Excerpt from Is Se Pahale Ke Bevafaa Ho Jaayein (By Ahmed Faraz)

“Is se pehle ke bevafaa ho jaayein
kyon na ai dost hum juda ho jaayein?
tu bhi hiire se ban gaya patthar
hum bhi kal kya se kya ho jaayein”
– By Ahmed Faraz
Translation:

Before that day we become disloyal
why not, my friend, go our separate ways
you also turned from a jewel to stone
i too will change to another tomorrow

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Honesty gets you Nowhere

It breaks my heart
to wrap you up
only to have to put you away
But, my love of loves
I have no choice
If it is sane that I must stay

I’ve tried my best
to love you whole
and shower you in pieces of my heart
But they bother you,
poke your eye and soul
and you’d rather be safe and far

Well, I’ll let you go
I am no chain
Only a lost, forlorn, ebbing tide
I came to you
jagged and broken,
and bleeding on the inside

And you fixed me up
with the calmest voice
and laughter that I still hear at night
Only to leave me there
on that darkening shore
Lost in the dazzle of your light

Where do I go?
Won’t someone let me know?
I tire of this sunless, deafening dawn
Bring back the dark
and your softest touch
Or at least tell me the words to your song..

The one I heard
When all was quiet
drowning out the voices in my head
That swallow me whole
and laugh at my fight
and whisper how they’d like to see me dead

Oh, we all must die
that is no lie
but must I do it so far away from you?
Burned and blinded
Lost and wounded
And still searching the seas for the truth

For I had found it once
in the shade of your smile
and the color of your loudest voice
Claim me now
or send me the tide
and end this illusion of choice.

It’s always cold
This ache, it grows
There’s only ice in your veins of stone
You light your fires
and dance and desire
but it’s all only games of the throne

The ocean calls
in a voice so low
I know it isn’t in me to ignore
The mountains hear
my whispered vows
judging me as I turn to go

Do I really have a choice?
You pillars of stone!
Have any of you left me with anywhere I can go?
You fill your lands
with pain and lies
and then wonder why my answer is always No.

No, I am done with you
You Earth of cold
And your endless cycle of lies
The ocean calls
In words that are true
and remembers the truth you all so conveniently deny

So let me go
I don’t want to stay
trapped in your den of vice
My sins, they bleed
My goodness weeps
For hell is as much fire as it is ice.

If I was Voting Tomorrow

Well, I still have some time to make up my mind. But, I think this time, in Delhi at least, the AAP has conducted itself with surprising efficiency and no-nonsense. So, if I would be voting tomorrow, I think the Aam Aadmi Party would get my vote based on these three reasons alone:1. Only party that has not once spoken about castes or reservations.

2. Instead of the general practice of releasing 1 manifesto for the entire state and having all candidates carry a copy, the AAP has 27 candidates in 27 constituencies, and 27 different manifestos, all identifying the strengths, weaknesses and requirements of each constituency.
3. Minimal wastage of money on stupid things. (I mean, they are the last guys I would expect to be building and justifying the building of statues)
Also, the biggest criticism against them is actually the part I find most endearing: That none of their representatives are actually the “Aam Aadmi”.

Yes. They are not. Instead, from every locality, they have chosen someone who has made it big in a respectable field, someone with adequate income to not be dependent on money earned from office (State), yet someone who is, if not out and out concerned, at least aware of the problems of local people from all walks of life. And, most importantly, every single one of their candidates is highly educated. Like, uber important that is, I believe.

In other words, they have tried choosing from among the best. And isn’t that what democracy and this whole election process is supposed to be about?

If nothing else, I believe the AAP shows a coming of age of Indian democracy. Finally. And I think that alone makes them worthwhile of the chance. Unlike mass murderers and their close-minded sycophants, or dynasty loyalists..