Are we taught hypocrisy as a religion?
I question.
Why should i not ask when in doubt?
I ask.
Why should i be silent when i should shout?
I demand.
Why can’t i do what i wish to, especially, if i’m not hurting
anyone?
I demand.
I dint get the answers. So, now i feel that i’m too old to
rebel, pursue, question, and be irrational.
Kuch dhundla hai, kuch bikhra sa
Kuch guzarta sa, par kuch thehra sa
Sab apni kehte- sunte-jataate hain,
Har nazar mein magar kuch chaupaate hain.
Sabko ik dar sa koi sataata hai.
Duniya ka, iss duniya daari ka.
Farz ka, nafarmaani ka, kisi na kisi beyimaani ka.
Itna kuch aapas mein gunthaa sa hai
Ki sab lagta hai uljha uljha sa
Koi kuch kehta, koi kuch batata hai.
Sabke sach ka ek pehnaawa hai.
Kiska sach sachha aur kiska jhootha hai,
Ye hisaab kise lagaana aata hai.
Dheere dheere daayra ghat raha hai
Apna sach khud todta-banaata hai
Ab dhundla pan kuch hua hai kam
Nazar aata hai jabse aankh nahi hai nam
Dur nikal jaaun is daayre se kahin
Jahan apne sach ki pakki ho neev
Na ho aadha jhooth aur na ho sach adhura
Jahan na ho kuch dhundla aur na kuch bikhra
Sametne ki fikar na sataati ho jahan,