Grow my children, grow!

My saffron My greens
My dreams, my passions
My greens my saffrons
I took them for a royal ride
To show them a world unseen
I had the rudder
Saffron’s did the sails
And greens mended my deck
Innocent were the saffron
Cute were my greens

Laughing at every jibe
Hands Patting backs
Hands holding backs
air filled with milkyness
Sweeter, tendered saffron mystifying atmosphere
And my greens, flourished with my saffron
Played a symphony of cuteness,

My little greeny leaf once woke me up
Took me on the deck
And we screamed along
Spring it is! It is spring!
And together we saw,
His majesty rising
Party it is!
And treat it was!

In the middle of the ocean
We were together

Before I could say another word
My greens turned grey
My saffarons spit fires
and winds did betray us
Crack! Shattering my deck, My mast came down,
Where do kids learn to fight?

Ribs broken
Corpses everywhere
Brothers killed brothers
Loved ambushed loved

Sky is no more blue!
No! its not green!
No! its not red!
Its black, shaded and tattered
Breeze sang Satan’s hymns

I watched my saffarons die
I saw my greens dying
Enough! That’s enough!
Don’t you dare fight!

But who hears this monk?
Nobody!
My little green was weeping
My newborn saffaron needed me
I took my two babies
Green in one
saffaron in other
dived in the ocean

to hell with your ship! To hell with you all!
And I swam a hundred miles
Reached this island

kids are best left with outsiders
and we are outsiders
refugees, who run away from pain, from sufferings,
from tears and from blood.

So here I stand, right on this rock
With my scratched fingernails
And laughing face
All alone, watching them rise again.

Grow my children grow!

cinderella girl

glossy lips,rossy cheeks,tiny eyes
madness it was
when you walked past me
back then, I could smell a thousand orchids
plunging my nose in your fragrances
I stood, mesmerized
was it heaven?

you must have heard my sealed lips singing
my heart dancing on your fingernails
flowers bloomed in a hairy chest
made my lifeless lip smile

swift you were
when you were leaving
was it humor?
for I laughed before I could realize
that dried tears could leave a a salty trail

calling it a day
heartbeats went numb
for they needed rest
for mending a heart where they belonged
for doped heartbeat can never comfort ones soul

Pilgrimage of an Atheist

They tossed an atheist
In the fire of theists
Broke his legs and made him kneel
He bowed, He Knelt

With his broken back
with tears in his eyes
he asked
where is god? where is god?

They slammed his face
on their deity's legs
he asked again, where is god?
and yes, his nose was bleeding

You are a non believer, you! Damn You!
said them all, echoing were the voices
and deafening was their noise

Thats what I am, He smiled,
and screamed
in your ocean of sanity I am the wild!
slit my wrists and hammer my bones!
make my veins bleed and dry up
let this bloodshed of mine make you merry
for, this universe needs humans
more than it needs your deity

He raised his bloody arms and cried
"I have traveled this universe many time,
with my imagination and my metaphors
found countless inspirations"
"and when fear burns my heart I remember them all"

Why should I believe a forced thought?
can I not be what I always was?
My mothers child, lover of this world, Thats all I ever was.
should I bow down for something ever
which is not even close to fragments of my imagination?
said he

and he bleed and bleed and bleed
and he cried and cried and cried
soon his voices were diluted
and everything he was, was lost.
his body, shattered
his arms, broken
his hope, hammered
and his life, gone, forever

Seasonal patriotism

We owe our freedom to the great deeds of our freedom fighters. We appreciate the efforts which were spent to make this nation what it is today. If cursing flaws of ones nation is termed as being inconsiderate then I doubt the very definition of the word “patriotism”. Finding flaws in existing social system and striving hard to correct them should be ideally the perfect definition of patriotism. Today is 15th aug 2010, we Indians “celebrate” this day as our independence day. Out of nowhere all the music channels start humming the tunes of patriotic music which was written by perhaps many of our freedom fighters. On this very day, I see people taking oaths to be the perfect sons n daughters of this very soil. Patriotism seems to flow endlessly in the souls n veins of millions of people. Words like “national pride”, “valor”, “dedication” are spoken a million times throughout the day. Nothing is wrong with all this! I honestly believe the day when we got our freedom needs to be remembered.
But why is it that on the 16th of august itself many individuals seem to forget all the oaths the proclaimed on 15th? Why is it that they don’t seem to honor the valor which they had just the day before? Where is the “patriotism” gone? I have seen people talking gallantry stuff when they are drunk, but when I meet them next morning they don’t seem to remember a single word they uttered the night before. After thinking about all these aspects, i don’t see a difference between those drunken men’s and these seasonal patriots. Forgetfulness is perhaps the biggest virtue of these seasonal patriots, “hypocrisy” being the second. A person who once shouted loud for his country in the streets seems busy with his routine lunacy, he effortlessly spreads garbage everywhere he visits and presents an epitome of the shameless litterbug. The students who swore that they would help the poor and needy suddenly get occupied with the thoughts of getting a job in a financially stronger country. I personally don’t see any harm in working for foreign nations, but i hate the people who laugh at me when I whine about the flaws about our society. That’s because the people who once designated me as a traitor are now dreaming wild about there job in USA and the people who once tagged me as a lunatic are now busy preparing for job interviews in UK.
I honestly believe that the human race should join its hands together and treat the entire planet as a single country. When I read about the orphans in some poor countries I feel helpless for not being able to help them. I want a world where people respect each other and love others. And this is how I believe the word “patriotism” will get a new meaning. That way, we wont need any visa to visit the North Pole and nor will our brothers and sisters in some poor places be banned from entering our vicinity. Let the peace prevail. May we all enjoy earth as a mutually shared planet without the existence of these national boundaries.

