let me die!

Words start to die,

 I don’t even try to steal a look at the fading pages,

I wander, litter and see the glitter there in my heart,

As it leads the way, I have nothing to say.

oh don't stop me in the midst its my day my last....

let the blaze come and let this chase end....
i see silver moon, the cool blue sky n quiet breeze caress my hair...
i am sure i know how to fly.
dont look at what lays dead n don't cry.
i am free as i always were but i never knew what i know now!!
let me hug what seems death!!!
let go of this last breath....
i live or die.
the sky will not stop being blue.
fish won't stop swimming,
the plant which i saw will not stop growing
even if i die it wont make any difference to this world of true lies!!!!

paintings by SARAH

ARTICLE

EK ASAFAL LEKHIKA AUR CHITRAKAR…MAIN...
YE SHABD NIRARTH HAI ….SIRF NIRARTH…..
MAIN ASAFAL HUN, MAIN HAAR GAYI HUN….ANANT QUDRAT KE AAGE
PEHLE MAIN BATAUNGI KI MAIN ASAFAL CHITRAKAR KAISE BANI?
MAINE DUNIYA DEKHI, BEPANAH KHOOBSOORAT NAZARE DEKHE, JANNAT DEKHI, DOZAKH DEKHI PAR WO SAB DEKHKAR MERE DIL ME JO JAZBAAT UTHE UNHE MAIN THEEK SE PAINTING PAR UTAAR NA SAKI, MAINE BANAYA TOH SAB KUCH PAR KUCH BHI NA BANA SAKI. MAIN NIHAYAT KHOOBSOORAT KUDRAT KE AAGE HAAR GAYI KYUKI USNE AISA KUCH NA CHODA JO MAIN SIRF MAIN BANA SAKTI THI, WHO TOH SAB KUCH HI BANA CHUKI THI PEHLE SE.
MAIN EK ASAFAL LEKHIKA BHI BANI KYUKI…….
JO SACCHE AHSAASAAT HOTE HAI SACCHE TAJURBE HOTE HAI UNHEIN KOI LAFZON MEIN BAYAN NAHI KAR SAKTA…JO LAFZ MAIN LIKHNA CHAHUN WO HAAR JATA HAI…. MERE AHSAAS KE AAGE….SAB NIRARTH HAI… MERI MAANO!
MAIN YUN TO HAAR MAAN CHUKI HUN LEKIN INSAAN HONE KE NAATE YE MERA DHARM HAI KI MAIN KOSHISH KARUN SO MAIN KARTI HUN LEKIN FIR BHI SAB KUCH NIRARTH PAATI HUN…….
AAKHIR MEIN JANAB IRRSHAD KAMIL KI PANKTIYA DOHRAUNGI….

“ JO BHI MAIN KEHNA CHAHUN… BARBAAD KARE ALFAAS MERE!”
AB DEKHIYE NAA SIRF AAKHIR KI EK LINE KEHNE KO MUJHE KITNA LIKHNA PADA HAI.

GENERAL CLASS - THE NEW MINORITY

‘RESERVATION’ that’s the hot trend today. In this cyber age if you don’t have a net identity, you don’t exist. You must have at least an e-mail account or rather a face book account to claim your existence. The next big thing which is in is claim for reservation. If you are not blocking railway routes like mad cows or not leading any ‘andolan’, or not joining any rallies or not troubling the public and the government with the slogans of ‘hamari maange poori karo’ or ‘hame hamaara haq do’. Then you aren’t happening and aware of your existence or rather your rights. Well the Gurjars have got their piece of cake in the reservation bakery and now the Jats are all set for it. You got to believe in your incapabiulities, your insecurities, your bad financial conditions even if they are not there, even if you come in zone of creamy layer. You have to discover your own potential to become a future minority and claim your own reservations. And those who think the other way will find themselves in the zone of minority sooner or later.

Lets think over it, general class (which can be defined as fully capable, having perfect mental and physical capabilities and hence devoid of any kind of favor let alone reservations) is unintentionally going to emerge as a minority as gradually Jats, Gurjars, ST, SC, OBC and other less privileged communities yet to be discovered will chalk out their part of reservations and the left out part, the general class will automatically become a new minority (without any reservations, obviously!)

How messy is that! Castes castes all around, religion and many religions everywhere! Humans are nowhere to be found. Can’t the creamy layer realize that they no more need the crutches of any reservation. When will we start believing in ourselves? India’s a young nation after all. We have to stop being parasites and start being vital and self dependents. That’s the rub!

                                                 

                                                                                                                                                 - Sarah

ONE DAY AT A TIME

IT REALLY PAINS TO LOOK BACK AND COUNT..
HOW MUCH TIME I HAVE SPENT AND
HOW MUCH I AM LEFT WITH...
AFTER SPENDING ALL THE TIME,
I HAVE REALISED ATLEAST THAT,
LIFE SHOULD BE LED,
'ONE DAY AT A TIME!',

I KNOW LIFE IS PERISHABLE
AND THAT MAKES THE PAST MORE CHERISHABLE,
THOUGH, I WILL LEAVE THE PEOPLE AND THE PLACES WHERE THEY WERE BUT.....
I HAVE TONNES TO TAKE ALONG WITH ME IN MY JOURNEY......

THE HANDS WHICH I NEVER HELD,
THE JOKES AT WHICH I NEVER LAUGHED,
THOSE EYES WHOSE TEARS I NEVER SHARED,

AND FINALLY.....
THE LESSON TO LIVE LIFE......
'ONE DAY AT A TIME!'

THE DUMB BIRD

THE EARTH LAYS UNMOVED,
WINDS STAY FREEZED,
PEOPLE HAVE STOPPED CHATTING,
THEY SAY,
THE DUMB BIRD HAS STARTED TALKING....

THE FLASHING FAKE LIGHTS OF PRETENTION ARE NOWHERE TO BE SEEN,
THE CUPS OF PREJUDICES ARE FULL BUT UNDRUNKED,
ANGELS OF TRUTH ARE HOWERING ALL AROUND,
THEY SAY,
THE DUMB BIRD HAS STARTED TALKING....

THEN COMES THE DAY LONG AWAITED,
BUT THE TRUTH CRASHES ALL HEARTS,
IT WAS THE MYTH THAT WE READ,
A FAKE LIGHT THAT WE LED,
BUT NOTHING CAN BE DONE NOW AS......
THE BIRD HAS BEEN KILLED,
THEY SAID.....
THE DUMB BIRD HAD STARTED TALKING.

Poem

THE PINHOLE LIGHT
I feel the breeze flowing in the stillness of this pinhole moonlight.
its the sparkle in the eye of my god that lays leisurously in the sky in the midnight.
don't ask me why but i can try the sstaircase of death just to reach the infinity where lies this pinlight, so quite, so cool, so serene!