GIVE YOURSELF & YOUR HEART A CHANGE

Can you define me, I am happiness?

I am the antonym of sadness.

I am when your smile is genuine and you don’t care where you are dancing,

I am when you a bathroom singer is freely humming.

I am in the sweet giggle of an infant.

I am in the doctor’s heart after the recovery of every patient.

I am in the eagerness of a lover on his way,

I lie in the eyes of a mother waiting for her D-Day

I am in the torchbearer, who could turn the futile to the one so fertile,

I am in the eyes of parents whose creation’s success brought me nearer to them every time.

I am in the reaction of your near ones as you give them a surprise,

I am in the confidence of a winner as when felicitated with a prize.

FRAMED EFFORTS

                                                                                     

Waving high the certificates of merit,

he has nothing in his credit.

Sparkling seem on them the high percentage,

nothing to boast as his wage.

He’s apt for the job with all qualifications,

even for water there’s a race in our nation.

Not carrying with his performa a great person’s reference,

among the candidates he’s not given preference.

To touch the sky-he’s worth it,

jobless-realities of life how will he face it?

He cries-educated qualified unemployed,

bright future that education promised is devoid

Gaining pace is this insecurity,

despite excelling their is no security.

Such instances make the others loose their zeal,

disenchantments we shall also undergo & feel.

Rising every single day with anticipation,

that today the bells might ring in fast motion,

As he travels he remembers his years of struggle,

in those he just wants to cuddle,

Truth is-he didn’t achieve what he aimed,

lie alone his efforts all just framed.

A CRAFT-WORTH THOUSANDS-GETS NOTHING

                                                                         

                             A country with diverse handicrafts,

few can create such drafts,

It dwells in areas mostly remote,

in achievements there is nothing to quote

Creating masterpieces with their hands,

has God gifted them magic wands.

Working for hours day & night,

for survival with life they have to fight.

The work is very well accomplished,

it helps to make our house well furnished.

Popularity is not in their destiny,

even for necessities there is no money.

Lying & Dying, with time in dark corners,

still alive just with grace of foreigners.

We have high opinion of the things imported,

enhance their skills to make them feel wanted.

This way it shall breathe our culture,

so that it’s spreads all over in future.

A LIFE TO A LIFE

                                                                                             

Millions of tender ones are in orphanages,

new born & young, they are of all ages.

Brought from various places,

Love - there are no traces.

These souls feel as if they are unwanted,

by adopting them we make them feel less haunted.

Life is devoid of love, care, affection,

full of daily tension.

Happiness is yet far away,

it’s like a situation of may not or may.

If we do this virtue they might smile,

otherwise it’s as far as a mile.

This way we shed away our isolation,

and our life runs with fast motion.

Blessed with a father & a mother,

also to play with a sister & a brother.

This is widening your family,

yet not adding to the society.

Above all U created a human being,

without U it would have been merely a living being.

A CLEANER SOCIETY BY UNEMPLOYING THOUSANDS

Adding glory to the Mumbai;’s bars,

they entertain the ones with rich cars.

Dancing & Singing on their own,

revealing clothes for their body to be shown.

There is a different story behind their smiles,

they earn as on them the whole family relies.

Daughters of the paralysed and old,

to do this they have to be bold.

Among only men it’s risky,

and they also serve them whisky.

The society see’s them with a different eye,

still to their work they can’t say good bye.

Some think they become rich,

doing this job they all have a hitch.

Banning their work was Deputy C. M,

but now as sex-workers they work till A. M.

He succeded in killing a devil,

now born is a worse peril.

His view was to save the youngsters,

stop them from becoming monsters.

To reduce the rate of atrocity,

inculcating in them a sense of integrity.

One side he has been thoughtful,

his decision for the bar girls were fierceful,

Most of them transferred to Bangalore,

there too men they will lure.

The loss is also of the bar-owners,

as no magnet to attract customers.

Hearing the CM’s reason,

the girls says “Parents can control their son”

We don’t stop them from inculcating good habits,

they why do they stop our credits?

Without dancing &singing now in bars they hang about,

this is acceptable, the police have no doubt.

In turn what’s been the result,

Will he mend this fault?

A VICTIM - SHE’S NOT AT FAULT

Where is the era when woman was worshipped?

today for mercenary motto she has been placed.

God created both equally-Adam & Eve,

as sex-symbol is what we perceive.

We talk of our human-race,

was it possible without her grace.

To fulfill their hungry desires is their job,

her respect & virginity is what they rob.

She runs, pants, hides,

pain is what is has to confide.

