We are puppets
under the control of
somebody
who this ‘somebody’
is anybody’s guess
but speculations
abound.
‘Somebody who is the
puppeteer
sit somewhere behind
the scenes
works the remote
make us sit, stand
move to and fro, dance
and performing somersaults.
Pity, we who are in
control of ourselves
since we remain puppets
all through.
That is our fate
our destiny.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
ART OF SPYING
His masters
mistook me for a
mine of secrets
and deputed him
with a fountain of funds
to approach me
to canvas me
and extract secrets
one by one
by befriending me.
He tried his best
to understand my weaknesses
offered funds, bottle or blondes
but when he learnt
that nothing could be
squeezed out of me
he mistook me for
an ignoramus
ended his
contact with me
deserted my company
and went seeking
greener pastures.
mistook me for a
mine of secrets
and deputed him
with a fountain of funds
to approach me
to canvas me
and extract secrets
one by one
by befriending me.
He tried his best
to understand my weaknesses
offered funds, bottle or blondes
but when he learnt
that nothing could be
squeezed out of me
he mistook me for
an ignoramus
ended his
contact with me
deserted my company
and went seeking
greener pastures.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
FADED ROSES
Iron gate rusted
nameplate removed
path laden with
thick bushes and grass
so was the courtyard
her garden of love
deserted
walls, dark -
yellowish,
doors and windows
turned old and grimy
window glasses stained and broken
window curtains darkened over years
not a single soul
could be sighted
eerie silence hung
like a question mark
in the air.
Her papa, mama
sisters and brothers all
gone somewhere
no idea where, when.
My memory glided backwards
the olden days
the golden days
where life throbbed
in that palatial mansion
where celebrations and rejoice
rent the air
her garden of love
where thousand flowers bloomed
to everyone’s envy
the days on which she handed me
red roses stealthily
its fragrance still
I sense
all gone forever
tears filled my eyes
I still feel her lips touching mine
her fragrant smell
still in my nostrils.
nameplate removed
path laden with
thick bushes and grass
so was the courtyard
her garden of love
deserted
walls, dark -
yellowish,
doors and windows
turned old and grimy
window glasses stained and broken
window curtains darkened over years
not a single soul
could be sighted
eerie silence hung
like a question mark
in the air.
Her papa, mama
sisters and brothers all
gone somewhere
no idea where, when.
My memory glided backwards
the olden days
the golden days
where life throbbed
in that palatial mansion
where celebrations and rejoice
rent the air
her garden of love
where thousand flowers bloomed
to everyone’s envy
the days on which she handed me
red roses stealthily
its fragrance still
I sense
all gone forever
tears filled my eyes
I still feel her lips touching mine
her fragrant smell
still in my nostrils.
WINDS OF CHANGE IN MYANMAR
Going by the turn of events atlast winds of change are visible in Myanmar with Nobel laureate and opposition leader Aung Saan Syu Ki finally freed from two decades of house arrest by the military regime there. The new civilian govt under Thein Sein supported by the erstwhile General Than Shwe deciding to free her from house arrest has its own reasons.
First and foremost is incessant international pressure on Myanmar govt to free the democratic icon from prolonged house arrest.
Secondly, the pressure exerted by the Myanmarese majority who since decades leave been on a warpath demanding restoration of democracy and in the ensuing rebellion thousands have been incarcerated as many suppressed and killed still the undying spirit of the masses at large fighting for a new dawn of democracy had its salutory effects.
While Mrs Syuu Ki was freed by the military she was warned by the govt not to undertake journey into the interiors of the country to meet the people which she heeded not and undertook her journey and mingled with thousands.
Finally the govt gave into her decisions.
She sought appointment with the new regime recently and they heeded her requests and both Thein Sein govt and she discussed various issues of concern to the country in a cordial atmosphere and the bonhomie continues at present.
The mellowing of the govt has some reasons and the cardinal one is its aspiration to chair the ASEAN when its turn comes around. Association of South East Asian Nations could exert pressure on the Myanmarese regime to restore democracy after decades of military rule.
The friendly advices by the neighbouring countries like India, please note, govt of India keeps a cordial relation with Myanmarese govt as also Aung Saan Syuu Ki from the very outset maintaining a warm relationship with that govt has its own reasons and the most important one is nothing but India is a big trading partner of Myanmar. For keeping Aung Saan Syuuki in good humour India govt is not willing to forefeit its relations with fourth largest trading partner. Hence an equidistant policy has been adopted by India govt. Myanmar’s rich mineral wealth India eyes dearly like another neighbouring country China. Therefore interference in internal affairs of that nation is unthinkable on the part of India. Self-interest always reigns supreme in the minds of each nation. It is not surprising in a world where self-interest plays a prominent role.
