WAQT KI FITRAT

Ajeeb sa dekho to yeh daur hain
Behro ka to yeh bas shehar hain
Aag hi aag dekho, charo taraf hain
Din mein andhera, raat bas raat hain

 
Aankh khuli hain par behosh hain hum
Na jaane kaun se aahosh mein hain hum
Khusi ki raah mein, gum samet te rahein
Ek naadan ki tarah bezubaan hain hum

Ae rahe manzil, kaha ke liye chale hum
Waqt ki fitrat hain, na woh ruke na hum
Iss rah par jaroor ek baar rukenge hum
Roshni hi roshni hoga, na andhera na gum.

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CHALLENGE THE THRONE

Drooping heads and spread out palms -

know this, its for justice, not for alms!

The fingers have clenched into a fist -

like raindrops joining silently in mist!

Political doings are the scum of gutter -  

once whisperers, now they publicly mutter!

Those incessant tears, now the slowly roll - 

know that all eyes are still on the goal!

'Marrow of the State' slowly got rotten -

values, ethics, greatness - all forgotten!

As the logs of the old bungalow creaks -

the system with time slowly breaks.

The deaf will hear the suppressed groan -

shoulder your duties, challenge the throne!

Let it dwindle, ruin, crumble and then fall -

hasten the process by joining hands with all!

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FROTH AND DIRT

As the boil goes on

the froth comes up and

the dirt in time goes down.

Delay in justice is a con

against the protesting band

while the culprit flees town.

While in sorrow, some weep on

and the unknowns joins hand

with the conviction not to drown.

The sly clouds have gathered upon

all over the hot fuming land

in a quest to save a dirty crown.

The beaming rays will proclaim dawn

letting others know we took a stand

removing the king masked like clown.

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THE NAKED KING

An ‘unstately’ state crawls on its own lies -
as countless mind perish, wails and cries.
A body is no more, a carcass calls for help -
pity those dumb ears that block out the yelp.
One can never, ever fully burn it or bury it all -
‘Time’ has mocked them, in their rise and fall.
As the scorpions sting so do the snakes bite -
what humans may do, none presumes right!

The ones unjustly snatched, they are gone -
while the ones living, painfully trudging on…

Pain made them sore, pain made them numb -

but make no mistake, commoners aren't dumb.

Before every tidal wave crashes upon the shore,

it recedes and strengthens itself to its inner core.

Let not this be a mistake any statesman make -

stirring of wrath and peoples' mind in its wake!

Circling slowly and steadily the wheel is turning -

resentment, anger is on the rise and churning.

You may tear a twig before it reached its prime -

nothing goes unnoticed even in the pile of grime.

Beware King! The boiling of blood is on the rise;

A concocted and torn story can never win a prize!

Remember the phase? It happened a decade back -

those innocents are now on your very same track!

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SHAM AND SHAMELESS

The society has and heals its own scars,
then why is it that they are  only ‘hers’?
Why is it then that men don't have any -
whereas they outnumber ‘hers’ by many?

It is an irony as such, the ways of ‘men’ -
savages get their way every now and then.
Tormenting the flesh, bones and the soul -
tragic as to how it has never taken its toll.

Born of women and then put to shame -
from times of old it has remained the same.
You burn candles, lit torches and bonfire -
shameful how it's lost - the ‘essence of ire’.

Placards! Protests! What is it that you need?
No cries of conscience but injustice indeed.
Pillaging of cities and ravaging of innocence -
Who stands up now to mend the broken fence?

The hell on earth was made by those men -
born here of filth and scum, time and again.
This echoes injustice! It's but a political sham -
I know not of others but yes, ashamed I am.

Tear the rotting flesh, let their bones be creaked,
how a motherly soul in night helplessly shrieked.

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THE RIPPED BUD

Spring will come and rain will flow -

alas the angelic smile will never glow.

Ones who detest darkness forced into dark -

where faceless savages like vermins lurk.

The barbaric hordes hide behind a mask -

where the deaf have questions to ask.

Ironically the dumb can hear but are meek -

while society fades in gloom and bleak.

Here the beasts are like onion peel -

how deeper one may go but none can feel.

In each strata one finds a new face -

while the past one vanishes without trace.

How deep one may go, all the more -

it is an endless gamble, a heartless core.

New screams, fresh outrage, ripe news -

death of a dream, a life put to no use.

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THE CURTAIN FALL

If you want to get the sunshine,

forever do chase the setting sun.

If you want to make something - 'mine';

Life then won't be a struggle - 'just fun'.

If you want to live in eternal green

then forever do let the birds throng.

If you want nature always in its teen

then forever do let the trees stay strong.

If you desire to die just this once

then forever do hold your head high.

if ever hard you believe for second chance

then never let your emotions run dry.

If you want that even after the curtain-fall

the roar and the applause to go on...

Then silently do good for the unknown all -

the name in tearful whispers will dawn.

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AIM BETTER

Some are quick to go, while some stay -

they wanted to live but went their way.

Some blooming green leaves fall young -

mingling with earth from whence it sprung.

Some buds wither before it can bloom -

meeting it's maker in a hasty doom.

From childhood to those future adult years -

smiles, giggles, laughter and silent tears.

A flame illumines the fragile earthen lamp;

in its end, it blackens like a valiant champ. 

Never to oneself ask, 'What have I got?' -

but give and spare for the unluckier lot.

Aim to shine, so let yourself burn like hell -

critics envy your rise who wanted you to fail.

Like molten gold, always keep up your shine -

experience always tastes like an aged wine.

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