Where Do We Go From Here?

Where do we go from here? Feet on Crossroads with blank stares. Coughing, bleeding, hurting; Accusatory, demeaning and hateful glares. Do we built hatred inside us and let it consume our lot? Do we panic and pull the trigger? A point blank shot. Do we turn a blind eye and take refuge in our castle? […]

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New World Order

Old singers are dead now; give these children new songs to sing. Old heroes are flail now; give these scenes female protagonists that win.  Old thoughts are gone now; give these revolutions new guns to swing. Old memories are lost now; give these times new sins to commit. Old biases are not understood now; give […]

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Define your Politics

If personal is political, you have to work on yourself to understand how your personal thoughts and opinions—and the forces that shaped them – can be interpreted and translated into policy for the people. This requires a transition of taking the subjective life, with all its experiences, feelings, meetings, and conversations, and rendering it objective […]

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Batman paradox

Silence breeds sadness; Conversations lies; Each word calculated; each breath practiced Sadness is the silence after loss A craving for applause Victory is also a mirage; A facade. A gulp that corrupts the mind and soul. With each victory, the self is lost. A company of broken men. A clique of distant hearts. No beginning […]

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The Next Big Movement

We built a nation that betrayed its youngest; and they are done pretending. The children who had to grow up in the shadow of a single towering leader, the demagogue who who consumed every corner of their digital universe, due to our (the previous generations) shortcomings. The children who never had the chance to see […]

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Gen Z Fiends

Clean bedsheets and apologies Mongol degenerates and raping priests; Grasping for breath we cutting trees Justice gagged, submissive, crouched on its knees. Life; as we have it is pretty neat. Dreams of autographs but signing deeds; Isn’t it ironic; we are dipping feet? Submerged, unbreakable ice; 6 feet deep. Kisses and lipstick marks on the […]

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It’s time

It’s time to ride the horses back home It’s time to reflect and take control. It’s time to double down on the tries It’s time to remember the lies. It’s time to go back to the principles It’s time to acquire skills and discipline It’s time to realise that the path we are on Is […]

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कटु सत्य की भूमि

क्या तुमने देखा है कोई देश जहाँ न प्रेम है, न दुलार?क्या तुमने देखा है भीड़ जहाँ बस क्रोध और है निराशा का भार?धोए गए मस्तिष्क, खाली, आँखों में बस शून्य सा अंधकार,आओ, आओ मेरे संग, यहीं मिलेगा वह संसार। क्या तुमने देखा है इतना प्रपंच और झूठ का जाल?मीडिया रीढ़विहीन बेलें, फ़्यूहरर है दैत्यकाल।संघी […]

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The Land of Bitter Truth

Have you ever seen a land void of love and care?Have you seen a crowd of humans in anger and despair?Brainwashed, hollow, no spark, only vacant stares,Come, come with me, you will find them here. Have you seen this amount of whataboutery and propaganda unleashed?Media-spineless creepers, their fuhrer a beast.Sanghis & bhakts; in their toxic […]

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Home

I ran frantically home; knowing something was wrong, imagining the worst, as past has taught to expect; imaging tears, blood and death. I ran frantically to my love; pleading to gods I don’t believe in, praying a prayer i never knew; believing in something that does not exist; that my home does not become the […]

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Time: The Best Revenge

Hazy faces of a world that cries Newspapers silent; foot note: no one survived; Though there were a few valiant tries; Buried and subdued in lies. Clinching fists and spewing mist; Fighting with cuts on the wrist, Does it matter which way the gun was pointed? One demon left office; another was anointed. Saffron or […]

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ideology

A thousand lineages made us The bigots that hate us Humanity only religion A clear, progressive vision. As long as the enemy against Nehruvian beliefs brews within us Diluting our ideology, slowly skin us. This game of thrones only one can win Integrity; the only sin. If it is a sin, then sinner be me. […]

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Turns of Life

There is a mountain that calls me; a shore that haunts me; a past that knots me; a fascist that taunts me; the roads that acknowledge; books with knowledge; a bowl of porridge; a fruit called orange door hinge. That’s a kick back to a world; a revolt to the assault; people that think those […]

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Can’t.

The alliteration is a facade you create for engagement Each word a pretence of your past that you cannot conquer An errand boy sent by grocery clerks to collect a bill? A lost soul sent by soulless subordinates to do work of non-significance. Meter is dead. We break myths. The tone to your questions bears […]

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Will.

