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Vikas Gupta Poem
That Saturday,
Was very much like
any other Saturday for me,
wasting myself onto some useless news
in unusual heat of Delhi at this time of year on my
own route, sitting in front on the right lane of bus on way to
college, killing the morning, unlike loosing on the rear far from ‘crowd’
I always love to ‘hate’, until a GIRL came from nowhere and sat very next to me.
I rose my
Head for less to a
Second before going onto
the paper which was all over me,
just able to see her black coat of fur, a diary
in her hand, a face similar to a lonely canvas & as lifeless
as a piece of sand, half long hairs lean back with eyes black before
bright,’unwillingly’ sad looking lost in this air searching her existence in silence.
Refraining
her presence, I
was calm telling myself
not to see the tears coming out
from her heart may be because eyes were
too dry to feel the grief somewhere hidden on those
messages of her mobile, breaking her before me, I wanted
to assure her, to help her but I was no one to her but a ‘complete stranger’.
She looked
towards me, when
I was watching the road
after my window and went into
her diary the moment I turned to see her
face which was only half seen from the place I was
held , feeling as if the time is dead and things stood still, waiting
for me to say few words to her or telling her to gather herself far from me.
She stood
up with her diary
and before I could stop
or let her go, she walked away,
leaving the bus, the ‘loneliness’ she was in,
leaving her ‘tears’ on me, walking to something she
needs to reach when I wanted to run away from her, I wanted
to run to her but failed in both, I now remembers only ‘THE HALF FACE’.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………by VG!!
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Vikas Gupta Poem
Why we have missiles?
To get them rusted in some iron containers,
And to do nothing when we continue to loose our men,
children in ghastly act done by coward soldiers of terrorists.
Why we have army, air-force & navy when we don’t have courage,
To fight that bastard who is responsible for every tear of my eye.
I hate dying like this again & again after every ridicules shot of those
Terrorists, if they want to kill me, kill me before me but not after me.
My life has changed because of that hidden enemy, I get checked
Every time I go to my metro or library as if I am not a human being
But an object, I am tired of this life; you may not see the chains I am in,
But let me tell you, I am not free.
They kill me in bus, train, market, plane; they kill me in hotel, road, beach and
Lane. They kill me anywhere they want and I get killed easily and always.
If it’s only me who has to get killed every time and everywhere then why not
In a bigger occasion like a war then to find a bomb in my own car.
Enough is enough ……….. I want WAR.
This time I am not going to blame any minister, politician, officer,
Policeman or even my enemies.
If it’s my fate to live like this, I am going to accept it and fight against it,
To either win my life or loose it, bravely.
When my GOD send me to this earth, he didn’t told me that I have to
Live in such a great fear and uncertainty.
That means he wanted me to enjoy life free & fearless and going by his
Choice, I will not leave myself on the mercy of some ill-minded men.
I miss the song of sparrow in this noise of guns; I miss the smell of air which is
choked by the smoke of burning layers, I miss all the things I used to do freely
when I was small and I wish my earth would not have had to face these
days but I know life will never be the same again as it was.
This is not that kind of world; I would like to leave behind me for my children,
And to the people who will come on this land after me.
Its time to act, to do what is needed and to kill the killers before we get killed.
My patience has crossed the bar.
We cannot afford this ‘peace’ …………….I want WAR.
[Throughout the poem I- stands for INDIAN not for the poet]
………………………………………………………………………….by every INDIAN not only VG!!
Epilogue
After the Mumbai attack on 26-29 November 2008 the poet was shattered, he was crying, he was angry, frustrated and wanted to launch a war on terrorists.
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Vikas Gupta Poem
If I could love you like I want,
You would find these distances too small...
If I could send you lovely roses,
You would have no place to keep them all.
Every night when I dream, I see we are miles apart.
Every time when I scream, I find you far from heart.
If I could fly and reach you when I like,
There would be no second time to fly.
If I could have you once in my life,
I would have no regrets when I die.
Every night when I dream, I see we are miles apart.
Every time when I scream, I find you far from heart.
If I could tell you what I feel,
You would have nothing else to know.
If I could live without a soul,
I would have enjoyed rain and snow.
Every night when I dream, I see we are miles apart.
Every time when I scream, I find you far from heart.
If I could paint a new world for us,
We never would have to be alone.
If forgetting you was any easy,
I would have changed my nerve and bone.
Every night when I dream, I see we are miles apart.
Every time when I scream, I find you far from heart.
But this won’t make me love you any less,
I will be your guy, you will be my lass.
I will love you forever and forever...forever and forever.
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