Tight Rope Walk of Life

Walking on the rope with the pole in hand,
Does he fear the death or is he consumed in the errand?
His eyes dreaming of a morning bright and grand.
Evening waits with a bread and some veggies quite bland,


Drum beats try to catch up with the shrill of his wife,
She is ready to face the barrage of blindfolded knife,
Meeting the two proverbial ends fuels this awesome strife,
Colours of her swirling skirt show you the rainbow of life.
 
Rings of steel clink at the edges when the child flows,
Belly half filled, limbs frail yet the wondrous face glows,
Cuddles street-dogs, dodging mother’s admonishing brows,
Unaware of the lurking crime and lure of dime till it grows.


Once police is around, you see them huddled and haunted,
At nights, below the over-bridge escapades are flaunted,
Rags draped in aplomb and laughter that riches are daunted,
In the thousand three hundred million are they accounted?

Here and Now

Life is a journey in reality and time is the dimension that defines reality. What is a truth today was a dream yesterday and what is a truth today may become a myth tomorrow.  Time in itself is a mirage in the desert of unfathomable expanse of universe and concept of past, present, future are images of the destination that we are in search for as reality.

Here and Now !

Just for a moment dreams are born,

With wake-up call of routine, they get torn,

Happiness is in dreams relished and nurtured,

Fragile unlike reality, so harsh and stubborn!

Extremes are enticing, beyond quite and mild,

Gardens are enchanting, yet we trail the wild,

Happiness keeps playing hide and seek,

To be explored by you, God's own beloved child.

He created you and smiled with awe,

Gave you the power to create moments of wow!

Togetherness is the elixir of happiness,

Whether one is a peacock or just a sparrow!

Yesterday was not a nightmare of sorrow,

Nor are the joys a preserve of tomorrow;

Days-nights, months-years flow in the river of time,

Happiness blooms when you live here and now!

There has been a spate of incidences where the intelligentsia of our country decides to react to certain actions of the government with deep perceived sincerity. Though I don't count myself anywhere near such greats, yet the seeds of possible greatness, neo-intelligentsia, dogged rationality and willful secularism keep germinating in my well composted fertile head. This makes me follow the proactive progressive provosts of our democracy.

This is an example of my decision in this regard;

तय कर लिया है हमने कि हम भी पुरस्कार लौटायेंगे,

खबर पढ़ी आज कि कल फिर कहीं दंगा हो गया,

अगड़े का पिछड़े से और मूँछ का दाढ़ी से पंगा हो गया,

होता तो ऐसा पहले भी था पर इस बार हम पुरस्कार लौटायेंगे,

क्योंकि अब हाथ के चाँद-तारों से उपर तिरंगा हो गया।


जब से शाही परिवार के चिराग का गुरुदेव लफंगा हो गया,

और दरबारी भाट को लगने लगा कि वो नंगा हो गया,

सबने मिल कर तय किया कि अब हम पुरस्कार लौटायेंगे,

क्योंकि नई सरकार का काम मवाद पर तुतमलंगा हो गया।


बकरी, सूअर, भैंस भये चिराग, आदमी पतंगा हो गया,

छींटों को इतना फैलाया कि आसमान बदरंगा हो गया,

थोड़ा और हंगामा करने खातिर अब हम भी पुरस्कार लौटायेंगे,

क्योंकि लंगड़ा देश दौड़ने लगा और बीमार रुपैय्या चंगा हो गया।