Mortal Justice

rapists are being freed from the jail
life imprisonment getting decreased to just 'fine'
judges have forgot the justice that shelters them
and the lady of justice is slowly losing her powers

the survivors are being detained for protesting
the rapists belongs to a powerful house,
who holds the key of the nation and they are
busy sheltering the one who should rot in a cell

justice is now just a mortal concept
it can no longer protect the interests of people
the forces that are commanded by her in sacred court
now gives more power to the rapists

अरावली की बात

आओ करें अरावली की बात,
करोड़ों साल पुरानी इस पर्वत श्रृंखला की।
जहाँ से कई नदियों का उद्गम हुआ है,
वहाँ आज इसे तोड़ने की तैयारी है।
सुप्रीम न्यायालय ने ये ज़िद ठानी है,
अरबपतियों की झोली जो भरनी है।

आज वो रेडियो चुपचाप पड़ा है,
जिस पर राजा आकर दो शब्द बोलता था-
कि वो विकास करेगा, सबको नौकरी देगा।
पर उसने भी एक ज़िद ठानी है,
अरावली को तोड़कर,
अरबपतियों की झोली जो भरनी है।

कहाँ गया वो सम्मान उस माँ का,
जिसके नाम पर योजना चलती है?
कभी गंगा का नाम लेकर वोट माँगे,
तो कभी दूसरे देश में जाकर पेड़ लगाए।
इस राजा ने ज़िद ये ठानी है,
अरबपतियों की झोली जो भरनी है।

क्या होगा उन जन जीवो का,
जिन्होंने इस जगह को जाना है,
और वो कहीं नहीं जा सकते—
बस यहीं उनका बसेरा है।
पर सुप्रीम न्यायालय ने ये ज़िद ठानी है,
अरबपतियों की झोली जो भरनी है।

शासन हो या न्यायालय,
देश से बड़ा कोई भी नहीं।
बात नहीं ये किसी के सम्मान की,
हमारा भविष्य अंधकार से भरा है।
जिद इन्हे अपनी छोड़नी है,
क्योंकि जंगल माँगते आजादी।

Her Body, The Battleground

she screamed into the camera

and became a voice of millions

someone called her a child of wealth

while someone called her fury fake

it all came from the mouth of an ill man

who would sit on his porch, almost at the death door

for how long should a fool ignore, the capitalism and greed?

he lost his shame when he started talking about her body

can a woman do something without being sexualized?

she sailed through the ocean to confess her anger

maybe the world needs more angry women

since a men can only talk about sex

when the floodwater rises, so does his fists

when the drought hits, his anger reaches peak

he needs someone weak to prove he is still a man

thus hiding violence under cover of crisis

Colonial Hunger

they fight with their bows and arrows

while facing the one standing with a gun

they fight with giants millionth times their size

in terms of wealth, they're richer than old pharaohs

they fight with the monsters lurking towards their land

to claim it as theirs but they weren't even born there

they set the stage and talk about love

while their hunters hunt the indigenous

The Great Collapse

children dying in the global south

we cannot drink oil and gas

coral reefs are dying in the ocean

we cannot eat coal and live

species are facing extinction

he keeps filling his vaults while 

children starve from hunger

and diseases spreading like wildfire

this poet finds it preposterous

why should i be afraid of the one in wrong?

to say out loud their names-

the one in power and the one pulling the strings,

its a game of power and money- 

an endless hunger of greed,

ecosystems collapsing

forests in fire, cracks in the land,

oceans are toxic and storms wrecking havoc

and the cost is the humanity that we must preserve

our own kind keep pushing their agenda, calling this crisis a hoax

people are dying across the globe

we cannot survive from eating coal

Not a Hoax

"the oceans are becoming more salty

our planet is turning into a complete gas chamber"-

to someone i sound like i am a case of immediate help

who needs serious knowledge on what a religious text has to say

you see the more the merrier is not the right saying

when it is breaking the natural balance

oceans are turning salty, trapping more devilish gases

coral reefs are dying that harbors most of marine life

climate change is as real as the death and not a hoax

its real as houses burning down from forest fire

its real as your world getting flood by floodwater

or rising sea levels that will soon reach your door 

The Political Circus

there is a clown in every political house

he who denies the climate crisis

and calls it a "hoax"

