A Dreamer's Life.......

My dreams lost their meaning
on the way to my life.............

My life lost its meaning
on the way to my dreams......

Since then...
I chose to live in my dreams...
And die in my life............

Break Those Walls...!!!!!!!!

Now...

Time has come..

There...

They stood up for the first time...

They shouted for the first time...

They walked together for the first time...

Then... 

Those Walls started shaking....

The Walls...

Which protected the torturers from the tortured...!!

Which protected the exploiters from the exploited...!!!!

Which protected the few from the mass...!!!!

Which protected the might from the right...!!!! 

Let them BREAK....!!!!

Let them FALL..!!!!....

There..

Inside these walls..

Lies the treasures....

Let them go to those tortured..!!!

Let them go to those exploited..!!!!

Let them go to those who are right..!!!!

Let them go to the mass..!!!! 


( Support to all those who are being in the Streets for Occupy Wall Street Movement..)

COMPLAINTS................

I complain when I miss a single meal....

He stomach is empty for several days...!!!!

I complain when my sweater sweats a little...

He is dying in the dead cold.....!!!!!

I complain when the car moves slowly...

He is walking ever since his birth...!!!!

I complain when my child is in the sun....

His children play in the sunny roadsides....!!!!

I complain when my head aches a little...

He barely care his wounds of leprosy...!!!!

Still I complain..!!!!

Still I am not happy....!!!!

But he never complains...!!!!

And he is happy.....!!!!!

LOSS....HAPPINESS

I saw it near in front of me...

I walked towards it...

It was moving faster...

I walked fast...

Then I ran....

 I ran faster....and faster...

It moved away... and away...

And then I lost sight of it...

I started moaning....

I heard the beats of my heart...

Tears were rolling down through my face...

And got mixed with the sweat....

I fell down in the desert......

I HATE HIM....

Who gave somene, the power to kill

someone in the roads of neither one......

Who gave someone, the power to fill

tears in the eyes of the dear ones...

Be it be the Terrorist....

Be it be the Naxalite....

Be it be the Soldier....

Be it be the Policeman...

Be it be you...

Be it be me....

I hate him....

And I hate him, whatever his philosophy may.....

And I hate him, whatever his cause may

Today @ Ramlila Maidan.............

There was tight security over there...people were being queued up by policemen...there were peddlers selling national flags , Gandhi thoppees etc... Sometimes police fled them with their raised sticks. The carry bags and luggage were scanned and ladies and gents were frisked....

For a moment I thought I am entering to IGI Airport Terminal........
 But instead of the cool Air conditioned ergonomically designed landscapes of IGI, what welcomed me is a ground which is the cause of several heated discussions in the recent indian polity.....It was RAMLILA MAIDAN....
Shamiyana was erected in half of the ground and in the other half MCD men were doing their levelling job so rigourously.....

There were people from all classes....a miniature of the diversified India was over there.......School Children...Sanyasis...Pentioners...College goers....Many of them wore the T-Shirts..." MEM ANNA HOOM" under the banner of India Against Corruption....

Chants were in the air....
" Anna Tum Aage Chalo....Hum Tumhare Sath He......."
" Mem bhi Anna...Tu bhi Anna... Ab to Sare desh he Anna...."

There were frequent roars of "Vandematheram"  and "Inquilab Zindabad...".....Me also shouted loudly sometimes and sometimes silently............

I merged in the crowd....I lost myself...I shouted when the crowd shouted and roared when they roared...

I dont know whether the struggle reaches its meaning full end...Seeing the change it seeks, I feel it needs to be much much larger....It may be hard to bring changes in a constitution governing more than 1 billion through some ten thousand people....But I can see people entering in large numbers into the ground...I have to be optimistic...

And I was happy.....And I was selfish for my happiness......At last I have came across a cause which made some lot of the notorious middle class to come out of their personal comfort zones......

I end this with what Voltaire said.... " I do not agree with what you have to say, but I'll defend to the death your right to say it...."

Let Anna Say what he has to...And Let the change happen...............