ADVENTURES OF MY PEN

Life Like A Drain

Life as you call it, drain it is

Bright as u wish to see it, dark it is.

Sinking, sinking and sinking down

Perpetual it is, with no hope around.

It drills and drains me all the time

Don’t know why it haunts me all the time.

Had started with hope of something beautiful will happen

But dooming it is, down the line with full of mayhem.

In center I am, of a dense maelstrom

With no sight of light in the dark storm.

Fighting I was till now, all my way since inception

But now the nerves are giving up, cursing the very baptization.

All seem to be hunters except me, shooting arrows with such proficiency

Some are my own people and others any ways are always in urgency.

Pain of the arrows is eating me, tearing apart my flesh

Don’t talk of soul, so bored she is, thinking to start everything afresh.

She thinks of leaving me and my residual flesh stands up to give the way

Sometimes I do ponder, why me, why me only am not having any say.

Am I at fault or this damn world is not fit for me

Am I at fault or this damn world is not fit for me

Not able to resolve this only riddle…help me..help me...

----Sheetal Bhat----2nd Oct 08----

Adventures of my pen

 
Bleeding INDUS

Up above the roads, lies the heaven with snow and water all around,

Indus rushes down screaming all along.

Down there are the popular trees, all spellbound.

Crossing through the deodars, it rushes into the valley,

Running away from the defending barracks, it leaves the valley.

It pains my heart, as she leaves me so soon,

Gone are the days, when the whole course used to be my own.

The pain could be less, if the color would have been white,

But alas, it is dark red, all around.

Gone are the days, when the whole course used to be my own.

Heartrending were the scenes of blood getting splashed,

Staining my darling and making her polluted.

Traitors were roaming all around, staring and stabbing my mother

Everyday experiencing a naked dance of horror.

Words had got replaced by bullets of the gun,

Gone are the days, when the whole course used to be my own.

Today again,

Betrayal towards the mother is at its peak,

Even the so called justice holders are reversing their fleet.

Blunt knives are being used to inflict pain even to the remaining portion

Gone are the days, when the whole course used to be my own.

Enough is enough, stand up and face the traitors

Take away their knives and knock them down.

Gone are the days, when the whole course used to be my own.

We will fight the infidels and build the original Sindhu again,

Without worrying for our lives, let’s take some pain and strive for this pious gain.

There will be a day again, when the whole course will be our own.

There will be a day again, when the whole course will be our own.

Let’s build AKHAND BHARAT with a true AKHAND JYOTI

Sheetal Bhat 2^nd Jan, 2010

Silent cries of a REFUGEE

उस मिटटी को छोड़ रहा था
 
उस मिटटी को छोड़ रहा था,जान बचा कर भाग रहा था,
चलता रहता थम थम के वो,
पोटली टटोले रुक रुक के वो,
अंदर आंसू बहा रहा था,उस मिटटी को छोड़ रहा था,जान बचा कर भाग रहा था|
 
माँ की सांसें फूल गई, बच्चा थक कर रोने लगा,
बाप को सहारा देने वाला, घुटने का बल गिरने लगा,
लहू रीस रीस गीर रहा था,उस मिटटी को छोड़ रहा था,जान बचा कर भाग रहा था|

रिश्ते नाते सब टूट गए, मौत का ऐसा तांडव था,
शौक का भी समय नहीं,इतना लाचार वोह मानव था,
अश्कों का बहाव रुक सा रहा था,उस मिटटी को छोड़ रहा था,जान बचा कर भाग रहा था|

वो पीली पीली सरसों थे, जीसका घम कुछ ज्यादा था,
पैरों से उसे रौंदना, वैसे कहाँ का न्याय था,
जलता खेत पुकार रहा था,उस मिटटी को छोड़ रहा था,जान बचा कर भाग रहा था|

रह रह कर बदले के लीये कदम वो पलटता,
पर तबी उसे गिरती माँ और रोता बच्चा नज़र आता,
आखिर मातम का कैसा अनोखा था माहौल ये,
बर्बादी का एक ऐसा था बीगुल ये,
Hindu होने की वो कीमत चूका रहा था,उस मिटटी को छोड़ रहा था,जान बचा कर भाग रहा था, 
उस मिटटी को छोड़ रहा था, जान बचा कर भाग रहा था||

---------A refugee ------