Friday, September 9, 2016

A Letter To Physics

Dear Physics, thou art so wild and free,
this is the reason why I love thee,
but as far as I can foresee,
in return thou will never love me.

With thee, I want to find synergy,
so that we can create free energy,
so that we can enlighten the world,
even though it sounds totally absurd.

With thee, I want to travel physical time and space,
so that I can rhyme about thy gorgeous face,
and write about the physical theories and laws,
which will make people regard thee with awe.

With thee, I want to terraform,
the moon, into a dorm,
so that the homeless will have a place to stay,
and to be far from the harm's way.

I want thou to be my wife,
so that together we can create the elixir of life,
with which, a long and healthy life, we can own,
in addition to the gold from the philosopher's stone.

Although, for it, there is not much scope,
but still, I have really high hopes,
that someday, together we will be,
much love, Dr. Mercury.

~Caritas, Lux, et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.

Thursday, September 1, 2016

When The Lights Turn Red

When the lights turn red,
traffic comes to a halt,
but they begin to earn,
their peanut butter and bread.

A group of young girls, all maybe fourteen,
who, like others, were destined to be queens,
were deceived and sold into prostitution,
where their bodies are daily put up for auction.

At the signal, they showcase their flesh,
to lure clients, from whom they earn cash,
with which they will buy their independence,
from selling their very bodies for a few pence.

A group of trans-persons,
whom the society shun,
who are as much a person as you and I,
but are still hated, I fail to understand why.

At the signal, they extend their rough palms,
hoping that the people, who deny them jobs, will see,
beyond their gender, and have some mercy,
so that they can feed their hungry selves with the alms.

A group of homeless,
living in a terrible mess,
forced into beggary,
by their callous destiny.

At the signal, despite feeling reluctant,
to go forward to people and entreat,
they beg, because otherwise they can't,
get their embarrassed selves something to eat.

A group of street hawkers,
passes through the gawkers,
in extreme cold, rain, and sun,
with their daughters and sons.

At the signal, they try to sell,
the things the people may not need,
like hair gel, bell, and cell,
so, their tired selves, they can feed.

Let us not be deficient in propriety,
and create a communist society,
where every single person is well fed,
whether or not the lights have turned red.

~Caritas, Lux, et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

The Intersection Between Sexism And Speciesism

Last winter, we were doing a Vegan outreach near Chinnaswamy stadium in Bangalore. We were speaking about Veganism, and distributing leaflets to the passersby. We are against leafleting because of environmental reasons, and giveaway the leaflets only to the people who looks interested/asks for them. A group of teenagers where passing by. A girl in the group stopped by, and asked us for a leaflet. We gave one to her. After receiving the leaflet she went forward to join her group. One of her male friend snatched the leaflet from her hand, tore it into pieces, and threw the pieces on the road. He said something to her in an angry tone which was inaudible. The girl turned to look at us, she was embarrassed. I was furious at the boy for tearing the leaflet and wasting resources. He could have easily returned the leaflet instead of wasting it.
Little did I know then that it was more concerning than merely the wastage of resources. Yesternight, while reading a study on how womyn are stigmatized for being Vegan, I realized that it was underlying sexism at play. It is a well known fact that Vegans are stigmatized by malzoans for being Vegan, but unfortunately, womyn are more stigmatized than their male counterparts. This is mainly because of the sexist belief that womyn cannot choose for themselves, and that their male counterparts have control over them.

Speciesism is as bad as sexism, because non-humyn animals, the victims of speciesism, are considered as the property of the speciesists, the humyn, just like womyn, the victims of sexism, are considered as the property of the sexists, the men. There is clearly an intersection between both kind of oppression. For more understanding on the issue, one can read "The Sexual Politics of Meat: A Feminist-Vegetarian Critical Theory" by Carol J. Adams

Caritas, Lux, et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.

