Monday, May 2, 2016

सोने की कीमत

वह कहते है की सोना महंगा हो गया है ,
सोना क्या, यहाँ जीना महंगा हो गया है,
चार का चावल आज चालीस में बिक रहा है,
दो वक़्त की रोटी  के लिए, आज पूरा इंसान बिक है।

पर क्या जीना और सोना,
सच में महंगा हो गया है?

पाँच रुपये में,
रस्सी का फन्दा बांध,
ज़िन्दगी का कर अंत,
हम अंतकाल तक सो सकते है।

जीने का तोह पता नहीं,
पर बरसो बाद आज, ज़िन्दगी और सोना सस्ता हुआ है।

~स्नेह, प्रकाश, और सत्य;
हसरत बनारसी

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Noise Of Silence

No matter how much, in our defense, we raise our voice,
our silence on oppression, will still have a higher noise,
as it fails to address,
the plight of beings whom we oppress.

Of their oppression,
not a word has been spoken,
as it would have woken,
our sleeping conscience.

Why are we so afraid and shy,
of talking about the pain and the cries,
of the beings whom we oppress days and nights,
about whose suffering we are so criminally quite.

Why are we failing to understand,
that with every passing moment of our silence,
on them, we are only furthering the violence,
which they are unable to stand.

Why are we too timid to say,
that because of oppression, every life lost,
has an inherently high cost,
which we will be unable to pay.

Why are we failing to apprehend,
that every silence,
has a noise,
which we won't be able to stand.



~Caritas, Lux et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Bachpan

बच्पन की दोस्ती कितनी हसींन होती है,
इसमें लेन-देन का नहीं होता हिसाब,
दोस्तों की ख़ुशी से खुश होते,
और उनके गम से उदास।
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चाहे ले लो हमसे हमारा धन सारा,
पर लौटा दो हमे बच्पन हमारा,
बहुत जी लिए हमने यह मनहूस जवानी के दिन,
थोड़ी मासूमियत और थोड़ी नादानी के बिन।

बहुत याद आते हैं हमे वह दिन पुराने,
दोस्तों के साथ बीतें वह पल सुहाने,
वह ख़्वाबों को पा लेने की उमीद,
वह रातों की चैन की नींद।

ले लो हमसे यह झूठी शान-ओ-शौखत,
और बदले में दे दो हमे भोले से चेहरे पे वह प्यारी सी मुस्कुहराहट,
वह शाम-सवेरे मीलों घूमना,
वह गिरना और फिर शंभालना।

जब हमे न था किसी से बैर,
और हम मांगते तेह सब की खैर,
क्या लौटा सकते हो हमे वह दिन,
हमे बताओ, ऐ अल्लाद्दीन के जीन।

~स्नेह, ज्ञान और सत्य;
एक अज्ञात कवि। 

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Utopia

We are working to make a better world,
in reality, and not just in word,
where suffering, hatred, and crime,
will only occur ,in our prose and rhyme,
where all the wars of the world will cease,
and the world will witness an eternal peace,
where the world will not be broken up, into narrow domestic walls,
and where we will embrace, with an open heart, one and all,
where no two or more person will indulge in a fight,
and no one will be the reason ,for other's fright,
where no one will be jealous or full of spite,
and none will deprive others, of their right,
where discrimination based on gender, race, and caste,
will no longer last,
where the world will have enough bread,
so that everyone can go to bed, well fed,
where every person will have a bed to sleep,
and shoulders of loved ones ,to rest and weep,
where there will be enough books for everyone, so that every head,
will not only be well-traveled, but also be well-read,
where people will have enough resources to meet their genuine need,
and not their illegitimate greed,
where the word 'compassion',
will no longer be just a lexicon,
where we will work for the well-being of aught,
for every animal, humans or not,
where we will take all necessary  measure,
to protect the animals .who are harmed for our pleasure,
where we will make sure,
that every ailment is cured,
where not only the justice shall,
be delivered to one and all,
but also the steps will be taken,
so that no injustice ever happens,
where we will prevent environment from destruction,
and save species from extinction,
where with the help of technology and science,
we will live with modern convenience,
where every person will take part,
not only in sports, but also in art,
where millions of miles we will travel,
and  unearth all the universal marvels,
and where we will witness  birth of  light,
in the darkest hour of the night.

~Caritas, Lux, et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Couplets

During the time of global distress,
when the whole world is in a mess,
some wish for death, some pray for help,
while some themselves becomes a help. (29th June, 2015)

Life is hard, cruel, and long,
celebrate it with poetry, music, and song. (28th June, 2015)

I live to sing, dance, and write,
and to put an end to the bloody fight. (27th June, 2015)

Seeing the illogical statements non-Vegans make,
in defense of their use of leather, dairy and steak,
I am unable to decide whether to laugh or to cry,
or to jump off the cliff out of shame, and die. (21st June, 2015)

Spread the music of violin,
not the scream of violence. (26th May, 2015)

Nuptial bond should not be a bondage,
it should not be forced on people who are underage,
non-consensual marriage is nothing but a cage,
please end child-marriage. (25th May, 2015)

I see killing and suffering every where,
and find that for others no one really cares,
let's end this apathy for once and forever,
so that in this world no one has to suffer ever. (23rd May, 2015)

I dream of a world where there won't be any troubled times,
so that everyone can be happy, and can sing, dance, and rhyme,
where people won't just look forward to survive,
but where they will pursue their dreams, and thrive. (22nd May, 2015)

Non-human animals too are afraid of death,
they fight for their lives till their last breath,
like us, they do not want to die,
"humane" slaughter is a blatant lie. (17th May, 2015)

I am so in love with rhymes,
that for it I'll commit any crime. (17th May, 2015)

We are nothing but a prey,
of the God to whom we pray.

