The last Vessel

The white folk with a clean armor and well forged sword;
Buried in the ocean, but the cold revived the soul;
Stumpy little fella dove into the water stirring his way in from the light to dark;
Drowned he is, but not dead;
Shovels saved the sharp sword,
Water seemed so dark and dull, he screamed and swam to the island; squintingly felt the light again,
The rays then started to burn the skin, the eyes still squinting, the sands provoking to dive again;
Harsh reality of light and brightness drifting him again;
The value and worth of a man trifling like a sand, the evolution taking us back to a land; land of leviathan ruling over others, fear and pressure and lust and dishonesty; dancing like a tipsy, slaughtering like a gypsy.
He has swum back into the ocean finding the place he was buried in;
There he is; the stumpy little kid resting in the hushed corner;
He looked around and discern; he left the last empty vessel of the ocean.

Enormity

Was I sleeping or it was just normal?
Did the temple make any difference or we expected more efficacy from it than it has;
Why is there a need of a janitor(chawkidar) when there is no gate to limitations;
These colourful monuments; orange, white and green are covered within a dark sky with no significance of the sun.
Oh! you innocent people, unwittingly searching for the cure that has been burnt to death;
The 26 years of struggle for the significance of our Ram went purposeless when the demons scared the hell of Ravana.
Let’s see how many years will we be able to fire the candle to burn the demons that are within and outside of us.


RISHAV

The song of the battle

I was searching for an answer;
I found a blood stain on the floor…

My eyes; wider and worried!
The Voices of my head were haunting me,
Clear was the aim; wound him or kill him?
Are the wounds better than death?
We can hear the scars crying and singing;
We can hear it singing till sinking,
Whereas the sunk is mitigated, the ocean gets wet and soaked,
Drowned he must be, but resting till the elastoplast opens.
Healing, forgetting and forgiving!
That night, the asterism belonged to him,
The whole night must he twinkle and forecast the world its salvation,
Only he can do that, he is the most integrated, he is the most communal,
His God is “death” and his life is “living”,
His life is dead and his God is living.

I was searching for an answer;
I found a blood stain on the floor
After fifty years, my wounds are yet bleeding;
I can yet hear the screeches and howls,
All these years, I knew the answers, but I didn’t discover,
My armour betrayed me and I betrayed myself.
I wanna go back to the war,
I wanna go back to the stars.


RISHAV

End of a Decade Or End of an Autonomy

The situation in our country is declining every day and days are getting colder than nights. people are fighting for their rights, students are protesting, cops are questioning their-selves for the need of doing the things they are doing. NRC and CAA protests have grown up to a level where nobody can just ignore the facts and pass the matter. Firstly, we need to know about this NRC and CAA.

What does NRC mean?

The National Register of Citizens (NRC) is a register maintained by the Government of India containing names and certain relevant information for identification of all genuine Indian citizens. The register was first prepared after the 1951 Census of India and since then it has not been updated till recently.

In Assam, one of the basic criteria was that the names of applicant’s family members should either be in the first NRC prepared in 1951 or in the electoral rolls up to March 24, 1971. Other than that, applicants also had the option to present documents such as refugee registration certificate, birth certificate, LIC policy, land and tenancy records, citizenship certificate, passport, government issued license or certificate, bank/post office accounts, permanent residential certificate, government employment certificate, educational certificate and court records. Now, the people who are excluded from the list will have the option to present their case before foreigners’ tribunals and if one loses there then they can further move to the higher and supreme court respectively to defend their-selves from becoming a foreigner. If we talk about the cases then there are too many cases of NRC in the 100-foreigner tribunal in Assam leading to a burden and exhausting hours for the courts. Now, suppose someone loses in the court then there are detention camps that are being made with a capacity of 3000. It is basically another term for jail where people have to live and die; they will not have the right to travel any other country and every other fundamental right will get forbidden for them. Now is the time when CAB (citizen amendment bill) plays its part.

What is citizen amendment bill?

