#stayhome
लॉकडाउन हो गया देश में
संकट बड़ा ही भारी है
जब बन्द हो गए सभी घरों में
तब कुछ सेवाएं ज़ारी हैं
बन्द हो गए मंदिर सारे
लोगों के मन मुरझाये हैं
अस्पतालों में देखा हमने
भगवान निकल कर आये हैं,
खुद की परवाह किये बिना
दिन रात जो सेवा करते हैं
देकर नई जिंदगी हमको
खुद रोज़ मौत से लड़ते हैं
मुश्किल भारी इस घड़ी में
कोरोना जैसे रावण है
कोरोना की कमर तोड़ने
आया पुलिस प्रसाशन है
घर परिवार को छोड़ कर अपने
गली सड़कों पर खड़े हुए
न घुसने देंगे कोरोना को
इस बात पर सब डटे हुए
दोस्तों ये समय है ऐसा
हम सबको साथ आना है
बेवज़ह घर से न निकलकर
कोरोना को सफल बनाना है।
www.youtube.com/POETRY
Protector of the country
..Lockdown in the country
The crisis is too heavy
When all the houses were closed
Then some services are released
Temple closed
People's minds are withering
We saw in hospitals
God has come out,
Regardless of myself
Those who serve day and night
Giving us new life
Fight yourself to the death every day
Hard heavy in this hour
Corona is like Ravana
Corona's back break
Aaya is a police officer
Leaving home family
Street standing
Will not allow corona
All set to the point
This is the time friends
We all have to come together
Not needlessly leaving the house
Corona has to succeed.
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 7:19 AM UTC
फ़िर से वो दिन आएगा
जब सारा देश मुस्कुराएगा
कोरोना का अंधकार मिटाकर
एक नया सवेरा साथ लाएगा
फ़िर से वो दिन आएगा
जब सारा देश मुस्कुराएगा
लॉकडाउन हुआ है जबसे
कैद हो गए घर में तबसे
बिछड़ गए अपनों से सारे
कोरोना के कहर से हारे
ये हार का सिलसिला जल्द खत्म हो जाएगा
फ़िर से वो दिन आएगा
जब सारा देश मुस्कुराएगा
बन्द हो गए धन्धे सारे
छूट गयी मज़दूरी
चाह कर भी न कमा पा रहे
हाय! कैसी मजबूरी
इस मजबूरी की दीवार गिरा
हर वर्ग काम पर जाएगा
फ़िर से वो दिन आएगा
जब सारा देश मुस्कुराएगा
खुल जाएंगे रास्ते सारे
सब बंधन मुक्त हो जाएंगे
हरा के फिर कोरोना को
आज़ादी का दीप जलाएंगे
बिखर गई है अर्थव्यवस्था हमारी
उसको मजबूत बनाएंगे
बिगड़े हुए इन हालातों में
सारा देश एकजुट हो जाएगा
फ़िर से वो दिन आएगा
जब सारा देश मुस्कुराएगा
करें प्रकृति को नमन आज हम
और करें ये वादा
न छेड़-छाड़ करें धरती से
न हो ऐसा इरादा
प्रकृति का साथ पाकर
हर आंगन खिल जाएगा
फ़िर से वो दिन आएगा
जब सारा देश मुस्कुराएगा
सारा देश मुस्कुराएगा..
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This country will smile again
When the whole country smiles
Erasing the darkness of corona
Will bring a new dawn
The day will come again
When the whole country smiles
Lockdown since
Imprisoned at home ever since
All the people who were separated
Lost from the havoc of corona
This necklace will end soon
The day will come again
When the whole country smiles
All closed down
Missed wages
Can't earn even after wanting
Oh! What helplessness
The wall of this helplessness fell
Every class will go to work
The day will come again
When the whole country smiles
Will open all the way
All ******* will be free
Beat the corona again
Light a lamp of freedom
Our economy is shattered
Make him stronger
In these circumstances
The whole country will be united
The day will come again
When the whole country smiles
Bow to nature, today we
And make this promise
Do not disturb the earth
No such intention
With the nature
Every courtyard will bloom
The day will come again
When the whole country smiles
The whole country will smile ..
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC
With the state of the world right now, the only thing that we’re sure of, is that we’re not.
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 3:25 AM UTC
An angel without wings
Desires to care with a sparkling gaze
Sleepless nights, restless work
They hold strain and treat our pain
Aye, they are the true heroes
Wearing scrubs lacking capes
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 4:58 AM UTC
You are important, they might say.
You are beloved, they want you to stay.
They will comfort you and play.
They will stay with you all day.
But, this goes on only until you pay,
Until those green papers in your wallet lay,
Without them, No matter how much Love you spray.
It's a bitter truth, but, everyone will betray.
So, How much your importance weigh?
