Ego is I

A rich tycoon murders his watchman with his car because he was a few minutes late in opening the gate. Patience, love, compassion seem to be dying so is perhaps our humanity. we award anger with recognition, the famous Arnab Goswami is a living example.

Have you checked recently ? where do you stand on the anger scale.

The beast awake,
I sleep,
looking at me my self curls in fright,
destruction dances on the table
reasons not needed
ego is all that I am
hate does not exist,
anger rides on pride,
the havenots become nothing but fodder,
they live in a space that does not exist,
anger is a privilege to them
death due to reason a consolation prize,
nothingness comes to those who live under a line
which defines poverty
They die as the dirt trampled by the prized bull in a fight

These Beasts are our Children.

When it becomes a everyday affair it becomes routine. The rapes, murder and the blatant disregard for a woman's life. It is a every day affair, nobody cares a damn but the moment a group of men use expletives against people who were perfectly fine about it there is hell an uproar.
Why the hell do you blame the government only ? you are sick in your head. India has a rich culture of diverse literature which was never hauled up in moral court before.
Why is it happening now. Is our education system failing ? are our children not brought up to think for themselves to appreciate the existence of a plethora of creative expression. Are we bringing up opinionated idiots who in this day and age of shortcuts dont want to invest in expanding their understanding of this universe and are satiated with being told " what the nation wants to know " at 9p.m every night and that becomes their opinion. Or they tag the line of the next trending opinion left or right doesnt matter.
When a nation stops thinking and tows the line being preached without individual thought that is when we know that hell is just a few miles away.
Hitler was able to do what he did because the people towed his line without a independent thought. In this day and age when the worlds knowledge is at your finger tips we are so engrossed in that virtual candy on your phone that we are not able to find ten minutes to read the newspaper.
Knowledge makes us human without the philosophy of elevated thought without the foundation of intellectual hunger  we are nothing but animals. A fact which is emphasized daily when men haul and tear apart a human being to satiate their basic needs. 

मन Magician

 मन  कसे  विचित्र  अस्त ,

आठविणींच्या धगयात गुंतून बस्ते 

a day and more it just gathers,

कुठे  तेरी  दूर  डोळे लावून कुझते 

today seems like a dream,

tomorrow much more a reality,

अज़च्या लूपा  छुपीत  आपले  धीर सोडते 

मन  कसे  विचित्र  अस्त ,

आठविणींच्या धगयात गुंतून बस्ते 

I wish I could wish my heart away,

wake up and not hear it play

wants, desires, hurt, longing 

उभे असतात  घेऊन  आप  आपले  प्रश्न 

त्यांचे कलाकार  जाब  विचारतत 

मनाला  कोंडून  ठेवतात 

Believe that you are free,

hold your faith in nothing but reality,

facts are more peaceful than fiction,

the hearts desires are a sadistic magician.

 मन  कसे  विचित्र  अस्त ,

आठविणींच्या धगयात गुंतून बस्ते

The inspiration  for this poem was a group called max-meet social a poetry club in thane which gets together every month to share their passion for poetry. In an era when poetry is a dying art, It was an exhilarating experience to see the love of the art alive and thriving

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