Waakiye

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  • Advices that help me stay alive…!

    Advices that help me stay alive…!

    What’s the most profound piece of advice you’ve been given? Did you take it?

    30/05/2026@Waakiye

    Hey..

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    After a while exploring this app I found that the app on the phone or mobile repeats the prompts that happen last year…!

    And after installing this app Jetpack on my tablet it shows new prompts that I haven’t answered before,
    so,
    here I am answering those prompts who haven’t been answered by me yet…!

    Something about my life first;

    It feels like it has been a while since I’ve talked about my life my relationship or my feelings…!

    And,

    now that I’ve found a source to talk about things I like and an untapped source of prompts I think I can talk more about my mindset or my thinking…!

    A concept that I want to bring out;

    Men and their timid little minds telling them that the person is wrong or bad if he doesn’t wish him on their birthday at 12 in the morning…!

    I’ve delt with people like this who get mad if we don’t wish them at midnight and it affects them more than anything;

    I’ve had my chances too and I wish people by calling them at midnight and if they’re busy I drop a message and wish them,
    but,
    expecting “someone” to remember and wish them is impossible for others…!

    But,

    not if you have it saved on google calendar,
    as the message comes a day before or even a week before which you can always tweak while setting it up…!

    (khair…)

    Childlike behaviour is seen everywhere and that is what makes us different from each other…!

    Coming back to the prompt…!

    Most profound piece of advice that came my way

    If you’re living here in India,
    people think it’s their birthright to give you advice on things that happen around you or will happen in the near future…!

    But,
    something that these so called people don’t understand is,
    if the person they’re giving advice to values their words or not…!

    So most of the time,
    I feel the people who advice without asking are barking up the wrong tree as they choose to ignore it most of the time…!

    For me-

    I’ve been advised a whole lot by those who are my people and those who I consider stranger too;

    But,

    I’ve taken each and every advise given to me by my elders and those who I trust and know from a long time…!

    One of the best advice given to me was by my father;

    He told me to keep my head down,
    work hard in any field that I choose for myself,
    and,
    let your hardwork make you shine…!

    Even if it was something like following his footsteps into a business that he built and keeping it alive and running even after he’s long gone…!

    He taught me to never give up on those who were there with me when I had nothing and when you have something they will come to you as a test and when you have the world,
    it’s you who has to bring them up to a point where they can stand equal to you…!

    Never let anyone whom you ate with fall off;
    and beg infront of you..!

    If you fall,
    And they don’t come for your rescue,
    all they did was show you who they were,
    and the moments that you spent together became a part of your life where you can remember them as a happy part of your life where things were simple and they meant who they were,
    until other aspects like money and fame were involved…!

    A vision from my eyes to yours..!

    And,
    that is how I’ve been living life by forming my views and ideas based on advice I was given by my elders;

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • A little coffin

    A little coffin

    Stillborn,
    our kid was,
    Born a month and a half earlier due to complications,
    This was third time I was not able to bring our baby into this world…!


    Suddenly all her movements stopped,
    her kicking too and by the time we reached the hospital and I was on the Operating table,
    the worse had already happened…!


    They brought her out by operating on my body and reopening the same incision that had healed now,
    under anaesthesia I was able to see as they pulled her out and she had no movement or cries;

    A smack on the butt didn’t work and they moved her to NICU;

    After cleaning me up and suturing me they told me to take rest,
    but,
    I was worried about her…!

    After a few hours I woke up and I heard nothing about her,
    all I saw was my husband worried and horrified…!

    I feared worst,
    and that fear came true;

    No lub-dub,
    no cries,
    no one to call our own;

    After spending a few days in the hospital,
    I returned home and asked him,
    how was she,
    and where did you take her…?

    He told me she was absolutely gorgeous,
    and,
    she had your eyes,
    a mix of our face leaning towards your feminine tendencies,
    and,
    She was a little underweight,
    but,
    other than that she was well…!

