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Thursday, 28 September 2017

ख्वाइश के मंज़र मे, डूबता जाए जहाँ,

ख्वाइश के मंज़र मे, डूबता जाए जहाँ,

दुनिया का हुआ, दुनिया को चाहा पर दुनिया ना चाहा I

पहचान बनाया, दुनिया बनाया ना जुड़ पाया,

ना जुदा रहपायाा पर दुनिया ना चाहा ी

जहाँ से मिला, जहाँ की शाया जहाँ से फिदा,

जहाँ से जुड़ा इस जहाँ के मौला पर दुनिया ना चाहा I

रचना :प्रशांत

Human, a Cleric and a Poor Constitution

 Two met in a debate
 Two sat for a debate
 To find out that God,
 To weed out from Gods
 To value out that God...

One keeps that in nature
 Sees that in nature
 Finds that from nature
 Of humans and from nature

 Other searches and preaches
 Code them in rituals,
slokas of Gita, Bible and Quran
Grabs that as his very own

 Travels far and wide
 Save more to add more
 For his human pride
and for Converts Human way of life

 As time passes by,
 Clerics keep racing
 Blessing those souls
To wear that Crown
Designed for, by his God
With kings by their sides
 To tax the non-followers

 Time moves, faith moves
 Free to elect your kings
 A Constitution is born
To Secure those faiths
, And for those not in the faiths
 Of natural justice,
 A law for a nation

Humans are of graded purity
 Clergies differ as islands of faiths
 Stiffer they remain to create
 One nation of diverse justice
 For the same passion
 For the same crime .....

 Cleric, Brahman by birth
 Anointed supreme as a judge
 To read wishes of their God
He recites from the past
 Future Gods reside there
 For Human and my Racial pride…

 Kings of your gods, Claiming they (clerics) sermon
Natural to be different in justice
 As they are breeds apart
Who Differ in their Gods .......


बस ज़िंदगी कुछ ऐसी हो जाए!

बस ज़िंदगी कुछ ऐसी  हो जाए..... भलाई हो किसीकि,

 मौत काम कर जाए किसिके काम आए,

 जिंदगी बीत जाए बस,

 ज़िंदगी कुछ ऐसी हो जाए.....

 बस ज़िंदगी कुछ ऐसी हो जाए.....

 रोक ना पाए यह समय बीत जाए

 ना साधु ना ख़ुदग़र्ज़ कहलाए बस ज़िंदगी कुछ ऐसी हो जाए.....

रचना : प्रशांत 

Monday, 4 September 2017

Ooh Rains!

Ooh Rains

Thy make the sky beautiful
Below Earth wears a soulful green
Springs life and hope in no time
Sensex leaps in joy
Hoping a wealth in that sky...

Ooh Rains
U made this journey wet and warm
Granary betting bumper draw
Markets faith you with bet
Monsoon steps as Bollywood Beats

By: Prashant

Religious State!

They are the life for your lives
Armed with guns and emotions
Dropping as sermons of God
Powerful descendants they claim
To build a heaven of more even.
They lead and loud they say
Bigger than the states, we are
The future and the peace
The designer of the pure race...
Empire of religion , a new Kingdom
Be harnessed by blessed rulers
God's chosen few we are
Divide your souls ooh commoners
Peace treaty is fought over wars.....

By: Prashant

At times I wonder ...

At times I wonder
The Race and the Blood
Once known as warriors
Of truth and sword
For those who Conquered
Only to surrender
Why it is silenced
When poisoned and plundered...
Sons of soil are you lesser men ??
Begging FDI is for nation's gain
Being human but democratic men
You elect your king, shower them fame
Surname Dalit is why they claim to fame...
Family is for ever, Throne forever
The leader breeds divides
Social engineering the slogan reads
Divide them more as they are your own
New Chanakya preacher sermons
Let nation sway to capitalist clowns....
Man is born and lost in the race
Free market has visible hands
" Live more than equal "
Mantra to survive and lead
Freedom to enjoy or destroy
Innovates the manly pride
No more the same man
That Mother holds in Pride 
No more the same man                                                                              
He is born to stride

By: Prashant

Tuesday, 30 May 2017

Leaving a Will!

Times struck hard Lonely thunders, lonely altar 
Growing old isolated Thoughts shroud me cover, uncover Grown in Bondage one part , 
Also Unknowns blessed And not seek their part History of suffrage seeded in mind
For me and them Pricks me awake and close Am I living thousand deaths Or that Dying moments I fail to live...... 
Before I leave as I pray Will is difficult to ink it dark Bequeathed to generous souls,
Taught me what to wonder Against hardliners wish Epitaphs lives on borrowed lines "Love You ALL", Will, I may forget to draft
By: Prashant