I have rode as far as I could
I have ran more than I stood
I have worn more than I should
I crave for no feeling nor food, but
A sleep where tread no dream would

On the fertile Earth I lay bare,
With just a few breaths to spare,
To the heavens I let my eyes stare,
The clouds show an intent to share,
With showers I plead them to pare.

Like the ease with which I see
the water slip all over me
I cede my flesh with glee
From all the debt and debris
Tonight I set myself free.

Are you the forceful gust
that shoves away the clouds
to lighten up the dark?

Or are you the cheerful breeze
that fills the shade
on a day schorching and stark?

Are you the powerful wave
fighting the storm
refusing to take a knee?

Or are you the water
that whispers by the beach
to relieve the weary?

May be, you are the lost traveler
who yearns for the right road
Or may be, you are the admirer
of what lies amongst new stores

To seek the answers I resist
to venture far,
Since your biggest strength is
you always are, who you are.

In a world that doesn’t
Look at all like this
Where the choices
From our past
Haven’t shackled us
To these paths

Daring to have built
A craving for thee
I would ask for you
To set myself free
From carrying the guilt
For wanting you for me

So I could muster
All the courage
To do what I should
And say this to thee
I wish you could
Come dance with me

Like the light luring the mist to flee
You dissolve all my worries to be
Like how a flower is found by a busy bee
I search and seek for you within me
But let me not surrender my heart
To the want of us not being apart
The two shores walking along forever
If they met, what would be of the river?
If the moon got what it always craves
Would there be any more waves?
The sky hops horizons in the hopes to hug
The Earth wanders and waits without a shrug
So let me not squander any resistance
There is meaning to find in this distance.

Isn’t there a certain
joy in oblivion?

When I can laugh my heart out
And cherish the show from the crowd
When you there on the stage
Can neither express agony nor rage?

You parrot a script you didn’t write
For a character that ain’t suit you right
And what happens to those labels all
When the curtain commits that certain fall?

When I walk with my joys few
Can you really find you?

Neither any glow
Nor any sparkle
Neither the dreams
I often marvel
I adorn the struggles
Against I haven’t bent
My suffering is
My ornament

#WomenAtFarmersProtest

Where thoughts are censored and rumors roar loud;
Where the facts are manufactured;
Where the world has been broken up into caste and creed;
Where every dissent is seen as contempt;
Where those we elect have the least respect for the law;
Where selfish interests fuel the fire to burn all sense and reason;
Where one needs to prove patriotism by pleasing those in power –
Into that swamp, my Gurudev, our country is sliding in slumber.

Inspired by “Let My Country Awake” by Rabindranath Tagore

In the dead of the night
I burn yet again

Trampled by the terror
I take to the pyre
To put it to rest
Your deafening silence

So no more like me
Suffer the fate and agony
Lest not my hope
Disappear in this smoke

In the dead of the night
I wish you be human again

On 14 September 2020, a 19-year-old Dalit woman was gang-raped in Hathras district, Uttar Pradesh, India, by four upper caste men. She died two weeks later in a Delhi hospital. After her death, the victim was forcibly cremated by the police without the consent of her family, a claim denied by the police.