Highway

A deserted Highway

Abandoned cars and trucks

Badly burnt

At middle of nowhere

No trace of survivors

No trace of hooligans

A story unfolded

In fields nearby

Scattered feminine attires

 And inner wears

Villagers nearby

Revealed the horror

The loot and the battering

Abductions and rapes

Desperate run to save lives

Refuge and silence

Longest wait for the dawn

Of freedom

In the jail of night

As lust and greed

Hid behind the thuggery

To chase down innocence

And erase the evidence

Journeys of joy

Turned out as nightmares

Home remained so far away

Scars of night accompanied

The escape journey

Justice remained beyond reach

As defenders of law remained

Inaccessible 

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Lost Love

A journey from chaos to silence was agonizingly slow

A journey from oblivion to smile was surprisingly brisk

The distance between the silence and smile is daunting 

Time flies with vanishing memories and withered bond

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Anti-National

I am an Anti-National

I don’t pretend my country or cow as my mother

I prefer to give that respect to my mother alone

I am an Anti-National

I don’t worship a saffron terrorist Godse as Patriot  

I admire Gandhi and millions of freedom fighters

I am an Anti-National

I don’t visit RSS shakha to learn about AkhandaBharat

I am fascinated about the formation of Indian Union

I am an Anti-National

I don’t eulogize Sanskrit or Hindi to become a nationalist

I love my mother tongue and stand for all Indian languages

I am an Anti-National

I don’t feel threatened by minorities and other ideologists

I rather bother about hatred spewing rioters and criminals

I am an Anti-National

I don’t use tri-color to force Indians to prove their patriotism

I can’t imagine a saffron flag representing India in my lifetime

I am an Anti-National

I don’t endorse emergency under Indira Gandhi decades go

I believe in Indian constitution and democracy, nothing else

I am an Anti-National

I don’t think, our government should benefit only corporates

I wish for social welfare support and opportunities to all Indians

I am an Anti-National

I don’t think, any innocent Indian should be jailed for sedition

 I wish that our government could nab some deadly criminals   

I am an Anti-National

I don’t think, I have to prove my patriotism to rioters and haters

I wish they could stop killing fellow Indians and help Indian farmers

I am an Anti-National

I don’t plan to go to Pakistan, just to make newbie patriots happy

I was born here, I will live here and I want to die here, when I am old 

I am an Anti-National

I don’t want to identify myself as anything but a normal Indian

I prefer being an Anti-national than a saffron blinded nationalist

#IamAntiNational 

Reliving - Into the Wild

Sometimes it feels, 
The woods are warmer ,
Than the coldblooded society, 
a small hobbit and a fireplace, 
a small garden aside a stream, 
somewhere far in a lonely valley,
with some sheeps for company,
life will be whole lot simpler ,
with nothing to prove,
nothing to gain,
nothing to lose,
no bonds, no chains
no hope, no expectations
no deadlines,no appeasement
just an idyllic journey amidst nature

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Asylum

Asylum

A bordered world

Patrolled by armed men

Radars, fighter planes, and ships

Seeking the blood of perceived enemies

Yet some of them breach the borders to bomb

Imaginary or futuristic threats away from the shores

Taking innocent lives for no fault of theirs, but for greed

Dismantling the lives of millions in their own homelands

By making them refugees at the mercy of neighbors

Brave hearts risk their lives and march with a hope

Through tough terrains battling adverse weathers

Militants, Traffickers, rogue patrols and open sea  

Holding breath against death at times of trouble

To reach a faraway safe land to start lives again 

Seeking asylum away from shattered homeland

To live, work, and save every penny they can    

To build a nest of safe future for themselves

And for uplifting lives of the loved ones left behind

With a wish for reunion someday in the new shore 

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This poem is a part of A2Z series of poems