Wednesday, February 11, 2015

MY FATHER



POEM

On a December night
my father appeared in my dreams.
Unlike his quick-temper, anger and impatience
while he was alive
he was happiness personified.
He used to beat me up
mercilessly either for my apathy
towards studies or for playing my mischiefs.
Anyhow
this  moment
he seemed cheerful on seeing me
he glanced at me askance
with a beaming smile
‘Child are you happy
and satisfied?’
‘Yes Dad, I am happy
and delighted, I am cheerful.’
Though I was far from
satisfied with my life on earth.
His eyes went moist
embraced me and
planted kisses galore on
my forehead and cheeks.
Before looking up
to see him with teary eyes
he had played a vanishing act….
Like a child glued to my pillow
I wept a lot

How long I can’t tell……

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

THE NATION


POEM

A nation writhing in
excruciating pain
under rulers of various alliances
haven’t cared to alleviate
the gnawing pain
the nation is undergoing.
When would a bright
dawn of prosperity, 
equality and peace appears  
on the horizon which
the suffering millions badly experience.
Why rulers one after another
take care to embrace
the millionaires and
billionaires and ignore the
poverty-stricken masses.
A bleeding nation
awaits a protector
since decades having the generosity
to apply the magical potion
and treats the body politic
of the nation and cares to cure the

wounds and stop the bleeding forever….

Sunday, February 8, 2015

APPLE-CART


POEM

Uproot the thorny plants
of your arrogance.
Let the tender plants and flowers
smell love, peace and sacrifice
be planted in their place.
Never ever allow the plants
of anger and violence in your garden.
And herald the new dawn of serenity
and tranquility and
spread across the world over
and caress and embrace
each and everyone
so as to celebrate in the days to come.
Thus hope the majority
across the world.
But unfortunately a miniscule of
anti-social elements

continue upsetting the apple-cart…. 

Friday, February 6, 2015

MISSION

POEM

Digging deeper and deeper
into the soil
until we found
water springs forth
to the excitement and cheers of all.
Both those at the bottom of the well
who made the ‘mission’ successful
and the onlookers above
our ecstasy found no limits.
Many a time out of
disappointment and impatience
we mulled putting an end to the mission
of digging and digging
deeper and deeper into the soil
we found our tireless
efforts turning infructuous.
Still, out of strong will
and determination
we made it possible
at a time scarcity
of water turning the earth into a desert
a sad story across the world.
Yes,
we are happy for the time being
but
how long is the question
which stares straight into our eyes…
Anyhow
as of now
we are happy, hilarious

and ecstatic…..   

Thursday, February 5, 2015

ENLIVEN THE CITY

Good Morning…
unroll the black carpet
welcome the vehicles
let them move along
in opposite directions.
Business establishments, bar-attached hotels,
super-speciality hospitals,
cinemas, ready-made  shops, saloons and parlours etc etc
lined up both sides.
Pedestrians in hundreds
walk down the footpath.
None notices the other.
Each ones is pre-occupied
with his/her own business.
Some to the hotels
some to the hospitals
some to the bar-attached hotels,
some to the clothes, bazaars, some to
the saloons and parlours
all in a hurry, typical of our city
like other cities
Let the life go on
Let changes enliven the city.
Let me move along
with my hectic schedules.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

HIDE AND SEEK GAME


POEM

Memories
either good or bad
often prefer to play
hide and seek games.
Memories
often good or bad
are arranged in a
haphazard manner in the inner recesses of the mind
and are reluctant to
come out into the open.
Memories
either good or bad
often hesitate to escape
from the inner chambers of mind
often making our life
sweet or bitter
depending upon the context

of one’s own life….

Monday, February 2, 2015

DELHI ELECTIONS – BITTER FIGHT BETWEEN BJP AND AAP IN THE OFFING


ARTICLE

From a tea vendor to the Prime Minister is certainly a matter of pride. Our Prime Minister Narendra Modi is such a person. From such a person, the upper-middle classes to lower middle classes and the lower strata of society naturally expects many favours when he is catapulted to the chair at helm. Even while he and his party won three times and he was unanimously elected Chief Minister of his home State, Gujarat. The erstwhile - tea vendor after assuming Chief Ministership turned pro-corporate by inviting ‘big cats’ like Ambani, Adani, Tata and many other billionaires, millionaires and crorepatis to invest in Gujarat. While they turned more and more fatter and those at the bottom of the ladder turned more and more leaner.
His trade-secret always is whenever elections are round the corner he turns pro-poor and offers them promises galore and takes a pledge to lift them from the ditch of hunger, poverty and under nourishment and unemployment at the earliest.
The poor always take the promises for granted and cast their valuable votes for the ‘Lotus’ and ensure his victory at the hustings.
After winning the elections and becoming (Chief Minister of Gujarat) and Prime Minister of the nation he suffers from ‘selective amnesia’ and instead corporates, both Indians and multinationals abroad visit India and plead with them to invest in various areas offering attractive ‘packages’.
Like during the Assembly elections in Gujarat, 16th General Elections Mr.Modi was entrusted with the duty of campaigning for the party by conducting whirlwind tours across the country by the BJP leaders (if not all) and Sangh Parivar Heads at Nagpur and subsequently at their behest he was selected for the post of Prime Minister in case Bharatiya Janata Party emerges victorious.
Bharatiya Janata Party under Narendra Modi chose to canvass votes about six months in advance which attracted lakhs of electorate to listen to the oratorical skills of Mr.Modi and got attracted to him. In addition to that he chose to begin his canvassing by shedding crocodile tears over the plight of poor and took the pledge to better their future if he was elected as the Prime Minister.
Believing his words they voted en masse for him to ensure his victory.
Thus Mr.Modi assumed power at the helm of the nation.
Soon came Assembly elections for five States and there too he took out his trump card of talking about the hunger and poverty of those at the low strata of society. 
Now that Delhi is caught in election fever and it is going to be a bitter fight between BJP and Aam Admi Party.
Mr.Modi the other day jumped into the election campaign along with his supporters. Though he chose not to name AAP on reading between the lines, we can very well come to the conclusion that he was making a reference to the AAP. In a scathing attack he pointed his finger to the treachery by the bitter enemy by resigning after 49 days in power and for not implementing virtually nothing for the poor and middle-class .
Modi’s trade secret of shedding tears for the poor men, women, children and middle class and his promises to wipe away their hunger, poverty, unemployment and assurances to them that all roofless people of Delhi would be provided with accommodation.

 How come we take his words for granted?