Poems

Why it’s wrong if i love both the same Why does it concern you if i want both They treat me as their queen They love me unconditionally They really care for me They protect me, they make me smile Why society can’t accept us Why can’t i marry both when even they don’t mind Why my parents think of me as abomination What have i done wrong?

Life is a rented home, One day you have to change. Death when calls your name, You have to leave it. When happiness becomes unhappy with you It moulds itself into sadness. A time will come you fool, You have to walk on thorns You will become so innocent and helpless That shrug of your velvet had to be changed into coffin Clean your heart with faith, Leave the dirty deeds. Still there is a time wake up else you will burn in hell Your condition will become so Neither money nor power will work And you will be thrown out of your own tall building.

I married a rape survivor She was terrified and broken Shaken till the last drop of blood She can’t even face the mirror now Now she hates herself for being a girl Just few seconds had stolen her identity Her respect her pride her value her existence Corner of a room was now her place Tears dried heart soaked smile disappeared Yes i married a rape survivor! Believing i could give back her effeminacy I hold her hands when no one wanted her Society expelled her,Why? Because she lost virginity Because she lost her dignity Because someone forced her played her Because someone snatched her feminess I don’t care, i love her and i promise to take care of her I will bring back her pride her attitude her smile Hoping i could take her to my world of peace Yes i married a rape survivor! I can’t touch her i can’t make her feel comfortable Suddenly at night she wakes up and cry That night still haunts her My beautiful bud was plucked Crushed and

Do you know about heroes They don’t act in feature films They deliver our newspaper and letters They fight for us sovereignty and dignity They grew food for us They pick our garbage They mow our lawn They repair our vehicles They guard our doors while we sleep! Do you know who else is a hero to us Who wash our clothes and iron them Who bring our groceries Who wash our utensils Who clean our house Who open the doors for us Who picks up our luggage Who washes our toilet and cleans our drains Who wanders everywhere bringing us the vegetables!

Once again, i was depressed Not by failure of love but by situation. Once again, i was broken Not by you but by life. Once again, i cried Not that you made me but emptiness did.

It was just a wooden branch For him his walking stick His only support when world left him His last happiness. It was a just a wooden branch For him his reminder of the world His only reason to exist His last smile. It was just a wooden branch For him his precious gift from stranger His only sensation he can feel His last hope.

My nightmares haunt me, Evil and dreadful they chase me, What i have done to deserve this Why my dreams bleed me?? Never made a heart cry, Or ever hurt a soul Yet i shatter up in thought For they are a part of me!!

Nine months she irrigates in her womb Every month you grew up And she stretches her skin Your every kick She feel your every hunger inside her Your fate’s dream She decorated before even you Collecting cent by cent Your every clothes, every toy She make from her own hands Still a shame your every abuse Contain a woman. One is your sister One is your friend Her sweets, her ice cream She shares with you Saving you from scolding of teacher Signing on every mistake of your Your cell-phone, your laptop for everything she fights Being your shield she surrenders in front of family Still a shame your every abuse Contain a woman. After marriage she left her home for you For you her name and work Everything she sacrificed She turned your house into home She prepares food and feed you So you not remain hungry Eating only after you left the table Your coming part of family She nursed in her womb Accepting your family as her own

When my door is been knocked Food cooks over my prestige's stove For you its business's dirty food But in night my daughter doesn't sleep empty stomach I am a Prostitute, Sir! Food is overpriced than my pride! Every morning my body broke up with pain His hand through my breast squeezes my heart For you its necessary pain But in morning my daughter goes to school I am a Prostitute, Sir! Today's pain is bearable against her future! Everyday i put darkness on my face Dreams dress up on bed in the face of money For you they are pieces of my soul But my daughter fills colour in her book with it I am a Prostitute, Sir! Her happiness is expensive than my body!

Her eyes waited so long now its down for forever Once he was her’s light and now reason of darkness Once he was the one she lived for She loved and nurtured him Because he was her only son. She made him strong but not enough to let her go She taught everything except living without her In happiness and illness she stood alongside She fought alone her every way Because she was a single parent. Yet one day he left her to be mourned alone To move on with his life because now she was old He found his love and moved for future His way was different, his goals were far-far away Because he never returned to her mother.