    We both cried as he described,
    what our baby looked like;

    Within an hour doctors declared,
    and handed her to him,
    and told him there was nothing more they could do…!

    He took her to our home,
    showed her all the pictures that we had together,
    and he told her,
    how much your mom would have loved to pamper you…!

    After which,
    we went to the cemetery,
    and bought a little coffin,
    and asked the support staff to prepare the area;

    As he sat there with her,
    staring at what would be the last time he’d see her,
    the hymns rung around us,
    and he placed her in that little coffin;

    They sealed it shut and guided him towards the place that would carry her name,
    forever;
    As he sat there on the ground,
    right next to where they were about to lower her,
    He stared at that little coffin,
    one last time…!

    As this would be the last time he’d see her here on this world,
    but he knew,
    we both will meet her when we leave these bodies and transcend to a world beyond this one;
    Husbands pov


    She was crying like it was the end of her,
    and it made me cry too,
    and I asked myself;

    Is this all that we have…?
    Sadness and a dying hope of having our own child…?

    I didn’t bring these words to my mouth,
    but,
    kept them within me,
    as,
    it was time to be strong and console her,
    and pull her out of the fear,
    anger and pain that surrounded her…!

    We have to be strong as we have to continue our lives together,
    But,
    moments like these shake us,
    break our spirits and will from the very core…!

    But,

    we have to continue our roles that we have promised,
    and,
    A promise is made to the departed,
    that we will meet again,
    once again…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • What happens when your own desires try to eat you alive?

    You’re sitting there,
    In the comfort of your own room,
    And,
    You find your desires,
    Pushing you…!

    Pushing you in a direction that is opposite of what you wanted to be,
    Telling you to send another message to the person who isn’t good for you,
    Telling you to spend another hour scrolling short videos on the platform that you like,
    Telling you to go on that x rated site and watch more videos just for pleasure,
    Telling you to go out to the club and have a drink with people who are complete strangers and maybe get lucky if things go well;

    That voice warns you not to indulge in such activities and compels you to quit it and pushes you in a right direction;

    But,
    Your overstimulated mind,
    Registers that voice as a noise,
    And cancels it out and pushes you in a direction that is destructive,
    And makes you lose a small piece of yourself every moment you catch yourself after indulging and promise yourself that you won’t,
    And the next morning you break this so called promise you made to yourself;

    Until you find yourself in a pit—
    After breaking countless promises to self,
    You try and look for a way out,
    A source of light,
    But,
    There’s none to be found;

    When you’re surrounded by the choices that made you who you are,
    You look at the way you lived your life,
    Which makes you feel shame,
    sadness and anger at yourself….

    It makes you think  how you had the power to change things,
    But,
    You didn’t,
    You just went with the flow and did what people around you did;

    And,
    When you look at them,
    You feel like they aren’t affected by this;

    This rise of consciousness from within,
    And it makes you question,
    Are they conscious or still lying to themselves…?

    A dim voice answers from within,

    Those people are running a facade that isn’t visible to the naked eye,
    But,
    They are dying ever so little,
    Their indulgence is killing them ever so slightly,
    Their dependence on this world and its pleasures with their constant interaction with the factors that shape their life,
    Makes them lose their sense each time they choose something that isn’t right,
    Or,
    When the realisation hits;


    The voice that is just and wants you to be normal dimming with each act that is against your moral will,
    Until it fades away,
    Leaving you alone,

    All alone…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • You ask G0d for change in your life, But are you ready to welcome it…?

    You ask G0d for change in your life, But are you ready to welcome it…?

    But,
    Isn’t all of this pre-decided…?

    Aren’t we living in a world where each action is predetermined…?
    and it’s playing according to what is already written..!

    We ask,
    Ask that stone figurine,
    Ask that book,
    Ask prophets and religious scholars——
    His will;

    And,
    All we get in return of our questions,
    Our deep profound questions that make this life feel like a lost cause are answers that we already know——


    It’s according to their will and nothing will betray it,
    and,
    the number of breaths that are written in your fate,
    you will breathe them-
    no more than that and no less than that…!

