हां तुम चाटुकार हो, मन से तुम बीमार हो,है लीलता जो देश को, हा तुम वही बुखार हो,है रूह तेरी क्यों मरी? क्यों बन चुके ग़ुलाम तुम?क्यों किसी के तलवों के नीचे निसार हो? क्यों भला किसी की चाटुकारिता में…
मेरे पिताजी
तुम मेरे भगवान् हो, तुम्ही इष्ट देव हो,जिसकी छाव में पला, हां तुम्ही वो पेड़ हो. हाँ बड़ा डरता था मै पिताजी आप से,आप ही के डर से मै दूर रहा पाप से,बिन डरे जहां से, आप ही की छाव…
गौ माता
Cow– The mother animal. The giver, the provider and the caretaker. Her innocence finds her caught in a war where no one actually cares for her. This poem is dedicated to mother cow as she struggles to live a life…
Monsters in uniform
I call myself a poet,I paint a picture through my words,But lies my pen now comatose,Can’t get what is wrong with world,It wants to scribble agony,It tries to vent out anger in me,It cries and tries to write a word,But…
विकास पुरुष नरेंद्र मोदी
A poem dedicated to Indian Prime minister Narendra Modi ji. He is just a man with his own flaws but he is the man that deserves the collective respect of the entire nation for what he has done in past…
Too late for a sorry
How do I say sorry?I find it hard to say,I see it written,We’ll never be the same.How I wish for the things to fall back,I know our life won’t be back on the track,And I know, it was all my…
The last kiss before the gallows
Your voice is like a symphony,Sweet and smooth like drops of honey,I want you to pour it, All on me.Like an orchestra in unison,Like the angels singing in heaven,I am your fan, Let me listen. Keep speaking, keep speaking,I just can’t stand…
Goodbye Love
Every time the wind blows in my face,I feel the love we had, just blew away,Every time I reach at a cross-road,I see the time, we parted way. Every day as I open the door for sun,I feel our love…
The writer’s block
Tick Tock! Tick Tock!Watching the clock,Fiddling with pen,Facing the block. Inking the pages,Crumpling them all,Tossing them over,Like basket ball. Train of the thoughts,Ramming the wall,The writer within,You cannot recall. Writing a line,Scratching it clean,Can’t put to words,Sights you have seen.…
आज़ादी है, आज़ाद नहीं!
आज़ादी है, आज़ाद नहीं!आबादी है, आबाद नहीं! पिंजरे से भले हो निकल चुके,पर कटे हुए, अब तड़प रहे,वो ओड़ सफेदी खादी की,हमें लूट रहे, सब हड़प रहे,सड़को पे अब भी सोते है,और भूख से बच्चे रोते हैं,वो बात करें आकाशों…
