The Living Dead

Sometimes life is nothing but a scar,
We smile, we laugh but its all a farce
The painted red of a jokers lips,
The tainted yellow sunshine drips
Eyes so dry, it hurts to see
A mind that refuses to be free
Memories and thoughts all that remain
Letters spoken, words unheard
We trudge along hopeless, lost
The living dead, a heart covered in frost
Pain and hurt we know not too
A numb feeling, loss, nothing new
Days and nights now as one
A wisp remained, a human undone.

Have you heard...?

Have you heard of that pretty land?

Where colours abound

Where elder's feet touched till date

Joys and unity define

A country pretty as mine!

Where little Tendulkars rule the floor

Cars practising moon walk on the road

And sacred cows propagate democracy

Chewing plastic with renewed ferocity

Oh, I love my India!

Where roadside food tops the chart

Sevpuri and Panipuri devoured with a heart

And Kishore da is the music God

Making love-sick souls smile and humm

Oh, I love my India!

Where lamps lit in all homes in Diwali

Galli-galli a Mecca during Eid

And kids love Santa Claus

As much as they love Chota Bheem

Oh, I love my India!

Where elephants revered and stones worshiped

Temples haunt every little turn

And a wonder we gave the world

Taj, resplendent, site of beauty

Oh, I love my India!

Where engineers and doctors all dream to be

MBA is every mother's dream

And skyscrapers and slums stand side by side

Tall and short, defying death and gravity

Oh, I love my India!

Where snake charmers too many exist no more

But charmers breed, slick of tongue

And Babas and Fakirs still rule the roost

Pills black magic, science a blasphemy

Oh, I love my India!

Once Land of the Mahabharata and Ramayana

Congress and BJP today we live to see

And Tagore, Tukaram wrapped in cloth

Saas-bahu sagas enjoyed with tea

Oh, I love my India!

Where love to dream and eat and sleep

Population explosion almost an identity

And let our brains rule the world

Living a life of hidden sanctity

Oh, I love my India!

Have you heard of that land?

Where corrupt rule and honest cry,

Like every other land, though different,

People here too live and die

But oh, I love my India!