    The more they talk about it in circles,
    the less credible they feel;
    ————
    A scenario that happened in real life


    Once a person asked me who am I to challenge the word of G0d and not believe in everything that is told to me by my elders and preachers;

    A question that has A simple answer,
    which would hurt him;

    But,
    on telling him that,
    “I’ve reached an age where I can question things and form my own thoughts and opinions about them,
    and I need no support to have my own system that helps me transverse this world;

    but,
    there are instances where I get stuck and I need answers,
    that’s why I seek these religious believers who have devoted their lives to a spiritual being,
    for these questions…!”

    What about your parents…
    Don’t they feel ashamed when you question their beliefs…?

    “Again,
    I’ve reached an age where I am able to form my own beliefs and follow what appears true to me and my conscience,
    and,
    if it doesn’t,
    no one has the right to force me into a religious practice that I don’t like…!”

    You're someone who came from Hindu parents and how can you question the religion that you came from…?

    Again,
    it was their duty to assure that I grew up strong and with a will that would help me survive this world,
    and,
    they never questioned anything that I asked them,
    even if it was something about religion;

    I came from them,
    and they happen to practice Hinduism,
    But,
    that doesn’t make me someone who would blindly trust anything that happens around us;

    That’s why I ask such questions,
    and,
    when my questions got away from their scope they told me to ask these questions to people who are at the pinnacle,
    these pandits,
    maulanas,
    paathis and father in a church-

    The questions that I might have…!
    ——

    Anger,
    now visible on their face,
    I decided to move away from them after greeting the pandit,
    and walking back home…!
    I thought to myself was  it G0d’s will that a passerby would arrive and feel anger when I questioned not him but a pandit who was answering my questions because of our he has been for the past couple of years;

    Next day on returning I found that,
    the person who got into a verbal quarrel with me over belief,
    Got into some trouble as he was cheating the customers of their money by rigging his scale and shorting their weight by a few ten grams each time;

    Until a raid was made when he was chanting mantras in a section of his workspace where he made a small temple…!

    A person bought a kilo of sugar and he told one of the employee that it feels light;

    Before he could intervene and press the switch that neutrals the scale,
    it was taken off by officers from
    the department and they found out he could change it from zero to 50 grams;
    After shifting its entire blame on a poor employee instead of him,
    He got away with a warning and the employee was taken away by the officers…!

    The next day as I came across him,
    I asked,
    how did he feel after throwing someone under the bus when he was really the mastermind behind it all…?

    On saying what are you going to do about it,
    I knew he was a person who was religious just to wash away his sins after committing them,
    and,
    didn’t ever thing about not committing them in the first place…!
    Few days later,
    the police shut down his shop,
    after that employee didn’t know how to control that machine and its tweaking;

    He was arrested for cheating numerous customers over a span of a decades and also cancelled the license of the weighing scale shop where he got it modified from…
    A tale that I tell to people who show off their religion and boast about it,
    but,
    in their shadow,
    they become someone akin to a thief,
    and cheat the same people they sit with and chant with and eat food with in the home of G0d…!

    I do have some more questions that I need to ask him,
    but,
    I’m waiting for some sort of transformation to happen on its own…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Ostracised out of my family because of my husband’s drinking…!

    Ostracised out of my family because of my husband’s drinking…!

    (Part-1)

    I wish I would have known about his drinking habit——
    excessive drinking habit before we were married;

    He drinks to a point where he becomes a slop,
    and is unable to walk or even stand and that brings me immense shame,
    no matter how much I say…!

    It started from drinking only at the weekend to get rid off all the troubles and stresses that he had at work,
    later it was every other day,
    and now it has become every day…!

