Let go..

Against the shining sun
Love notes and photos

Folded legs and letters
written with red inks of desire

Deferring lives and daily dreams

Sticks and stones and
silly little quips

Against the shining sun
While it lasts, laugh. Let go..

God save the Stream

It does not take much effort to go on with our lives without having to care about what we avoid. One such example which proves the above statement is the terrible condition of the river flowing beside the Tura Bazaar. One will find every type of non-biodegradable waste, piles of garbage, discarded cartons. Thermocol plates lie stubborn, wedged between the rocks are discarded cartons or plastic and polythene is found clogged at the sides. The population of Tura don’t seem to care and nor does the local government. In this age of inconsideration and insensitivity, we are speeding towards achieving the destruction of the very system which sustains us. We are reckless and no matter how educated we are, old habits just won’t die.

Sunday

I see the end and it is imminent
Identity or the lack of it is the persistent
reason

It wasn't violent or peaceful
but sad, as one of us leaves
never to return
and remain only as
a memory

fading,

B. Ed classes

 क्लास के शुरू  होने के बाद 
क्लास में घुसने से पहले
कुछ देर फ़ोन पे बतियाते हैं हम

क्लास मैं घुसने के बाद
पूरा वक़्त ऊंगते हैं हम

गांय हमारी माता
हमें कुछ नहीं आता

टीचर बनेंगे हम   

Mera des

यह जो देस है मेरा
स्वदेस है मेरा

लेकिन यहाँ पुकारने पर
कोई नहीं आता

नन्हे बच्चें गुल्लैल छोढ़ गोलियों
से खेल रहे हैं

नन्ही लड़कियां बड़े घरों मे
बर्तन धो रहीं हैं