We are never free.

We often find society where we live a better place than the prison, but is that really the case? If freedom was the right to do things which one wants to do, then what’s the difference between a prison and the so called free society? Prison is a place where people are stacked for a common reason, a crime. Prisoners try to overcome their loneliness by keeping themselves occupied with certain fancies they cherish. These fancies keep them busy and hopeful about the future and more than anything else, it’s better to be occupied rather than suffering the securities of confinements. Occasionally, depending on the moods of fellow prison mates, the scenario might change considerably but the essence remains the same. To avoid any negative feelings, many people read books and learn new things, that’s how they entertain themselves. There is a daily routine which is predefined for the prisoner before the very arrival.
But is the society any different? Wat differentiates a free society from prison? No matter how the society is defined, it still remains a bunch of humans who are bound together for a common reason, just like a group of prisoners sitting in jail and doing few merry things which keeps them active and entertained. If anyone assumes the that he can let go all his efforts in the free society, he won’t be spared and would eventually land up in a jail where he would be forced to learn ways of working hard. This might get a bit tougher or even worse depending on the scenario. What would happen if someone completes his duties and is committed with his hard work? Would he be jailed? No! Why? That’s because if he was imprisoned for his life, his life would not change. He is already a prisoner of free society.

humiliation

I do bug you all a lot, don’t I? Well there’s always something great about writing and being read by few loved ones. So friends, I want to talk about the insane outburst of emotions which overflow when you get humiliated. A cold sweat drenches down your spine and u start shivering with fear, your forehead starts getting moist and you feel like you are getting choked. You try and avoid your tears, perhaps avoiding them flatters your ego. Sufferings seem endless, heart starts gushing blood in your brain and you get scared like a little baby who just saw the most deadly spider sitting on his tiny fingernails. Yes, the child inside you gets equally scared and feels like running away from the situation and sleeping right next to his daddy perhaps on daddy’s arm. Situations make you feel the worst living being alive in this entire universe and you get tormented by guilt, anger and sadness all at the same time.
Yeah, I agree every humiliation is not same and nor it is bound by any theoretical explanation or formula. But at least it humbles us, makes us see the world from a totally new perspective. Suddenly the world appears to have infinite dimensions and possibilities, there’s too much of data which our brain is unable to handle. This makes humiliation so great, it’s a great learning experience. And you have to pay your taxes in the form of shivers and trauma, but at least you learn something vital.,
Still not convinced? What are all these sufferings worth for? We don’t yet have an answer for this very question, don’t we! Look at all these sufferings and pains we get from a new perspective. I hope we all remember what happened to us when our daddy was driving as fast as he could to drop us in time to our school, we were scared! But we knew deep down inside our heart that we were enjoying the ride! Speed is everything, it kills your ego and tears away your complexes in a jiffy. This is what happens when you get humiliated, it might look a bit scary and fearful at that instance, but at least u enjoy laughing over it when you grow old! You cherish all those memories deep in your subconscious and feel elated. Adrenaline is such a crazy thing, it brings so much of excitement in your nerves, that you forget you were once weak.
So next time when someone is insulting you, don’t try to stop him. Look straight in his eyes and enjoy the ride, let your adrenaline break all the possible limits of excitement and then you will see the worlds new face.

1970's, i love this era

We don’t want to remember the lyrics of songs we hear these days. Perhaps they fail to make an impression on us which is deep enough to reach our innermost tissues. Liking songs and liking them more than anything else are two very different things. Ever wondered why this is so?
Songs we adored in 90’s were actually sung in 70’s and were written in 65’s. this gave singers n their musicians enough time to enhance their music so much that you feel like memorizing the lyrics the first time you hear them. This is quite rare now, every day comes with millions of blooming songs who come n go, they just fail to make the thundering impressions. I need classics, we need classics. Classics which are thundering with the wrath of perfection which was leashed for maybe a century. People have become more like tiny torpedoes, who don’t want to know why they are so ready to be blown to pieces. People don’t want to relish their journey but want to finish it as fast as possible, remember the days when adrenaline rush used to always fill veins and arteries with rage. But now?
Lets note deviate too much from our primary enigma, which was, “where are the classics gone?”. We need to understand the fact that every individual lives for a very short while and in order to make this time worth the effort, one has to put in more efforts. Efforts with the right scence of direction which moulds the society with its execution. Voices travel a lot, they reach places where light can’t pass and this makes music magnificent. I wish I could scream with my arms wide open “let those voices be amplified beyond your imagination, may they shake the earth and south our deepest temptations. Perhaps this is all for today.