Freevoice

Freevoice

I write because there is some lie that I want to expose, some fact to which I want to draw attention, said George Orwell. As a writer, I never kowtow to the whims and dictates of the sacred godmen or godwomen, the political bigots and hypocrites, dealers of laymen, the dishonest and self-serving intellectuals, traders of religions, the betrayers of ‘other’ Indians who eke out a living by their sweat, who are living in fear for being lynched for this and that.

When I Go for Evening Air

Bulging bellies, meaty thighs
Carp faces, hurried feet, talks of money, car, wine and girls

Dry limbs hurry for a smooth end
Feisty girls to sharpen body ridges

Jute Skinning

Abandoned people, abandoned hopes,
The cost of fertilizer and pesticides multiplied,
Beels are dry, But they will sow jute again.

A Mamuli Event

It highlights the post-modern, post-truth way of life. Savagery of wealth coexists with the unbearable pains of the poor.

I Am a Dedicated Troll

The poem is about Modi's digital army, which can kill anybody's honour and dignity online within seconds. It is based on Swati Chaturvedi's book 'I am a Troll'.

Ahmed Sofa: The Voice of the Deprived

Sofa wrote what he believed in. He disliked pretension, and his writing was devoid of exaggeration. His writings strongly voice the concerns of underprivileged people in our country. The writing was his passion. He led a very simple and ordinary life with little place for comfort and luxury.