Struggling to save her from the voracious,

she bears as every female for him is glamourous.

Many men take her for such rides,

then she also has to bear the public's jibes.

Even after bearing turmoil for a tardy span,

“keep quiet” the world says as U are a woman.

If she stands to punish the culprit,

our society gives her a hard hit.

They say she is the one who is faulty,

they do not punish the awry.

When will this world punish the reality?

so that the woman can be daughty.

I AM HERE, I AM THERE, I AM EVERYWHERE

It’s been our objective since the first Five Year Plan,

albeit it seems a task impossible for man.

I am foremost in vote propaganda,

when in power I am not their funda.

We all are so poor,

that we don’t even have the floor.

If you are in any Indian part,

you will see me even near the mart.

We bear the cold,

but it doesn’t make us bold.

To get food from the bin is also a struggle,

as the competitor is the eagle,

Education for us is a distant stream,

for you a joke it may seem.

No happiness in their slums,

even justice is denied as we have to keep mum

We live like the nomads,

being poor we are referred-corrupt & bad.

Our poverty is omnipresent,

still no effort to make it transparent

YOU DIE, YOU ARE A FAILURE

The darkness is your fate,

learn to make it your mate.

You are worth it as U could not succeed,

there is no fruit as there lies your impertinent seed.

It has long been there the same,

as you could not earn fame.

This world wants someone perfect,

in U there is a defect.

Your efforts are in vain,

so now bear the pain.

Fame & Friends come along,

for love you will have to long.

If you are a failure,

no one U can lure.

A rung of happiness, a ladder of sorrow,

you don’t even get to see the lucky sparrow.

A loser in this world is unknown,

he is left to be thrown.

All alone by himself,

he curses his very self.

Is he so obnoxious as not to be accepted,

as he is only hated.

FRATERNITY, LIBERALITY-ONLY FOR MEN

It’s been over five Decades of independence,

but women here still bear penance.

It’s a gift or a curse to a woman,

as the world is dominated by man.

In childhood it is her Dad,

impositions from all over make her sad.

After marriage it’s her Pati,

with whom she is forced to die as Sati.

Prejudices she has to bear in tons,

then comes the turn of sons.

It’s a life devoid of aspirations,

do they think women have no emotions?

Threatened by the word-Divorce,

to stop this there no force.

Ruling even over her thinking & dreams,

men even stop the hope of happy beams

Despite proving her abilities in all facets,

Liberality she is not going to get.

It’s like clotting her blood,

very soon her anger shall burst as flood.

TRYST WITH DESTINY

Justice was his word in the speech of tryst with destiny,

but everyone is today behind money.

Many cases lie pending,

no one to do the bending

Scams, Riots, Murder, Rape,

in all hearings we just gape.

We refer Shakeera as a flip-flop queen,

but can we change what she had seen.

Changed statements in fear,

loss of 9 loved ones also to bear.

The culprits’ families get sympathy,

the victims yearn for empathy.

Murder is a big crime,

imprison him it’s high time.

Jessica’s murderer has power,

also lots of money to shower.

Killed in a pub was Lal,

no witness as would be made Halal,

Delhi Police was also involved,

no escape as whole case has evolved.

We say “Hang Manu Sharma”,

so that he gets the fruit of his Karma.

It is imperative for us here to win,

otherwise our values shall be a sin.

To prove India a developed nation,

justice should be imparted in fast action.

Justice as foremost in a Democracy,

if not then nothing to fancy.

NO SWEET FRUIT

                                                  

Hard work & Sweat are synonyms

but Result & Happiness are not,

At times they are even Antonyms.

Despite our concerted efforts,

failure knocks our door.

And with our blue experiences,

we cry sitting on the floor.

Losing our willpower & determination,

we avoid even the sight of books, at this time we are in sore need of affection.

Albeit we are surrounded by taunts & scolding,

no one to pity, no one to love.

Everyone to laugh & make fun,

it seems we are a bootless glove.

Why do we Work Hard?

to taste the sweet fruit & carry it in our purse

But when it is not possible to get,

the very existence of mankind is a curse.

‘Hard work is the key to success’ as everyone says,

so try, try again keep trying,

As we will also be happy in the coming days.

I SNIVEL MY WAY ALONE

Can my rumbling mind alone sew up?
The heart that lost the way to stand up.

Hurting me are the numerous scruples,
distracting are all those love filled bubbles.

A scintilla of happiness is all what i want,
stuck in this slough, I just can't.

He finds it best to shelve the discussion,
pinching every part of my flowing emotion.

I lie counting the pros and cons,
to stop, when the final conclusion dawns.