Times when people wished you Good day,
Good morning, Good night and Happy Birthday.
They just loved your money every day.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 11:57 PM UTC
Cooped up in my humble abode and privacy unheard of before and now.
The friction of my shoes emerged to undesirable friction of my four walls.
Ratcheting up of worries about my future, I pondered when would this pandemic end.
My predicament sent me reeling so I convinced myself to juxtapose with countries reeling.
A short joy on the end of my collegiate life soon accounted to the fueled uncertainties of the job market.
Success used to be landing a remunerative job but now they said, landing any job would be a blessing.
What about my dreams? They ought to cease to exist.
It is no longer about dreams. It is about being alive.
My demise, the demise of an industry, the demise of a country and the demise of the world.
The ghastly truth of how my simple action of staying at home would impact the safe havens of many.
A true test to my character in avoidance of getting positive from the test of COVID-19.
For I know I am not alone.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:54 AM UTC
Spring snow chills the mind,
Environmental measured
Social distancing.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
A gentle pungence of the nutmeg
Burns the hands that dwell in its ashes
Sprinkle generously, lest you want the
concoction, to turn out bland.
Yet, how would bland be? A curry.
Dressed in an assortment of spices,
As, Cardamoms and Peppercorns and
Cinnamons and Aniseeed_ Do add a
bay leaf as you temper the potion
to a base.
It is joy, manifold_ flavours not just in
conclusion but odyssey of the process.
It is joy, unbound, creation nienté
could bring about such happiness !
Joy of the 'Kitchen Wizard' is
in his pots and potions found !
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 2:54 PM UTC
In times like these, prepare a life jacket
Keep it donned lest you fall down and drown
Take measures full to not let health sicken
There is full season left to weather out
May stay inside, pick up a lost hobby
May reconnect with one's far flung and old
May find joy in just keeping to oneself
May do a thing not before once foretold
Desperate measures you will have to take
Loved ones dear may not share your heartache
Help yourself then and be not sad, my boy
Grace from above shall fall on your ship of Troy
A lighthouse at shoreline seen from here afar
Till then, be safe and rejoice in your bell jar.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 2:52 PM UTC
Sigh...
Aight.
I'm done with this small life
Indoor life
Closed-door life
I wanna shout about it
I wanna tell all my thoughts
and maybe you'll agree upon it!
Now this a hunch
Let me know, what'd you have for lunch
Canned beans?
Again?
Oh, that's right.
Stay home kids,
Stay home peeps,
Lessen the curve,
let's do this!
If you're done with this life,
then do somethin' 'bout it.
Stay home!
This will all be over much faster,
If you would,
JUST,
Stay home!
Sigh...
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:02 AM UTC
During this fearful wave
please stay safe
to keep the world safe
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC
Look around it seems so quite
Finally, the sound of birds can be heard.
Look around there's no car outside
Rushing to get to the finish line.
Streets are empty, the air is fresh
Breathe in and rest.
.
Everyone is home it feels so nice
Like someone gave you back your childhood Time.
Use this time to catch up with the friend inside. .
Don't go out please stay inside
We can fight only if we stand unite.
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 7:22 AM UTC
I gaze, at the empty sky,
dotted with birds here and there,
I breathe the fresh air...
It's like the trees afar are waving at me,
The sun is winking.
I've never appreciated nature this much.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 4:32 AM UTC
It's year 2020
And it suddenly seems
That COVID-19 is
Now running the streets
He flew in from China
Off the back of a bat
He danced round in circles,
Eventually crashed...
The details are jaded
In fact nobody cares
How he transferred from bat
To the Human flesh
He's sparked a pandemic
And he's drawn to all those
Who ignore all warnings
Not to get too close!
(Little side note, he's drawn to us all but
finds it much easier to travel via the fools)
COVID-19 let's say...
Corona for ease, he's
Infecting our people
There's no need to sneeze!
He's got it all covered
He's hijacking our air
Needs minimal contact,
Just you to be there
In breathable distance
(He dares you to come close)
Unknowingly contract,
Pass on, double dose
At first you don't feel him
Though he weighs on your chest,
Heavier than you'll know
Until close to death
Some people can fight him
Off better it seems, he
'Prays' on the vulnerable
In contacting these
Who'll pass him on over;
Mum, Dad, Grandad or Nan
The man down the road who
You stopped to shake hands!
The person who's struggling
With another disease;
No room for a Virus
PLEASE don't give to these
The concept is simple
The process a bit hard
But please stay at home,
He's killing us HARD!
It may not be you yet,
Not yet someone you know
But it shouldn't take that...
I want him to go!
PLEASE STAY SAFE AND STAY HOME!
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 8:19 PM UTC
Go inside.
Not only your home but yourself.
You are being beckoned from within.
