WO ZAAT GAREEBI HOTI HAI

Communal riots are not a novelty to India. History goes back in time...since when this thing is tearing our country's integrity and peace into rags. Whats the irony....the people just go barbarian....and the carnage engulfs men women and children....endlessly...on the pathetic grounds of the individual being of the mob's caste or not. Some friends wanted me to write on a social menace...and here i am...redefining the caste and creed of millions of homeless families in India.




Ek diwas ki baat kahoon mein,
Sunna bas tum dekar dhyaan.
Bharat tha sapne k jaisa,
Jahan tha vandan wahin azaan.

Kaala din ik esa aaya,
Laga gaya maathey par daag.
Rakta pipasu bann bethe sab,
Khud k ghar mein phoonk di aag.

Ek taraf the ram k sainik,
Dooji ore raheem k pyarey.
Apna maqsad bhool gaye sab,
Dahke dango k angaare.

Jinke saath tha bachpan beeta,
Khela sath mein sath badha.
Aaj unhi yaaron se sehma,
Kone me tha kavi khada.

Kahin door kuchh aur bhi dekha,
Maile kuchle prani chaar.
Bhayakrant panchhi ke jese,
Kaanp rahe the wo lachaar.

Kuchh bhakton ka rela aaya,
Jala gaye baba ka pyaar.
Chhota balak dekh raha tha
Najayaz vidhna ki maar.

Aa pahunche allah k bande,
Jeevan unke aage hara.
Bhaiya ko bhi leel gaye wo
Tod gaye…ik tha jo sahara.

Baal sulabh mann ro nahi paya..
Bas pahuncha amma k paas,
Mujhko meri zaat bata maa,
Kuchh se to bach paaun..kaash.

Hoth the kaahpe..bol the phoote,
Thaam liya bachhe ka haath.
Kya khaak hoon shayar..mene na sochi,
Us maa ne kehdi…esi baat.

Jaat paant ki nai paribhasaha,
Naye dard ki ik nai bhasha.
Sadharan si naari ban gai,
Ik pal ko saakshat nirasha.

JAB PAIT ME BHOOKH SATATI HAI..
AANKHEIN KHOON K AANSOO ROTI HAI..
HINDU MUSLIM KESE JAANE..
WO ZAAT GAREEBI HOTI HAI BETA….
WO ZAAT GAREEBI HOTI HAI.

Kavi man machla unn shabdo se..
Laga kaleja muhh ko aaya.
Waah re bharat..khoob rahi ye..
Kya tha socha..kahan tu laaya.

Wo maa thakkar shayad chup ho,
Bharat maan ab bhi roti hai..
Kaano me seesa ghol k bole…
WO ZAAT GAREEBI HOTI HAI..
WO ZAAT GAREEBI HOTI HAI……
WO ZAAT GAREEBI HOTI HAI..!!!!!!

सुनो ....हमें कहनी है इक बात !

SUNO....HAMEIN KEHNI HAI IK BAAT....!!

hansi-thitholi nahi hain karte..
bass thoda kehne se darte..
saaach kaha tha unn peeron ne..
bhay hai preet k saath..
SUNO....HAMEIN KEHNI HAI IK BAAT....!!

kehti ho..hum tum hain bairi..
ik hai raat ik bhari dupahri..
baat baat mein lad padte hain..
perr na chhodein haath...
SUNO....HAMEIN KEHNI HAI IK BAAT....!!

apne roop ka bhaaan nahi hai..
tinke jitna maaan nahi hai..
shyam saloni moorat joh k..
mein bisra gore gaat...
SUNO....HAMEIN KEHNI HAI IK BAAT....!!

baaton me muskaata bachpann..
aankhon me lehraata jeevan..
rooth jaao to saanjh suhaani...
hans do to parbhaat...
SUNO....HAMEIN KEHNI HAI IK BAAT....!!

jo bana pada..sab hai keh dala..
in hothon ka...khol do taala..
aur nahi...do bol suna doh..
samajh k bass khairaat...
SUNO....HAMEIN KEHNI HAI IK BAAT....!!

a question

Rang surkh gulaal ka…khoon ki laali se hai

Taqreer chain-o aman ki halkaan kyu hai?

