If only

you were
an imaginary dot,
redeeming me from
the whiff of
what and whatnot;
veiling the contours
that outline
distraught dreams
and 'mull over' diaries'
reveling not in hindsight
but in my forethought;
and imbibing the unsaid
code for survival
between delicate dandelions
and not so delicate trees,
if only you were
an imaginary dot;
i could have made
peace with my memories.

बंद मुट्ठी और संवेदना

दस उँगलियाँ,
दो मुट्ठी
और, हर मुट्ठी में
उबलती संवेदना;
कभी इधर लुढ़कती;
कभी उधर ठुलकती;
सुलगती उँगलियो के बीच,
बाहर निकलने को पलटती;
लाखो बिलखती चींटियाँ
करंट बनके दौड़ती;
हर नृशंश अत्याचार की
कहानी को जोडती;
दमन के विरोध में
उठेंगी हथेलियाँ;
'इन्कलाब जिंदाबाद'
गाते चल पड़ेंगे मस्ताने बेलियाँ;
ताले लगाओ या पहरे बिठाओ,
फौलादी किलो में
कब बंदी बनी संवेदना;
जनम से ही सीखा जिसने,
चक्रव्यूह को भेदना
इतराते हो अपनी
ताकत पर बहुत तुम;
ज़माना देखेगा अब,
बंद मुट्ठियो का बोलना,
'दम है तो रोक कर दिखाओ ,
मेरी आत्मा का मुझे झकझोरना !'

The Republic and the Third Spectacle

let me repeat what i just read,

"Indians celebrated a

peaceful 61st Republic Day...

undaunted by terror threats,

Maoist shutdowns,

separatist boycotts or

even the morning fog

that blanketed New Delhi"

and the day was marked by;

'a solemn start of

a colourful spectacle'

by the coming together of

our President, Prime Minister,

and the President of South Korea.

Few minutes ago,

I met yet another outlander

cornered by the elite agora;

cringing, humiliated

having lost its steel to Posco,

which possibly is vying to be

the new UNESCO,

Indian Republic then, a victim of symbolic violence

now, a victim of real vehemence

quickly handed me 
the news report, the film

and a t-shirt that appealed

'Save me from operation Green Hunt'

with a look both

apprehensive and affront,

it is precisely then that

I had the 'goose flesh moment'

designed by

the State and the market economy

when I found

Debord's Third Spectacle

laughing at me!

The Newsreport

On Posco and Struggle in Orissa
For Debord and Spectacle

Audience decry

in times now

We the people;

have goose bumps,

as you play devil's advocate

in the big fight between

state and people;

Some hard talk,

is all; what you assume

audience find adequate;

and as the verdict unfolds,

we see you grappal

with drama and conflict;

staging a trial

for one amongst us

who dared to be the convict.

bringing; your side of the story;

in your language; through

your lens; enacting public debate.

We see your zest

and the swell of your chest

at each smart line that

market-media-state define

but, as the plot thickens

you sign off;

blurring the might of the ethics

with ethics of the might;

and,we wonder if

you would, for once, allow us

to sing our very own song; titled,

'why did you think,

Nandigram was the experiment that went wrong?'

Check out: Karan Thapar in conversation with Dr. Binayak Sen
and a response, 'Dialogue of the deaf' by Sevanti Ninan

Also, see: 'The economics, politics and ethics of non violence' by Radha D'Souza

Green Hunt

who are these maoists
whose heart carry the fire
of a soul ripped out;
and hands hold the embers;
of life beyond doubt,
when gold is mined out;
and half of us
wage an operation
on the other half
like;
goa, mehdiganj, plachimara;
narmada, bhopal, chengara;
feeding into the voices
drowned by slogan 'development'
like;
kashipur, srinagar, tehri,
singur, nandigram, niyamgiri,
pushing the walls against
might and money,
who are these maoists
also nicknamed naxalites
is he one, many or few?
and why to them is
Green Hunt dedicated;
do they love this land
more than we do?