For men who stare at women - this is how we feel - YOUR EYES ARE ENOUGH TO RAPE

Your eyes are enough to rape

Walking by the lake,

I am not a piece of cake,

What made you give that stare?

In my mind I feel the glare,

Your eyes are enough to rape

We were taught to look down,

Have shame in our eyes and walk the town,

Not to look up or eyes would stare,

                                    If we look or we don’t they still glare,                                   

Your eyes are enough to rape

Your eyes are so demanding,

I saw your pupils expanding,

You looked into my soul,

This gave my heart a big hole,

Your eyes are enough to rape,

They look through my clothes,

The thought comes and goes,

Their eyes rip them across,

My respect is my father’s nose,

Your eyes are enough to rape

Desire and fire in your eyes glow,

I must turn to tell you to slow,

It’s high time to make you aware,

But in my mind I still fell the glare,

Your eyes are enough to rape

I want women to think and prepare,

Hit the culprit back without fear,

We should support all those who are dear,

Have the strength without a tear,

Your eyes are enough to rape

Walking by the lake,

I am not a piece of cake,

What made you give that stare?

In my mind I feel the glare,

Your eyes are enough to rape,

Your eyes are enough to rape.

Kar guzarne ko maan karta hai ....

Umeedo aur aasare ke sahare kab tak chalage yeah zindagi....

Aab toh kuch kar guzarne ko maan karta hai....

- Reena Kapoor 

He is Listening - God is Omnipresent

                                                       

                                                                   He is Listening

I fold my hands every day,

To bring the light along my way,

I pray to him to give me strength,

To mingle away the life length,

To my wonder he has lot of patience,

He listens to all the stations,

He looks around with eyes open,

Makes sure no road is broken,

We all are judged as he looks around,

He is not found in temples and shrine bonds,

These are just the bribe centres,

Where the god never enters,

He resides in our hearts,

Never judge things in parts,

Rise above your religion,

It’s a kind of superstition

With our death, our soul departs,

It takes away memory of past,

We meet the soul source,

Where there is not religion in force,

I fold my hands every day,

To bring the light along my way,

I pray to him to give me strength,

To mingle away the life length.

HEART OF CHANDIGARH - Poetry on Chandigarh, written long back during my school days..

HEART OF CHANDIGARH

Heart of Chandigarh, filled with softest care,

Roses in a garden bright,

Where falls the holy light,

Waves of Sukhna Lake like heaven deep,

Appear in blue depth of the sky,

Birds sing on every tree,

Where the Cricket sings in sector 16,

Heart of Chandigarh, filled with softest care,

Heart of India and attraction of tourists,

Beauties of roundabouts say their own stories,

Rock Garden's ancient looking stone turns a waste land to a paradise spot,

Immortal beauty of Chandigarh remains in heart of every tourist,

Melodies of birds and butterfly make it a rainbow alive,

Youthful Chandigarh glows with old n young,

Heart of Chandigarh, filled with softest care,

Chandigarh an Artistic Creation,

A beauty is born which symbolizes the luxury planned,

It’s a dream of Nehru a purest amongst the pure minds of humans,

A Flourishing civilization of Le Corbusier plans,

Heavenly glory of Chandigarh symbolized by the Open Hand,

Art and Philosophy and piece of Sculptures,

Heart of Chandigarh, filled with softest care,

Chandigarh Chandigarh my heart sings,

O brightening soulful pleasure,

Darkness drops with Angel Bright,

A marvelous beauty is born,

All hearts with one purpose,

To keep the city clean,

Heart of Chandigarh, Filed with softest care,

Chandigarh a Union Territory carefully knits the Passion of Punjab n Harmony of Haryana together,

Tourists acknowledge the City Beautiful,

Her nights are beautiful,

Her days wonderful,

Every day n every night it’s always on our mind,

Chandigarh Chandigarh my heart sings with glory.  

Every women is beautiful in a special way -- India Got freedom but not Indian women, slavery is illegal but women are still slaves.... # shame #Freedom #Indianwomen #Respect

                                         Every women is beautiful in a special way 

Blood flows in our veins as it’s in yours,

Heart feels the pain and tear falls,

Every women is beautiful in a special way,

They also have heart, feel and pray,

We are not sheep’s that you bought,

Milk and satisfy your greed as per drought,

Every women is beautiful in a special way,

They also have heart, feel and pray,

We leave our families to make your world,

Bear your child and feed him with our blood,

Every women is beautiful in a special way,

They also have heart, feel and pray,

We don’t ask you to give our name,

To the son or daughter that gives you fame,

Every women is beautiful in a special way,

They also have heart, feel and pray,

With so much pain can’t see the gain,

Time and again we pass through the pain,

Every women is beautiful in a special way,

They also have heart, feel and pray,

  

I have the inner strength not to hit but to pretend,

We are the fountainhead of your decent,

Every women is beautiful in a special way,

They also have heart, feel and pray,

 Without us you are can’t make a piece of bread,

Look up like a families head,

Every women is beautiful in a special way,

They also have heart, feel and pray.

