Wailing Roads...

ना इबादतें ना खुदा रहा !
मैं द्रेचय यार लाचार हूँ!!

It was my Child and I would never see him again is a wailing mother in an industrial town of India called Ludhina, People are known for their lavish lifestyle and trading abilities। Migrants from all around India flock this town with a dream of two time food, clothes and shoes, Poor people small dreams......... but this is what makes them happy....... dreams are dreams small or large are based on our greed and lust and compassion.

Rajni and Ram Khilawan HAD a seven month baby, since both mother and father work as laborers on the roadside to repave the roads in scorching heat in middle of the congested Ludhina town, for the wealthy and their expansive cars, they had no provision for child care or can’t pay for it, so they always take their child with them, today mother fed the seven month old prince of her dreams and sang a lullaby to him, she was aware that she needs to work and the supervisor was checking the clock, she kissed hugged sang and put her son to sleep, to protect him from sun she made little tiny cloth tent over him and went to work, it was after couple of hours she did not hear any cry and she thought, he is sleeping so well today, being mother she went to check on him and found that the little tiny tent was on him, she went running to take it off him so he does not suffocate, but what she found was crushed body of her little angel, some one had driven over him and he was lying in peace for ever, never to wake up never to cry, would never ask for more milk and would never walk in this cruel town again.
As mother started wailing people stopped to see what happen and they started telling each other ohhh… nothing, someone crushed laborers child and went on to their daily routine, as it was nothing unusual .... not an important life, as if he was not a human being, or the tears rolling down the eyes of Ram Khilwan and Rajni mean nothing. "Poor get their share of grief and misery in double dose here."Many among the spectators were the people who believe in free advise but won't do anything to make a change, their comment were salt on the wound “ They should take care of their babies, they birth so many that they can’t keep count” they made comments without knowing that this was the only child this poor couple had. No sympathy and no one was willing to hug them or do something for them, police too was asking if they saw the vehicle which crushed the baby? Police is always helpless in India, they are bonded slaves to politicians by choice then they are committed to their job of protecting masses.
People kept looking and walking away and the couple kept crying bitterly, father would take cloth from the child to see him again and again and kept banging his head to the road, what he lost was so valuable that the wealth of whole world would never replace it. But they will get up and go to work otherwise they will have nothing to feed themselves, A dream for food, clothing and shelter brought them to this town of rich and famous, but a town which has lost all human values, the government which has no desire to protect the lives of these innocent babies, the nation which boosts to be the human and compassionate can’t afford to provide mother some financial help so she does not have to work on the road side with her son sleeping on the road. A nation where some women wear jewelry worth hundreds of thousands, while others yearn for a loaf of bread. A nation where some hotel rooms cost more a night then a laborer earns for the whole year.
Tomorrow will be a new day in town and no one would remember today except Rajni and Ram Khilawan, they will live with this wound for rest of their lives while this town of rich and famous would keep moving towards coldness and aloofness।

Wood for Fire

मैं चुनता रहा लकडियाँ बर दोपहर, सोचता बी रहा गेलीं हैं बोहुत !

किया करून गा जलाऊँ गा कैसे औन्हय डोंड पांव गा माचिस की डेब्या कहाँ !!

कोन दे गा आतिश का सामान मुजे कोन समजे गा इस दिल की लाचारियन !

मांग लों गा औधारी मैं इक बार फिर, उन की मुस्कान की खातर जैय्ज़ है सब!!

बचे भूखे हैं घर मैं दाना नही, कब उगे गा गरीबों के घर मैं अनाज !

क्या करून गा मैं लकडइया धोंड किया चदाऊँ चूले पे इस बार मैं !!

सौचता मैं रहा किया करून किया खुदा, लाओं गा मैं पकाने को सामान किया!

मैं सौचता ही रहा की सुबह हो गई, आज की रात अन्खून मैं फिर काट दी !!

A walk down Memory Lane

जीवन क्या है, इक दोओर हवा का बड जाय छु कर के!

रह जाइन गी बस यादें और उन यादूँ की सरगम!!

कैसे कैसे लोग मिले और कैसी कैसी खूशियन !

बस ढूँढे गे उन यदून मैं तुम को और वो दुन्या !!

बीत गिए हैं कइतने मौसम और मौसम की रंजश !

डूंडा जिस को कोने कोने पाया दिल मैं हसरत बन कई!

कुछ दोंद्ले सी यादें औस की कुछ दुन्द्ले अफसाने!

लाख बूलाओं जिन किसोन को वो दिल मैं घर कर जायं