It is a bill that has the power to provide citizenship to the people who have been excluded from the NRC. The people from the various religion like Hindu, Parsi, Isai, Sikh, Jain, and Buddhism coming from the country like Afghanistan, Pakistan, Bangladesh before 31st December 2014 will be given the citizenship of the nation. Also, if these people of the above countries are facing genuine discrimination and problems then they might also get provided the citizenship of the country and enjoy the further rights and necessities. Now, the most important thing that there is in the bill is that the Muslim community has entirely been excluded from the list that means no Muslim has rights to enjoy CAB according in the way it is. Whether it be the people of the country or the outsiders; if they are Muslim, they will have to face the challenges that has been made. Any person coming from a Muslim background will have to show their documents in order to avoid the witting consequences.

Now as the bill has been passed from the Lok Sabha and Rajya Sabha and the president has as well permitted the bill; it is an act now i.e., citizen amendment act CAA. The one and most prominent thing in the CAA which is the exclusion of the Muslims has taken this protest to a different level. Staring at the protest we just cannot ignore the way this protest has made its figure in some places and it has become very important to conclude and clear the whole gibberish as soon as possible. Government should answer to every question that are being asked by the people protesting in the country. They should answer that why the issues of GDP and unemployment are getting less prioritized and suddenly the whole country is forced to talk about an issue that has no ground at this point of time in a down falling country. Government must answer that how are they going to provide the basic needs to the outsiders who are getting benefited from the NRC and CAA and are bringing their roof to India. How will they get jobs, shelter and rights in a place where our own brothers are jobless and country is facing a bad period. Also answer the most basic theory to exclude Muslim community from the bill and creating these riots at the very time when verdict of Ram Mandir case had just come a few days ago. Do the government do this knowingly or do just they ignore the circumstances and want to regulate this democracy. Every news channels have deflected the topic of telecast. Everyone has forgotten Hyderabad, GDP, unemployment and other many important issues that once were on demand. How the poorer class of this country who have no set of documents will show their birthmarks; they are in a search of food to eat three times and we are talking about searching for their grandparent’s documents. In India around 66% people didn’t vote in the election held in 2014 and many people don’t have Aadhar card and voter id because they have not been facilitated well, so how can possibly they provide every detail that honestly have very less significance at this stage in our country.

Assam as well is suffering from this problem in many different ways, ignoring the detention camps the major issue for the protest in Assam is also the demolition of assamese in Assam. Due to this policy there can be many interference of non assamese in Assam that will lead to making assamese a minority on their own land. Now consider this happening in your own state like Bihar, UP, etc. would you be able to tolerate this?

Also, it is very important for the protesters to maintain the dignity of the protest and democracy. Same goes for the officials who are assigned with a duty and can’t just backstep themselves. Any search for a solution should not lead to another complication. Keep the work going in an agreeable and educative manner. New year must be happy and democratic.

What if they were never really there.

What if you were not alone, but lonely.

What if you were insomniac when every time you had that dream.

What if you were dominating yourself while gaining the submiss.

While writing for others, you figured out your dead soul has written something undying for yourself.

Do you even know the difference between laughing and crying?

Did you find the key you were searching?

They have left nothing, but a big zero for you.

You have to understand it, the zero you see is a big circle depicting the labyrinth you are trapped in.

You have to cut it, you have to make your way out.

The zero will be your Garland, your wheel towards your wholeness, accept it and make it yours.

You might forget laughing, but you will learn to smile perfectly.

You will keep your head down, but will be able to see the right road for you.

The pain will smile, the scars will shine, you might cry, but it will heal you.

Bliss to the soul who faked

And those who remained

Running away from so many mirrors brought me here; here in the middle of the ocean.

Standing naked and alone.

Each and every part of my body was tattooed;

Some depict the harsh truth and some are the sweetest of lies I had woven inside myself.

No water, not even the tidal wave can make it disappear.

The story that is unsaid, the story that speaks itself every second inside my ear.

The story of the tears that brought me here empty handed with a body naked and full of scars.

I thought my tears went far away from myself making my words free from the undulations.

Which made people to twitch

That made me see the rear of everything and everyone.

Lately I realized, the saltiness of the ocean is about something else, It tasted familiar, as if someone had merged the whole soul in it.

These many years, my eyes carried the heavy water considering the ocean to be the most dominating surrounding.