Monday, June 13, 2016

मैं लिखता हूँ

मैं ज़िंदा हूँ,
और ज़िन्दगी का क़र्ज़ चुकाने के लिए लिखता हूँ।
मैं लिखता हूँ,
हर लम्हे को यादगार बनाने के लिए लिखता हूँ।

मैं ज़िंदा हूँ,
और ज़िन्दगी की कश्मकश मिटाने के लिए लिखता हूँ।
मैं लिखता हूँ,
हर शब्द को अपना बनाने के लिए लिखता हूँ।

मैं ज़िंदा हूँ,
और ज़िंदा रहने के लिए लिखता हूँ।
मैं लिखता हूँ,
हर शब्द पर मर मिटने के लिए लिखता हूँ।

~स्नेह, प्रकाश, और सत्य;
हसरत बनारसी

[Translation: 
I am alive, and in order to pay off the debts of life, I write.
I write, to make every moment memorable, I write.

I am alive, and in order to reduce the dilemma of life, I write.
I write, to make every word my own, I write. 

I am alive, and in order to stay alive, I write. 
I write, to get annihilated on words, I write.]

Monday, May 2, 2016

सोने की कीमत

वह कहते है की सोना महंगा हो गया है ,
सोना क्या, यहाँ जीना महंगा हो गया है,
चार का चावल आज चालीस में बिक रहा है,
दो वक़्त की रोटी  के लिए, आज पूरा इंसान बिक है।

पर क्या जीना और सोना,
सच में महंगा हो गया है?

पाँच रुपये में,
रस्सी का फन्दा बांध,
ज़िन्दगी का कर अंत,
हम अंतकाल तक सो सकते है।

जीने का तोह पता नहीं,
पर बरसो बाद आज, ज़िन्दगी और सोना सस्ता हुआ है।

~स्नेह, प्रकाश, और सत्य;
हसरत बनारसी

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Noise Of Silence

No matter how much, in our defense, we raise our voice,
our silence on oppression, will still have a higher noise,
as it fails to address,
the plight of beings whom we oppress.

Of their oppression,
not a word has been spoken,
as it would have woken,
our sleeping conscience.

Why are we so afraid and shy,
of talking about the pain and the cries,
of the beings whom we oppress days and nights,
about whose suffering we are so criminally quite.

Why are we failing to understand,
that with every passing moment of our silence,
on them, we are only furthering the violence,
which they are unable to stand.

Why are we too timid to say,
that because of oppression, every life lost,
has an inherently high cost,
which we will be unable to pay.

Why are we failing to apprehend,
that every silence,
has a noise,
which we won't be able to stand.



~Caritas, Lux et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Bachpan

बच्पन की दोस्ती कितनी हसींन होती है,
इसमें लेन-देन का नहीं होता हिसाब,
दोस्तों की ख़ुशी से खुश होते,
और उनके गम से उदास।
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चाहे ले लो हमसे हमारा धन सारा,
पर लौटा दो हमे बच्पन हमारा,
बहुत जी लिए हमने यह मनहूस जवानी के दिन,
थोड़ी मासूमियत और थोड़ी नादानी के बिन।

बहुत याद आते हैं हमे वह दिन पुराने,
दोस्तों के साथ बीतें वह पल सुहाने,
वह ख़्वाबों को पा लेने की उमीद,
वह रातों की चैन की नींद।

ले लो हमसे यह झूठी शान-ओ-शौखत,
और बदले में दे दो हमे भोले से चेहरे पे वह प्यारी सी मुस्कुहराहट,
वह शाम-सवेरे मीलों घूमना,
वह गिरना और फिर शंभालना।

जब हमे न था किसी से बैर,
और हम मांगते तेह सब की खैर,
क्या लौटा सकते हो हमे वह दिन,
हमे बताओ, ऐ अल्लाद्दीन के जीन।

