Poems for KHUSHI

Listen! You non-existing GOD, I have broken the slumber prison I don’t care about your blessings and your curse I am the maker of evens and odds. Neither Satan nor Iblis, I am a man, hungry on the posh streets, Ready to challenge your magical tricks With the blades of logical bricks You hid the sun from clutches of mine, You hid the rice and offered me raw flesh, You dried the water I wanted to drink. You kicked me out and called me swine. Listen! You non-existing GOD, I’ve been sharing the food from thieves and burglars, Drinking the holy water of gutter, Gathered the dare from the road-side prostitutes To slain the darkness of ignorance, And I created my own SUN. Keeping those moons and stars for you to pray, I have got a pen to kill and eat my prey. As I have created my own sun. 

First time I saw the moon in the water About to sink but still blinks Not blank but wanted to utter Some words what she suffered First time I saw moon in the water. Once upon a time, The moon used to shine, Just like a bright sun dipped in the golden wine. And used to make plains green, flowers bloom, and air swim. Used to make leaves fall, and the whole world stare when it call. But now, it has got no wings to flutter, No words for flatter, First time I saw moon in the water. Tears rolling down the cheeks, When I hurt her with my speech. I could see my moon in the water. First time, I saw moon in the water.