    It only became a bigger problem when one day he didn’t have money,
    I know there were a few days for the month to still be over,
    and,
    He asked me for some money;

    On asking him the reason why he needed the money,
    He told me that he needed to buy something and he didn’t receive his salary in full as there were some days he took off due to some health problems..
    (Throwing up after a night of drinking and not having enough energy to go to work the next day…)


    I told him that,
    I’ll buy him whatever he needs when I go to the market in the evening,
    At that time it was 1:30pm and I planned on going to market at 5 in the evening…!

    He asked me to give him some money which I refused,
    In retaliation,
    he struck me…!

    It was the very first time I was struck by his hand,
    And,
    there was shame and fear and anger mixing in my mind,
    my face was radiating heat where his palm hit my face;

    To which he only said,
    give me some money,
    I grabbed my purse and threw some money in his direction which he missed and got on all fours and picked up the notes and went outside…!

    I was there,
    left all alone,
    all alone to cope,
    to face what just happened to me,
    as I stared at my face,
    my wheatish face turned red in shame,
    and the impression of his palm on my left cheek,
    that covered the whole left side of my face…!

    I sobbed,
    those seconds,
    turned into minutes
    minutes into hours;

    and,
    I sat there sobbing,
    uncontrollably for atleast a few hours,
    before I could get a hang of the situation,
    it was 4:45 in the evening…

    I looked at my face in that broken mirror that was held together by clear tape,
    broken by him one day as he returned home and couldn’t stand and took its support which came down and broke from one of the corners pricking his shoulder and it was a bloody mess…!

    We didn’t buy a new one because we planned on changing the whole dressing table which would come with a big mirror;

    But,
    my hopes and dreams with this guy who I married washed away as I turned on the tap and watched the water go down the drain…!


    I washed my face after staring at the water,
    and it hit the left side of my face like it was pricking it…!


    I lightly tapped my face with my hands full of water and it hurt,
    it hurt more than it made me angry now,
    as I sat on the can and thought to myself,
    is this what I’m left with,
    left to be a punching bag,
    that takes all the hits and stays shut…!

    I called my mom,
    She answered my second call and before I could tell anything to her,
    she told me that someone saw Ravi(my husband);
    drinking at 12 noon,
    Outside the liquor shop;


    Another time your uncle saw him limping towards your home as he was coming to our house;


    She asked,
    He hasn’t raised his hand or anything right,
    because I don’t know what we would do then…!

    These words were enough,
    I know no one would be coming to my rescue,
    and if something were to happen to me,
    I wouldn’t have to call her…!

    I’m alright maa,
    I wanted to ask abut something,
    but I’ll call you later,
    he will be coming home soon..!

    As I controlled myself,
    I cut the call and cried,
    cried until I couldn’t…!


    ………


    After drinking a big glass of water,
    I went to our bed and fell asleep…!

    Hope no daughter has to face this day.
    but,
    In this world we live with monsters that do this on the daily,
    No daughter deserves to be treated this way…!

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Segregation amongst ourselves…!

    Segregation amongst ourselves…!

    A woman beaten just because she was taking water out of a handpump;

    A person of lower class made to drink his own urine as a form of torture;

    A person not allowed to take water from the tank that was set up by higher class;

    A person,
    just like you and I,
    denied medical treatment just because of their class;

    The same not allowed to travel in an ambulance in emergency,
    or even when taking the lifeless body…!
    The above are just the surface level things,
    and,
    you won’t believe my words if I were to dwell deeper,
    and talk about the injustices amongst women and girl child…

    The type of atrocities they face in backward areas of our own Country——
    India 🇮🇳!
    We talk about being equal,
    Talk about abolishing the rights granted to them by the government,
    But,
    We can’t seem to consider them equal to us,
    and,
    until we can’t——

    We cannot abolish the rights and reservations granted to them by court of law…!

    I know that it starts from us,
    from each one of us,
    to treat them with respect that each and every person deserve;

    No matter their social class,
    no matter where they stand,
    no matter if they come from money or not,
    They are humans and deserve a life just like us…!
    And,
    until we can’t see them as fellow beings,
    just like you and I;

    We must live in a world with reservations,
    Until segregations exist within our minds…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Bhakt banu ya Andhbhakt…?

