Thirty Bucks

A glowing autumn noon

And the sun glimmering like a gem in the sky,

The chirruping little birds were at rest

In no want to come out and fly.

There,I see a tri-vehicle coming by

A brown-old man struggling to drive,

I stop him and ask for

If he would take me three miles away

He agreed to thirty bucks and began to thrive.

A thirty bucks-

For there were lanterns to light up back at his place,

And no fancy chandeliers to glow

For there were empty-stomached children with a pale face.

For there was his lady

Waiting for bangles to adorn her empty wrists,

For there were broken roofs to repair

And happiness to earn which lay in bits.

His torn shirt spoke of his life-

Scattered in pieces and just in the toil to survive

And the sweat dripping down his face

Shouted of his constraint

His dark-toned skin

Whispered of the heat he faced

All this pain,all these afflictions,

For what? Thirty bucks?

All this toil and agony,

For what?Waking up by the cluck, for what?

As I sat with tranquil 

With a roof over my head

Protecting me from the bright sun

All these thoughts crawled into my head

Of how his gray hair would withstand the calefaction

And of how his pedaling feet might ache,

And how his hands might be bruised,

With putting me into this muddle,

The ride came to an end

I gave him thirty-bucks 

And an extra ten.


Set Me Free

With the limitless imagination I carry,

Don’t ask me not to over think.

With the burden I carry in my heart

Don’t ask me to consider the wrongs the rights.

With the things I face everyday

Don’t ask me to shush

With the sick society

Don’t ask me to sacrifice my mights.

Set me free

And let me flutter my wings,

Let me see how far the sky goes

Let me see the the things it brings.

Let me roar with the clouds up there

Let me cry with them

Let me belong to the sky

Let me be one of ’em.
With the weight of the million things I carry

Don’t ask me not to fall,

With the feel of a bird whose wings have been mercilessly cut,

Don’t ask me to give up, I’d rather crawl.

So set me untrammeled

And let me admire the beauty of the cosmos,

Let me tear and trot

Rid me off this tenacious world and don’t let me rot.

Break The Walls

Brick-by-brick and inch-by-inch made

The wall,now stands tall,

Difficult to rupture

But not infeasible to make it fall.


On one side stand the Hindus

On the other stand the Muslim,

On one side stand the Christian

On the other stand the Sikh.


With weapons in their hands

Not to break the walls

But to kill each other

And to put them into palls.


No wonder one day

These walls become of steel

and maybe it will be too late

For you to realize what’s wrong and feel.


And then the walls will shout at you

For all you do and did,

And soon will be a day

When you would want to be free and get rid.


But then the walls will cachinnate at you

For the self-destruction you made,

And sooner will be the day

When no longer soothing will be the wall’s shade.


It’s less ill to put a crack today

Instead of repenting morrow,

It’s better to break the walls today

To prevent by-and by’s sorrow.

Be Grateful!

While we sleep in our air-conditioned rooms

Ungrateful and unhappy in our cushy bed,

Some find happiness

Even on the footpaths being unfed.

We walk out of our roomy,commodious cars

With hearts full of covetousness,

They feel blithe on their feet

Because in meager things,they find happiness.

We deny the luscious food

They respect the one-time meal,

We curl up into our snugly blankets

And sip our coffee slowly to get the tepid feel.

They take shelter under broken huts

And in the chilly weather,they palpitate,

Still being grateful for all they have

And choose to leave their future to fate.

Oh Greedy Human! Start learning-

The significance of little things,

To unsnarl-

The entangled life strings.

Thank You Mom!

For the million afflictions
She went through for me,
For the thousand sacrifices she made and agreed to each plea.
For the hundred promises
She made and kept
To the nine months
And to shushing and swaddling me whenever I wept.
And at last to none discomforts she made me suffer through,
And to all the favors
Mom,you owe me my world too.
She is beyond the bounds of possibility
Because she has a heart big enough to accommodate the universe
She will always aid my problems
And I’ll never be able to reimburse.
Oh!I do not talk about any magician
Nor do I talk about any fairy-tale,
I speak of the most wonderful creation of God
A mother,who will never assail.