there is a clown in every political house

presenting his circus show

to please his own kind

there is a clown in every political house

who loves to be at balls and parties

thus betraying his own nation

Helpless in Crisis

in one dream this poet saw a horrific scene

where i was sitting on top of the house

and yet water had reached that high

submerging everything in its way

in the same dream,

i saw a child getting washed away

while his mother screaming for help, ready to jump

to rescue but is held back by others

this poet tried to jump

but my hands were tied in a chain

as i helplessly watched with tears in my eyes

i saw the child drown to the river bed

Defenders

they flooded the towns with screams

that was louder than voice of their leaders

they flooded the towns with their signboards

calling out for help in the global south

the indigenous living deep in the forests

fighting everyday with a giant

with force so brutal that breaks their legs

but they still stand up and protect the land

the rich continues to get richer

while poor is forced to eat the mud

someone has gold shining across the neck

while someone's eyes shine with sparkling stones

Mother and Child: Part-II

the little child with innocence in his eyes

trying to calm his mother down

as tears keep rolling down her eyes

he continues his search for food in the mud

he did found something he could share

but its just one rotten potato covered in soil

its crazy how he has to live with this

when he has barely spent half a decade on earth

the one with money flying in his private jets

throws his food away like its a trash

while the same child walks miles

with his mother in search of same trash

Mother and Child: Part-I

she kept on trying to calm her child down

crossing the floodwaters to reach the shore

while she held him high above her head

she almost drowned in that raging flow of water

she kept on trying to calm her child down

keeping her hopes high for the sake of child

to see him live a future she knows is not protected

but must give him one at the cost of her own life

Aftermath: Part-III

families searching for their loved ones

after the mud has settled to the ground

and water is flowing at normal pace

but all that left are the little memories

in forms of clothing, pearls or

in their decayed form as a skeleton

Aftermath: Part-II

they all witnessed the horror with their eyes

while this poet was horrified from what i saw on tv

families stuck between the flood water, holding each other close

gets thrown off from the height like a rock falling from a waterfall

how can that one fool sleep at night after watching this?

just a little message from him into local newspaper

and the story settles to the ground, never rising again

until more atrocious scenes baffles the mankind

Aftermath: Part-I

the town that once sat in the foothills

one night felt the terror of nature

someone was dancing with their lover

while someone was having dinner

and someone was playing with their kids

it all came down like the ruins of an empire

the rocks started to destroy the homes

then the water that followed swept away everything

Little Fuckers

there is no one this poet hate more than

those little fuckers with power in their hand

who would do nothing but sit back and watch

as the world continues to burn in the fire

there is no one this poet hate more than

those little fuckers with hands full of money

who sold their soul to build the empires

that run on the back of the poorest

there is no one this poet hate more than 

those little fuckers who have everything

but choose the silence as a way to escape

while the planet continues to cry out for help

House on Fire

the man set his own house on fire

and looked at the animals who are running away

he screamed at the trees for not taking the toll

even though ht was the one who started the fire

he blamed the clouds that won't rain

for bringing his house down to ashes

the man set his own house on fire

allowed the invasion of aliens

that destroyed him and all his principles

thinking it won't cause him the harm

forgetting a scorpion will bite your hand

even if you feed him

One Final Truth: The Prologue

dear readers

let me be an invitee to read these files

about the same place where you live but

chose to live in complete denial

don't be a traitor, don't ignore the cries

this place gave you oxygen, water, air and

every source meant for your survival

even in the adversity of times

dear readers

our house is on fire, the ice is melting

you're breathing smoke, and million species at risk

and each day a new revelation in these files

the man who drink champagne after

signing deals that harm your land

he lives in a palace built by his greed

while the future generations search for their place

Nature's Plight

Oh! Behemoth tyrant set her free

from the cage of her plight she’s trapped in,

fields of coal cannot end the hunger
and rivers of oil cannot quench the parched,
seas full of the perished and soil lacking air
lungs smoking gun and ash from fire,
he, who must pay the price for the greed
and the crime will bring his demise,
one shall not questions its power
its force will submerge you under water

Man Dressed as Clown

lurking in the shadow

to hunt her down

to put all the blame on her

there's a man dressed as clown

was it that "her clothes too short"?

was it that "she was too easy"?

reasons circled around

there's a man dressed as clown

clown is unapologetic

clown is a predator

clown is a hypocrite

there's a man dressed as clown