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I Have a Bulletproof Dream

Sunday, December 25th, 2016

Pabitra Bag

Let me tell you…                          pabitra

I have a bulletproof dream

Made of love, transparent and transcendental

Where at times you feel

 The dance of infinity and you became the one with everything

Where you feel neither disturbed by anyone

Nor have any altered state of consciousness

Respecting the social boundaries

of race, caste-class, gender, region, religion and stupidity

Let me tell you…

I have a bulletproof dream of DID syndrome

Where expectations is not troubling enough to be Desires

Where the expectations and desires have no Instability

Where desire is not a wild Dissatisfied and unstable bird

I have a bulletproof dream of honesty

Made of no hate, no pretension, no dependency and no lie

Where the language of love is a smile of no attachments

Such is the bulletproof dream with the dance of infinity

Let me tell you…

I have a bulletproof dream of colours

A dream of rainbow colours but with happiness as colours

With smiles as its figure and gladness as its gender

Where respect is the language and equality is feelings

Where freedom is the absolute state of inner and transcendental being

Where, in law, constitutionalism is the religion and justice is the highest form of love

~~

Pabitra Bag is a Ph.D student at the Centre for the Study of Law and Governance, JNU

 

अभी तो बाकी है…

Friday, December 23rd, 2016

 

Renu Singh

 

आते हैं कुछ धुंधले नज़र, अपने पैरों के निशान,renu-singh
अभी तो बाकी है खुद से खुद के पहचान ।    

अभी तो मिली है परिंदों को परवाज़,
अभी तो छेड़ा है उम्मीदों ने साज़ ।

अभी तो शुरू हुआ है नव्ज़-ए-ज़ोर का तूफ़ान,
अभी तो मिली है मंज़र- ए- खाक़ को ज़ुबान ।

माना आज़ादी हक है तुम्हारा,
पर आज़ाद थे कब तुम?

था आबाद कहाँ आशियाँ तुम्हारा?
कहाँ सुना कभी तुमको किसीने?

जब सी दिया हलक तुम्हारा,
जब रोक दिए कदम तुम्हारे ।

चल चलकर तराश ले खुदको तू,
बुलंदियों का ये सफ़र नहीं आसाँ ।

तबियत से तलाश ले खुद की हुस्न- ए- पेशानी की बसर,
कि कोई रोक न पाए तेरी धड़कती रवानियों का सफ़र ।

समेट कर रख ले अपनी रूह में इस कदर,
की न सुन पाए तू, खुद से खुद की बेमानियों कि ख़बर ।

के, हर जद्द-ओ-जेहद हो मुकम्मल तेरी,
हर रज़ा खुद, तुझ-पर मेहेरबान ।

कर खुद को रिहा इन ज़माने के बेतुके, ग़ैर- मुतालिक़ फरमानों से,
है ललकारे तेरे होने पर, हाथ में लिए जो कमान ।

हर अक्स में झिलमिलाए बस बुलंदियों का चमकता शिखर,
कर खुद को बेख़ौफ़, ज़माने की इन जंजीरों से, बे- खबर ।

ठहर न जाये किसी की गुज़ारिश पर तू यूँही,
जायज़ है, तेरी नाकामियों की गुज़ारिश तो वो किया ही करते हैं ।

बिना किसी तक़ल्लुफ के,जिन्हें है तकलीफ़ तेरे होने से,
तेरी बेख़ौफ़ उड़ानों से, तेरी मोहारत के किस्से- कहानियों से ।

जो महरूम हैं तेरे हुनर की पहचान से,
या फिर तेरे गहरे पड़े क़दमों के निशाँ से ।

तू कर उन्हें आगाह,
तू कर उन्हें आगाह….

कर रुबरुह… तमाम गुलामी के खिदमतगारों को,
जो न जाने कबसे हैं बने फिरते, खालिक-ए-खाक़ तेरे ।

तो बनाये चल काफिले….
बढ़ाये चल काफिले…..
आबाद रहे ये काफिलें….
रौशन रहे ये काफिले…….

आते हैं कुछ धुंधले नज़र अपने पैरों के निशान,
अभी तो बाकी है खुद से खुद के पहचान ।

अभी तो मिली है परिंदे को परवाज़,
अभी तो छेड़ा है उम्मीदों ने साज़ ।

~~

नव्ज़-ए-ज़ोर: sturggle, toil, मंज़र- ए- खाक़: sight of destruction, हुस्न-ए-पेशानी: beautiful-forehead,खालिक-ए-खाक़: creator of demise.

 ~~~

Renu Singh, hails from Lucknow, UP and is currently pursuing Ph.D at the Dept. of Political Science, Jamia Millia Islamia. Raised in an Ambedkarite family, she is well acquainted with the stories of Babasaheb and Gautam Buddha, the Dalit movement, BAMCEF and BSP, the atrocities against dalit community and takes keen interest in issues of social justice, dalit feminism and exclusion of marginalized communities

 

Salute to you Babasaheb…

Sunday, December 11th, 2016

Pabitra Bag

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Salute to you Babasaheb…            

That day you died was not the day of death                               

But the moment of victory over death

That every Ambedkarite wishes to live once again

That moment was not the moment of cessation but the beginning

You took birth in many forms, in multiple ways in the hearts of people

As songs, music, happiness, harmony, emotions and anger

Your death was not the death of a body

You did not live the life of one but you choose to live the aspiring lives of mankind

You are the total culmination of transcendentality of shramic tradition

You were the ocean, the ocean of it all

Salute to you Babasaheb…

That day you died as body but you remain as seeds sprouting to become trees

Things of the past became the treasure of the present

You appeared in many symbols, became the ray of hope

You replaced a total of 33 crore gods and goddesses in every Ambedkarite house

At times, the Ambedkarites imagine the wall to be alive with all five senses of you

Equality, liberty, fraternity, Wisdom and Dhamma

The wall embraced new calendars with every day of the month remembering leaders of the marginalized

And the old calendars with the names and images of Brahminical Gods and Goddesses were replaced

Salute to you Babasaheb…

That day you died was not the day of death

But the moment of victory over death

That every Ambedkarite wishes to live once again

If you were not there, the lives we are living now would not have been the same

You died but you live in people’s hearts and in their aspirations

Salute to you Babasaheb…

~~

Pabitra Bag is a Ph.D student at the Centre for the Study of Law and Governance, JNU
 

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