Baatein - NaPoWriMo Day 19

Baatein aksar mansoobon se nahi hoti. 

Thodi alfaaz se hoti hai, thoda andaaz se hoti hai. 

Badzubanon ke sach bhi na qabil e qabool hote hain.

Narm lahje walo ke jhoot bhi sir aakhon par hote hain. 

Evolved - NaPoWriMo Day 18

...

The tides have turned, 

Another generation has come, 

With a promise of doing over, 

All the wrongs of its predecessor. 

As it turns out, 

They commit the same mistakes, 

Only the form changes,

Mock the ''man is evolved'' claim. 

Instincts - NaPoWriMo Day 17

Perhaps to live a life, you got to follow the instincts,

But to what event?

The ego of being an evolved species will be shattered,

If i give away to instincts like an animal.

The mind must wonder freely, but in stiff chains.

Instincts must not defy the purpose.

The struggle - NaPoWriMo Day 16

Dark clouds hover over my head

I'd be inhuman not to be depressed.

The curse of knowledge and empathy,

Has jeopardized my sanity. 

The battles are not merely exterior:

They follow a federal structure.

The struggle is to disseminate  what I know, 

To ears which may not be eager listebers. 

The struggle is to accept defeats, 

On numerous fronts outside my control. 

The struggle is to be persist my challenge,

In a war that overwhelmed all mortals. 

Popping bubble wrap

Here is a Haiku, a Japanese poetry form, comprising of 3 lines with syllables count as 5-7-5

...

Popping bubble wrap,

Worthless, compulsive desire, 

Humans battling stress. 

Sentiments - NaPoWriMo Day 13

Sentiments 

Intellect can take you to great heights,

Sentiments can take you further:

In all extremities, 

To the zenith of humanity, 

If there is one:

To the nadir of humanity, 

Which I am sure there is. 

It is man's sentiment that keeps the world going:

All the inventions to serve other men, 

To work hard to provide for the family, 

To perform selfless acts of charity,

To shed tears at the pain of others:

Sentiments make man a man. 

Those who have been in power, 

Have always belittled our Intellect, 

Attacked our ability to reflect. 

They have manoeuvred our minds, 

Influenced our core beliefs, 

Instigated our passion, 

For their unholy cause 

Human sentiments have been used to pit man against man, 

In acts of terror, riots, wars. holocausts. 

Our sentiments are no longer natural:

They are fabricated in political labs.

Our humanity is humbled, 

In the tremor of our war cry. 

In the world that stands on the pedestal of sentiments, 

Never let go the rein of Intellect. 

Sentiments are a brutal blind force, 

That need the aid of Intellect, 

To see manifest themselves, 

In the right direction. 

Ab bigrunga nahi - NaPoWriMo Day 12

Ab bigrunga nahi

Tumhaare taano se,

Tumhare ''haha' wale reaction se,

Tumhari uninformed opinion se,

Tumhari prejudice se,

Ab bigrunga nahi.

Ek baar samjhainga, 

Fir chup ho jaunga. 

Cynical wali sarcasm,

Ab  maarunga nahi, 

Tumhaari baaton par ab hasinga nahi, 

Ab bigrunga nahi. 

Farq rakhunga, 

Faaala rakhunga, 

Misinformation ke time par, 

Sach bolunga. 

End mein sab samjhenge, 

Bewakoofi wali hope ralhunga

Ab bigdunga nahi. 

Life is like a Ludo game-- NaPoWriMo Day 11

Life is like a Ludo game, 

Different colours, same goal, 

Those who start early may not win.

Fortune plays a part. 

You don't get what you want. 

To succeed, you need to strike out others, 

And, It's not over till it's over.

So, keep playing. 

Business of Art - NaPoWriMo Day 10

The business of art 

The reach, the likes,

The number of followers,

Whom I know,

Who knows me?

Everyone's working on making their brand 

True art?

I don't know.

Those who have reached the peak,

Will reiterate,

'' True talent always finds its way. '' 

Well, they can say. 

The real secret to success is not revealed, 

Perhaps not known. 

Art isn't for those, 

Who expect to be rewarded, 

It's for those who want to be enriched. 

It's a pool of endless possibilities, 

Ever expanding like the universe.

 

Form, no matter how lucrative, 

Can't compensate for the meaning, 

Hormones can't compensate for heart. 

Packaging can't compensate for what's inside. 

To stress about such trivial matters, 

Is an invitation to misery. 

Pursue the business of art minus the profit motive. 

Peaceful times - NaPoWriMo Day 8

Historians tell me, 

It's a great time to be alive

Not as many wars as in past. 

