I hate you in light,
I love you at night...
Even then there's no fight
Oh! that, is your plight...
Love is transient
If, you call that love...
The soundless screams,
The tear less cries...
The smiling face of pain,
A dirt not cleansed by rain...
Still your fate's so plain
Yes! you are forced to do it; again and again...
Child you never were...
As wild was I.
Mild a touch nowhere...
As I was never fair.
Crushed; a beautiful flower...
Pushed to the end of your soul
Hushed like the sound of silence
Living a life so foul...
If you had made the choice
Disgust is what I show...
If choice was never a choice
Sympathy; I let it flow...
But the truth as true as truth
Stands naked in front of both
I was the one that drove you -
to that choice, or, the choice that never was
Alas! I turn blind, to only the naked latter...
Enjoy that of the former, and punish the same with shame!...
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 08, 2008
An outraged Indian....!
The year 2008 has been a journey of sorts for India. The thing that stands out of all this (overtaking even the financial crisis) is, of course, the terrorism that's strangling the country... After all these bomb blasts and yes, the gruesome war at Mumbai, Indians are restless...
Times like these shake awake, the feelings of Patriotism and responsibility towards one's country. The young and old alike, want to take responsibility, get some action done, see something change and contribute to that change... At this juncture, the India Today Group has come out with a movement brilliantly named "Declare War against Terror" and asks every citizen to take part in this movement pledging to weed terrorism... I was highly thrilled to watch the advertisement asking us to join it by visiting the website or through sms's... Was waiting to see what this movement is going to do, may be an opportunity to let out our anger in the form of some productive action - contributing to the cleaning up of our country... Just high disappointment... The ad' simply concluded: "the participants' names will be on the website and broadcast on TV"...!!! There was nothing about this being a platform to start various activities, nothing about any "actions" whatsoever... Then not wanting to accept disappointment I checked out the website, expecting more information. But none... The only good thing was the "Ask experts" on terror... But there again, I couldn't find already asked questions and answers...
"Names will appear on TV and website"... Is that all you can think of to say to people just after the attack. Is that all you can say to the enraged public who in a very long time have come out of their cocoons and really want to act on something... I noticed there's a column on "Suggestions and Ideas to act against terror" in the pledging form... The only consoling part... If there is going to be any such "acting on such gathered ideas" (I really hope there is), people like me I'm sure will be more than ready to contribute even if it is going to be only a very small part irrespective of their names being broadcast on TV or website...
Times like these shake awake, the feelings of Patriotism and responsibility towards one's country. The young and old alike, want to take responsibility, get some action done, see something change and contribute to that change... At this juncture, the India Today Group has come out with a movement brilliantly named "Declare War against Terror" and asks every citizen to take part in this movement pledging to weed terrorism... I was highly thrilled to watch the advertisement asking us to join it by visiting the website or through sms's... Was waiting to see what this movement is going to do, may be an opportunity to let out our anger in the form of some productive action - contributing to the cleaning up of our country... Just high disappointment... The ad' simply concluded: "the participants' names will be on the website and broadcast on TV"...!!! There was nothing about this being a platform to start various activities, nothing about any "actions" whatsoever... Then not wanting to accept disappointment I checked out the website, expecting more information. But none... The only good thing was the "Ask experts" on terror... But there again, I couldn't find already asked questions and answers...
"Names will appear on TV and website"... Is that all you can think of to say to people just after the attack. Is that all you can say to the enraged public who in a very long time have come out of their cocoons and really want to act on something... I noticed there's a column on "Suggestions and Ideas to act against terror" in the pledging form... The only consoling part... If there is going to be any such "acting on such gathered ideas" (I really hope there is), people like me I'm sure will be more than ready to contribute even if it is going to be only a very small part irrespective of their names being broadcast on TV or website...
Sunday, February 03, 2008
............
The silence that pervades all space.... The deep unrelenting silence...
Not only the one in the mourning funeral of a close one's death... Not only the eternal silence of the deaf and dumb... Not only the pregnant silence of unspoken words of an emotional moment... Not just the one that follows the dawning of a bitter understanding of a truth...
But also,
The one that underlies a crowded street... The one that gives a background for the colourful painting of a gaitey crowd in a park or a beach... The one that is an undercurrent in the non cessant sounds of life everywhere... The language of Gaya and the Universe...
This is an unusal kind... It's presence is not felt untill you pay attention and not listen to anything in particular... Untill you just let yourself flow with it... Just be there; present yet not present, visible yet not visible, seeing yet blind, hearing yet deaf, touching yet senseless.... Just be there but not...
In the complete sounds of the mess hall... In all the vessels' clinking, the students' happy laughter, meaningful smiles on their nasty little jokes, their arguments, their hunger and the (dis)satisfaction of food and in the sounds of death of the insects electrocuted adding an ironical buzzzz to the sounds of life that fills the place...
It is a silence that knows no bounds... The omnipresent... The music of life and death... And the imprints of souls and marks of emotions, thoughts and echoes of life left behind and that yet to come... There is the complete realisation of something not understandable... One may give it names or just accept the ignorance, size of him/her and the limits of his/her understanding while floating with the magnificient, all pervading, deep, music of this silence.............!!!
Not only the one in the mourning funeral of a close one's death... Not only the eternal silence of the deaf and dumb... Not only the pregnant silence of unspoken words of an emotional moment... Not just the one that follows the dawning of a bitter understanding of a truth...
But also,
The one that underlies a crowded street... The one that gives a background for the colourful painting of a gaitey crowd in a park or a beach... The one that is an undercurrent in the non cessant sounds of life everywhere... The language of Gaya and the Universe...
This is an unusal kind... It's presence is not felt untill you pay attention and not listen to anything in particular... Untill you just let yourself flow with it... Just be there; present yet not present, visible yet not visible, seeing yet blind, hearing yet deaf, touching yet senseless.... Just be there but not...
In the complete sounds of the mess hall... In all the vessels' clinking, the students' happy laughter, meaningful smiles on their nasty little jokes, their arguments, their hunger and the (dis)satisfaction of food and in the sounds of death of the insects electrocuted adding an ironical buzzzz to the sounds of life that fills the place...
It is a silence that knows no bounds... The omnipresent... The music of life and death... And the imprints of souls and marks of emotions, thoughts and echoes of life left behind and that yet to come... There is the complete realisation of something not understandable... One may give it names or just accept the ignorance, size of him/her and the limits of his/her understanding while floating with the magnificient, all pervading, deep, music of this silence.............!!!
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