Will you read what cannot be written? Will you see what I cannot make you watch? Will you hear the things I left unsaid? Will you speak silence? Will the birds fly free like souls? Bodies lying dead within caged borders Will the recluse finally come out like the fireflies at night? Will the oppressed […]

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The Boy with the Saviour Complex

I thought I could save them all. All the battles; face them all. An empty flask cannot pour; A drunken knave cannot cure. A ward of fatal wails; heal them all. A million fighters; take them all. Hungry streets; feed them all. Empty homes; fill them all. An unread book cannot enlighten. A conquered fear […]

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No Kings

no more orange buffoons; crony capitalist clowns; saffron terrorists; islamic radicals; no more fascists and zionists; brahminical, casteist bigots. sexist, pro-life fools. no kings. no more killers; no more predators; no more supporters of violence; no more deniers of rights; no more political prisoners in prison; no more compromised judges, cbi and ed. no more […]

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born to run

Along the rolling thunders loud, we escape the crowd. Leaving behind a dust of doubt; engulfed with the egoists and proud. Somewhere on a road abound; we keep travelling on untrodden grounds. Can you hear the sounds?; they call us to reach for the crown. a crown of thorns. a crown of tears; a crown […]

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The Deep Blue

There is a shore on a distant land I was in, but I don’t visit it. There are words which were said eons ago that I remember but want to forget. There are childhood stories that define me, but I have lost them like the laughter that echoes there. There are few people I called […]

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The White Shirt Man

Voice. That is what is lost. Drowned in the sea of hate. Lying in the bottomless pit of vitriol blue with creativity. Unheard in the loudness of a spineless media. Engulfed in flames that burns both ways. At the mercy of a loud, cowardly, bearded monster Who has a history of destroying the holy book […]

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Take Two

Take two; let’s start anew. A new conversation; a new loop. A new trance; a new feud. Running lights on streets that know us. Alighting ideas till we turn to sawdust. Saw dust? Hearing must. An elliptical corner turn; Akin to the universe I saw in your eyes. But eyes hide lies; secrets and cries. […]

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toy guns

Time to throw the bombs out is now Take them to the seas and flush them down For those that can only give orders and take them Don’t comprehend our conversations and why we hate them Evolution demands humanity to prevail To love, laugh, sing and tell tales. And there is a village where I […]

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the island

the night is doing that thing again we are stranded on an island estranged feeding off bits and pieces of sea salt to train for the future of abundance how to explain the cause & go on? finding salvation in songs looking for messages in dawns the binoculars do not work we have to use […]

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The Theory of Universality

All physical laws – Newtonian, Relativistic, and Quantum – are contextual manifestations of one continuous, recursive, and geometrically-curved trajectory of the universe through spacetime, initiated by the Big Bang, destined to return and reset. When Napoleon Bonaparte read Laplace’s monumental work “Mécanique Céleste” (Celestial Mechanics), which mathematically reformulated Newtonian mechanics, he supposedly asked: “Why haven’t […]

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i fell

Covered in sins; and my time is dying; politics and love; my heart’s design. filled with desire and pain mixed with wrath. I fell. Fell into the deep-less pit; the unspoken myth. The dying of a breed; the end of an era. Dancing underneath an umbrella. The faceless man with a wheel in his hand. […]

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Kites

Kites; that’s what the world was. Hanging by a thread. Going through turmoil; attempting to hold on. Dreaming of flying away; entrapped by the thread yet existing because of it. Competing with each other; trying to cut each other. But is the flight without the thread freedom? For the momentous and significant flight is fleeting. […]

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Shine on you crazy diamond

Never sell. Never let them know. Always expose the culprits. Speak out. Quit jobs. Take risks. Die for your belief system. Live for your choices. Listen to the music you like. Curate your movies list. Find finesse & defend it. Find conversations that fulfil you and continue having them. End relationships. End friendships. Stick to […]

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micro a reflection of macro

some unsaid part of me is long gone; unknown. defeated at the defeat of words that should have been said. smiles are a subterfuge; a recuse to the endless abuse; abuse we took silently and violently; 11 years of corrupting each system we evolved over 75 years. each sad thought a reflection of the minute: […]

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metropolis falls

The metropolis has fallen take to the streets Ash to ash; dust to concrete rape, hunger and horror no time for grief find and latch on to anything to hold naked, angry, helpless: humanity is sold children get tired, scared, dead and cold walls still stand, but have bullet holes the politicians have fled; chaos […]

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Peace with sadness

Are we attracted to sadness? Does it fulfil a need of longing for deepness? Are we misunderstanding sadness for deepness? Those doomed by it do not want it. The last thing they want is to cling to the past. The past is a demon on wings, fluttering forever around them. They try to run away […]

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Story; lie; thought.

