हम

बूंद बूंद पानी को तरस गए है हम
बेपरवाह रोड़े गए वो नदी है हम

एक उजड़ी बस्ती का घर के हम
वीराने में खड़े अकेले हैं अब हम 

न किसी का रूह न किसी की परछाई है हम
बस एक टूटे सपने का सारांश है हम

Twisted Sense of Manhood 2

All the candle marches
All the night vigils
All the solidarity
All the fights against hipocracy

What was all that for?

Laws were made laws were kept
Women are still a commodity on the bed
Leaders have come, leaders have changed
Women will be safe, Safety never came.

What was all that for?

The khaps still have a last say
Those fathers still have a last say
Men are in wait for their next prey
Ripping and tearing, night or day.

What was all that for?

Love is still a crime
A crime paid for by rape
Rape has always been a crime
But the rule of Men is above the law they say

What was all that for?

We've marched, we've fought, we have raised our voice
We've cried, we've suffered, was it our choice?
Yet -
We were strong but out numbered, we held our poise
We persisted and held our fort, but our bodies next day - everytime you find

What was all that for?

हम ही आलम हम ही खुदा हैं
नियम और कानून, आगे हमारे सर झुकाए खड़ा है
हम हैं तो तुम्हारा वजूद है
हम न हो तोह तुम्हारा कौन है

Was it for all this?

It's a patriarchial society, with a twisted sense of manhood
Cops are men who subject us to degradation
We are blamed for something that was never our fault to begin with
Yet none ever come to trail and rarely see the noose

Twisted sense of manhood - they live out like rabbid dogs on the loose
Reign them in and execute them scoundrels

But when the Alpa himself is Rabbid
How then will the pack ever come to justice

Credits: Line picked up from a song by Indian Ocean

Pencil

I love writing with a pencil
It has a very raw feel to it

A sense of nostalgia
A sense of longing

I love the sound of scribbling
It takes me back to the old days

Days of loaded bags
Weeks of pending homework

I love the sight of graphite on virgin paper
Splattered across like art in progress

A pencil borrowed, lost mine
Takes you back into a treasured time

Scribbling on with a blunt nib
Incoherent yet making complete sense

I love writing with a pencil
It is an artifact which helps create history

Woh baat kaha

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