop by drop

Killing me slow

My soul feels empty

Bereft of any feelings

I listlessly move around

Touching your things.

I can feel your presence on my fingertips

And on my shoulder, your lips

My limbs feel heavy and lifeless

Without your loving caress

I can feel your skin on the wrinkled bedsheet

As I smoothen the bed and drown in your smell so sweet

The mattress still bears your imprint

Your absence is like a splint

I pick the wine glass from the bedside

As I drink from it I can feel your lips on mine

My eyes look for you everywhere

The empty spaces are too much to bear

Your playful eyes beguile me

I want to drown again in the twin brown pools of coffee

My heart refuses to accept that you have betrayed me

Keeps tattooing your name in my chest like a litany

This pain will kill me for sure

Life without you is nothing but a blur.

Normal

I feel like a freak

Someone the world would cage and parade

As a strange creature

An anomaly

A deviant.

For I have

No skeletons in my closet

No mental or physical trauma

No history of any kind of abuse

No break up

No working woes

No relationship issues.

Oh!

Had my share of usual troubles

Heartbreak, death

Pecuniary anxieties

Bullying and name calling

Being trod upon

Talked down

And so on.

But

It did not break me

Nor turn me into a rebel

For I belong to a dying creed

They say I am

normal.

Frantic

The pace of life is so frenetic

Quality of life has become synthetic.

Empathy and compassion which were our characteristics

Are no longer there, we are now atavistic.

Our technological advances are gigantic

We are less human and more robotic

In spite of our riches materialistic

There is emptiness within which makes us frantic

We search hither and thither for a potion magic

For our ills which are psychosomatic.

This life is plagued by fear and panic

Sit back, crack a bottle, become a bacchantic.

Quartet

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My flight of fancy no one can hinder
Nor my imagination can be rent asunder.
For in my mind I am free as a bird
I soar and sing without a care of being heard.
In the real world with concerns I am beset
For I am in the grip of the fearful quartet.
The quartet of doubt, inhibitions, shyness and pusillanimity
Have always tried to push me into anonymity.
The fight to overcome them has been long drawn and bloody
I am waging a war within and not with somebody.
Till I vanquish and triumph over the quartet
My words are my escape and my only asset.

हम फेसबुक पर क्यों नही हैं

सब सदा ही पूछते रहते हैं

फेसबुक पर दर्शन क्यों न होते हैं?

अब अपनी व्यथा को क्या ब्यान करें

कई दुखद किस्से हमारे साथ ऐसे घटे

कि हमने तो भैया बस यह ठान ली

अब करना पड़ेगा फेसबुक को बाई-बाई।

हुआ यूँ कि इक दिन दोस्ती का प्रस्ताव आया

कहा तुम्हारे साथ स्कूल में पढ़ता आया।

स्कूल का नाम सुन हम भावुक हो जाते हैं

फिर दिमाग की नही, दिल की मानते हैं।

बंदा हमें बिलकुल भी याद न था

बस नाम भर कुछ सुना सा था।

तो हमने आनन-फानन में हाँ कर दी

पर उसने तो इन्तेहा ही कर दी।

उसके शेयर,लाइक और कमेंट्स ने हमें परेशान कर दिया

बेफजूल की तारीफ ने पानी-पानी कर दिया।

पर एक दिन तो हद कर दी

हमारी फेमिली फोटो देख बिन माँगे राय दे दी।

पतिदेव के बालों में झलकती सफेदी देख बोला

‘इनको बरगंडी कलर करना चाहिए थोड़ा!’

ये अपने बालों को ले सेंस्टिव हैं जरा

कलमुँहे को तुरंत हमने अनफ्रेंड करा।

सहेलियों की विदेश यात्राओं की तस्वीरों से इन्सपायर हो कर

हमने झटपट शेयर की बर्फबारी की तस्वीर अपनी वॉल पर

और कैप्शन दिया ‘हॉलिडे इन स्प्लेनडिड स्विट्जरलैंड’

तुरन्त दीदी का कमेन्ट आ गया और हमारी तो बज गई बैंड!

