BETWEEN THE DEVIL AND THE DEEP BLUE SEA
I was drowning in something eccentric
Is it something that people call as fatalistic?
Everyone says to be a part of what you never wanna do
But if so why they tell you to go and be nude?
You can’t walk and express who really you are
They call you freak cuz you fight a war.
You’ve trapped me in a weary state
Never give me time to justify, simply
saying you are late.
You all come and be upto your old tricks
All that is now getting on my wicks.
Gnashing my teeth I bang my head against wall
No way I have no right to make that call.
My life chapters filled with poignant memories
Was I born to dwell here and
then its just a family?
Confessions,turbulence,
vicissitudes,vexation,
embattlement ,resentment,
pensiveness is what now blooming
Stygian darkness is everywhere looming.
You are really fidgetting me
with worry and fear
No one to say “Hey be calm ,I’m near.
When not in mood you can’t even say fiddle sticks
Just be who you are and do things with closed lips.
I’m not a public property that you vandalize
Desperate for someone to come
and make me tranquilize.
My soul is imploring to get revivfy
Prostrated by turbulent episodes
that make me terrify.
You always keep my nose to the grindstone
Don’t put around my neck that millstone.
I’ve fallen into hands of overbearing clutches
Drat! Why didn’t I learn how
to batten down the hatches?
The whole vicious circle has taken quite a knock
In a couple of shakes I”ll be
like a shag on a rock.
Now I am wailing in sudden
pangs of death at the bottom of the pile
Soon I’ll shuffle off this mortal coil.
Will I ever have gusto and verve?
Or just spend my days
living like bundle of nerves.
Now comes the time when no one is around
You sob for someone to heal your wounds.
That’s not even worth Pyrrhic victory
Pandora’s box is opened and the rest is history.
Ah!That’s the way the cookie crumbles and I’ll always be up a gum tree
Alas! I’ll always be in the throes
of this quandary, languishing
forever between the devil
and the deep blue sea.
Heenam Bhagat
Govt. College for Women
Gandhi Nagar, Jammu
TAUNT OF MIGRANT
Born in Kashmir and got a tent,
I lost my home and got a dent
From sand to stone it was hot,
I was burning at a particular spot.
All I got the stuff was a plate,
I left late it was a mistake.
A tent with morsel was my world,
My future was lost but I was bold.
Raised in dust and childhood lost,
In the clear I became dirt of blast.
People called me migrant and everyone was new to me,
I was surrounded by my men,
But none was known to me.
Friendship started and I was known,
Time kept passing and I felt alone.
Years kept passing and I was mum,
A new change come and I was dumb.
Budge to T.R.T changed nothing,
Except roof and the fitting.
It was hell and I was locked,
How to secure our self was talked.
Dream of return never came true,
I left no stone for myself to prove
None raised the alarm
and heat destroyed me,
I was thrown out my home
just like the pee.
Where is my homeland
I wonder day and night?
Ponder on things how to fight.
What was my fault I want to know?
I am a migrant do you know.
Sunil Pandit (Pamposh )
Kandoli Nagrota, Jammu
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