But is absence of darkness presence of light? 

Do human die only at battlefields? 

What about poverty and hunger, 

Disease and depression, 

And are we going to talk about quality of life? 

How one human treats another, 

Why wealth accumulation is so emphasised? 

Are the uncertainties of modern life any less? 

Are the dangers to planet not alarming enough? 

Where is the peace as humanity suffers, 

Only the source differs. 

Aiyanna (Mirror) - NaPoWriMo Day 4

Aaj hindi mein likhe hain. Prompt tha Aiyanna.

... 

Aiyanna

Wo aiyanne ke aagey aksar, 

Din ko raat karti mai. 

Mai puchta jo wjah, 

Mujh par hi bigadti thi. 

''Aiyanna na ho gaya, 

Saut ho gaya mera. 

Mujhse zyada nihaarta hai

Chehra tera. '' 

'' Ab kya karu,'' 

 Wo bigde swar mein boli. 

''Sach bolta hai ye, 

Nahi khelta aakh micholi. 

Na zulfon ki safedi chipata hai, 

Na chehre ke daag chipata hai. 

Umr ka sahi hisaab rakhta hai, . 

Jo dekhta hai wahi bakta hai. 

Tumhari tarah nahi karta yeh

jhoot ki taskari

Nahi samajta mujhe koi hoor pari.''

Maine fataak se khol di

Aiyanne ki sacchayi, 

''Kitni bhi sateek ho, 

Dikhata hai ye mehaz parchayi. 

Parchaayi vastavik hai, 

Vastav hai meri nazar. 

Bhooj jaogi apne roop ka sach, 

Kuch lamhe in mein jhalak lo agar.''

Fake News, NaPoWriMo, Day 1

30 days. 30 poems is the target. This poem is inspired by the lowering standard of media and Donald Trump. :D

... 

Fake news 

What a welcome change,

This information age 

Ignorance will vaporize 

Awareness will rise. 

Guess what? 

Fake news. 

Those who hold the pen, 

Won't set narrative as back then.

Truth will be one and nude, 

No voices will be subdued. 

Guess what? 

Fake news. 

With advanced satellite, 

Everything will be reported live. 

No information will be concealed, 

All conspiracies will be revealed. 

Guess what? 

Fake news. 

In reality, we are less informed than before, 

Troubled sea is portrayed as a calm shore. 

Money controls everything, 

Ethics worth a shilling.

All the promises of free and fair information, 

Fake news. 

NaPoWriMo Day 4: Dearth of enotions

Whether we tease each other or have an argument,
Whether we say unkind words or give a compliment, 
it doesn't matter unless it reaches a time,
When we have nothing more to say to each other.
Our lips must not dry in anticipation of words,
Our eyes must not sway away from downpour of tears.
Our hearts must find ways to convery what it feels.
Whatever may happen, there must never be dearth of emotions.

NaPoWriMo Day 3: Psychology vs Economics

Jo baat hardum meri aakhein kehti hai,
Wo zuban se kyu kahalwati ho tum?
Abhi pichle Saturday hi toh shayarana style mein izhar-e -ishq kiya tha,
Kyu iss weekend repeat telecast sunna chahti ho tum?
Baar baar bolne se conditioning hoti hai;
Psychology ka law lagati ho tum.
Baar baar bolne se utility ghatti hai,
Simple economics na samaj paati ho tum.

NaPoWriMo Day2: A bag full of gold coins

I have not inherited a bag full of gold coins,
but a bag full of hopes and expectations,.
It weighs down my shoulders,
put off my quest for free movement.
It suffocates me with its presence,
but should I be whining?
My shoulders are well nourished to carry the load,
the investments that didn't go to buy gold coins,
went into my development;
For nurturing a healthy mind, soul and body,
and inculcation of values and skills,
and indeed the time that  fostered the process.
I am the bag full of gold coins that I inherit,
Just a little polishing and self belief required.

NaPoWriMo Day1: Immortalised

Hello again, it is good to be blogging again after a gap of two months. To foster ny writing, I am participating in NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month, where we have to write a poem each day for the 30 days of April. It is a very challenging task and I got only 50% success trying it twice before. Hope I come up victorious this time around.

NaPoWriMo Day1

When alone and lonely, you recite my words,
you utter my name too.
My presence though unseen,
stays like a fragrance,
pleasant or irksome, your call.
I am immortalised by the vibrations of your vocal cords.,
whether I exist or not in physical form.
Then why should I wish to be by your side for an evening-long
when I can stay forever in the manner of my words.