Lives,..Lightening Us

In the sunny farmlands
they are growing food for us.....
But their stomachs had never been full

In the dark corners of the metro,
they are weaving cotton for us...
But they have only bare skin to cover

Between the noises of the factory,
they are making toys for our children....
But their children had never touched one

Inside the suffocating tunnel,
they are mining gold for our women...
But their women wear broken glass bangles

Covered totally in tar,
they are digging coal for lighting our lives...
But their lives are covered with dark shadows....

Their Sayings

They said I am deaf..
But i always hear the silence of sorrow

They said I am blind..
But i always sees the depth of darkness

They said I am dumb..
But i always speaks the unheard voices

They said I am dead..
But i always lives in ur heart

Indian Developmental Paradox

Frnd, my India is growing..Crossing all horizons...

Growing Deaths by poverty...(all over India)

Growing Farmer Suicides..(Vidarbha)

Growing Farm land acqisitions...(Singur)

Growing queue of helpless land oustees.. (Narmada)
(Some are given deserts where they cant feed themselves or their cattle...for
the proclaimed development..!!!!!
Many are not given that deserts too...!!)

Growing demolishion of slums of the unfortunate Indians..(New Delhi)
(Poor are not even allowed to beg..!!!!!)

Growing intolerances in name of GOD.. (Gujarat)
(They are trying to save their own gods..rather than gods saving them..)

Growing number of caste atrocities..(Khairlanji massacre)
(Some hindus are even not allowed to enter temples even now...!!
Socialistic face of GOD...???)

Growing percentage of millions below poverty line..
(Fastest growth in India..!)

Whom I shld thank for this growth.?


The sweating Richshaw puller near New Delhi Railway Station arguing with a business
tycoon for one rupee..
Or the farmer who decided to suicide...

Or the mine worker suffocated inside coal mine...
Or the black dalit who was not allowed to enter temple..

Or the slumdeller beaten by the guardians of law for begging for his stomach…..
Or the lean mother who sold herself for feeding bread to her child…

Or the thirsty beings longing for water near Coca-Cola factories….
Or…
I know my list is incomplete...
It is for u to fill or delete it....

NB : A gun at this moment in my hand..would have made me to suicide myself…
Becasuse I am highly worthless…my hands are incapable to resist this growth…

Why I am not a Hindu ?

Bcos I beleive that all are equal in this world...
But Hinduism can't.....

Bcos I believe in equal accessibility for all to reach GOD..
But Hinduism can't.....

Bcos I beleive in human dignity...
But Hinduism can't.....

HUNTERS OF MANKIND....

They are hunting always….
For the enemies, they created for themselves…

Down the pages of World History.....
Their enemies were lying beheaded…

First they made “Red-Indians” as enemies…
And killed them, massively….

Then they chained the “Blacks”…
And slapped them as Slaves….

Then they turned to “Communists”…
And hunted them as Anti-humans….

After the fall of Soviet Dreams (in 1991)….
They found their enemies were depleted….
They found that they had no more enemies….

The need came to them…
To create a new One…
To create a new Enemy….whom they can hunt….

So, At last…..
They created “Terrorists”…
They killed them in Baghdad…
They killed them in Kashmir…
They killed them in Manipur…
They killed them in Kabul…

They always need someone…so as to be killed…
And their hunting continues…..
Until the creation of the new enemy…

Beware…
You may be their next prey…

WHO are terrorists???

For Centuries...
They were suppressed..
They were denied food...
They were forced to toil for their masters..
They were cursed by religious dogma...
Their women were not allowed to cover the skin..
Their children were not allowed to learn...

Their cries were not heard by anyone...
Their tears were not seen by anyone...

Now finally..
When they started realising these..
When they started protesting against these....
When they threw stones on their suppressors...
When they took revenge for their centuries old suppressions...

Then..
We called them terrorists..
We called them ........

He..the Indian shepherd..

I don't know what his name is..
Also I don't want to know..
For whom lives are irrelevant..
names don't means anything at all..

He was black in color..
With watery red eyes ..
With a single-buttoned yellow shirt..
..Dancing in the wind,exposing his sun burnt skin...
With an umbrella tied to the shoulder..
..Having more transparency than opaqueness..
With a body stuffed of bulging skeleton...
..Suitable for a medical student for easy experiments...

He was the Indian shepherd...
Whom I found with a lot of sheeps and cows...
Whom I found under that fierce sun..
..Striving to win bread for his mother...
One thing common for him and them (the cows and sheeps)...
...The bulging skeleton through the skin...

I am wondering ..My shepherd,about You...
Do you know you are an Indian...?
..The last one of that 100 crores...
Sorry ..do you know India..?
..the nation stepping up in nuke deals..
..The nation upgrading itself in IT revolutions...
(..Don't worry this is a blood less revolt..)
..The nation spending millions for buying F-16s....
..The nation where companies started marketing oxygen itself...
..The nation where poverty is corporatised...

I know you don't know these..
Also I know you don't want to know..
For whom lives are irrelevant..
knowledge don't means anything at all...

FOR THEM..THE MILLIONS IMPOVERISHED...

I Saw them begging..
they were hungry
I Saw them crying..
they were alone
I Saw them running..
they were hunted...
I Saw them dying..
they were sick
I Saw..
I was their Killer..
Because....
When they begged,I kept my food away from them...
When they cried, I closed by eyes and ears..
When they ran, I threw stones on them..
When they died ,I was there to bury them...

From the middle of madness..

I feel writing is a good way to remove emotional depair..what u think my frnd??..i am very much fed up...Life ..days..hours..moments..passing...i am also moving..wher i dont know..and why..that too i dont know..like one of that strange pilgrims of Marcus...flowing in the flow weightlessly..

...Society told me u r living
for obeying rules ...
...Jesus told me u r living
for attaining heaven...
...Buddha told me u r living
for reaching nirvana....
...Karl Marx told me u r living
for liberating suppressed millions...
..Gandhi told me u r living
for attaining freedom
...Finally....
I told myself u r not living at all..u r dead...

LONELY..IN THE CROWD

LONELY..IN THE CROWD
One month over..
Yesterday I read abt a man..who is alone ....
I remember his words..
Religion is made of the priests,for the priests and by the priests...
Truth..na?

Life...

My life woven in the net
Of that big spider with red eyes
Whom you may call as the "Messiah"
Of this small insect...Me..

Alone in the net my wings are tied..
And I forgot that I can fly..
I saw the life from the net
Of that beautiful butterflies
And I forgot that I can fly..

One day he will come
Along withg a rope and buffallo..
My "Messiah" ..the spider with red eyes..
And take me into him..

And I will go to the unknown..
Where millions of millions already went..
That hell in the spider's stomach..
Into the fire of hunger....

My life..

My frnd....Some times i think my life is a big story..a story overflowing through words..paras..chapters ..and even books..
When i somehow get some free time and start to write..with that old pen which i am carrying from my eigth standard..Only then i came to know that my mind is empty of words...i can't even write a single letter abt me.....
At last...i managed to draw some lines thru that paper..the lines which completed itself to form a circle..A BIG ZERO..that is my life..the sole meaning of my life................