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 Nov 2024 Vishal Pant
Casey
My mind a changing room, revolving ideas of beauty and mistake
Or perhaps a camera with too much to capture
Shuttering to think of life as a liquid
For as long as one can recall it’s been a real gas
But the influences are many, they are vexing
Meddlesome technology and Infernal desires
From beneath the compounding cacophony
of a pretense most alleviating and comforting
Cries a little voice heard only by angels
Pitched by a man trying to find his mother,
whose healing hands built the basements
beneath the Great Ziggurat, left to be found later,
indeterminate and perplexing during survey
but in truth was never really known.
A collection of grainy photos connected by string
on a wall in a quiet corner of a lonely home
seeking to make sense
of what was sorted out by Siddhartha some time ago
in the jungle beside himself, within the veil
of casual decay and serious growth.
Dwell in a rustic whereabouts,
Dinning on sweet tasty trouts,
Forgiving unto all evils thus,
Fate is a new born curse,
Hoping for hopes of longing
Kissing the slaves wrong doings,
When shall the souls falter,
and when shall begin run after;

Days are passing, hopes are rising
People are living, People are dying
There is bitter love and tasty deciet
there is venomous ego, lovers' treat
We have come , we will go soon
to places far, scary and unknown
Till then, my friends let there be love
Let us hate the hate, and be peace dove
 Nov 2024 Vishal Pant
Mahta
I don't know how you do it
It's like you can read my mind
Even in those days when I feel
My head is as busy as time square in the middle of a beautiful summer night
जब
देशद्रोही अराजकता को
बढ़ावा देने के मंतव्य से
एक पोस्टरवार का
आगाज़ करते हैं,
और
समाज का
पोस्टमार्टम करने की ग़र्ज से
लगवाते हैं पोस्टर,
तब
होता है महसूस,
मैं आजाद
भले ही हूं,
पर
हूं एक कठपुतली ही,
जिसे
कोई देशद्रोही
नचाना चाहता है,
मेरी अस्मिता को
कटघरे में खड़ा करना चाहता है,
अपनी मनमर्ज़ी से
दहलाना चाहता है,
मेरे अस्तित्व को
दहलाना चाहता है।

मैं
देशद्रोही से
सहानुभूति नहीं रखती।

मैं
उसे देशभक्त का
मुखौटा पहने
नहीं देख सकती।

मैं
देशद्रोही को
साथियों सहित
कुचले जाते
देखना चाहती हूं।

मेरे भीतर
मध्यकालीन बर्बरता है,
सिर के बदले सिर ,
आंख के बदले आंख,
ख़ून के बदले ख़ून
सरीखी
मानसिकता है,
रूढ़ियों से बंधी हुई
दासता है।
चूंकि
मैं एक कठपुतली
खुद दूसरे के हाथ से
नचाई जाती रही हूं,
मैं भी
देशद्रोहियों को
अपनी तरह
नाचते देखना चाहती हूं।

मैं परंपरा का
सम्मान करती हूं,
साथ ही
आधुनिकता को
तन मन से स्वीकारती हूं ।

यदि
आधुनिकता
हमें देशद्रोही
बनाती है ,
तब यह कतई नहीं
भाती है ।
ऐसे में
आधुनिकता मुसीबत
बन जाती है !
यह स्थिति
मुझे हारने की
प्रतीति कराती है ।

मैं
देशद्रोही बनाने वाली
पोस्टर में अंकित,
अधिकारों से वंचित ,
भ्रष्टाचार करके संचित
धन संपदा को एकत्रित करने
और निरंकुश बेशर्मी के
रही सदा खिलाफ हूं ।
मैं इस खातिर
अपना वजूद भी
दांव पर लगा सकती हूं ।
जरूरत पड़े तो हथियार भी
उठा सकती हूं ।

भले ही
अब तक मैं
हथियार विहीन
जिंदगी
जिंदादिली से
जीती आई हूं ।
एक अच्छे नागरिक के
समस्त कर्तव्य
निभाती आई हूं ।

यदि कोई
आंखों के सम्मुख
देशद्रोह की
गुस्ताखी करेगा,
तो प्रतिक्रिया वश
यह गुस्ताख कठपुतली
उसे बदतमीजी की
बेझिझक सजा देगी।
साथ ही उसकी
अकल ठिकाने लगाएगी ।

उसे पश्चाताप करने के लिए
बाध्य करेगी ।

जब कोई देशद्रोही
अपने उन्माद में
अट्टहास करता है ,
तब वह अनजाने ही
शत्रु बनाता है!
वह एक कठपुतली में
असंतोष जगा जाता है !
वह कठपुतली के भीतर
प्रमाद के सुर भर जाता है !!


