Independence Day!

Mongols, Afghans, Mughals,

British, French, Portugals,

Invaded so many,

Dictated for years plenty,

With courage we fought,

Some won and some lost,

Be any battle or a war anytime,

Our leaders and fighters roared every time, 

From Swords and horses,

To tanks and bullets,

The journey was a thorny road,

To this new independent India,

In which we now freely roam.

Lot thankful and full of gratitude,

For all who fought, with strength and stride,

To build this India, the flag we wear with pride,

Free with thoughts, visions and actions,

To aspire, achieve and follow our passions,

But there are new enemies now,

From who we need to get freedom now,

Let's ask ourselves how,

The ones hidden in forms of gadgets and all screens black,

The algorithms tracking and recommending us with all hidden hacks,

Influencing us to become into something they can own,

So they can sell us to the ads and earn so much more,

Moving the behaviors of masses for their own good,

Creating a world of consumerism, and all things unsustainable,

For nature and for human minds,

Where we run for happiness, artificially created by these robot minds,

Using our own , and our friends data,

To influence us, to buy what it says,

to visit what is recommended,

Everything already predicted for us,

To compare our real lives from social media,

So we get sad and become what they want,

In hidden but friendly ways,

So we don't even get to know what we would be becoming to,

The bands on hands, buds on ears,

The screens in palms, the lenses on eyes,

All luring us with their feature,

Creating false aspirations to see,

Giving us all fancy stuff and addiction in free,

Which humans would be glued to ,

So the business for them can run forever for free,

To sell us to the consumerism,

And we'd be bonded for life,

The revolution for the new freedom has to start now,

Freedom from these artificial robots , gadgets coming in as invaders on our minds,

Freedom from all thoughts regulated by technologies,

To become much more natural humans,

 That we are supposed to be,

Thinking and living freely, touched to nature,

And use the screens only for a better world,

Where the tech is the slave and we are the master,

Not the other way round, where the world is nearing a disaster.

Wondering how!

 In these crowded jungles of concrete,

Amongst fancy buildings of shining glass,

Living and working in opposite world’s hours,

Becoming high profile digital coolies,

Being around these modern world labourers elite, 

Robot like forms of humans,

With eyes constantly stuck on screens, even while walking,

Think that eye contact with co humans is awkward,

But its cool to ignore everyone and scroll reels,

Ears always packed with wires playing random songs,

Think that talking to co passengers , listening to their stories,

Is not cool enough in new ways of living,

Tonnes of petrol burnt by these automobiles of steels,

Creating polluted exhausted oxygen less streets,

All of them with three empty seats in each,

With one lonely human burning eyes,

Watching all the lights red,

All of above says emotions and connections are so dead,

Even in this wholesome virtually connected world,

We feel disconnected with the real people around our world,

Looking at these humans becoming lone working machines,

Wonder how the world will be in half a century.

Life

 The gift of life,

Wrapped in age,

The time unwraps,

For us , gives all it has,

The goods and the bads,

One by one,

Slowly and gradually,

Being kid to becoming adult,

Growing to be young,

Is all happy and good,

Excited to open up the future,

Every moment, day, month and years,

Always, getting something new,

But once the high has come,

And we keep opening up,

We find the flipsides of all,

That growing to be old,

Is all pains and colds,

As we unwrap more,

And get to the core,

Layer by layer,

Like a cabbage or an onion,

Starting to reduce in radius and sizes,

But grows in thickness and life meanings,

As we unwrap more and more,

We find the essence,

That it lies in the process,

Bruises and wrinkles,

Scars and tears,

Reality checks of lives,

Loved ones around us,

Coming and going,

In lives and in the world,

Living hard times and good as well,

Living happy times and sorrows as well,

Health and sickness,

But as we approach the end,

We find that the layers have ended,

And there’s nothing inside,

As there is no destination of life,

Its the journey of getting inside,

Layer by layer,

Touching , feeling every age and moment of life.