Azaan ki paak sada cheekhon me hai lipti..

Aaj roti se sasti khuda jaan kyu hai?

Muskaan har chehre ki…..fareb me hai doobi

Kal ka gulzaar aashiyan veeran kyu hai ?

Seher is raat ki…jaane kab aayegi..

Yahan har shakhs hairan…pareshaan kyu hai ?

बेटी को पढने दो...!!

kamal ji ke ghar jana hua kisi din..
table per beth padhte hue babloo ko dekha..
hath me kitab copy liye padh raha tha..
kamal ji ka garv..har pal badh raha tha.

kahi kone me simti meena bhi dikhi..
aankh me aansoo..dil me ek kitaab ki pyaas..
per kyon mile usey..usey to paraye ghar jana..
maa baap ka maan to bas..bete babloo ko badhana.

samay beeta..hui shaadi dono bachho ki..
suna hai aaj babloo padhna chhodkar mill mazdoori ka mara hai..
sasural me meena ki aage padhne ki ichha ka kiya samman..
honhar wo ladki aaj sab ki aankho ka taara hai .

aaj bhi kisi din..jab kamal ji ka ghar jana hota hai..
kone me simti ek nahi..do moortiyan dikhti hain..
inhe aaj bhi meena ko na padhane ka ehsaas hai..
aankh me aansu...aur dil me.. ek beti ko padhane ki pyas hai...!!!

Our Legal system is such that a terrorist is treated royally and 2L is spent for each day whereas Sri Lankan Tamils were mercilessly killed without any thought from the government. DOes it mean Kasab is so great? Lives of those innocent people killed were of ZERO value to our Gov. Did anyone shed tears for the tender kids killed? GOD BLESS OUR LEGAL SYSTEM AND MERCILESS POLITICS. JAI HIND.

Rs. 31 crores spent for this fellow's security could have been spent for protecting innocent citizens of India. If Rajiv Gandhi's murderers are now getting degrees and are hoping to be released, then I see one day Kasab could become Prime Minister of India! To heck with Indian democracy!

THE UNCERTAIN ESCAPE- PART 2

So the situation went on heating and Einstein, for the sake of his amusement, kept mum. Suddenly the HIB speaker roared again...” ATTENTION, there is a recent evil fluctuation in…”
‘Holy devil…it’s pathetic...” complained Einstein, as he tried to lower its volume down.

“See gentlemen, both of you are so right, logically impeccable and flawless that none of you could be called as right as well as wrong.”

“What…NO! I want a result sir” Heisenberg yearned like a kid”, no need to mention, wearing the same cunning smile.

“OK see, the actual thing is that the hell is at a stable constant temperature. But in order for it to be endothermic or exothermic, the souls ought to move with a speed equal to that of light… for the energy mass conversion to take place. Heard of something like E=mc2…? “ Einstein spoke proudly.
“And the oriented motion of the souls will decide the temperature alteration effect. And a secret only few of the seniors know…that speed of light i.e. 3x108 m/s is also the escape velocity of the souls on hell. And...”

“Well is it? Really?” some one, for the first time, interrupted while the senior was speaking, and it was Heisenberg, “uhh... I have tried like a million of velocities for the past few days. Lets see”

His soul started shaking vigorously and before Gibbs and Einstein could figure out what was transpiring, Heisenberg’s soul had gained the required momentum…. Within a glimpse, he was out there, streaming towards the earth…with the same…dark smile.

Between the terrifying emergency alarms, both of them were now putting the pieces back…Heisenberg’s smile….the HIB news….and their foolishness.

The speaker had started screeching again, “there is an emergency…..” And both of them gasped together, “Heisenberg was too uncertain to predict”