Disturbed Poet

The cry, the anger and the protest

The question is when all this going to rest?

The strong, weeping and innocent girl is dying everyday

The moments of life is snatched from her in every possible way.

The Cop is killed with no reason, who will take the blame?

When we will start living without the guilt and the shame.

Who are the protesters, are they protesting for the cause or for the clause?

When I hear and see the brutality, I just go pause.

Men are weird animals without integrity

They're losing the trust and their own dignity.

The government is sleeping, the police is confusing

We are violating and shouting just to give good fighting.

The politicians are marking their words without any sense

They should realize the fact that the situation is ugly as well as tense.

The judgement will take its time

Does that mean we should sit and wait for another such crime?

Let the mind be free and without fear so that we can keep our heads held high

I don't want the people should be fragmented by narrow domestic mentality.

The world is good, the world is living. Its not about surviving in here, its about loving it too.

WHY?

Now the thing is how to act?

Can we act by sharing our thoughts on Facebook or Twitter or we can act by sharing the 'shame logo'? 
Or we can act by marching in front of some monument and ask for the judgement? 

Those who can do something are not taking any measures, they're also doing what we're i.e. Tweeting.
Is it the time to do politics on such issues? The insane people in parliament need to take actions. Our Heroes, Icons need to take action. I always wanted this country to be dictated so that such issues can be controlled.

Why can't we impose the punishments like Saudi Arabia, Lebanon, Iran and other countries. Why we have to make case of every big or small issue and wait for the judgement.

The girl who is brutally raped, is no longer living her life. She is just surviving with all the pains, curse and weird reactions from the society. And the rapists get the life imprisonment so that they can rape again after coming out from Jail. Why this sick and awful laws?

The question is again on the equality here. If the government will decide to give the capital punishment to these criminals then the Human Rights people will sing their own raga. These are the people who won't learn till such thing is going to happen with them or their family members.

No one is taking responsibility. The Police claimed it as uncertainty and blamed shabby clothes. The government said we took all the measures but then also this thing happened. When the law is passed against the tinted glasses then from where the hell this bus came from?

The girl is fighting for her life each moment in the hospital. Who is to be blamed? Well I don't think so its the only rapists. It is the whole system who is responsible.

By Marching or lighting a candle won't solve the problem in this country. The solution is unknown but the step has to be taken now. Either behead the criminals in between 1000s of people so that the example can be set or hang them in front of all. But whatever, this time the judgement should be brutal so that the soul of every individual oscillate and think 100 times before thinking about the same.

May god bless that girl with a  speedy recovery and bullets to the Scoundrels... 

Time Passing in Disguise...

Where are the words, are they over ruled by the emotions or are they lost with time?

Where was I? Was I waiting for the event, news or the situation or I am the news now?

The gap from writing, the distance from the thing I loved most. Where am I, what is there in my mind?

Are there tensions, are there confusions? Why I can't live like a child with no frustrations?

The days are passing smoothly, the nights are sailing roughly.

Where is the dusk, where is the dawn? I am unable to view them.

The additional friends, the subtracting known people. Who is mixing life?

The world is known with the unknown and unknown with the known..

Happiness is around in disguise, its there for the future.

The present is like a roller coaster, with laugh and tears.

I am master of anger, am I too hopeful, am I too expecting or am I just being myself.

If you don't give me what I want, you can live without me by yourself.

Who is happy? The family or your friends? Are you happy if they are not happy?

They want you. What do you want? You want them or their happiness. The answer is numb.

There is nothing new in this world, neither the peace to the man in grave.

The people weeping on the grave are also in search of the peace.

The smile is here to search for me and I am searching it inside.

The world is a happy place with the smiling faces outside ...