ARDHA SATYA

(stumbled upon this on net. Was an eye opener so......)

Chakravyuh mein ghusne se pehle,
kaun tha mein aur kaisa tha,
yeh mujhe yaad hi na rahega.

Chakravyuh mein ghusne ke baad,
mere aur chakravyuh ke beech,
sirf ek jaanleva nikat’ta thi,
iska mujhe pata hi na chalega.

Chakravyuh se nikalne ke baad,
main mukt ho jaoon bhale hi,
phir bhi chakravyuh ki rachna mein
farq hi na padega.

Marun ya maarun,
maara jaoon ya jaan se maardun.
iska faisla kabhi na ho paayega.

Soya hua aadmi jab
neend se uthkar chalna shuru karta hai,
tab sapnon ka sansar use,
dobara dikh hi na paayega.

Us roshni mein jo nirnay ki roshni hai
sab kuchh s’maan hoga kya?

Ek palde mein napunsakta,
ek palde mein paurush,
aur theek taraazu ke kaante par
ardh satya.

HAVE TO LIVE......

I have to live...
I have to live for my family.
I have to live for my friends.
I have to live for everyone whose lives I've touched;
Or gonna touch in future.
If not for anyone i just said, then for the lies I have told them......

IN A MOOD OF SHAYARI.....

Dafn ho gaye mere kuch ankahien shabd tere kafn ke saath,
tere matam me meri ashq ki mehak rahegi.....

MY MOTHER

.....As i rest my head on her lap and close my eyes,
she'll gently caress my hair.
and soon all my tensions /fears will ooze out;
and my mind and soul will be at ease again.
And as i sleep listening to the silent lullaby sung by her,
she'll wipe her tears and continue caressing my hair...

SWEETMEATS

Meera ran and sat behind the well. She had discovered this new hiding place some weeks back, and since her brother and cousins were not old enough, so were banished from going near the well. Hence she was safe there. And when everyone were “seeked” she would run to the seeker, out of no where, and shout-“ out”…!!!
She sat there waiting for the right moment. She could hear noise of her brother crying foul play by Appu, her cousin. At last, when she was convinced that everyone was out she got up and started running towards Appu. But then from the distance she saw her uncle’s cycle coming from a distance.
Hawaldar Mahindran was that kind of person, people usually didn’t like to converse with. He was foul mouthed, tall, thick moustached,pot bellied person. He was someone who was in every sense, what people call as notorious. He was meera’s uncle.
As his cycle reached the gates of the house, he rang the bell. This meant that “he” had arrived and a signal for his kids to come and greet him. Meera and her brother were strangers in that house. After the death of their parents died in that bus accident, they were sent to her “uncle” Mahindra’s home .from that day, All chores had to be done by them- from bringing wood for cooking to cutting vegetables in the kitchen,.
That day was different. Mahindran was happy for a change. This meant two things- either he had got good bribe or he was drunk. He was under the influence of both that day. As his kids reached near him, He affectionately kissed them and gave them the vegetable bag to carry. And said-“wait!!” and took out a box of sweets and gave them a piece in their mouth. Meera and her brother waited far from the scene of “action”. They were never supposed to come in front of him. “They were cursed”- he told everyone.
Unni, Meera’s brother, looked at her and said-“Chechi, could we also get to taste them. “No”- she replied. As they stood watching the father and kids walk inside the house; Meera and her brother felt “hollow” in their souls.
Meera went inside to help her aunty in the kitchen. “Meera, Go and bring that bag from the dining table”- aunt aunty said. As Meera went to fetch the bag she saw it. The box of sweets; lying there. Open. Unattended. She went near it and took 1 sweet. Hiding it in her shirt pocket she said to herself-” Will give it to Unni later”.
And as she turned back with the vegetables; someone caught her from behind. It was Mahindra. “What do you think you are doing? - He shouted. She looked around. Her aunt and cousins had not heard him. “Sorry uncle”- she said, wiping her tears.” .Sorry….”
He looked at her. His eyes were red. “It wasn’t for me uncle. I swear. It was for Unni”- she mumbled. After staring at her for some time he said-“take it.” Meera couldn’t believe it.
Take it?!!- She repeated.
She turned back and started walking back to the kitchen. The sweet still kept in her pocket. Suddenly she felt someone holding her from the back. It was Mahindra. He lifted her and forced her into the main bedroom. Once inside he threw on the bed and opened his pants.
The sweet from Meera’s pocket had fallen down. And as he got up from the bed and wore his pants back, Mahindran stepped on it. Meera laid there. blank. And from outside she could hear Appu saying to Unni-" hey!! I took a piece , from the box achan brought, for you. eat it before Achan sees it."

INTERLUDE

I wandered in the darkness for some time,
There was a silence i now had started to like.
No friends, no family who care.
I wandered in the darkness for some time.

There was a burden in my mind,
Which I wanted no more,
for peace to come to my mind just once more.
But, nothing i did, helped me escape from the burden i felt.
My body trembled after a while; and my eyes filled with tears.

“Men don’t cry” is a statement made by a woman for sure.
‘coz every man I know has cried; in front or when no one’s around.
For people for whom they live their lives for.

I wished for happiness to all my loved ones.
With or without me for all i care.
I wish to be with them just once more again.
Am i asking more? –I asked for myself.
Maybe thats why death does- i told myself

I felt something on my chest.
Something so painful,
that I just couldn’t know what was happening to me after all.
I closed my eyes and fell down.
In something which what felt like a whirlpool.
And then, suddenly everything stopped.
I opened my eyes.
Standing in front of me were some guys in mask.
“congrats! Its a boy”-said one of them to the others in the mask.
“A chance again for me.... to start afresh a journey of life.”

who's to blame??

Kamal, 12yrs, stood, waiting patiently on the hill top. And then he it is coming. A little red rickety truck was approaching his camp. Kamal started running towards him. But he was not the only one; there was a huge crowd running towards the truck.
The truck slowed down. Kamal and many others tried to jump inside the truck. But the burly attendants standing inside started hitting these people with a cane and, pushing them off the truck. Kamal too tried to struggle with the attendant, but one of them kicked him off the truck.
Kamal fell of the truck. He was bleeding profusely, but was undeterred. He had faced incidents worse in magnitude. He got up and went back to the truck. Struggling amongst him, for 2 packets of grain and a few milk cartons, were his own friends and neighbours; but no one recognised him. They didn’t recognise themselves.
As he tried to reach the front of the crowd, pushing and pulling others, he recognised many men who came to his house that day, and destroyed everything they could find, and took turns with his mother. But he didn’t have time to think about all this and weep; he had got a family to feed now, now that his father too wasn’t there, (killed by a bomb attack in his garage). And so, kept moving on his quest to get some food. And as he reached the front, the attendants waved in the air, symbolising the stock was over, and shouted the driver to drive. Kamal waited till the truck was no more visible.

It doesn’t matter if Kamal was a Muslim or a Hindu; in Gujarat or J&K or even from Iraq, the point is that-there’s a 12 yrs old kid, who has seen life more than what his age requires, and today in on the verge of losing his sanity; We ask why naxals and criminals exist. Look closely, and you’ll find that almost in all cases, the situation is similar. I don’t intend to comment on the govt people, or their actions/inactions. But ask them to visit just one of such camps, even if it is not “your constituency”.