First and foremost is incessant international pressure on Myanmar govt to free the democratic icon from prolonged house arrest.
Secondly, the pressure exerted by the Myanmarese majority who since decades leave been on a warpath demanding restoration of democracy and in the ensuing rebellion thousands have been incarcerated as many suppressed and killed still the undying spirit of the masses at large fighting for a new dawn of democracy had its salutory effects.
While Mrs Syuu Ki was freed by the military she was warned by the govt not to undertake journey into the interiors of the country to meet the people which she heeded not and undertook her journey and mingled with thousands.
Finally the govt gave into her decisions.
She sought appointment with the new regime recently and they heeded her requests and both Thein Sein govt and she discussed various issues of concern to the country in a cordial atmosphere and the bonhomie continues at present.
The mellowing of the govt has some reasons and the cardinal one is its aspiration to chair the ASEAN when its turn comes around. Association of South East Asian Nations could exert pressure on the Myanmarese regime to restore democracy after decades of military rule.
The friendly advices by the neighbouring countries like India, please note, govt of India keeps a cordial relation with Myanmarese govt as also Aung Saan Syuu Ki from the very outset maintaining a warm relationship with that govt has its own reasons and the most important one is nothing but India is a big trading partner of Myanmar. For keeping Aung Saan Syuuki in good humour India govt is not willing to forefeit its relations with fourth largest trading partner. Hence an equidistant policy has been adopted by India govt. Myanmar’s rich mineral wealth India eyes dearly like another neighbouring country China. Therefore interference in internal affairs of that nation is unthinkable on the part of India. Self-interest always reigns supreme in the minds of each nation. It is not surprising in a world where self-interest plays a prominent role.
AFTER QUADDAFI, WHO?
The Quaddafi era in Libya has almost ended. Till the last moment the dictator and his sons stood ground wreaking maximum destruction. Whether he is in Libya itself or has fled to somewhere is a big question mark confronting the world as a whole. On thinking about the dictator of Libya naturally the picture of Saddam Hussein comes to the mind. Even after Iraq’s destruction by the US and allied forces the whereabouts of Saddam remained a mystery for a relatively long time but at last nabbed by the US forces from his home town of Tikrit from an underground haven. The difference ends there. Saddam Hussein’s capture and consequent hanging was uncalled for and unwarranted but Quaddafi’s case is quite different. His ouster was the need of the hour as he following his notorious Green Book in letter and spirit slaughtered his own people and held the country to ransom for a comparatively long period of 42 years. He fought to the hilt even called his own people ‘rats’ and he the ‘mad dog’ ordered nabbing of children, youth, women, men from each house and massacre them ruthlessly till the last moment. Thousands have been killed and innumerable of them even without a honorable funeral lay in a decaying condition even in hospitals as the doctors, nurses and other staff ran for their life fearing reprisals.
After the Tunisian revolution famously termed the Jasmine Revolution the quest for democracy spread like wildfire, first came Egypt where Hosni Mubarak the dictator who ruled for more than three decades ousted, then spread to Syria where massive blood bath is even now going on by the Bashar-Al-Assad government, even to Bahrain and other Arab nations. ‘Arab Spring’ as it is called has shaken the world as a whole especially where dictatorship rule the roost.
Let us come back to Libya. Even while the massive fight of the rebels under one umbrella was going on against the ruthless dictator a big question mark is lurking in the air. After the ouster of the dictator who will come next to hold the reins of power?
The National Transition Council (NTC) under the leadership of Mustaffa Abdul Jaleel consists of almost 140 tribes with varied views. They share a common platform only in their fight against Qaddafi regime. Now that he is gone whether they would stand unitedly is the billion dollar question staring in everyone’s face. The infighting among the tribes provided grist to Quaddafi to head the country within his iron grip for 42 years. After the disintegration of the Quaddafi regime whether they would stand unitedly or go back to the old ways leading to civil war? If so it will be a pity.
Foreseeing such an eventuality it would be advisable for United Nations to interfere by financial assistance and also by sending peace keeping forces to halt the eruption of tribes fighting tribes.
Now is the time for each country especially US and European nations to come forward to the rescue of Libya by extending financial assistance and moral support.
