Johnson Patel

ख्वाबी परिंदे   तलबगार हूँ उन लफ़्ज़ों का  जो ख़त से निकलते थे कभी बनकर कोई मशीयत भरे अलफ़ाज़  आज रहे गए बन कर सिर्फ आवाज़ आसमां से टूटते सितारे ऐसे फलक से उतरे हो कई परिंदे जैसे  जिन्हे उड़ते देख ख्वाइशें पूरी होती वैसे  ए खुदा     बख़्श  दे इन परिंदों को   जिनकी पूरी न होती आज़ादी की मुराद  भूल बैठा हूँ कुछ अफ़साने  मुक़्क़मल हो जाता है तराने  जब शुरू होता है इनका आग़ाज़  यही क्या कम है ,जब होता है लिहाज़  जिनकी इबादत में ही होके मशहूर  खो गया हूँ इस क़दर    चढ़ गया इसका फितूर  अधूरी सी है  ज़िन्दगी की एहमियत  भूल  बैठा वो शिद्दत और जुनूनीयत  मुश्किल से मिलते है मोती समंदर में  खामोश लगती है इनकी गहराईयां  तलब है,रग़बत है, मेरे दरमियाँ    दर्द में मशरूफ है इनका क़ाफ़िला  ढूँढ़ते रहे तदबीर बनाकर कोई फलसफा 

Shapes in the dark hide my shadows to raise the spark. many imperfections are seen by eyes that never lies wish to chase the skies. thoughts deeper than the ink smile sweeter than the wink might be a reason to think ahead a vision. but reality exists in the world hidden somewhere in the heart it appears only when fall from the hope of desert bless me god with thy shiny light forgive sins of the impure soul lives in such dark, black night demands freedom from the depressions struggling with thousands of questions heal me with peace, love, and joy I am not stable so please hold me tight somehow I follow my shadows in search of a path which is right holding on the promise I waited forever in rainy nights and cloudy morning. my mind was dull, surrounded by the violence of the time unseen clouds, value as null heart conquered the head it controls the command of mind when asked, after all You need...

Farmers,  our local heroes, the backbone of India who feeds millions of people without being loyal to health still smiles while having insufficient wealth   Sweat is the proof of their sacrifices just dream to rise the overprices their demands are compressed over the rules, whose children wish for the high schools, kiss the dust, to taste the hard work of our farmers they deserve respect and autonomy, To know their contribution to our economy. go through the past statistics, working late during harvest, worshiping for the rains, are the hope of desires. made their social life slowest. Their determination is enough for the protest. The moment, against any injustice they fight, Now marching for the basic needs and right. Imagine the pain that made them walk a thousand miles, From skipped meals to the bursts foot releasing their tears with fake smiles. Jai jawan , Jai kisan