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You and Me
If there was a way to miss you,
lesser and lesser,
with every day,
If there was a way to feel,
whole-er, happier, okay-er
in every way…
I still don’t think I could
go through with it…
Missing you, loving you, YOU!
are as much a part of me, as my own self.
I could never walk away, I could never walk away…
हिंदी दिवस पर!
हिंदी मेरी मातृ भाषा है
राष्ट्र भाषा नहीं,
क्योंकि माँ को अपनाते हैं,
माँ से प्यार करते है, राजनीति नहीं|
इस देश में अक्सर, बूढी माँ का कोई नहीं रहता,
राष्ट्र के ठेकेदार तो बहुत बैठे हैं,
और हमेशा रहेंगे|
Poets!!
Poets aren’t a necessity in this world,
but they are everything that is right about it.
Grief’s daily timetable
Random triggers, overwhelmed moments,
Holding back then pushing forth,
“Letting go”… but failing miserably.
Rinse. Repeat.
Daily.
For the rest of your life.
A Lifer’s Block
What do you do when you are fresh out of ideas,
with a blank page staring at you?
You take a long walk,
preferably bare feet, in the grass still wet from morning dew.
And if it is night, you breathe in the subtle yet unmistakeable
scent of the Queen of the Night.
Or you cut open a juicy, ripe mango
oozing of sweetness and pulp,
and relish it to the very last drop.
Or you look into your son’s eyes,
as he rattles on his usual gibber-gabber,
and think how much you will miss it,
when he is all grown up.
Or you open an album full of old photos,
look at the faces of your childhood friends,
and wonder why you lost touch?
Or you dig out old family heirlooms,
precious not because of what they are,
but because of what memories they hold.
What do you do when you are fresh out of ideas,
and your whole life ahead of you?
You live in these tiny moments of joy
strewn all around you,
And sooner or later, you will find the inspiration,
to help you fill that blank page, that future life anew.
Do you have an almost-realized dream?
Do you have an “almost-realized” dream?
A dream which turned out so perfect
in “almost” every way,
that no one but you notices,
that this isn’t how you had hoped for things to turn out to be,
A simultaneous “almost” and a “not quite”.
Do you?
And if so, for the rest of your life,
will you be thankful for the “almost”?
or feel resentful for everything the “not quite” robbed you off?
Sex it. Now.
Sex isn’t shame, or shamelessness,
It is your body’s cry to feel alive,
to feel joined with another life,
in that ultimate act of oneness,
where you together work towards
that heavenly crescendo.
Sex is not moral or immoral,
no matter what you have been taught to believe,
Sex is humanity; in all its raw, heaving, throbbing, form,
Why else would it make you cry out for God?
or feel like you are trying to reach for the stars.
In a society, repressed to its every soul,
Sex is your personal act of rebellion; what, why, when and who you do it with.
So claim yourself, shamelessly!
Shame on?
Shame,
a five letter word,
that carries the burden of oppression
worth a millennia;
Broken in into her,
generation by generation,
woman by woman,
all the way up to Eve.
Of गाय, गोरी, and छोरी
गाय हमारी माता है
हमको कुछ नहीं आता है|
हिंदुत्वा हमारा बाप है,
Logic की बातें करना पाप है|
इस देश की आधी से ज़्यादा जनता
भैंस का दूध पीती है,
पर क्या बतायें, उस बेचारी पर भी क्या क्या बीती है|
काली है ना, सिर्फ इसलिए माँ नहीं कहला पाती,
क्या इस देश में भैसों के लिए Fair and Lovely नहीं आती?
चारा तो नेता खा गए, गाय तो plasticखाती है,
गौ-शाला में सड़ती है, सड़को पे मारी जाती है,
पर गौ-रक्षकों की गौ-ममता सिर्फ हिंसा में ही क्यों दिख पाती है?
Pink Revolution में हमारा पहला नंबर है,
फिर भी दलित/मुस्लिम की पिटाई करने को हर गौ-रक्षक क्यों तत्पर है?
और औरत जो हमारी असली माँ है,
उसकी दुर्गति की अब क्या बोलें
9 महीने की हो या 90 साल की,
उसके शोषण की पोल और क्या खोलें?
जब मोदीजी को गौ-रक्षक,
अगले election की धमकी से डराते हैं,
तो वो भारत के बलात्कार के आंकड़े क्यों भूल जाते हैं?
मां तो औरत भी है,फिर एक गाय जितनी इज़्ज़त भी,
इस देश में क्यों नहीं पाती है?
उसकी रक्षा की बातें सिर्फ chowmein की गाठों में बंधकर क्यों रह जाती है?
बाकी क्या कहें, बस अब ऐसा करते हैं ,
अगली Olympics में एक Double Standards की स्पर्धा भी धरते हैं|
हम ही प्रतियोगी, हम ही विजेता होंगे,
आखिर दुनिया में हम से बड़े दोगले लोग,
और कहाँ होंगे?
— by Madhu Arora
(Image courtesy: Causette Magazine)