To you I will humbly say,
that keep this maniac at bay. (16th May, 2015)

Let the clouds rain,
and let your dream reign. (16th May, 2015)

Take out your blinders,
please be a little kinder,
animals do not belong on platter,
get conscious, their lives do matter. (16th May, 2015)

~Caritas, Lux, et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.

Friday, June 5, 2015

Birthday Greeting! (Peace Advocate)

The stars are shining and the moon is bright,
as today is the birthday of bringer of light,
so let us all join in and celebrate,
the birthday of a peace advocate.

You were born to turn darkness into light,
to make everything go right,
to make a dull person bright,
and to put an end to everyone's plight.

We wish you a very Happy Birthday, my dear,
and wish that you be celebrated for many more years,
and to great heights may you always rise,
and always be happy, healthy, cheerful, and wise.

Joyeux anniversaire!

~Caritas, Lux, et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Mother

Oh mother, I can't tell thee how happy I am for thou,
as however in pain thou may be, thine condition is thousand fold better than that of a cow,
who in India is considered to be the holy mother,
but whose condition is not even a slightest better than that of an insect living in a gutter.

Thou must be thankful to thy luck,
that on the day of thy baby's birth, from thou he wasn't plucked,
and kept in a small crate till he is few weeks old and killed for veal,
without even thinking for a second that how woeful thou may feel.

While to give the most exclusive food to her child, mothers all around the world strive,
a mother cow, with sad eyes sees that her calves art from their own mother's milk being deprived,
so that her human counterpart can feed their lust on the milk that's not morally theirs,
which verily is not at all just or fair.

Today, while the mothers all around the world art being treated with respect,
their non-human counterparts art being treated merely as an object,
who art made to give birth just to fulfill their greed,
and at the death of the day, when they art no more useful, they art made to bleed.

People today art commemorating their own mother,
while ill-treating every other,
by consuming the flesh, skin and the milk that was not their own,
but of a mother's issue, who art in pain letting out a long, deep moan.

Meat, dairy, egg and animal skin,
which tears apart a mother from her kin,
art an insult to motherhood,
and to stop it, I will do all that I should.

In order to show my respect to thou,
I today take a solemn vow,
to free from cage every mother,
mine as well as other's.

To thou, oh lady and sire, I maketh an appeal,
that from a mother do naught steal,
her issue who art her only treasure,
merely for the sake of a moment's pleasure.

To all those who speaketh that I shouldst respect mother,
only mine's and naught other's,
I speaketh that a mother is a mother, thine as well as mine,
as well as of a bovine, canine, feline or a swine.

Oh mother, the world speaketh that I should celebrate how thou is related to me,
as if in this world, that is the only importance of thee,
but I think that we should celebrate the kind on person thou art,
and how in the betterment of this world thou plays a significant part.




~Caritas, Lux et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.

Monday, April 6, 2015

Birthday Greetings!! (Mother)

Many happy returns of the day, Mother,
like you, is there any other?
I think there is none,
as the best is limited to one.

I wish you happiness, today and everyday,
what else can I say?
As I confess,
that whatever I can say,
will be less.

Being a teacher, you have taught,
the compassion the world ought,
to know to make the world a better place,
for every caste, creed, gender, species and race.

You are the greatest person I have ever known,
as to the world you have shown,
that kindness is not just a lexicon,
but the way the things are done.

Happy Birthday!!


Caritas, Lex et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.

Friday, March 27, 2015

The Men In The Mask

Two men in uniform came by to ask,
about the whereabouts of men in the mask,
whom I know very well,
as they live not far from where I dwell.

They said that they are men of terror,
which to me seemed to be full of error,
as I know them to be compassionate men,
who have risked their lives to save many cows, dogs and hen.

They said that they are the chief,
of a group of vandals and thieves,
who break their ways into slaughterhouses and fur-farms,
in order to liberate animals from the jaws of harm.

They free the animals marked for death from their cages,
which cause business owner millions in damage,
which is considered to be a great crime,
as in this world instead of lives money is considered to be prime.

These men who are animal carer,
who works for the well-being of others,
of whose suffering nobody bothers,
are being termed as men of terror.

These men who fill you with awe,
are facing terror charge,
and are wanted by the law,
but are still at large.

They will finally be apprehended,
and will be wrongfully prosecuted,
and consequently be executed,
for protecting those who are not to be protected.

The law is illegally controlled by the businesses,
which use it as according to their selfishness,
and alter them as and when they please,
keeping law enforcement on a leash.

We live in such a dreadful time,
where compassion is considered to be an unpardonable crime,
where we prosecute those who liberate innocent lives,
on the back of whose suffering we illegitimately thrive.


~Caritas, Lux et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Are We Free

Are we free when we make others a slave,
or for their suffering when we crave,
or for them when we dig-up a grave,
or when we are tyrant's fave?

We are free,
only when we are able to see,
that when we enslave other,
we are as a salve as t'other.

We are free,
only when we able to make others flee,
the center of their atrocity,
and safeguard them from other's ferocity.

We are free,
only when we are able to be,
a better person,
and stop making other's plight worsen.

We are free,
only when we stop justifying the,
wrong doings of ours,
that inflict wounds leaving scars.

~Caritas, Lux et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.