The external world has nothing for you now.
It’s time to go inside.
To be.
To feel.
To reflect.
To get real.
To be vulnerable.
To pray.
To forgive.
To meditate.
To listen.
To examine who you’ve become.
To hurt.
To heal.
To let go of what’s holding you back.
To imagine who you want to be.
To be grateful.
To be hopeful.
To love.
To learn.
To grow.
To dream.
Go inside, and stay inside until you are at peace with yourself and our world.
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 9:05 PM UTC
Listen.
Can you hear the world
struggling for its breath?
Can you feel its tears
rushing through your lungs?
Do you share its fears?
Lend your breath to the world.
Fill its lungs with raging hope
and see serenity shining through
the eye of the storm.
Remember,
no storm’s meant to last.
This one too is here to upset,
to question,
to teach,
and shall eventually pass.
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 4:08 PM UTC
*The smell of rain precedes the storm
that looms out in the west.
The sound of distant thunder
causes racing in my chest.*
*The temperature begins to drop
as I begin to flee
Seeking shelter from the storm
beneath a lonely tree.*
*I cower there, although I know
this haven's a mistake.
I know this is a lightning rod
but that's the chance I take.*
*The clouds, like battlements,
now, tower overhead
Ominous...majestic...and
they fill my heart with dread.*
*Drops of rain begin to fall
and plop among the leaves
Followed my the icy hail
that toward my shelter weaves.*
*A branch has fallen near my crouch
and nearly I am crushed.
My choice to wait beneath the tree
now seems a little rushed.*
*I stumble out into the storm.
The rain is driving hard.
Lightning strikes the tree I'd left.
The trunk is black and charred.*
*How foolish was my little hike
in spite of warnings thus.
Stay at home when storms approach
or next time...take the bus*
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
*You know you've been away for long when returning feels wrong
when the rough road you left's a beautiful tarmac
and the roadside lantana Kamara's someone's bed of lilacs
you know it's been ages when you feel nostalgia turning pages
when each bend you negotiate brings tears to your eyes
for the skyline's too storied to have a view of the ranges
so that in disappointment you take deep breaths and sighs
you know an eternity has gone by since you set foot there
when the hugs are a doubt for you wonder if folks still care
when the cute little puppy you left is a scabby old *****
and all you can see are graves at the stead to the alleged old witch
you realise time's past when every view matters
so much so that you open your teary eyes without a twitch
when the grass thatched homesteads are tatters
next to mansions trapped betwixt the so called rich
you tell the beautiful generation's gone when you ain't on foot
when soon as you set foot of what was such a lively place
tears of despondence cascade down your alien face
when you don't know where those who survived relocated
but can at least see tombstones in the distance suffocated
by growing bushes, you try to get close but every plant scratches
and you want a closer look much as every **** itches
you know it's been eons when many gather like a scene of crime
for they don't understand you're mourning for lost time
for those who visited the great beyond in your absence
young and the old attempting to speak English, renaissance
you know it's been a while for unlike the days of the old
only the youth show earnest concern, for they're the bold
they who'll try to explain for the elderly the stranger you're
for them old to realise you're one of their own back from a far
you know you've been away for so long when what was a domicile
is just a piece that couldn't be valued due to many a grave
the revelations hurt yet are given in bits for none's that brave
none's brave enough to relay your family's demise in chronology
and luckily someone has a number you can call thanks to technology,
your youngest sister, left a crying baby now married
realising it's you her feelings are an oxymoron
for she obviously sounds nonchalantly worried
and out of words cause you left her nothing but your stolen crayon
you know you've been away for so long when the moment
you so much prayed for turns into a biting torment
for soon as you walk out your car you become a shoulder to cry on
implying that so much has happened while you were away
yet you're too weakened by changes to keep at bay
where are the rest? you can't help but wonder
how a single decade could mean so much plunder
you know you've been away for so long when you have a novel of sorrow
one which reading could consume more than a tomorrow
when you realise you went to the wrong place or right
for you realise you're on your own childhood bed in the night
the then soft spots feeling so hard while you twist and turn
reminding you of the life you've endured whence you couldn't run
you know you've been away for a while when you can hardly sleep
but you have room to contemplate the gone decade
laugh, wonder, remember but mostly weep
when you wish you had listened when they said
Arabian money wasn't the picture they painted
you know you've been absent when you wish you could rewind
to erase all those grotesque things they made you do
when you want to move the world back to the unwounded you
the one who wasn't sexually abused and ******* tainted
to save you the excruciating and ugly details
you only realise when deafening's the sound of hails
when you loathe rather than treasure the rain
because all it does is remind you of your pain
when you can't stop for yourself feeling sorry
wishing to speak out to the rest yet too ashamed to tell your story*
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 11:51 AM UTC