जगा दो झंझोड़ दो पर खुद को उठा दो चाहे मारो खुद को लात पर आलस को अब सुला दो ये वक़्त नहीं है रुकने का झुकने का ये वक़्त सिर्फ तुम्हारा है जाकर ये दहाड़ दो। उठे दशरथ के वचन चाहे जागे काली के नयन टूटना नहीं हारना नहीं हर मुश्किल को पछाड़ दो बन जा महाकाल या बन तू परशु का फरसा पर ये आज सिर्फ तेरा है जाकर इसपर अपना झंडा फहरा दो। यम भी झुकेगा हिमालय भी टूटेगा तुम भीष्म की प्रतिज्ञा तो लो तीन लोक भी तेरे होंगे एकलव्य का निशाना अपना तो लो कोई न रोक सकता तुझे पूरे जहां में ये फैला दो।

His eyes has always dreamt of her His every breath reminded of her His life depended on her And she fall for leather jackets and long beard. His one sided love was his own His world his happiness his pride Always standing next to her Yet can’t say a single word. She was his poem his words She was his joy his smile Whole world saw his love Yet she remained mystery to him. And one day he had fallen Her angel was captured He was broken and empty For her girl wasn’t there anymore.

पढ़ाया लिखाया इस काबिल बनाया जिसने, वो शिक्षक है। मारा रुलाया पर इंसान बनाया जिसने, वो शिक्षक है। दूसरे माँ-बाप बन इतना प्यार दिया जिसने , वो शिक्षक है। अंधकार मिटा ज्ञान की रोशनी दिखाई जिसने, वो शिक्षक है। सही-गलत का फासला सिखाया जिसने, वो शिक्षक है। बचपन के गलत रास्ते को सही बनाया जिसने, वो शिक्षक है। काल को भी अपने दृढ़ विश्वास से हराया जिसने, वो शिक्षक है। निस्वार्थ भाव से हर पल सहारा दिया जिसने, वो शिक्षक है।

वो चीखती चिल्लाती रही इज़्ज़त बचाने के लिए गुहार लगाती रही लाखों की भीड़ में भी एक हाथ आगे न आया उसकी नंगी आबरू देख किसी को तरस न आया। लूटा न गया था सिर्फ उसका जिस्म उस दिन एक लड़की की रूह को नोचा गया था कांपती रही गिड़गिड़ाती रही घर जाने को मिचलाती रही उसी नहीं पता था उस दिन उसे समाज से निकाला गया था। अपने ही बाप भाई से कतराने लगी थी जीने की आस तो दूर उसे मरने में शर्म आनी लगी थी काँप गयी समाज की असलियत देखकर अपने लड़की होने पर उसे घिन्न आने लगी थी। सह न सकी ज़लालत हर दिन नज़रें घूरती रहीं हर उठती आवाज़ पर वो अपनी माँ के आंचल में छुपती रही कुछ वक्त की हवस ने इंसानियत को शर्मसार कर दिया नतीज़न एक बाप ने अपनी बेटी को मौत के घाट उतार दिया।

A quite straightforward line That goes around and round It starts at the beginning And it will never end. And that to me must surely be Life’s secret my friend For the circle of life Continues everyday.

I gave birth to you You are mine, mine alone You are my reason to live You are my happiness My true purpose of life. I am a mother You have lived inside me You have shared my breath My blood my pain my joy My part of Soul. I cannot thank you much To have the magic of life To be my little angel To be my pride my lightness To be my daughter.

A little girl sang a song on the streets About men, tired fighting the war About the ships that left And all who forgot their joy to the end. She sang in her clean voice and flew up to highness And sunbeams shined on her shoulder Everyone saw and heard from the darkness The dirty and torn clothes singing in the light. All of them were sure that joy would come Because ships arrived at beach The people in the land of war Regained their bearings are happy. Sweet was her voice and the sun’s beam around And by heaven’s gate The little girl versed into mysteries and mourned Because none of them will ever be returned….

The moon shined upon her Yet she was upset The cold breeze kissed her Yet she felt nothing The flies lighted only for her Yet she was dark For she had lost love Which died with her dreams.

My nightmares haunt me, Evil and dreadful they chase me, What i have done to deserve this Why my dreams bleed me?? Never made a heart cry, Or ever hurt a soul Yet i shatter up in thought For they are a part of me!!