Is baar nahin
December 1, 2008
Prasoon Joshi, the extremely talented poet, writer, ad-professional wrote the poetry below which is according to me a poignant, moving and encouraging work of art that is worth a million reads. Do yourselves a favour …Read It
Is baar nahin
Is baar jab woh choti si bachchi mere paas apni kharonch le kar aayegi
Main usey phoo phoo kar nahin behlaoonga
Panapney doonga uski tees ko
Is baar nahin
Is baar jab main chehron par dard likha dekhoonga
Nahin gaoonga geet peeda bhula dene wale
Dard ko risney doonga,utarney doonga andar gehrey
Is baar nahin
Is baar main na marham lagaoonga
Na hi uthaoonga rui ke phahey
Aur na hi kahoonga ki tum aankein band karlo,gardan udhar kar lo main dawa lagata hoon
Dekhney doonga sabko hum sabko khuley nangey ghaav
Is baar nahin
Is baar jab uljhaney dekhoonga,chatpatahat dekhoonga
Nahin daudoonga uljhee door lapetney
Uljhaney doonga jab tak ulajh sake
Is baar nahin
Is baar karm ka hawala de kar nahin uthaoonga auzaar
Nahin karoonga phir se ek nayee shuruaat
Nahin banoonga misaal ek karmyogi ki
Nahin aaney doonga zindagi ko aasani se patri par
Utarney doonga usey keechad main,tedhey medhey raston pe
Nahin sookhney doonga deewaron par laga khoon
Halka nahin padney doonga uska rang
Is baar nahin banney doonga usey itna laachaar
Ki paan ki peek aur khoon ka fark hi khatm ho jaye
Is baar nahin
Is baar ghawon ko dekhna hai
Gaur se
Thoda lambe wakt tak
Kuch faisley
Aur uskey baad hausley
Kahin toh shuruat karni hi hogi
Is baar yahi tay kiya hai
… Prasoon Joshi
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Sarvajeet Chandra | December 2, 2008 at 5:43 pm
A very moving poem. Wanted to share a poem I wrote.
The Fight of Our Lives, More or Less
(A moment of truth in the life of an ordinary Mumbaikar)
By Sarvajeet Chandra
Part 1: When less was less
Ruthless, drugged fidayeen gunmen
Senseless, the random massacre at CST
Motherless, two year child- Moshe
Comfortless, mother of a brave major
Powerless, the siege of a proud nation
Hopeless, the fabled city of dreams
Fatherless, the citizens of India
Shameless, complicity of our neighbour
Spineless, the self-seeking politician
Toothless, the civil security apparatus
Lifeless, the streets that never sleep
Dreamless, the empty nights of fear
Meaningless, facade of ‘Mumbai Spirit’
Pointless, to pretend full normalcy
Part 2: When less is more
Fearless, the army, the black cats
Selfless, policemen who fought with lathis
Relentless, demand for systemic change
Countless, candles on Marine Drive
Ageless, the concept of India
Limitless, what a billion people can do
Endless, the cries of Halla Bol
Mother of all battles, more or less
The fight to finish, more or less
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theasheffect | December 2, 2008 at 9:00 pm
Sarvajeet Chandra
u have written a very apt and able description of what happened in mumbai…very good. and thanx for sharing it……