Friday, 21 April 2017

Being Human

BEING HUMAN.

An Empty riverbed is like a carnivore’s maw
Waiting to gulp the sky or the first bird to fall in its womb…
This is where all human forms of inequalities stand unmasked, waterless, shamefully…
& There,
He sits alone,
Looking inwards,
At a gaping hole inside his stomach
It’s almost like his barren land, filled with dried up desires and cracked up dreams with no sign of crop or hope!
The sheer emptiness Mirrors the riverbed’s hunger

Echoes of his family wailing, carrying their cross of invalid existence oozes up to the brim of his humility,
There,
He loses his sense of faith, of his religion, and his dignity
At the intersection of India’s neglected reality…
Many lives lose their worth…

Naked & Famished like a helpless wasp
He has no choice but to think
Of biting a piece of death...
And so he falls
Into the abyss with a certain finality and vengeance promising himself never to come back…
Neither as a crop or as a drop of hope!

This happens frequently Just about few hundred kilometers away, from an indifferent civilization mired in progress and probabilities of becoming a super power state!! Wearing t-shirts with a certain élan over the charade of “BEING HUMAN”!

Approximately 63000 farmers have committed suicide in the state of Maharashtra due to drought situation. Not only does the situation become worse in drought, it weakens due to excessive flooding during rains too! The one who suffers most is the poor landless farmer.

Wrote this after hearing Mr. P. Sainath at a recent writer’s conference.

@5th August 2016 Nirav Vaidya.

Friday, 2 October 2015

A violent man!

From
Nirav vaidya 


He is a violent man

Shards of broken,
innocent screams
disillusioned dreams
Oozing from dead corpse
Uprooted, stateless,clueless,
In their identities,
Smeared with his blood, and anguish
A+ve viscous trait!
Of 
A seedless man.

He is a violent man
Says the guy,

The city trembles
As he hangs his guilt
On the rusty hooks 
of decaying human values
And departs from his soul
A treacherous troll
On the move 
To find a purpose
He kills;
nonchalantly,
For his victims,
To quiver and groan.

He is a violent man
Present in Everyman
Of a city-piqued, at its own degenerating image...
Poke him,
Nudge him,
Dent his ego,
And he shall unleash his rage....

He is a violent man
A termite
Creeping Into every non violent thought...
Caged in his curse..
Blood thirsty 
Unapologetic
Pointed
Fervent 
A cold byte
In a contagious Internet age
He thrives wire free
He lures
A crook,
Who charms 
Through Facebook

He is a violent man

Shut the world
Stop the myth
Rip the right from the wrong
Find him there
Only
If you care! 

CWRIGHT @2015 

Nirav Vaidya