Author Archives: Bhavi'🌻

I don’t want the food on my plate to get corrupted.
All the constraints of farmer’s exploitation have erupted!
The moral behind words like Jay Javan Jay Kisan has merely gone in vain; 
Why can’t they comprehend our green soldier’s intolerable pain?

In an agriculture-based country, food producers are on a hunger strike.
The number of dead farmers is unceasingly achieving a great hike!
From Rail Roko to Dilli Chalo, they have attempted several ways;
But the government has turned a deaf ear to all their says.

The farmers served us food and got latthis in return;
Delhi welcomed them with water cannons and tear gas, so stern!
Even after facing all this, they didn’t raise any unrest.
These misguided people are incredibly peaceful at their protest!

Government is trying to eliminate the middleman custom;
But the farmers know how indispensable they are for the agro system.
The minimum support price is what the definite salary of growers is.
Corporate cultivation’s consequences are just uncertainties!

The religion no more divides us, but our political opinions do.
Some are being called bhakts others are anti-nationally skewed.
Media is no more truth speaker but right-wing’s propagandist.
The people in power are just well masked and finely couched bandits.

The farm acts include everything except farmer’s consultation.
Creating a business out of agriculture will only lead to agrarian’s aggravation.
Rounds and rounds of discussions with the lawmakers but no solution;
It seems democracy is turning into monarchical administration!

These power-hungry people are just busy making money;
Want to leave farmers with nothing but corporate’s mercy.
The small farmers will get crushed under the giant capitalist’s foot.
Soon, this wave will turn all of us into soot!

The doomsday is here, and we are asked to pay back for our sins. 
Those bloodstains of innocents on our hands, it's time to rinse. 
The brutal autumn is going to root up many old debile trees. 
For the sake of the future, attempting to make the environment clean and pollution-free. 

We morons took the luxuries of fresh air and pure water for granted. 
Once this ecosphere nurtured us unconditionally, but now its anger has blasted. 
This season is likely to be God's plan, to clear out the clutter from the earth. 
Nothing much, just cooperating can make our lives worth!

Caged animals are happy to see the so-called liberal humans in the same pain. 
These dry days have come to teach all of us, the utter importance of rain. 
But don't you worry, mother nature wouldn't be too harsh on her children. 
No doubt, very soon she will forgive us for what we have done. 

Furious volcanoes will go silent, melting glaciers will freeze. 
This fatal poisonous air will become a pure, pleasing, perfumed breeze. 
To change our planet's blues into green, new leaves of harmony will grow. 
Today's depressing sunset is a promise of an enlightening sunrise for tomorrow! 

Little innocuous buds are delirious, to bloom into beautiful flowers of humanity. 
For the homecoming of peace, doves are practising welcome songs of love and serenity. 
Void of dark clouds, the clear sky will bring the new sun's first ray. 
It seems, the spring is on its way! 

Nirbhaya, Asifa, Priyanka, and many more names,
I pray to God, nobody ever gets this kind of fame.
They fought the monsters who are invisible in the daylight,
Because behind the naïve faces their evil souls hide!
 
Those who have been proven guilty are still alive,
With open eyes, the government is snubbing women’s safety strive.
Strong voices and prompting posters marching in a bunch,
All with an only question “are we asking for too much?”
 
The crime against women ensues often in the night but in the afternoon too.
Disgusting is that the infants and seniors are even attacked by such flu!
Mighty politicians when stuck in such lawsuits, acquires an easy bail;
Get proofs destroyed, witnesses murdered, our legal system fails!
 
Lakhs of screams have been silenced under the dust in the court.
Around their daughters, terrified parents have started creating a fort.
Setting boundaries and limits for girls for their so-called security;
Lastly saying “boys will be boys” society is mocking own self’s sanity!
 
Skirt, salwar, or saree, nothing is a safe attire to wear.
Objectifying the ‘female human beings’ is still considered fair.
Outside the judiciary houses, gathered are victims of such crunch,
All with an only question “are we asking for too much?”
 
These days everyone is carrying a mask and trustworthy are none.
Human disguised beasts play with innocent lives for little fun.
Many times the victim herself is blamed for the calamity;
The police, the lawyers, the people offensively does her character scrutiny!
 
Today standing alone, frightened and helpless on a dark motionless road;
Every minuscule noise even that of dry leaf I am trying hard to decode.
And thinking about the worst case scenario, I start running back to my hutch,
With an only question “am I asking for too much?”

Dead. I feel. Alive. I am. I exist. Unfortunately! 

The burden of life, aimless, is on my shoulders;
Muscular heart, behind the bars, feels like a boulder.
I am the sailor of the ship, who's lost amidst the ocean;
Confused is my mind between mixed emotions.

Beliefs and hopes no more provide directions. 
The positive view I had, is changing into negative perception!
Dreams have me falling from the peak of success, into the mud of failure;
My sharp vision and clear mission are becoming a foggy blur.

Strings inside me are so stretched, a pinch of pain more, they will break.
I roam around with a pretty broad smile, though fake!
My imagination is caged as its wings don't have the power to touch reality;
It's a bird which colours my dull world and idealises humanity!

Vigour and enthusiasm is something that my spirit lacks.
In search of purpose, I am giving my brain, deep cracks.
They tell me to do what I like to, be with who I love.
How to tell them, all I am left with is crow's heart, body of the dove!

“Existential Crisis is just a phase” kind comments I get,
Thinking it to be the last my mind get into arrest.
But!
But it's true, this darkness is just of an ephemeral night;
And everything will light up again by sun shine so bright… 

Flying, Flying, Flying, Tired Now. 
To take a few breathes please allow! 
The race is never gonna end, 
Scared! In front of others, how can I bend? 

