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Saturday, 7 June 2025

My Dying Conscience

At the dead of the night, I meet my conscience to see if it's still alive, As I think
It's slowly fading day by day, night by night

When I pay for a meal in a restaurant like this
Am amount which might be monthly income of a guard who holds the door for me
My conscience dies bit by bit
And I can't find peace within. 

When I buy a designer dress which costed me a bomb and I see women on the road in tatters to hide their dignity, my conscience dies bit by bit. 
And I can't find peace within. 

When I buy vegetables from a vendor and see his son CHOTU at work who should be in school studying, I try to look away. 
My conscience dies bit by bit and I can't find peace within. 

When I buy expensive gifts for my children and 
While returning home see the half clad children with hungry stomach and watery eyes, selling the toys at the red light,  my conscience......... 

When my sick maid sends her daughter to work
Skipping her school to complete my work,  I should tell her to go back to school but I see the sink loaded with dishes and so I keep quiet
And let her work against my wishes
My conscience........ 

When my city is choking and our lungs are clogging, I take my car to work everyday
Neither taking a metro Nor trying a car pool, 
One car won't make any difference as I think
My conscience...... 

When I hear about rape Or murder of girl in the womb, i feel sad but I am thankful it wasn't my daughter. I can't see myself in the mirror,  my conscience dies bit by bit.... 

When people fight over caste creed and religion, my soul is wounded, my country is collapsing, I blame the govt and the politicians ,  releasing myself of all the accountabilities, my conscience dies bit....... 

When covid spread it's tentacles, people were wailing and dying, pleading for oxygen and hospital beds, with my family I was sitting in my cosy shell,  feeling protected and not botherrd about others, my conscience dies bit by bit
And I can't find peace within. 

When in the dark, I visit my conscience and find it still breathing ,  I am surprised as with my own hands, day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, I kill it, I conceal it, still struggling to find my peace. 
My conscience dies bit by bit and continues to die day in and day out. 




















Friday, 11 April 2025

My Engagement Ring

The day I wore my engagement ring
38 long years back
I was on Cloud nine
So happy and excited
Boasting the diamond ring
Day in and day out. 

Thinking of the new life waiting for me
New dreams and new aspirations
New family and new friends
Excited to be a part of new fraternity
I wore the ring for 38 long years
And am still wearing the same. 

The diamond ring was not only
A cluster of few diamonds, I realized
It held the new responsibilities
And new expectations 
Which I have been fulfilling till now
Wearing the same diamond ring
Even today, day in and day out. 

This ring has been my partner throughout
Accompanying me to my work place
Reminiscing me of my duties there
To the market, reminding me of my daily 'buys'
To the family get togethers, a reminder to me
To fulfill all my commitments which 
I am completing till date along with my ring. 

My diamond ring was actually a bundle of obligations packed into a ring
Which I carry and will keep carrying with me till
The end. The diamonds as bright even today as they were back then, 
All the liabilities still peeping out of the ring and prompting me about the duties that lay ahead. 

My diamond ring I wear on my finger as bright as it was shows me the path to follow in my life and will be my lifelong partner.