    Bhakt banu ya Andhbhakt…?

    Kaha jaane lagaa mujhe bachpan se hee-
    kay jao mandir,
    Jao maatha tekne apna uss dwaar par jahaa viraajmaan hain hamare bhagwaan…

    Jee naa karne par bhee chala gaya main,
    uss din se nafrat hone lagi mujhe,
    dono uske naam se,
    aur,
    woh jis dwaar par staaphit usse bhee…

    kyaa samjhu main apne aap ko?

    Ek kaafir,
    dushman apne dharm kaa,
    kyonki,
    Sabh ho jaate dur jabh main kehta main nahi maantaa kisi khuda main,
    jo aaye kabhi iss dunya main,
    aur,
    unke naam par karobaar chalu kar diya ha ham logon ne…!

    Karobaar kaisa…?
    Pooche woh mujhse…

    Magar,
    Main apne shabd bolne se pehle chupa lu,
    aas paas ka mahaul dekh;

    Par,
    jabh gaur se dekhu main,
    dikhe mujhe kayi log,

    Ek hindu jiske hoton par saji cigarette aur kash kheeche bade woh;

    Ek panjabi jiske haath main jaam aur kuch pal baad woh phir khatam kar bhar le woh kaanch ka glaas;

    Ek musalmaan bhai mera jo waise toh manaa karta koi bhee nashe ko par aksar paau main usko chabate hue tobacco;

    Bhai bolu main sabh ko,
    par apni jagah larh rahe ha woh inse,
    har ek aeb se jo lage unko;


    Main bhee apni jagah kahaa theek?

    Mujhe bhee lagay kitne aeb,
    sharab,
    woh naa mile toh dhuaa pau apne aas paas…!

    Apni jagah main kharaab,
    par itna nahi kee main maan lu har ek baat jo mera dharm kahe mujhe…!

    Par,
    Waakiye,
    Abhi  toh tumne kahaa kee tumhara koi dharm nahi!!!

    Jee haan,
    mera koi dharm nahi,
    aur ye hee mera dharm;

    Kisi ko bure mahaul main dekh main khush ye mera dharm nahi,

    Kisi neeche ko neecha dikhana ye mera dharm nahi,

    kisi bure insaan ko bure karam karte dekh usse naa rokna—
    ye mera dharm nahi…!

    Binaa kisi kitaab ke jeena jo mujhe bataye kya sahi kyaa galat ye ha mera dharm,
    aur ye dharm,
    koi murat nahi,
    koi patthar nahi,
    koi kitaab bhee nahi;

    Ye woh ha,
    jo mere mann main,
    mere andar…!

    Mera dharm…!

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    English Translations

    Should I become a sane believer or a blind one?

    I was told since childhood,
    “Go to the temple,
    Go bow your head at that doorway where our God resides…”

    Even when I didn’t want to, I went.
    And from that very day,
    I began to hate both,
    His name,
    and the doorway where He was placed…

    What am I supposed to think of myself?

    An infidel?
    An enemy of my own religion?
    Because everyone distances themselves the moment I say
    that I do not believe in any God
    who ever came into this world,
    and that we humans have turned their names into a business…!

    “What kind of business?”
    they ask me…

    But before I can speak my thoughts aloud,
    I hide them,
    after looking at the atmosphere around me;

    Yet when I observe closely,
    I see many people——

    A Hindu, with a cigarette resting on his lips, drawing deep puffs;

    A Punjabi, with a drink in his hand, only to refill that glass again moments later;

    A Muslim brother of mine,
    who speaks against every form of intoxication,
    yet I often find him chewing tobacco;

    I call them all brothers,
    yet each of them is fighting battles within themselves,
    against every flaw that clings to them;

    And where am I right myself?

    I too carry countless flaws——
    alcohol,
    and if not that, then smoke surrounds me…!

