Versatile Soul

  The journey of my poems Some of them gush out as an outburst of emotions Others cling in my head as a punch line Many are result of unconscious observation Some are based on my values and inclination But each of them is special As a conversation with myself Reflection on society and communication between like minded folks They reveal my concerns, my desires, my fears, my state of mind My encrypted secrets, my fantasy and obviously my love too

  Bas itni dur ki mere ghar k saath na dekha jaye Bas itna ki durgandh mere ghar na aaye Bas itna ki jhuti shekhi reh jaye Bas itna dur karne se hi sahi galat ki bhi duri mit jaati h Nazarandaaz kar har kuch apni kamiya bhi bhulna di jaati h

Nowadays   Houses are mistaken for home The interior design is proudly outsourced What else can explain a ready-to-move-in home, we pay for Expect the walls in each room customized For every family member While talking away rights Of children to doodle on them Or an elders tremor staining them Don’t you feel such houses are based more on market trends rather than The likes and needs of family members When the house is more of a status symbol Rather than your own cosy private space When they are indicators of progress Of material possession that ranks a family in social space When they are bigger than your needs When they are filled with furniture Just bought to utilize space and not to be used The house that was supposed to be Occupied and turned into a home These days come decked up with Art on its wall that rarely represents people living in there Rather is an attempt to either intimidate others or to fit in a social class And the little art sculptures on the shelf Sadly have no ...

I can still give you advise on precautions you must take Without you knowing that I missed to take many when needed As my bad experience doesn't disqualify me I would use it as a weapon to save you & myself from self pity

Pyar toh bahut log karte h Par tum.... kuch alag hi karte ho Jitna humne pyar ko samja tha Tum usse bhi kaafi badhkar karte ho Kuch log jatate h isse alfazon mein Tum sirf uska nayab ehsaas dilya karte ho Aur ye anubhav bhi itna anmol h Ki mere tark fikke pad jate h Phir jane kyun hum darr jate h Aur chah k bhi apni mushkil tumse na keh pate h Tum haath pakad mushkil se nikal loge Par hum madad mangne se hi katrate h Aisa nahi ki bharosa nahi h tum pe Bas khud se uljhan suljhane mein lag jate h

He does not know what it means to be a feminist though he seems to me like one. As, he is happy to see an independent women, he encourages learning skills irrespective of gender,  he respects women as leader, he dissuades his spouse from taking the pain of waxing/threading, he accepts the real human body of a women and has no fancy expectations. Unaware he gives a glimpse of feminism in practice when he is kind and treats all equally, when he is supporting his daughter, sister or wife unconditionally, when he takes a stand against gender stereotyping, when he condemn misogynic cussing, when he is not insecure of her progress, when he chooses to ignore the vulnerability & takes pride in her body. He still won't agree to be a feminist as the word is so negatively popularized. To him his feminism is well covered in humanism, and so he practices it unaware. Men like him are gem and yes sadly rare.