And the ocean was full of tears bursting the tsunami inside every day and night.

I did, I am the one who created the ocean.

I thought the tears were gone, but that was only an illusion.

I thought that I lived in the middle of the ocean when I was drowning in my own tears.

RISHAV

I found my girl,

I found my girl wearing burqa.

Not the real garment, but the one that we cannot see.

It was black;

So black that I could not even see her scars.

It was difficult to see, but was not that difficult to feel.

When I started drawing myself into her body I felt something,

My chalk stopped while passing from the lacerations of her.

That was the first time I felt her body

She was beautiful

She hid her body;

Because she thought she was drowned in the drought,

Because she thinks the fools who themselves never got accepted in the society were not going to accept her.

It was uneasy for her to open the black cloths.

She was raped, she was denounced.

But she wasn’t buried, she was there in front of me, alive and beautiful.

Dieing to get loved,

Wanting someone to come and read her without letting her speak anything.

Every bride wants to get tattooed on her wedding ocasion but she just wanted to get married with the right person and remove her fake permanent tattoos.

The place where people are marrying their money to someone’s virginity, I knew someone would have to get up and struggle for the good.

Why everything has became so conditional.

Why people and relationships are so conditional.

Who knows what is perfect and why should we know the meaning of perfect.

Imperfection is not the scars, but the cloths that hide that.

Perfection is not the virginity, but the eyes that spurn that.

Make me child again

Oh! This pressure

Why can’t i do what i want

Why is this rope of experience and intelligence tied on my neck.

Childhood was such a beauty, we did mistakes with no responsibility.

Why can’t i make mistakes again

Why do i think so much before expressing my honesty in front of you. What is wrong in this?

Why can’t i say your smile is the most beautiful thing i see everyday.

Why can’t i say your eyes are something i wanna fall into and never come out.

Why can’t i say i wanna kiss you whenever i stare at your lips.

Why can’t i say i wanna hug you tightly whenever you feel sad.

I wanna open up everything in front of you.

I want to show you each and every scar of mine.

But don’t know why there is this fear inside me.

Why someone fear from saying the truth or maybe honesty is not the best policy.

I wanna say you i love you but don’t know how to do this as i am tied with these experienced and intellectual tags.

I want to hold your hand and give you the greatest possible pleasure.

But how? Maybe i am too grown up, i wanna be child again.

Just for that one little phase when i express myself out.

Make me child again…

Make me child again…

Now I know

How can I forget the sound of my howl when I was all alone in the desert and dying of my thirst

At least I got some tears for good, I had nothing to drink.

How can I forget those fights and the pain I endured

At least I got to know about my unforeseeable and undying character.

Why I am not able to see my home after such a long barefoot walk

At least the long trudge gave me the capacity to move alone and enjoy my own company.

How can I forget those failures of mine, when I was led down by my own self and bruised

At least now I know that my back is the only back I can rely on

People come and talk to you whenever they are in the mood not because of love they have for you

At least now I know that even love isn’t eternal, love is nothing but a moment, a moment of peace; which depends on the psychology of people.

Don’t give anyone else this privilege to control your psychology.

Keep working, keep moving.

Try again, fail again, fail better.

Everything happens just to make you aware of everything.

RISHAV

Delightful festival of lights in which we not only ignite the crackers but also the fights and wrangle between two..
Illuminating our home and disguising ourselves with ethnicity for at least that one day…
Warm greetings from our friends and family and of course the sweets which be the reason to go and visit our neighbours.
Acting like a kid for the laddoos and the money from grandma what make us feel like a king of that day..
Lightening the city with crackers and tuning bulbs, taking hundreds of pictures and finally deciding the one worth posting as kurta is not a dress we wore everyday…
Impavid in burning crackers but timid in leaving home after this festive vacation…

Wish you all and your family a very happy and safe diwali…
May all your wishes come true except of burning the house of your adversary and stealing each and every chocolate box of diwali you see….
Don’t forget to change your DP,
Don’t forget to eat more than you can,
Don’t forget to send your crush the ugly kurta pic with a Cadbury…
And please don’t forget to wish each and everyone of us …
Make this diwali the best you ever had…