Category Archives: Poetry

Pointing to myself

I can press like on one
and retweet another
with ease;

practising my likes & retweets
requires grit and strength
that I am still trying to gather;

tired of pointing out
everything that’s wrong with the world
and realise

that I’m complicit to what I point…

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ego-phant


I stand tall
Atop shoulders
Of giants.

I see far
I see wide
But alas a shame…

I miss the elephant in the room!

A prayer to the lord
Whom I haven’t seen
Nay a prayer to myself

Far & wide ain’t enough
Look within,
break the blindness

Of power,
of ego
…the elephant appears.

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Tukde Tukde hum nahin, tumhara tootna mumkin hai

टुकड़े टुकड़े हम नहीं, तुम्हारा टूटना मुमकिन है
– उमेश श्रिनिवसन

यह जो बैर के पहाड़ खड़े किए हैं तुमने
सोचा होगा के हैं हिमालय से भी बुलंद
हम नहीं जियेंगे इनके साए में
नफ़रत के टुकड़े कर देंगे

टुकड़े टुकड़े हम नहीं, तुम्हारा टूटना मुमकिन है

जाओ रेंगते उसी गुफाह में
जहाँ से साँप बनकर निकले हो
तुम्हारा ज़हेर ना होगा हमसे हज़म
आतंकवाद के टुकड़े कर देंगे

टुकड़े टुकड़े हम नहीं, तुम्हारा टूटना मुमकिन है

खून बहाया, मौत भी बाँटा
अब खामोशी में बर्दाश्त नहीं
ना होगा ख़त्म हमारे खून का कोष
भेदभाव के टुकड़े कर देंगे

यह टुकड़े टुकड़े हम नहीं, तुम्हारा टूटना मुमकिन है

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We’re not scared, not cowed…

Further to the lovely poetry and music that the recent protests across the country have been producing (see my recent post on Madara’s Tukde Tukde Kaun?), here’s two more that we ought to celebrate. The first one is (possibly) by Vishal Bharadwaj that he recited at the Carter Road protests at Bandra (Mumbai), that apparently also had several hundred Bollywood/TV personalities. And the second one further below is Sarfaroshi ki Tamanna by the poet Bismil Azimabadi, popularised in the Indian freedom struggle by another fellow Bismil, Ram Prasad Bismil. Both translations are by Umesh Srinivasan (email).

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An anthem for the times: Madara’s Tukde Tukde gang

Nothing like music to communicate the anger and passion which sparks within. As the year winds down and the anger runs high, hip-hop artist Rahul Negi, who raps under the name Madara has released what I think will find a huge following among the political churning ongoing among several young people in the country. The rap communicates what has been said in many ways in the last months to year: that a manipulative, divisive and malicious narrative of pitting people against one another will eventually be exposed for what it is.

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