बोलीं, ‘अरे छोटी यह तो शिमला वाली है ना!’

कसम से हम गला घोंट देते अगर सामने होतीं ना !

पतिदेव के जन्मदिन पर हमने, अंग्रेजी में बहुत ही लवी-डवी अंदाज वाली

ऐसी रोमांटिक कविता ढूँढ-ढूँढ कर निकाल के डाली,

सोचा जनाब हो जाएंगे कायल और कहेंगे, ‘वाह पत्नी जी!’

पर इन्होंने ऐसी जोरदार फटकार लगाई
हम तो कहीं के न रहे भई!

कहा कि इससे अच्छा कर देती गहने की फरमाइश,

प्राइवेट इमोशन की ऐसी बेहूदा पब्लिक नुमाइश!

जो कविता डाली उसका मतलब तो समझ लेती

वह मरणोपरांत यादों की थी अभिव्यक्ति!

जब ऐसे-ऐसे भयंकर हादसे एक के बाद एक गुजरे

तो भला कैसे कोई जिल्लत बार-बार भुगते?

सोचा, हम जैसे हैं वैसे ही ठीक हैं

बेगानों में बेइज्जती कराना क्या ठीक है?

बस फिर तो हमने फेसबुक से तौबा कर ली

और तब से हमने वाहट्सैप में ही शरण ली।

Inefficient

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We seem to be sinking to the nadir of our existence
Can’t blame others, we offered no resistance.
Kept hoping things would become better one day
Not realising that we all must have a say.
We acquiesced and allowed the upstarts to usurp power
Now all we do is sit around and grumble and glower.
To put an end to these inefficient nincompoops
And their continued systematic loots,
Their misplaced arrogance and smugness,
We have to shake off lethargy and listlessness.
Arise! And raise your voice against injustice,
Stand united and be each other’s accomplice.
Staying quiet is no longer an intelligent choice
Come everyone, together let’s raise our voice.

Swallow

Just like the previous innumerable times
I make the first move.
After every big argument
Or rather
Everytime I am harangued at
I decide this is it.
No more being pushed around
I will no more be trampled upon
Will not take the insults heaped on me
Lying down
And thus uneasy silence prevails
It is so palpable that you can cut it with knife.
I hope against hope
Maybe he will realise his mistake
Perhaps he will apologise
Or at least offer an olive branch.
But nothing happens.
When days turn to weeks
And the hostile environment at home saps my soul
I swallow my pride
And apologize.
It is as if we had never fought
Every thing is back to normal.
I do remember
Once when an apology was offered
But alas!
One swallow does not the summer make!

Life as it is

Shorn of love, romance and passion
Life is a tiresome journey after a fashion.
Fraught with obstacles, setbacks and roadblocks,
That would appear like insurmountable rocks.
Thus one needs the accoutrements of heart
When this odyssey of life starts.

If it were not for dreamy romance
To fill your heart with joy at a glance
The romance of sunrise, raindrops and moonlit nights
Of dappled lakes, verdant trees and garden sprites
It would be such a dull sojourn
Life without ardour is slow burn.

Without love it would be a hermetic existence
A life of solitary soulless subsistence
Love of family, friends and self
A love that will embrace and engulf
All encompassing love that consumes from within,
And illuminates, with just a touch, everything.

It would be an indifferent peregrination,
If the soul was not ignited by passion.
Passion for knowledge, thirst for the unknown,
Passion for the forbidden that one wants to own
Passion that drives to excel with all might
Passion that does not let one sleep at night.

Life, you surely would be a lonely trip
If one didn’t have romance, love and passion in one’s grip
It would be an exhausting lonesome trek
And turn one into an emotional wreck.
So set these as compass from birth to death
From the very first breath to the last breath.