Kavita se Kranti ka ek asafal prayatn(feeling Mudi tonight)

Kya bataon kab mujhse kavita chhoot gayi
Roti ke chakkar mein tanhayi rooth gayi

Kavi mitron se milna tab kum hua
Mehfilon mein jana jab band hua

Bacha-kucha saali mohabbat loot gayi
Kya bataon kab mujhse kavita chhoot gayi

Kavita roothi, kalam phooti
Mohabbat ne duniya looti

Ab ye padh kar lag hi raha hoga aapko
Sar mein dard ho hi raha hoga aapko

Kalam meri thi laal, padey-padey bhagua ho gayi
Kya bataon kab mujhse kavita chhoot gayi

Phir ek mahashay gaddi pe baithey
Chaudi chhaati pe aise ainthey

Pahlaj aur Gajendra ko bhi bithaya
Kehtein hain bahuton ko marwaya
Nalanda se Amartya nikal aya

Sunaana tha sach magar keh kar jhooth gayi
Kya bataon kab mujhse kavita chhoot gayi

Aese mahaul mein kavita bhala kaun likhta bhai
Kavi mitron sang mil kar maine andolan kiya bhai

Do ko goli lagi, do paagal huey do ko jeevan raas na aya
Mohabbat gayi, roti gayi, kismat ne na saath nibhaya 

Sar mein dard toh ho hi raha hoga aapko
Ab ye padh kar lag hi raha hoga aapko

Kaise ghar mein ghus kar mujhe CBI koot gayi
Kya bataon kab mujhse kavita chhoot gayi

Ab ye aalam hai ki laptop pe sar patakta hoon
Apne ma-baap tak ko main ab khatakta hoon

Kya likhoon, kis par likhoon, kiske liye likhoon
Likhne se kya hoga, kavita main kyun likhoon

'Kavita khao, kavita pehno, kapde pe kavita likho
Jungle sab katenge ab, ab kapde pe hi kavita likho’

Jaate-jaate bhi saali dekar NaMo ka suit gayi
Kya bataon kab mujhse kavita chhoot gayi.

Apolitical Intellectuals

One day 

the apolitical intellectuals 

of my country
will be interrogated
by the simplest of our people.

They will be asked
what they did
when their nation
died out slowly,
like a sweet fire small and alone.

No one will ask them
about their dress,
their long siestas after lunch,
no one will want to know
about their sterile combats
with "the idea of the nothing"
no one will care
about their higher financial learning.

They won't be questioned
on Greek mythology, or
regarding their self-disgust
when someone within them
begins to die the coward's death.

They'll be asked nothing
about their absurd justifications,
born in the shadow of the total life.

On that day the simple men will come.

Those who had no place
in the books and poems
of the apolitical intellectuals,
but daily delivered
their bread and milk,
their tortillas and eggs,
those who drove their cars,
who cared for their dogs and gardens
and worked for them,
and they'll ask:

"What did you do when the poor suffered,
when tenderness and life burned out of them?"

Apolitical intellectuals of my sweet country,
you will not be able to answer.

A vulture of silence will eat your gut.

Your own misery will pick at your soul.

And you will be mute in your shame.

~ Otto Rene Castillo

Miss.

I still remember it, clear as day, When I first saw you, sitting in your garden next to your father. I was sitting next to mine. New neighbours, we had just dropped in to introduce ourselves. My father thought it was a good idea, since I had no friends in this new town and you were ‘around my age’. 

It was a beautiful, quiet evening. You didn’t say much, and I kept staring at your feet. I didn’t think much of them then, but we both know how they would become an obsession later.

Release Me - Oh Laura

I am the wilderness locked in a cage
I am a growing force you kept in place
I am a tree reaching for the sun
Please don't hold me down
Please don't hold me down

I am a rolling wave without the motion
A glass of water longing for the ocean
I am an asphalt flower breaking free but you keep stopping me

Release me
Release me

I am the rain that's coming down on you
That you shielded yourself from with a roof
I am the fire burning desperately but you're controlling me
Release me
Release me

Tere hath ki aaya Jatta?
Tavarikhan da ghatta
Be-ittefaqiyaan di tudi
Aa vekh ud di paiyyu.

Kasna paina tainu lak apna
Laambiyon aake na koi saambhna

Pagri sambhal jatta, oye...