YOUR values?
YOUR definition of nations?
YOUR plans for other’s lives?
YOUR imaginary friends?
on this tiny inconsequential spec of dirt
Guardians of what?
YOUR values?
YOUR definition of nations?
YOUR plans for other’s lives?
YOUR imaginary friends?
on this tiny inconsequential spec of dirt
Guardians of what?
Recently a few students of Aligarh Muslim university approached me to record a poetry for their seniors to be played on the last day of their college . This poetry was a gift from the current batch to passing away batch on their farewell.
I loved the gesture and am happy to have been able to contribute
This poetry style was inspired by my older poem : Nostalgia ode to college life and friends
A man burned my house, killed my wife and maimed my son
I ran to the neighbours to beg for help, food for my son and roof to sleep
Only to be labelled as the man who burned my house, killed my wife and maimed my son
It was not my choice, or my dream or even my option
to beg my neighbour for help, for food and for shelter
But I am not the man who burned my house, killed my wife or maimed my son
You Slam the door , shut the windows and pull the drapes
because you fear i might burn your house , kill your wife and maim your son
Trust me,I know the pain, the loss the suffering
I come to you as a human, literally begging, seeking help
its not my choice nor my dream nor my option
A man burned my house, killed my wife and maimed my son
I am just paying the price for being born in the wrong country
I am not that man, I am not that man, I am not that man
#SyriaBurns #RememberRefugees #Humanity #HelpTheRefugees
Read disagree attack
Just abuse, no logic or thought
generation dumbing down complete
its not what is right
but what should be right that sells
generation dumbing down complete
Man calls out a thief
while murdering and looting
generation dumbing down complete
being corrupt is wrong
unless you are worst of em
generation dumbing down complete
Read disagree attack
Just abuse, no logic or thought
generation dumbing down complete
Religion of peace
mine is religion of peace
and pressed the trigger
#ParisAttacks
If Nirbhaya happened now ,
there would be another protest,
against protesters.
The times so twisted,
Question is not why the protest but,
What right to protest.
Rain ,a cup of tea
Some soul music to go with
Life, I have arrived
Who are we ,
A speck of dust
A thread of imagination
Are we Gods,
Gods of our own creation
Which we created
Created to build something greater
Something to forget our mortality
Something to become immortal
Are we creations
For amusement of the mighty
or beings to fulfill a higher purpose
purpose so high that the creator could not achieve it
So we were created
as the higher form of the highest
Could we be simply be the computers
made to answer the ultimate question
or to find the ultimate question
Could we be just the question itself
A question which once asked destroys the ultimate
Or creates one
We could be just meat-bags
accidents of nature, freaks
just thinking stones and dust
Who are we ,
A speck of dust
A thread of imagination
Since long have I waited for this day
wondering what ahead of me lay
I used to say, for years I survived this
then how come when its over something seems amiss
A lot is left unsaid and unheard
a lot of memories still unstirred
Who will now make my nick names
who will take all my blames
with whom will I bet on the lyrics of a song
was it dong dong or bong bong
Who will be my wingman when I hit on someone
who will be my support, when there is no one
Remember?
When we decide to study the entire night
but end up gossiping till its bright
Who will tell me all my awards are trash
maybe I should sell them for some cash
Ohh those days
When we used to sit and laugh at someone for no reason
When talking to a friend’s enemy was nothing but pure treason
When we could call dibs on anyone we saw recently
and all dibs would be treated pretty seriously
Who will tell me I am great ,when I am down
and when I am flying too high, will drag me down without a frown
Who will be my michief maker and partner in crime
Who will fight with me over just a dime
During exam times who will wake me up and ask me to run
But then also pour cold water on me ,just for fun
Who will call me from back seat and ask me to look at front
then laugh when I take the teachers brunt
I dont know if this will happen again
please tell me we will meet again
There is lot left to say
how I wish these times could stay
Life will throw a lot of challenges and there is a danger
Someday our best pal might be a stranger
it will become hard to recollect names
forget our old stupid games
you can laugh at me today I wont mind
Will save it to bring a smile on my face
when life gives me the grind
~By Madhur Chadha
Since long have I waited for this day
wondering what ahead of me lay
I used to say,for 4 years I survived this
then how come when its over something seems amiss
A lot is left unsaid and unheard
a lot of memories still unstirred
who will now make my nick names
who will take all my blames
with whom will I bet on the lyrics of a song
was it dong dong or bong bong
Who will be my wingman when I hit on someone
who will be my support, when there is no one
When we decide to study the entire night
but end up gossiping till its bright
Who will tell me all my awards are trash
maybe I should sell them for some cash
Ohh those days
When we used to sit and laugh at someone for no reason
When talking to a friend’s enemy was nothing but pure treason
When we could call dibs on anyone we saw recently
and all dibs would be treated pretty seriously
Who will tell me i am great when i am down
and when i am flying high will drag me down without a frown
who will be my michief maker and partner in crime
who will fight with me over just a dime
During exam times who will wake me up and ask me to run
But then also pour cold water on me ,just for fun
Who will call me from back seat and ask me to look at front
then laugh when I take the teachers brunt
I dont know if this will happen again
please tell me we will meet again
There is lot left to say
how I wish these times could stay
Life will throw a lot of challenges and there is a danger
SOmeday our best pal might be a stranger
it will become hard to recollect names
forget our old stupid games
you can laugh at me today I wont mind
Will save it to bring a smile on my face
when life gives me the grind