Even as the Covidian epoch perishes, and we slither into another elusive timeline, it’s hard not to introspect our actions. Goes without saying, it makes us apprehensive of the things that lay in store for us. What we as humans can possibly do is hope.
Receding life,Night time,Go back to the darkWhere you came from.Put on the lightsFor you can’t seeYour murky alleyOf crimesYou commitEvery day –Deeds you didOn a wild hunch,Just so you could haveYour morning brunchOver a graveyard of corpses.Land of the faunaIs defeated,Trampled down,By human greed.Your home
माँ तुम ना हो तो,हर शब्द है चिंघाड़,हर जिद्द है नखरा,हर कदम पर चोट,मरहम दे आँसू,हर बच्चा कंधाऔर जुबां बंदूक | हर गाना है तानाजो चुभता रोज़ाना,हर बात है बतंगड़,हर लफ्ज़ है कराहना,हर काम है पर्वत,हर लक्ष्य है चोटिल | असीम अँधेरा,ढूंढू तुझे हर दिनहै