After the Tunisian revolution famously termed the Jasmine Revolution the quest for democracy spread like wildfire, first came Egypt where Hosni Mubarak the dictator who ruled for more than three decades ousted, then spread to Syria where massive blood bath is even now going on by the Bashar-Al-Assad government, even to Bahrain and other Arab nations. ‘Arab Spring’ as it is called has shaken the world as a whole especially where dictatorship rule the roost.
Let us come back to Libya. Even while the massive fight of the rebels under one umbrella was going on against the ruthless dictator a big question mark is lurking in the air. After the ouster of the dictator who will come next to hold the reins of power?
The National Transition Council (NTC) under the leadership of Mustaffa Abdul Jaleel consists of almost 140 tribes with varied views. They share a common platform only in their fight against Qaddafi regime. Now that he is gone whether they would stand unitedly is the billion dollar question staring in everyone’s face. The infighting among the tribes provided grist to Quaddafi to head the country within his iron grip for 42 years. After the disintegration of the Quaddafi regime whether they would stand unitedly or go back to the old ways leading to civil war? If so it will be a pity.
Foreseeing such an eventuality it would be advisable for United Nations to interfere by financial assistance and also by sending peace keeping forces to halt the eruption of tribes fighting tribes.
Now is the time for each country especially US and European nations to come forward to the rescue of Libya by extending financial assistance and moral support.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
THE REVOLUTION
Masses
urban or rural
wherever they hail from
are equally affected
by
poverty and unemployment
scams and scandals
child abuses and slavery
an endless train of evil practices
so to say and
when the summer of
discontent
turns against those
at the helm of affairs
the collective anger
of masses
roots out them from
citadels of power
often paving for a
regime change
sometimes for good
sometimes for bad to worse
plunging head long into anarchy
or power landing in the hands
of military or other wrong hands
the chain of suppression
and repression
leads to violence, deaths, bloodshed
and mayhem
but ultimately
after a prolonged churning
power reaches the right hands
that is the only solace
as might of the people
always remains supreme.
urban or rural
wherever they hail from
are equally affected
by
poverty and unemployment
scams and scandals
child abuses and slavery
an endless train of evil practices
so to say and
when the summer of
discontent
turns against those
at the helm of affairs
the collective anger
of masses
roots out them from
citadels of power
often paving for a
regime change
sometimes for good
sometimes for bad to worse
plunging head long into anarchy
or power landing in the hands
of military or other wrong hands
the chain of suppression
and repression
leads to violence, deaths, bloodshed
and mayhem
but ultimately
after a prolonged churning
power reaches the right hands
that is the only solace
as might of the people
always remains supreme.
Friday, August 26, 2011
THAT WHICH ALWAYS PILES UP
Throwing out the baggage
of arrogance
stubbornness
and stupidity
into the drain
is not that difficult
given a will.
But throwing out
the bundle of ignorance
is not that easy
the more ignorance
we wipe out
the more pile up
as no one is
totally above ignorance
and not perfect or omnipotent.
of arrogance
stubbornness
and stupidity
into the drain
is not that difficult
given a will.
But throwing out
the bundle of ignorance
is not that easy
the more ignorance
we wipe out
the more pile up
as no one is
totally above ignorance
and not perfect or omnipotent.
DIFFERENT SOLUTIONS
She and I
born on the same day
in the immediate neighbourhoods
both grew up together
both studied together
in the same classes
same institutions
and
on attaining puberty
our love flowered
and we got married
lived together
spent our days under the
same roof.
I fathered two children
in her
but
to life’s problems
confronting both
we always got
different solutions
our calculations always
differed
and
both of us came
to the conclusion that
as long as we are
two
our calucations
wouldn’t be the same.
born on the same day
in the immediate neighbourhoods
both grew up together
both studied together
in the same classes
same institutions
and
on attaining puberty
our love flowered
and we got married
lived together
spent our days under the
same roof.
I fathered two children
in her
but
to life’s problems
confronting both
we always got
different solutions
our calculations always
differed
and
both of us came
to the conclusion that
as long as we are
two
our calucations
wouldn’t be the same.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
HARMONY OF MINDS
On the way side
of yesterday,
three shrines,
temple, church and mosque
existed side by side
sending a message
of harmony of minds
the founders must have
thought on those lines.