The Nightmare

I looked up into the dark sky
Stars twinkled up so high
The moon shone brighter than ever
It all said a lot like never.
The stars that smiled at me
Sobbed today
The moon which talked to me
Had nothing to say.
Were all my chums up in the sky
Playing a prank with me?
The pole star looked pale today
Oh!How could it be?
The good dreams I had everyday
Seemed to appear like a nightmare today
I didn’t even realise I was asleep
Completely into my thoughts so deep.
Instead of stars
I saw million faces cry
“What are the cries about?” I asked
Said the moon,”Knowing everything you still doubt.”
The crying faces shouted at me
“What happened to the world?”One said
“I committed suicide, I am dead”.
The sky looked like a graveyard
For me to believe it was hard.
It seemed like millions of dead
Came out of their coffins
To change the world
And fight the sins.
“I am Lisa. I was murdered. ”
“I am Sophie. I was raped”
Closing my ears
At those miserable faces I gaped.
I shouted at the peak of my voice
“Stop it. Oh! Stop it. Oh!
Who all are you?
And where did my shining stars go?”
They all cried at me in unison
“We demand peace, harmony and love
For the people on earth.
For the old, for the young
For the ones who just took birth.
Go change the world.
Go give them peace.
To unlock a newer world
Go give them the keys.”
This was not just my dream
But of many such people like me
Go rush and open the lock of peace
With ‘happiness’ named key.

Where did the childhood go?


Where did the childhood go,
Over the years?
Faded into the advancement?
Or washed away by tears?

When a baby cried then
Was quiescented with trifles and trinkets,
When a baby cries now
Is shown videos,not snippets.

Where did going out and playing go?
Where did collecting pocket money disappear?
Where has the childhood gone?
Where is the nightwatchman’s fear?

Taking out pennies from piggy banks
Is that time no more?
Playing hide and seek
And hiding behind the doors.

Is life limited to a
Gadget in our hands?
Is life just wearing good clothes?
And running behind brands?

Where did the childhood go?
When children had chums to play with,
Every heart was pure
No filled with filth.

Cycling over long distances
In the clean air,
Where have the good times gone?
Lost under the development’s layer?

Climbing the trees
And talking to the leaves,
Playing in the burning summer
With rolled up sleeves.

The trees are cut;Where to climb now?
On the electric towers?
Wasn’t bathing in the rain
Better than the showers?

Let’s play the game
Of childhood again,
Let’s find the lost childhood again
Let’s make it fresh with the drops of rain.

Go Give Him A Hug!

A mother may cry
A father cannot
A mother might say if she is in pain
A father will not!
Why does he not?
For you who reads it now,
The only query I’ll take to God
‘Fathers tolerate all. How?’
He will always wear
A vest with holes
A single old sweater
Throughout the colds.
He won’t even spend
A penny over him
But won’t say a word for
Daughter’s education or son’s gym.
He will provide you
With all comforts he didn’t get
With money,with jewels
You cannot clear the debt.
He will always wear his old shoes
But will know what you need
He’ll work being sick
To his health he’ll never pay heed.
When you see his hair
Turning black to gray
Do not say he is old
He still loves you each day.
A mother may complain about her needs
A father does not.
A mother may cry if you leave her
A father will not!
He’ll die every moment
Without his kid
Go give him a hug
For all he did!

The Great Indian Mythology

Indian Mythology ingrains
Into the minds of all,
It brings luck to you
If a lizard on your head crawls.

Of course, it is the fault of the silly little cat
That it passed just in front of you,
Not only this
Step-by-step many fatuous things grew.

“Yonder is the black cat”
Said the man and turned the car,
And then he realised it was Thursday
And he had used soap during his shower.

Are all pious days,
You can’t trim your nails and wash your hair
The Great Indian Mythology says.

Swearing in India
Is a death game.
Falsehood is deadly,
The liar is to blame.

Brahmins can’t eat flesh
It is a ‘SIN’,
Sikhs can’t get their hair cut
Judgement is made by the colour of the skin.

Moving your feet to and fro
Brings you bad luck,
Oh!When will this end?
And when will we clear the muck?

If the flip-flops and shoes not in place
Bring miseries,
You’re going to have a fight
If you clink the keys.

Sneezing creates mayhem,
It is a crime,
A little thing can protect you and you know what it is?
Chillies and a lime.

Feh!Let’s stop being asinine,
Let’s stop being superstitious,
Let’s be pragmatic,
Small things are not malicious.

What Has Happened To Us?

It is so easy for all of us
To rip open food packets and eat,
Go ask the sweepers
How difficult it is to tolerate the heat.

We get plenty of nothing
Throwing waste out of the car,
If it were in our hands
We’d even spread filth and muck on Mars.

Spitting tobacco and paan all around
Oh! That brings ‘SWAG’,
Don’t you hear the screams of the sick?
Or are those muffled by gags?

We don’t even need to paint the walls
Argh!They are already so red,
Atleast protect the heritage
And memorials of the great who are dead.

Our homes are so clean
But the nature has so much muck,
We do nothing for it
Except saying,”Yuck”.

Eh!When will human change?
When the sun turns blue?
Pff! When will we understand?
When the sky changes it’s hue?

When some hit the books
Some pick the scrap,
When some hit the sack
Some relapse.

Oh,Human!Show some mercy
To the world where you live,
The nature does not need
The unwanted things you give!