क्या पता कोई चमत्कार हो जाए !
कठपुतली विद्रोह पर आमादा हो जाए!!
वह देशद्रोहियों के लिए
जी का जंजाल बन जाए !
वह देशद्रोहियों में खौफ भर पाए!!

कठपुतली को कभी छोटा न समझो।
वह भी अपना रूप दिखा सकती है।
वह कभी भी अपने भीतर
बदले के भाव जगा सकती है
और घमंडी को नीचा दिखा सकती है।
वह सच की पहरेदारी भी बन सकती है।
 Nov 2024 Vishal Pant
fish-sama
Look at me.
Do you see

Vulnerability?
Your drawling voice

Mockingly speaks
Coldly, you look

Down at me so
Differently…
.
I am normal,
Hiding from eyes

Mangled hands write
Bedridden cries

In hidden lies.
Shut your mouth don’t

Speak of me please
Get your *****

Concern off my
Skin I skin myself.

Don’t
look at me.
 Nov 2024 Vishal Pant
Chloe
You're explosive, everyone knows that.
But when it comes to me, you cool down,
just like the arctic, stagnate.

you are so temperamental i draw a fever. . .
 Nov 2024 Vishal Pant
showyoulove
What this world so desperately needs is a true conversion
We need a divine healer and, sometimes, a divine surgeon
Right now, so many believe the world revolves around them
And anyone who argues differently, we quickly condemn
For all who miss the bigger picture, there is only one solution
What we need right now is to renew a Copernican Revolution
The idea that we are not the center of the universe
It must seem so backwards, it must seem so reversed
The earth revolves around the sun
And we revolve around God's only Son
For He is the glue that binds it all together
He is the anchor in stormy weather
What the world needs is a change of heart
But the change in me is where it needs to start
With Jesus at my center, I've got a radioactive core
And then there is the glow which is pretty hard to ignore
But not just once, I need it now and every day
I have this true conversion when I humble myself and pray:
I need your love, I need your mercy and grace
I need your presence to fill my every space
I need you Lord, more than breath, more than life
I need you because, without you, I am but dust in the wind
You still loved me even when, against you, I knowingly sinned
Death and separation should be my eternal reward
But in your sacrifice, you paid the price I could not afford
So now I live, not I, but Christ that lives within me
And by the blood of the Spotless Lamb, I have been set free
You are in my heart and in the depths of my soul
So Jesus, you are driving; help me give you all control

Lord Jesus, creator of all the universe, thank you for making it the way you did. The earth and the planets revolve around the sun just as our lives are in balance when we revolve around your Son. So many people in the world today put other things in the center of their lives and put themselves at the center of their universe. As Christians and Humans, we can do this too. Forgive us for our shortsightedness and open our eyes to see the bigger picture. Show us, Lord, that our lives make more sense are more in balance, when we put you in the middle. All things came from you in the first place. You were the beginning; you were the first cause. Help us refocus our priorities Lord and have this true conversion we need. And let us lovingly witness to others this change in word and prayer and deed. We ask this and all things with confidence to Jesus; the Son who is the Center in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen
Months burst with potential understanding
Thyroid, Childhood Cancer, Breast Cancer
And Autism - a landscape of perception
I knew little once
Before lived experiences carved pathways
Of comprehension
Hand flapping, repeated movie scenes
Specific sensory needs
Neurological landscapes diverse as humanity itself
From verbal to non-verbal
From sibling to parent
From self-discovery at 34
My perspective widens like a lens
Societal Echoes
The world whispers harsh narratives
"Discipline them"
"Fix them"
"Normalize"
But we are not broken
We are different
Intricate neural networks
Misunderstood symphonies
Digital age amplifies cruelty
Marginalization becomes performance
Awareness transforms to spectacle,
Unfolding Truth
Intricate neural pathways
Misread as discordant tunes
The digital age sharpens cruelty's edge
Marginalization dressed as entertainment
Awareness turned into spectacle,
A truth slowly unraveling
Hatred cloaked in the guise of compassion
Bigotry masquerading as care
April - a month of performative understanding
We see what others refuse to witness
Complexity beyond simple categorization
Humanity in all its beautiful, challenging variations
Spectrum wide as consciousness
Unbound by neurotypical constraints
This poem weaves together themes of personal growth, neurodiversity, and societal misconceptions, offering a heartfelt journey through lived experiences. It challenges narratives of "fixing" or "normalizing," instead celebrating the beauty and complexity of different neurological landscapes. Through its vivid imagery and poignant reflections, the piece critiques performative awareness and the digital age's role in amplifying cruelty, while advocating for true acceptance and understanding. A tribute to the resilience and humanity of those who navigate a world that often misunderstands them.
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