    I am flawed in my own ways,
    but not enough to accept every single thing my religion tells me to…!

    “But, Waakiye,
    didn’t you just say you have no religion?”

    Yes,
    I have no religion,
    and that itself is my religion;

    To feel happiness seeing someone trapped in darkness—
    that is not my religion;

    To belittle someone already beneath you—
    that is not my religion;

    To watch a cruel person commit atrocious acts
    and not stop them—
    that is not my religion…!

    To live without a book telling me what is right and wrong—
    that is my religion.

    And this religion
    is not an idol,
    not a stone,
    not even a book;

    It is that
    which lives in my heart,
    within me…!

    My religion…!

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Isn’t she your wife …?

    Isn’t she your wife …?

    I asked him on a serious note because I thought he was joking to me about the statement he just said…!

    “She owes me intimacy,
    because she is my wife…!”

    He repeated himself in that Delhi metro coach that had AC running and cold sweats started to form on my head and my back,
    thinking on how many levels he was wrong…!

    I asked him to repeat because I thought I heard him wrong…!

    You heard me right the first time…!

    This was one of the reasons I married her,
    I was physically active before and I asked her if she was——

    She said she wasn’t;

    But,
    that doesn’t mean men don’t have any needs…!

    ———

    The words that he was spewing from his mouth made me realise how big of a mistake I made in choosing him as a friend,
    A brother who helped me get through some tough times and I did the same with him;

    But,
    How did all of this escape my observation…?
    I thought to myself!


    How did I let such behaviour pass through my scope?
    Did my mind automatically filter this behaviour,
    or——
    did it avoid bringing up such things because It knew what type of answers it would receive…!

    Must have been the latter…!

    Because I never remember bringing up girls/women on any topic to him…!
    We debarked that metro and I asked him to join me for a quick snack…!

    As we sat in Burger King at Rajiv chowk and ordered burgers and drinks;

    And,
    I asked him yet again…!

    Bhai,
    you know that your relationship or your married life cannot hinge on intimacy right?

    It felt like he was about to choke on his burger and I advised him to take a sip of his cold drink;

    He told me something that shook me to my core,

    “There are needs that I have——”

    Cutting him I said,
    “What about her,
    Her needs or her own choices…?”

    Just because you married her,
    it doesn’t mean that she owes you sex…!

    And nowhere it says,
    that your needs are above hers…!
    He laughed that evil and psychotic laugh that a person does when he thinks he’s bigger than anyone and everyone is beneath them…!

    ————

    When I married her,
    I paid it all off on my own,
    And,
    Didn't demand any dowry——

    I didn’t ask for a single penny,
    and it was their choice to give me a small car and some furniture;

    Maybe they thought it was enough,
    but,
    the fathers of daughters give their daughters each and every thing,
    from small to big like fridge, AC, TV and many other things…!
    But,
    they thought a small car would be enough if I said no…!

    Who even has a small car in these times…!
    I was looking at him in horror as this dumb fellow of mine was travelling on metro because the thar that he bought after selling off their car was too big to bring where our office was situated…!

    All it did was collect dust by the evening and each morning the cleaner would clean it…!

    I was looking at his face as he was chomping down his burger and was onto the next one and occasionally sipping on his drink…!

    And I came to the realisation,
    This grown a55 dude was a man child who was a puppet with the old ideas that boasted teaching women their place and getting the most out of a father who just gave their daughters their whole worlds
    to such son in laws…!
    He made a mess while eating and his mouth was covered in sauce,
    I handed him a napkin to clean it and he took out his phone and in it
    he checked and cleaned it…!

    From an outside observers pov you would think that he was a medium
    built man wearing a shirt and pants working 9 to 5,
    earning good money,
    travelling by metro and trying to conserve energy and helping nature…

    But,

    As soon as all of it was over,
    He would go to his real self,
    and become this person who would be unrecognisable from
    what he was…!

    The type of warning I give to all those who are seeking people and looking for partners who would complete them…!