Everything for the sake of name - Daughter, lover killed for ‘honour’ - We cam kill bodies not their souls. #Indiansociety #Ashamed #Murderers

                                                    Everything for the sake of name

Everything for the sake of name,

Your actions are to blame,

Your daughter are no piece of shame,

You kill them for your name,

You failed to see her dreamy eyes,

Your deaf ears couldn't hear the cries,

Her little heart and pale smile,

And your heart could only revile,

Preaching the goddess and killing daughters,

To keep the faith of the deadly waters,

They are like your house flowers,

And you crush them in the fear of rising powers,

Her choice of man,

Raised the fear in her clan,

Murder that’s the word, revenge of her love,

The men in the house gave her a shove,

The arms that cuddled her,

Tied her hands and muddle her,

The protective bond has become a cage,

Giving fuel to the burning rage,

His caste was lower mine is higher,

This will get the potential buyer,

But her love has spoiled our pride,

We must teach them a lesson at their eyed,

They slit her neck and let her bleed,

Looking at each other they smiled as they saved their breed,

Shame on those brothers and fathers,

Who were no better than a robbers,

Love is not such a big mistake,

It’s the time we must awake,

You turn and see the pool of blood,

And all childhood memories flushed like a flood,

Then came her lovers turn,

He was beaten and burn,

They both were hanged on tree,

Took their life and let them free,

  

The loving souls would meet again,

Leaving all harness and pain,

They will have the wide sky,

To spread the love and fly

The power in name has become a game,

This name will give you no Dame,

You killed them for your name,

Shame on your fake fame,

Dead working for bread.... this poem is dedicated to the working class , so cold in attitude, no greetings and no cheer up , we look at each other then turn our faces. From the School Yard to the Office - The Growing Trend.

Dead Bodies

I see the living dead,

Walking by my side working for bread,

They walk alongside talk and smoke,

I turned around to poke,

But could only see the living dead,

Walking by my side working for bread,

With fake emotions and dead eyes,

Walking by my side trying to advice,

I am scared with zombies around,

Living with dead is a curse like an open wound,

I see the living dead,

Walking by my side working for bread,

They look they smile,

Pretendable emotion demoralizes,

They call me alongside,

The healthy competition has died,

I see the living dead,

Walking by my side working for bread,

Human values have been destroyed,

My boss always looks annoyed,

No one smiles back with pride

Human jealousy that we subside,

I see the living dead,

Walking by my side working for bread.

Deadly Valleys - A poem by a Muslim boy who turned a militant for money

Deadly Valleys

I miss those valleys, Flowers and trees,

Buzzing around the lovely bees,

The sky was having cotton balls,

We used to play out near the falls,

The valleys had these smiling flowers,

The color of rainbow had so much of positive power,

Chinar trees gave us the shade,

Love for each other could never fade,

The birds sang the melody of love,

It’s the valley of dancing dove,

The cover of greenery and trees,

Created Lovely air and fresh breeze,

Growing up is not that nice,

We finally realize the cost of rice,

I have so less, they have so more,

These the demands and life is so whore,

Less food and hungry nights,

The cold gave us chill bites,

All we wanted was a living,

The walk of life is unforgiving,

Only a simple kill can change my life,                                                                                                                 

That made me happy but not my wife,

She told me to hold the holy quran,

So this is how it all began,

Something wanted to stop me,

The wind tried to drop me,

I could witness the moon eclipsed the sun,

Earth shaked, every drop made them run,

At the odd hours of night,

Moon witnessed the blood shed with fights,

Lost love, mother and brother hatred ignite,

With corpses all around the night became quite,

It’s purely religion which over shadowed brother hood,

We killed and killed sons in every neighborhood,

Temples and Mosques were simply rock that stood,

The blood shed was a game and that was only understood,

The greed made me do dreadful things,

Money gave me big wings,

I killed those with whom I grew,

My brothers, my uncles all were slew,

Little hands that played together,

Peace and love is a lost treasure,

The green valley turned red,

All my loved ones were dead,

The lakes taught me to pour more in life,

The valleys called me to blooms bright,

Eyes of hatred have become a knife,

And we are destroying heaven with this fight.

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