Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Forgotten Words


In need of words
I see, the mother crying,
every time she looks at d garlanded picture of her son
I see, the wife shed tears,
every time she sees the empty chair on the dinning table
I see, the father put on a brave front,
every time he sees his son's motorcycle
I see, a colleague stop and look
at the empty chair in the room next to him
I see the hotel waiter shudder
each time he hears a loud voice
Then I see, politicians giving another public speech
Promising to punish the wrong doers
Then I see, an innocent man beaten up
only because he is a Muslim
Then I see neighbors that once lived as brothers,
now suspecting each other
We need leaders, not politicians
We need hope, not cynicism
We need unity, not communalism
We need lessons learnt, not blame spread around
We need a bright future, not desperation for survival
We need actions not words
                                                                                            by Niyati Sharma






Still Walking

Looking around the massacre
Blood all over
Plenty of flesh
around
Emotions and anger surrounds
Coz
Someone lost a daughter or a son
Or there family
Stain of blood will be
washed forever
Wish memories too
Stain in heart will live until death
Memories will bring tears
Here no government can help
Coz
Money doesn't give some one special lost.



EXPLOSION !!!


Weapons speak louder then words
Louder then human emotions
And values
definition of humanity narrowing down to religion
to its lowest level
cultural de-fragmentation is all around
In the name of GOD, enmity surrounds


emotional hypocrisy on high,
Political weather is so dry ,
this the only hue n cry,
all human rights denied. 
                                                                by Niyati sharma and Chetan (natehC)
SiLeNcE of a Man………………..shhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Waves of emotion on top
tons of fear
mind sprinkled with fear
humanity is lost, men are silent
when another man slaughtered in front of them
why?????
humidity of hate is precipitating in everyone
men is ready to slice; weapons replaced holy scripts,
humanity on plight.
no one is right but ready to fight
men in uniform bribed
every religion forming a hive
judicial system on political jive
humanity no where alive. 


AgOnY

Looking with agony and pain
at the deserted Moore land, still the hope of new crop is still alive
somewhere in the heart,


looking at those sleeping kids
fear of hunger is still alive.
land has turned into a Moore and well into a bog with mosquitoes.


now time has come to repay the loan, not single penny in hand,
Fear of loosing land is turning into trauma,
darkness prevailing around, no alternatives left any more,
except END THE LIFE ONLY WAY IS TO COMMIT SUICIDE.


Music of violencE
Suspicion in every EYE,
TRUTH no where,
UNDERSTANDING lost,
mind jolted with CORRUPTED thoughts.
charring the society,
Burning the buses,
SLAUGHTERING innocent people,
leaving TEARS and TRAUMA in every eye,
and Kids in orphanage,
RAPE victims in asylum of stigma.
so many hopes shine down,
with combo of broken dreams,
All this for sake of a religion??
We Vote


We vote, you vote,
All of us vote
And become a political scapegoat.
We dance you dance
All of us dance
On tune of demo-crazy,
We sing, you sing
Songs of demo-crazy,
Let us vote and give country in hands of bunch crooks.
We need development, you need development
All of us want development,
On the name of vote,
They kill, they kill you
All come here to kill ,
To get pocket full of bill
And make huge money at this will
That’s we call democracy oppss demo -crazy