On the wayside of today
leafing through
the pages of history
harmony of minds of
communities
end in clash of minds
thus leading to violence
and bloodshed
the founders of yore
must be turning in
their grave.
of yesterday,
three shrines,
temple, church and mosque
existed side by side
sending a message
of harmony of minds
the founders must have
thought on those lines.
On the wayside of today
leafing through
the pages of history
harmony of minds of
communities
end in clash of minds
thus leading to violence
and bloodshed
the founders of yore
must be turning in
their grave.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
THE LONG AWAIT
I was waiting for you
since ages.
Traversing harsh mountain
terrains,
forests,
rivers,
and plains
you came.
Why you left me
one fine morning
without uttering even a word about
your long distance travel plans?
From the very day
you left me
I spent sleepless nights
awaiting your arrival.
Each knock on the door
brought your face before me.
Like a maniac,
with a pounding heart
I rushed to unlock
the door
but all my expectations went
awry.
A disillusioned
disappointed I
returned to the room
with tears brimming in
my eyes.
At last you came
I knew you would come
to me one day
and my expectations
and hopes bore fruit.
You’re my spring
you’re my winter
you’re my autumn
you’re my summer
you’re everything to me
my dear
please, please, please
for heaven’s sake
don’t leave me alone
giving me sleepless
nights and tears in
my eyes.
since ages.
Traversing harsh mountain
terrains,
forests,
rivers,
and plains
you came.
Why you left me
one fine morning
without uttering even a word about
your long distance travel plans?
From the very day
you left me
I spent sleepless nights
awaiting your arrival.
Each knock on the door
brought your face before me.
Like a maniac,
with a pounding heart
I rushed to unlock
the door
but all my expectations went
awry.
A disillusioned
disappointed I
returned to the room
with tears brimming in
my eyes.
At last you came
I knew you would come
to me one day
and my expectations
and hopes bore fruit.
You’re my spring
you’re my winter
you’re my autumn
you’re my summer
you’re everything to me
my dear
please, please, please
for heaven’s sake
don’t leave me alone
giving me sleepless
nights and tears in
my eyes.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
THREE POEMS
ILLUSION
Don’t mistake
a rope for a serpent
in the thick darkness
of the room
and
let a stream of
light enter the room
turn everything
transparent
and make vision clear always
DREAMS
Life is a constant flow
with no destination point
in sight.
In the market of life
dreams are priceless but
aplenty
demands never outstrips
supply
and
supply never outstrips
demands,
the vendor of dreams
but always remains
invisible
and we could witness
even beggars riding horses.
That’s life.
BUSINESS
Politics is a lucrative
business
requiring no capital
age no bar
education no bar
self-respect no bar
skin thickness but
a must
an ever smiling face
indispensable
always keep mouthful
of promises as well as
platitudes
self-deception an
additional qualification.
Don’t mistake
a rope for a serpent
in the thick darkness
of the room
and
let a stream of
light enter the room
turn everything
transparent
and make vision clear always
DREAMS
Life is a constant flow
with no destination point
in sight.
In the market of life
dreams are priceless but
aplenty
demands never outstrips
supply
and
supply never outstrips
demands,
the vendor of dreams
but always remains
invisible
and we could witness
even beggars riding horses.
That’s life.
BUSINESS
Politics is a lucrative
business
requiring no capital
age no bar
education no bar
self-respect no bar
skin thickness but
a must
an ever smiling face
indispensable
always keep mouthful
of promises as well as
platitudes
self-deception an
additional qualification.
Monday, August 22, 2011
METHOD IN MADNESS
Ever year at a
given point of time
she plunged deep into the
depth of silence.
Always talkative,
energetic, vibrant girl
falling silent abruptly
initially appalled us
flabberghasted us, sent shock waves thru us
forcing each of us
stare at each other
with question marks
glinting in our wide eyes.
Confined to her private room
keeping aloof from
all of us
for hours on end she
spent time watching the
sharp blade of the infinite blue sea
both during the day
and night thru the window.
Seemed like she
was waiting impatiently for
her beloved prince from afar
approaching her
rowing a boat splashing water
to spent lovely sweet moments with her
or to beckon her.
But no one came
no one was there to visit
her
it all seemed like a
vow of silence for a
specified period
withdrawing into a shell
like a tortoise.
But for her vow of
silence
she followed her daily
routine as before
as usual
with her plunging into silence gradually
we too fell into silence
as her silence was infectious
and our home evolved into
a graveyard of eerie silence.
She must have felt it
musical and golden
but for us it was unbearable and painful
we were at a loss to find out.