Dreams, Expectations, Hopes, Others - Big Words.
Are fuel in the wings of me - a dying bird! 
The finishing line is set to be the horizon. 
Doubt! Would I be among those who complete this marathon? 

Success or Failure - Only Possible Conclusions.
In philosophy, they are commonly called illusions!
Cause it's not about how you end, 
It's about what you did before the end. 

Every morning I start, till night I reach the moon miles apart. 
In the way, I watch million stars making constellations - a splendid art! 
A thought overwhelms me, ‘Why Do I Fly?’
From morn to eve, birth to death; measuring the unmeasurable sky… 

“I Quit” - easy to say difficult to do. 
Because ‘I’ always sacrifice for ‘You!’
Flying, Flying, Flying, Tired Now. 
To chase ‘My Dreams’, please allow! 

The strongest of hands makes most fragile things,
That maybe sand castles, earthen pots or guitar strings.
They create the most stunning and pleasing articles,
We only see the outcome but not overcame obstacles.

It is said hard work pays off but not in their case.
Even after putting lots of efforts, financial crisis, they have to face.
We bargain with them just for a little amount of money;
Calling them cheaters, we never understand their agony!

They don’t work for luxuries or buying useless expensive material.
They work for filling stomachs and having single apparel.
Their children, ruining childhood, busy helping parents;
From working at tea stalls to construction sites, adopting different errands!

Their ancestors have lived in poverty and descendants will.
This way generations and generations, cancer of poverty will kill!
Fake promises and pretentious condolences come as hope every five years.
Weak shoulders bend a little more being heavyweight bearers!

They too are humans but are detained from human rights;
To abolish the darkness of our world, they sacrifice their lights.
The smile on your face that the glass bangles brings.
The strongest of hands makes most fragile things!

I am walking on a road which leads nowhere.
Just like an unceasingly flying bird, on the horizon, I stare.
The end of the road, the destiny is not in my sight,
In search of it, I keep walking lit day and dark night.

Though I am tired and my legs are paining,
I don’t sit for a while may it be scorching heat or raining.
As for it, I have crossed seven seas, dense forests and high hills;
Destiny’s ignorance towards me kills!

I remember the day when I left my home,
At that time, I didn’t value the always protecting dome.
Those comforting four walls seemed barriers to me.
Now I know the disquiets of a wanderer, to be.

I am not lost I know this, but I am in the middle of the ocean;
From where, for every direction, I have same emotion.
Move ahead or step behind are the only options.
But staying still is not on the list of things for adoption!

Maybe the destiny is the end of me but not of the road.
It is merely an axis around which, is based my life’s ode.
With eyes wide open into the boundless vacant space, I glare.
I am walking on a road which leads nowhere!

To fight death, one has to live.
Above all the inevitable fears, one has to believe.
Hope is the most, powerful weapon against the death.
It has the ability even to change the fate!
 
But why to fight death, it is not evil.
It comes, from the brutal life, for our retrieval!
Just like a demon, it will consume you.
A bitter truth it is understood by very few.
 
Its arrival never takes a hold, on us but acquit.
Sometimes it comes on its own sometimes we call it.
Mostly it is painful, not for us, but for others.
It’s a onetime event, following which nothing bothers!
 
Death isn’t a problem to fight but a solution.
It’s not the end of life but the living’s resolution!
Life is a journey, but death is the home.
Life is just four walls, but death is the dome.
 
Life always asks us to change to fit into its expectation.
But death accepts us the way we are by execution.
It loves us wholeheartedly that it waits so long;
It’s, so beautiful still, we sing life's song!

Sometimes it seems the universe wants to be noticed!
It wants to grab our attention and show life’s motive.
The birds flying covering vast sky through tiny wings.
After autumn's departure, there is always arrival of spring!

But we humans are so busy flaunting material things,
That we never discern the happiness nature brings.
We see the sun at morning and the moon at night.
So idiotic of us that we call, beautiful the moon's fake light!
 
We are so selfish that we wish when a star shoots;
Feel the pain of moon losing a friend, just step into his boots!
We pluck flowers to gift them to our loved one.
All the struggles and hard work of plant to grow that beauty, we shun!
 
Hunting the animals, for skin for horns for teeth.
Stop cutting trees you morons, or it will be difficult even to breathe.
We cage the birds, breaking their wings and teaching them to walk.
Being proud of our foolishness and calling it wisdom's talk!
 
We look at this universe through our naked eyes but never observed,
That how much it serves us and asks nothing but to be preserved.
Just one step of ours can bring a big change.
All the chaos we have created let's try to rearrange!

Use a hashtag, and it will become a revolution.
Tweet about an issue, and it will be considered its solution.
Posting poor people’s photos on Facebook will abolish poverty.
Amateurish on Quora are satisfying others curiosity.
 
This is what is happening right now in our country.
Fourteen-year-olds talking like sixty’s bluntly!
People are copiously using their right to speak,
It has become a trend of everywhere putting the beak.
 
Social networks have become an addiction to everyone,
Where discussions, by pseudo activists on social issues are done.
Casteism, feminism, and communalism are what they talk about!
Government and politics are their all-time clout.
 
Nobody is ready to bring a true reform in the nation!
Everyone is busy criticizing others in Insta’s caption.
It’s indispensable maintaining a snap chat streak.
In reality, no one has time to lend an ear to someone’s shriek.
 
Comments they give for publicity stunts which are pablum.
No genuine solution, for today’s enormous problems.
The influence of internet is dancing over our head,
Because of technology we all have become living dead!