Here’s the story. The f’n story. You take a pinch of fears & tears and mix them with dreams; You realise that some dreams are forever gone and some lie on the verge of actions that are deemed extreme You take the few that require compromise And use them as rationalisation to not do them […]

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Conquest

A few wrong steps in the quest to go home, son. To win the big one & bring glory to home, son. This dwayne has got johnson. Swinging in the air he caught none. Learning tree make believe quest to steal the big one Handsome is as handsome does Take a leap or collect dust. […]

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A letter to Cassandra

Dear Cassandra, Enough of the drama. You’ll soon be a baby’s mama. Try to understand the nuances of the life A reason of being; the daily hustle to provide. Like, those movie stars that are dancing in bars are fiction; Imperfect lives in between cuts and with cuts of addiction. Friction. Between illusion and reality […]

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The making of a monster

I wish I could take back the roses that are lying on the street Take back with each petal all the forsaken memories Tied together by the roaring thunders of sordid nights that imploded sex Please make me live a fulfilled life of shenanigans and regrets Guilt be the suffering that clings to my soul […]

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Free at last

We’ll fly away fast to the sanctuary of past Full blast: an escape to the unspoken trance Healing is an illusion as real as dreaming Seeing is believing. Tears dry; people die; true lies. Contemplate the masquerade that fails to end Levitate away the constant ill effects of fear and dread Do you fear death? […]

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April

The month that creates havoc Chaos; disorder. Years to forget; a month to remember Not a thing apart; not a thing asunder. Rendered; It is the month of retreat. To make mistakes; to have hope. An april christmas tree. Some famous actress of ek do teen. Some girl on a rohtak activa. Some girl that […]

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भारत के शोषक जातियों के नाम एक खुला पत्र

दिनांक: 09.04.2025 भारत में जाति को लेकर जो बहस चल रही है—जो पिछले सौ वर्षों में समय-समय पर शक्तिशाली रूप से उभरी है—उसने एक बार फिर राष्ट्रीय अंतरात्मा को झकझोर दिया है। यह संवाद, जो ऐतिहासिक रूप से श्री ज्योतिराव फुले, डॉ. भीमराव अंबेडकर और नामदेव धसाल जैसे दलित पैंथर नेताओं के नेतृत्व में चला, […]

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कहानी

आओ एक कहानी सुनाओ, वही सुनाओ जो रोज़ सुनाते थे — सब्र की, इंतज़ार की, हौसले की, गुंजाइश की। उन सपनों की जो आपकी आँखों में रौशनी भर देते थे। उसमें एक चाह थी, एक जुनून था, कुछ कर गुज़रने का संकल्प था — पर सुकून था। रोज़मर्रा की कहानियाँ थीं: पान वाले की परेशानियाँ, […]

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Jeet

The king is dead; long live the king. मौक्ष जिसे हासिल है वही तो क़ातिल है। रेंगते सायों में ज़हर घुल रहा है। सांस निकल रही है, अंधेरा छा रहा है। इस अंधेरे के बाद रौशनी आएगी, ये काली रात अब जाएगी। आने वाले सवेरे में भी एक रात है, आने वाले सवेरे में भी […]

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Life and its vicissitudes

There will come a day before the decay when words will spill out like blood from an artery there will be a night, before the twilight that will drive away the bigotry gifts under a Christmas tree A promise to retreat white flags beyond boundaries humanity a norm; love the answer. Awaiting disaster. Go on […]

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azad

Trains passing through the galaxy at the speed of light Beyond the stars of reconciliation Attention to the details of forgotten drunk hues Amalgamation of apparent discord While we stick barbed wires to rip cords to slit throats Said Aurelius in his privileged kingdom to his privileged kingdom: “I want freedom“ Knights killed in wars […]

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Samrat Chakravarty

खुलती खिड़की से आती रोशनी में गाँव की बातों की सादगी में चौपाल में गाई हुई रागिनी में चलते पानी में नहाई ताज़गी में वो ज़िंदा है। हरे-भरे मैदानों की ख़ुशबू में अधखुले ख़तों की आरज़ू में रोज़मर्रा के काम की जुस्तजू में कभी अचानक इत्तेफ़ाक़-ए-रूबरू में वो ज़िंदा है। चढ़ती-गिरती लहरों में रविवार की […]

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The Silence of Complicity

The poets who will never craft a prose, nor lend a verse to a song. The actors who will never master their method, never move us to feel. The leaders who will never rise from a place of values to solve what plagues us. The gods among men, destined to fade, never to be worshipped […]

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a trip to a moss pit

A moss pit that is a counterfeit ranging from trauma and agony A middle finger to society inciting rioting A rage against the wings in the political stream Misunderstood words & thoughts that nurture creativity A kiss stolen under a christmas tree with taboo’d relationships that are innocuous While she gets touched by men double […]

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Summer of June

Dripping on the forest floor on a morning cold Dew drops formed from stones of long ago Eons pass; fleeting past and on we go. Stage a mirage that gives us a few seconds to set apart And lay open the carnage and destruction of autumn From the bottom of a pitless soul that has […]

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Sabr ;

Sabr me jazbaat bahe Kuch mere aur kuch an kahe Kuch dil me rahe Kuch aansu ban bahe. Ankahi talaash hai Ek khwaab hai Rah me jalti laash hai Nafrat me ghulti aas hai Ek ghut ti awaaz hai Jab kaha hi nahi to raha bhi sahi Aur jo kaha hi nahi vo raha kahi […]

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