Upon her breaking the silence
after a stipulated period
we too followed suit
and our home once
again turned vibrant and
energetic, musical and rejoicing.
Was there a method in her madness?
given point of time
she plunged deep into the
depth of silence.
Always talkative,
energetic, vibrant girl
falling silent abruptly
initially appalled us
flabberghasted us, sent shock waves thru us
forcing each of us
stare at each other
with question marks
glinting in our wide eyes.
Confined to her private room
keeping aloof from
all of us
for hours on end she
spent time watching the
sharp blade of the infinite blue sea
both during the day
and night thru the window.
Seemed like she
was waiting impatiently for
her beloved prince from afar
approaching her
rowing a boat splashing water
to spent lovely sweet moments with her
or to beckon her.
But no one came
no one was there to visit
her
it all seemed like a
vow of silence for a
specified period
withdrawing into a shell
like a tortoise.
But for her vow of
silence
she followed her daily
routine as before
as usual
with her plunging into silence gradually
we too fell into silence
as her silence was infectious
and our home evolved into
a graveyard of eerie silence.
She must have felt it
musical and golden
but for us it was unbearable and painful
we were at a loss to find out.
Upon her breaking the silence
after a stipulated period
we too followed suit
and our home once
again turned vibrant and
energetic, musical and rejoicing.
Was there a method in her madness?
Sunday, August 21, 2011
THE TIGRESS
The sea roared like
a ferocious tigress.
Thousand tongues of waves
licked the naked shores
retreated and came back too often.
Mind-blowing sea-winds
blew out even the
last candle light of
peace.
A couple
even late into the night
sat on the beach
engaged in amorous activities.
The jealous tigress
dispatched towering waves
and dragged the couple
into its mouth.
The ferocious tigress
continued its roar
continued its roar non-stop
like the ever-roaring city.
a ferocious tigress.
Thousand tongues of waves
licked the naked shores
retreated and came back too often.
Mind-blowing sea-winds
blew out even the
last candle light of
peace.
A couple
even late into the night
sat on the beach
engaged in amorous activities.
The jealous tigress
dispatched towering waves
and dragged the couple
into its mouth.
The ferocious tigress
continued its roar
continued its roar non-stop
like the ever-roaring city.
ANNA JUGGERNAUT ROLLS ON
Anna Hazare’s fast unto death entered its sixth day today. The Gandhian cum social activist and his team are hell bent on bringing the ManMohan Singh govt on its knees on the issue of presentation of Jan Lokpal Bill in the ongoing session of parliament itself. The Ramlila Ground is packed to capacity by the supporters of Anna who are tired of widespread corruption squeezing the very essence of the nation.
Why a Jan Lokpal with teeth is abhorrent to the mandarins in the corridors of power? Why the govt unilaterally drafted a namesake Lokpal, introduced in the parliament and referred to the Parliamentary standing committee? Why they are afraid of the 73 year old Gandhian cum social activist and his mounting supporters across the country? And why the govt of Sardar ManMohan Singh incarcerated the septuagenarian and his accomplices in the wee hours of the morning of August 16 and owing to widespread condemnation decided to free the arrested the same day itself.
We have a Prime Minister who is in the saddle since 2004. It is a pity that the gentleman still laments over the lack of a magic wand to weed out corruption from the body politic while keeping tainted Ministers in the cabinet even now? How long he needs to wipe out corruption from the body politic of our country? He is adept in keeping mum on difficult questions thrown at him like his mentor cum predecessor P.V.Narasimha Rao. In the face of a volley of questions launched against the latter Mr.Rao pouted his lips without uttering a single word. Are seven years in office sufficient for a Prime Minister to root out corruption.
We are all aware pretty well that the first UPA govt (2004-2009) was composed of scam-tainted Ministers. On assuming the saddle, our Prime Minister’s first promise to the masses was that corruption at no cost would be tolerated even while keeping scam-tainted ministers in the cabinet.
I can very well list out the numbers of tainted Ministers in the UPA I and UPA II govts. The list is endless.
It is often said and known across the board that if 2010 was the year of scams 2011 is the year of cover-ups. The opposition had to put relentless pressure on the govt as also the largest court of the land to take action against scam-tainted Ministers and other officials.
Anna Hazare entered the scene when corruption across the country reached its nadir. His first fast unto death was withdrawn last time only when the govt of Mr.Singh assured Hazare of introducing a Lokpal Bill in the august office of Parliament. For that to come to fruition, a committee consisting of five Cabinet Ministers and five eminent Social activists was formed.
