Think!

On New Year's Eve this year, a mob of 80 men(?) molested two girls in Mumbai in front of their husband and brother while the police kept a keen watch on the law and order of the country to protect the respected citizen of India. I usually tend to ignore or overlook these stories in the morning newspaper if and when I read it, which I don't do too often these days as I find that part of my morning ritual to be really out of taste. But I simply could not help write about this incident cause that would be a crime in itself.

I would like to point out a few things which would make you think twice before you start singing the National Anthem the next time to prove the we are proud to be Indians. Have you ever noticed what kind of monsters we have become running after money. While those two women were being (un)dressed like a freshly killed chicken to be had by those 80 odd men who wanted to have a time of their life, two photographers from a leading newspaper were busy taking snaps of the incident. They din't even bother to even try and save those two women, why would they! After all it was just another news flick for them which would earn them a few quick buck. They had a point, it was a huge crowd of 80 men and they were only two. There was a big difference in numbers. My question to both of them is, do you guys consider yourself to be men? Would you guys have done the same if it was you own mother or sister or wife? I would not like to go media bashing as I don't believe media as such exist anymore. It's all about money, brother!

Secondly, have you ever considered how hollow our law and order system is that nothing was done about those 80 odd men(?) other than filing a lawsuit against them for which they were granted bail and set free while that lawsuit got buried underneath piles of papers of cases which are pending for God knows how long! And you wish to seek justice? The Police Commissioner was supposed to have said that ''these things keep happening and the media should not make a mountain out of a mole hill.'' Surprised! Don't be, this is just another facet of "independent" India. Today when ministers howl and cry about cheerleaders showing skin on the cricket field which is supposedly a blow to the Indian culture where we worship women, they tend to forget that in the same cultured India women are being gangraped, molested, abused where people are going scott free. How easy it is today to gain the limelight!

In the end I would like to point out another fact of our life which would earn me the boos of a lifetime, when would we men start to think from our head and not from our dick! Why can't we simply learn to control our urge to use women to be a house bound unpaid maidservant who will also provide lipservice and sex. Next time you proudly declare yourself to be a man think twice. Are you man enough to respect women?

You're Beautiful

The first monsoon showers
Falling
On the scorched earth,
Quenching her indomitable thirst
For his passion.
When everything turns
Bright
In their love
And shines with their remarkable
Spirit.

The winter leaves
Fallen
On the road, on a foggy morning
With a cup of coffee
Smokes fuming
On the rim.
In front of the fire
Burning
Like a desire inside her
Soul.

The touch of water
On
The feet while it
Touched the oceans and
The froth on the water which
Tasted
Salty like you skin
Washed the shore like the
Mind.

The eyes full of
Innocence
And a face full of
Undemanding happiness when
It sees
You beautiful smile
Shining
As it brings you the
Morning newspaper held in his
Mouth.

The blooming of the
Flowers
On an open field looking
Full of promises.
With each sweep of wind
That
Brings it's fragrance
Like a relief to the chained
Spirits.

The baby stuck up-close
To its mother's
Breast
As she feeds her
With utmost curiosity
Of looking at life
In a new form
Which she had held for
Nine months
Inside her body and her
Mind.

None can compare your true
Beauty.
You live within the body
Of my soul. You are
A bright sunshine, who fails
To learn her own beauty.
A beauty
Which outshines the myriads
Of beauties of life
That had held me
Enchanted for so long.
You are beautiful,
Now let me drink you true beauty
Through my mind's eyes.

Making Love To You

A mountain so dark,
Lush green,
Brooding in
Nature's lap.

Rain, rain and lots of Rain
Falling incessantly
With unsurmountable love
Like layers of mountains
Going on
Forever.

Sitting together
To find ourselves
Happiness,
That comes with such
Innocence.

Unseen consequences and
Forgotten pasts
Is what bought us together.
The strings of emotions
Bound us.
Mesmerizing.

And we made love,
Gently,
Softly.
Heavenly, I said.
And you looked into my
Eyes!

Your skin was soft,
It melt like honey
under
My Arms.
I held you close,
Very close to
My soul.

You turned towards me
And I took your face
In mine.

Our bodies met,
Sweat formed on your neck.
I kissed your lips
Which burned with passion.
You writhed, and moaned
With pleasure
That you had never known.

And then you rested
Your face upon
My
Chest.
And we spoke
Amidst the lonely hills,
In the language
Of silence.

Valley of mists
And the scenery of
Neverland,
A house between the woods
And a golden hearth
Glowing with the fire of love.
It held the story
Of our love in itself
Forever.

Here I found
You, my Darling,
Hiding
Peacefully, comfortably,
Secure
Within my heart!

Relationships

[Dedicated to my Jaan]

You came in my life
With endless promises,
And
Your debauch sense of pleasure,
Belongings
In troubled times.
You declare
The demise of lonliness,
Your age-old allie.

I embrace you
With the heart of gold.
Dreaming
Of foreign lands
And lost souls.
I dream of companionship
With myriads of
Colors,
Of mending hearts,
Of nests
Of home and emotions
And lost innocence.

I drown
In you to draw out the
Pleasures
Of falling autumn leaves
And cold winters
In front of a glowing hearth.
I dream
Of conversations instead of
Monologues,
Of pines, and silent afternoons,
Of frosted glass panes
Tinted in pink.

Visions
Of promised lands
Holds my mind's eyes.
And of togetherness,
Of broken down
Walls.
You are the bringer
Of the fressness of
The first monsoon showers,
The taste of the sea-water,
And the joy
Of a blooming flower.

With you
You bring life.

Jaan

[Dedicated to my Jaan]

Hurt
Pain
Tear in your eyes,
Falls
Water.
Nature,
My second nature.
Why am i being so unloving,
So uncaring toward you?
Towards your undying affection!

Am i a sadist.
Have i become,
Or would want to remain
Devoid of your company?
Which
I am unable to live without!

Questions,
Unanswerable questions.

Depths of your emotions,
Those unfathomable depths.
I want
To dive in them
And go down and down
Not wanting come up.


Beauty!
Innocence!
Care, love and affection!
What are you?
Who are you?
An angel?
In disguise of a human
A fairy?

Yes, that's what you are!
White satin
And Goddess of forgiveness.
You've taught me what
Love is;
I love you,
You
My heart, my body,
My soul.

Let the War Begin

The war continues. And we are all fighting in it. But against whom are we fighting? We are fighting against Medusa. Her face changes every time. Hunger, poverty, corruption, debauched politics, casteism, misbelieves. She grows another head as soon as we curb one of her ugly heads. But she is not undefeatable! And its time for a change. We need to fight her together. Cause often we forget that united we stand divided we fall. So let’s not awaken patriotism within us on the national holiday. Lets be a patriot on each and every day. Cause we are the soldiers of our country. The fate of our country lies in our hands. Those millions of unsung heroes of this land. So, let’s make a difference. Let’s fight for a cause. Let's fight for India.

Red

Green, land
Owners
Buried, ridden
People, common people.
En masse
Fighting against Them
And They are colored, with Red
Taken
Guns, shells and cartridges.
Protests, false fragile forgotten protests
While we sleep with our
Window curtains raised

Crimson robes everywhere,
Monks
Bleeding in their color
Turning Red
The whole place
Tanks
Roads blocked
Big achievements
And we still sleep with our
Window curtain raised.

History repeats itself,
They are colored!