~स्नेह, ज्ञान और सत्य;
एक अज्ञात कवि। 

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Utopia

We are working to make a better world,
in reality, and not just in word,
where suffering, hatred, and crime,
will only occur ,in our prose and rhyme,
where all the wars of the world will cease,
and the world will witness an eternal peace,
where the world will not be broken up, into narrow domestic walls,
and where we will embrace, with an open heart, one and all,
where no two or more person will indulge in a fight,
and no one will be the reason ,for other's fright,
where no one will be jealous or full of spite,
and none will deprive others, of their right,
where discrimination based on gender, race, and caste,
will no longer last,
where the world will have enough bread,
so that everyone can go to bed, well fed,
where every person will have a bed to sleep,
and shoulders of loved ones ,to rest and weep,
where there will be enough books for everyone, so that every head,
will not only be well-traveled, but also be well-read,
where people will have enough resources to meet their genuine need,
and not their illegitimate greed,
where the word 'compassion',
will no longer be just a lexicon,
where we will work for the well-being of aught,
for every animal, humans or not,
where we will take all necessary  measure,
to protect the animals .who are harmed for our pleasure,
where we will make sure,
that every ailment is cured,
where not only the justice shall,
be delivered to one and all,
but also the steps will be taken,
so that no injustice ever happens,
where we will prevent environment from destruction,
and save species from extinction,
where with the help of technology and science,
we will live with modern convenience,
where every person will take part,
not only in sports, but also in art,
where millions of miles we will travel,
and  unearth all the universal marvels,
and where we will witness  birth of  light,
in the darkest hour of the night.

~Caritas, Lux, et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Couplets

During the time of global distress,
when the whole world is in a mess,
some wish for death, some pray for help,
while some themselves becomes a help. (29th June, 2015)

Life is hard, cruel, and long,
celebrate it with poetry, music, and song. (28th June, 2015)

I live to sing, dance, and write,
and to put an end to the bloody fight. (27th June, 2015)

Seeing the illogical statements non-Vegans make,
in defense of their use of leather, dairy and steak,
I am unable to decide whether to laugh or to cry,
or to jump off the cliff out of shame, and die. (21st June, 2015)

Spread the music of violin,
not the scream of violence. (26th May, 2015)

Nuptial bond should not be a bondage,
it should not be forced on people who are underage,
non-consensual marriage is nothing but a cage,
please end child-marriage. (25th May, 2015)

I see killing and suffering every where,
and find that for others no one really cares,
let's end this apathy for once and forever,
so that in this world no one has to suffer ever. (23rd May, 2015)

I dream of a world where there won't be any troubled times,
so that everyone can be happy, and can sing, dance, and rhyme,
where people won't just look forward to survive,
but where they will pursue their dreams, and thrive. (22nd May, 2015)

Non-human animals too are afraid of death,
they fight for their lives till their last breath,
like us, they do not want to die,
"humane" slaughter is a blatant lie. (17th May, 2015)

I am so in love with rhymes,
that for it I'll commit any crime. (17th May, 2015)

We are nothing but a prey,
of the God to whom we pray.

To you I will humbly say,
that keep this maniac at bay. (16th May, 2015)

Let the clouds rain,
and let your dream reign. (16th May, 2015)

Take out your blinders,
please be a little kinder,
animals do not belong on platter,
get conscious, their lives do matter. (16th May, 2015)

~Caritas, Lux, et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.

Friday, June 5, 2015

Birthday Greeting! (Peace Advocate)

The stars are shining and the moon is bright,
as today is the birthday of bringer of light,
so let us all join in and celebrate,
the birthday of a peace advocate.

You were born to turn darkness into light,
to make everything go right,
to make a dull person bright,
and to put an end to everyone's plight.

We wish you a very Happy Birthday, my dear,
and wish that you be celebrated for many more years,
and to great heights may you always rise,
and always be happy, healthy, cheerful, and wise.

Joyeux anniversaire!

~Caritas, Lux, et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.