    The story remains incomplete because that is where I draw a line,
    Only when a person shows efforts of change,
    There is a need for your interference…!

    If not,
    you must not go out of your way to get them to change…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Ek aisi jagah jo dharm nahi dekhti…!

    Ek aisi jagah jo dharm nahi dekhti…!

    निकल रहा था मैं उस जगह के आगे से,
    आते-जाते दिखे सड़क पर वह,
    मिले वहाँ भीड़,
    जिस पल आप उसके आगे से निकले;

    कुछ लोग आए वहा चोरी के लिए,
    तो कुछ लोग आए जो आदी उसके,
    घर बर्बाद कर दिए उस चीज़ ने कईओं के,
    तो कई अमीर-तरीन लोग दिखे आपको वहा;

    कैसी बात है,
    मिले वहा आपको कई मेरे जैसे लेखक भी,
    औरतें भी,
    इंसान जो अभी-अभी १८ के हुए,
    वह भी जिनकी टाँगें कब्र में,
    कई मिले आपको बाहर खड़े,
    तलाश में अपने जैसे लोगों की;

    ना दिखी किसी को कोई ज़ात,
    ना दिखी किसी इंसान ने उसके सिर पर सफेद टोपी,
    या सिर पर कोई पगड़ी,
    ना देखे कोई साफ़ा लपेटा हुआ,
    और ना देखे कोई अगर एक बाल भी नहीं उसके सिर पर;

    सब जेबों में से पैसे निकाले,
    कई अपना फ़ोन आगे कर,
    क्यू-आर कोड की डिमांड करे,
    लड़ाई भी हो जाये जब पैसे कम पड़े,
    गाली-गलोच भी,
    लात-घूसे भी;

    अंदाज़ा हुआ के नहीं…?

    कुछ देर बाद,
    ये देखने के बाद के भीड़ छँट गई है,
    वह दुकान का शटर उठा ले,
    और फिर वह हताश भीड़ वापस लौट आए;

    कई उतरें महँगी गाड़ियों में से,
    कई स्कूटर पर से,
    कई पैदल आए,
    आता हर कोई ये बात पक्की…

    एक सूखा-कमज़ोर,
    तीली जैसा आदमी भी आए,
    और सेठ भी,
    लदी जिनकी उँगलियाँ सोने और हीरे से,
    चेन भारी गले मैं लिश्कती;

    जाऊ मैं भी,
    और आप भी,
    तरीके से इस्तेमाल करे तो ठीक है,
    और वह भी जो नाजायज़ फ़ायदा उठाए,
    और तबीयत ख़राब कर बैठे,
    नियत जो बिगड़ी उनकी;

    अब तो पहचान गए होंगे आप लोग-
    के अभी भी नहीं…?

    अगर नहीं,
    तो आपको बाहर निकालकर अपने आस-पास रहने वाले लोगों को देखना चाहिए;

    मिल जाएगी आपको आसानी से दुकान,
    उसके साथ चिप्स-कोल्ड ड्रिंक भी रखता वह,
    सिगरेट भी,
    चखना भी;

    जी हाँ,
    लगता है अब समझ आ गया हा आपको——

    English translations

    A place that doesn’t see any religious beliefs 

    “I was passing by that place,
    Saw them on the roads, coming and going,
    Found a crowd gathered there,
    Whenever you walk past it;

    Some came there to steal,
    Some came because they were addicted to it,
    That thing destroyed many homes,
    Yet you would also see the wealthiest people there;

    Strange, isn’t it?
    You would find many writers like me there too,
    Women as well,
    People who had just turned eighteen,
    And those whose legs were already in the grave;
    Many stood outside,
    Searching for people like themselves;

    No one saw anyone’s caste there,
    No one cared for the white cap upon a head,
    Or a turban resting above it,
    No wrapped saafa was noticed,
    Nor whether a man had even a single hair left on his head;

    Everyone pulled money from their pockets,
    Many stretched their hand with their phone forward,
    Demanding the QR code;

    Fights would break out when money fell short,
    Abuses exchanged,
    Kicks and punches thrown;

    Still haven’t guessed it…?

