Monday, June 28, 2010

Not A Poem- Not A Verse

Some words don't rhyme,
some lives too,
some stories are bereft
of the start
an end
like the hopes of some..

who cannnot but hope
and that too seems
utterly unreasonable.

This is not a poetry
but a conglomeration
of fears of tears and of hopes.

..For those,
who cannot breathe for the fear of being bombed,
who cannot see the blind eyes of the world at them,
who cannot laugh but at their own helplessness,
Who cannot live because death calls every few seconds.

..For those
who are already gone without names,
who raised there voices to be cut in between,
who believed and thus coudld not live,
who fought and lost as right always never wins.

..For those
who still believe that someone up there lives,
who still see the goodness in the various revolutions
and who do not fear being named by the powers of publicity.


Some words don't rhyme,
some lives too,
some stories are bereft
of the start
or an end
like the hopes of some..

But sometimes
sometimes if after everything
if you still believe
you can draw verses
which are free
and then you shall see

..free
rhymes with poetry..


PS-
To those who believe in resistance, who live between hope and impatience and have learned the perils of being reasonable.

..To those who understand enough to be afraid and yet retain their fury..

To people like Arundhati roy, Noam chomsky, Howard zinn, Edward Syed and to all those who came fought and went nameless..

Dedicated to all the tiny specks of goodness around us..

May God be with us..

No comments: