Poetry Series: Episode:3

Title: Sense

So we take pride in our feat

and boast of our struggles

while humanity continues to deplete.

Doesn’t make much sense, does it?

Capable is incapacitated

and fraudulent is celebrated

while morals are being preached.

Doesn’t make much sense. does it?

Chivalry is considered as unusual

and profanity is accepted

while etiquettes are dictated.

Doesn’t make much sense, does it?

Sadly, that’s the world we live in.

Unfortunately, that’s the norm we believe in.

Alas! that’s the nature of today:

Doesn’t make sense but still okay.

A Sparrow

As I was getting ready for another day,

I heard a pecking noise on my window.

All right already!

And there he was, a little sparrow.

He flew and sat on my hand

And tried to tell me something.

Little friend, I cannot understand

Whatever you are saying.

On my table was a picture of my family

Which the sparrow knocked down.

That was unnecessary, buddy!

And thus made sense, that pecking sound.

My new apartment stands over his old one,

It was I who was pecking.

I invaded his house while he was gone,

And it was I who wasn’t understanding.

~ The Rightful owner had returned

उम्मीद

कहते है उम्मीद लगाना अच्छी बात नहीं. में कहता हु यह बात सही नहीं.

 

उम्मीद

मेरी एक आदत बहुत बुरी है
मुझे उम्मीद रहती है
और कही न कही सबसे रहती है.

गलती उसकी नहीं जिससे उम्मीद हो
क्युकि उसे तो पता भी नहीं.
बस मेरे ही मन में दबी रहती है.

बहुत समझाता हु खुद को
उम्मीद खुद से कर दुसरो से नहीं.
पर क्या करू? हो जाती है,

सबको होती है, उम्मीद…

हर बात की कोई न कोई वजह जरूर होती है,
मेरी उम्मीद की भी है और
जो उसपे खरे नहीं उतरते उनके भी.

बस इतनी सी बात ही समझनी होती है.

यह ऐसा खेल है जो शायद ही कोई जीत पता है,
और शायद इसमें हारना ही सही है,
क्युकि उम्मीद वही लगा पता है
जिससे दुसरो की उम्मीदें जुडी है.

Together!

Just a few more days!

 

 

Never before have we faced this,

A pandemic that stunted all of us together.

Every one of us should note this,

We will go down in history together.

Men, Women, Children, I ask you all

Let us go down as victors.

Let us become that generation

Which the future will call healers.

 

Let us hide our pain behind a mask,

Let us clean our hands before we meet,

Let 6 feets of distance prevail in each task,

Let us reduce walking on the street.

Let us ensure proper hygiene,

Let us make sure to help the needy,

Let us keep every inch of our house clean,

Let us just be ready.

 

And soon one day we will walk,

Walk without a mask

Walk without any fear

Hug every friend

Hold every dear.

Eat without being scared

Work without any boundaries

Go on trips which we had planned

Make a fresh set of memories.

Magic Ring

If they go dumb and blind, it is your responsibility to guide them. Humanity is thus.

 

 

And when the whole world will be silent,

I will sing my song.

None will be defiant,

Humanity shall come along.

My words will resonate forever,

In different voices and tales.

Source may fade but legacy, never.

Humanity never fails.

That music of mine will ask,

To stand with reason and to stand up,

To denounce that evil mask,

To help others to setup.

And soon others will also sing,

Add values to this symphony.

Woman will be Queen and Man, King.

Humanity is the Magic Ring.