    After some time,
    Once he saw the crowd had dispersed,
    The shopkeeper would lift the shutter again,
    And that desperate crowd would return once more;

    Some stepped out of expensive cars,
    Some arrived on scooters,
    Some came walking,
    But one thing was certain,
    everyone came;

    A frail, dried-up man,
    Thin as a matchstick, would come too,
    And so would the wealthy Seths,
    Their fingers loaded with gold and diamonds,
    Heavy chains glittering around their necks;

    I go there too,
    And I hope you’ve went there too,
    If used carefully, it is fine,
    But there are also those who misuse it,
    Ruining their health,
    Their intentions already corrupted;

    By now, you must have recognized it—
    Or still not…?

    If not,
    Then perhaps you should step outside
    And observe the people around you;

    You’ll easily find the shop,
    The one that also keeps chips and cold drinks beside it,
    Cigarettes too,
    And snacks to go along with them;

    Yes…
    Seems like now you finally understand…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • In a fight to seek Justice….!

    In a fight to seek Justice….!

    An already answered prompt telling me to go into my saved half written posts and completing them…!

    Trigger Warning:
    This piece references sexual violence, crimes against minors, death, and the emotional aftermath of injustice.

    न्याय ?

    आए दिन खबर आए,
आस में हम सभ की न्याय…!

किसी दिन,
एक छोटी लड़की—
२.५ साल की;

एक बुजुर्ग औरत किसी दिन,
८० साल की थी जो;


और हमारे मुंह से निकले,
वही शब्द;

——

किसी अनजान के मुंह से वह निकले हैरानी में,

मगर—
पीड़ित जो,
उसकी माँ-बाप के मुंह से निकले वोह,
आह में,
अनंत दुख में;

——

बस एक ही गुहार जो आज इकट्ठा हुए—
इकट्ठा हुए हम सभ,
कि
कभी मिल पायेगा,
उसको,
या उसके परिवार को 
न्याय?

या
घूमते फिरेंगे कुछ दिनों में ये हैवान,
फिर-
किसी और के साथ ऐसा कुछ होने पर,
उसे मौत के घाट उतार देने पर;


मिले वही चेहरे,
एक बार फिर किसी दूसरी रैली पर,
एक और जान को गवा देने के बाद;

हम सभ भूल जाएँगे,
एक बार फिर से भूल जाएँगे;

क्या होता है वोह शब्द,
जिसको पाने के लिए एकत्र किए थे—
इस सरकार से,
इस खाखी वर्दी से;

कि,
कभी मिलेगा हमे,
या,
उन पीड़ितों के घर वालो को,

    न्याय…?

    English translation….! ⬇️

    Justice….?

    Every other day we hear the news,
    All of us seek justice—

    Someday,
    It’s a little girl
    2 and a half year old;

    Someday it’s an old woman,
    80 year old she was;


    And from our mouths you hear,
    That same word;

    ——

    From an unknown person’s mouth its spoken in a tone that’s surprising,

    But,
    From the victim’s—
    Their Mother’s and father’s mouth its heard
    In pain,
    In eternal sorrow;

    ——

    On that same painful note-
    We all have gathered here today,

    Someday we’ll be able to find her,
    and to her family,
    Justice…!

    Or,

    In a few days these animals will roam freely,
    And again,
    when this act is repeated with someone,
    And her existence is removed from
    the face of the earth;


    The same faces will meet again,
    Meet again on someone else’s rally,
    After losing yet another soul;

    We all will forget,
    In this deranged forgetfulness we will seek justice once again;

    Seeking that word or its meaning;


    To find it we have gathered here today,
    From the government,
    From these policemen;

    Can we ever find it,
    Or,
    Help their parents find…

    Justice…?

    Love Waakiye 🤍