Revenge Of Karma

Demonstration scene
“Rules are rules…”

Standing in a queue at the railway station,
the crowd was pushing each other in frustration,
there was a policeman beating a man with a stick,
I was among the meeks, witnessing this,
the lean man was pleading and his head bleeding,
the cop was ignorant of all the begging,
“Please sir, it’s urgent, my mother is dying,
I need to see her for the last time”,
“that’s your problem, rules are rules, now go
and stand in the line”,

The man was crying, he was on his knees,
“God is watching from above, help me please”,
Everyone was watching but no one dared to speak,
nobody cares until the suffering is about his,
he wiped his tears and saw the face of the “diligent” policeman,
he left with his steps lost in the voices of the common,



Time passed as it has no other option,
my friend was having a knee operation,
sitting in a waiting room of a hospital, I saw a long queue,
after all, this is a democracy of rules made for me and you,
a man rushed through the main door with a kid,
the kid was hurt, unconscious, probably a car-hit,

“Sir please admit my son, he is badly hurt”,
“Wait in line, don’t you see, minister’s wife is having a check,
They probably didn’t remember,
they were the same policeman and the man beaten in the September,
“Sir my kid will die, I beg you”,
“It’s your problem, I am helpless like you”,
“Rules are rules…”

– N2S

Standing In A Queue

People standing in queue
“Our whole life passed standing in a queue…”

Perhaps this must have happened with everyone and you,
Our whole life passed standing in a queue,
Now, this has become a habit,
Don’t fight, we are born with it,
Standing in a line for the school assembly,
We spend our whole education to high school from nursery,
We finally come out and get lined before the college gate,
Holding the admission forms in the horde of thousands for the same,
Standing in the line of the Delhi Metro,
Buses, railway, and flights, it is the same wherever you go,

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Damn its life! we have to even fight for love,
There are dozens, standing in a line for a girl,
you are nobody where everybody is somebody,
in the populations of millions, you are no better than a doggy,
you get shot and nobody sees you again,
no one talks about you or remembers your name,
the line grows even you live or die,
there is no shortcut you can try,
so don’t fight, you are born with it,
like others soon it will become your habit,
Perhaps this must have happened with me and you,
Our whole life passed standing in a queue…

-N2S

My Daily Rhapsody

solitude in metro life
“I have become a part of this cruel game”

Waking up with the alarm call,
I wish somebody throw it at the wall,
still dark, I don’t want to rise,
gone the days when I used to sleep after sunrise,
dressed in layers to escape the cold,
roads are filled with people from young to old,
traveling in crowded buses and Delhi Metro,
where everybody is standing on my foot, I am shouting “Hello!”,
I am suffocating and there is no air for me,
there is no one to blame, I am not the only,

I never thought of getting lost in the crowd,
imagining myself in flashy formal dresses, carrying a lunchbox, I would have laughed aloud,
but now I have become one of them,
working like machines from nine to seven,

I work as I have to learn,
like any other who want few bucks to earn,
eyes on the computer screen, ear pain of unpleasant chattering of keys,
I look around, unfortunately, I have turned into one of those geeks,
finally, the sufferings get over by evening,
the mind goes blank, body is paining,
I couldn’t laugh at those tired faces,
everybody is so right in their places,

they have their homes to go, I don’t have one,
somebody must be waiting for them,
but for me, nobody is waiting at the door,
I don’t have anyone to run or to hold,
watching them hugging and snuggling,
I wish I could have someone worrying,



Friends complain of ignoring them,
of not calling and messaging or at least replying them,
but I couldn’t defend myself long,
they are right, life has made me wrong,
I don’t have time for my own,
a moment for me to cry alone,
counting the days in the calendar,
waiting for the weekend to surrender,
then perhaps I will placate every soul,
on one Sunday I will message everyone and call,
but the days of fun are long gone,
we all have jumped in the rat race and are all alone,

I am signing off, have to sleep early,
there are no dreams waiting or any fantasy,
tomorrow I have to rise again,
as I have become a part of this cruel game…

-N2S