But the demand of the five social activists had no takers and the govt with argument that only the Parliament had the prerogative of implementing the bill and accordingly a diluted version of Lokpal was introduced in the Parliament and referred to the Standing Committee. Collective opposition including Bharatiya Janata Party and Leftists advocated for a Jan Lokpal Bill with teeth but the govt rejected the demands outright.
Upon the govt deciding to proceed unilaterally Hazare as per his pledge decided to continue his fast unto death from August 16 to force the adamant administration to agree to his team’s demands.
Hazare has called the latest struggle, the second freedom movement and it was the first time a sea of humanity went out into the streets without creating any law and order problems. Team Anna’s ‘India against Corruption’ movement could win widespread support across the country. People literally apprehended the imposition of a second Emergency, the draconian measure Indira Gandhi first iniated in 1975. Such was the ‘arrogance’, ‘political stupidity’ (Courtesy – N.Ram) on the part of the govt. That arrogance and political stupidity still persist and we are sitting with our fingers crossed over the shape of things to come. As long as India as a whole unite with Anna Hazare, govt’s all tactics of scuttling the movement would be blunted. And as long as the media is with the movement an isolated govt would be the result.
Why a Jan Lokpal with teeth is abhorrent to the mandarins in the corridors of power? Why the govt unilaterally drafted a namesake Lokpal, introduced in the parliament and referred to the Parliamentary standing committee? Why they are afraid of the 73 year old Gandhian cum social activist and his mounting supporters across the country? And why the govt of Sardar ManMohan Singh incarcerated the septuagenarian and his accomplices in the wee hours of the morning of August 16 and owing to widespread condemnation decided to free the arrested the same day itself.
We have a Prime Minister who is in the saddle since 2004. It is a pity that the gentleman still laments over the lack of a magic wand to weed out corruption from the body politic while keeping tainted Ministers in the cabinet even now? How long he needs to wipe out corruption from the body politic of our country? He is adept in keeping mum on difficult questions thrown at him like his mentor cum predecessor P.V.Narasimha Rao. In the face of a volley of questions launched against the latter Mr.Rao pouted his lips without uttering a single word. Are seven years in office sufficient for a Prime Minister to root out corruption.
We are all aware pretty well that the first UPA govt (2004-2009) was composed of scam-tainted Ministers. On assuming the saddle, our Prime Minister’s first promise to the masses was that corruption at no cost would be tolerated even while keeping scam-tainted ministers in the cabinet.
I can very well list out the numbers of tainted Ministers in the UPA I and UPA II govts. The list is endless.
It is often said and known across the board that if 2010 was the year of scams 2011 is the year of cover-ups. The opposition had to put relentless pressure on the govt as also the largest court of the land to take action against scam-tainted Ministers and other officials.
Anna Hazare entered the scene when corruption across the country reached its nadir. His first fast unto death was withdrawn last time only when the govt of Mr.Singh assured Hazare of introducing a Lokpal Bill in the august office of Parliament. For that to come to fruition, a committee consisting of five Cabinet Ministers and five eminent Social activists was formed.
But the demand of the five social activists had no takers and the govt with argument that only the Parliament had the prerogative of implementing the bill and accordingly a diluted version of Lokpal was introduced in the Parliament and referred to the Standing Committee. Collective opposition including Bharatiya Janata Party and Leftists advocated for a Jan Lokpal Bill with teeth but the govt rejected the demands outright.
Upon the govt deciding to proceed unilaterally Hazare as per his pledge decided to continue his fast unto death from August 16 to force the adamant administration to agree to his team’s demands.
Hazare has called the latest struggle, the second freedom movement and it was the first time a sea of humanity went out into the streets without creating any law and order problems. Team Anna’s ‘India against Corruption’ movement could win widespread support across the country. People literally apprehended the imposition of a second Emergency, the draconian measure Indira Gandhi first iniated in 1975. Such was the ‘arrogance’, ‘political stupidity’ (Courtesy – N.Ram) on the part of the govt. That arrogance and political stupidity still persist and we are sitting with our fingers crossed over the shape of things to come. As long as India as a whole unite with Anna Hazare, govt’s all tactics of scuttling the movement would be blunted. And as long as the media is with the movement an isolated govt would be the result.
ANNA JUGGERNAUT ROLLS ON
Anna Hazare’s fast unto death entered its sixth day today. The Gandhian cum social activist and his team are hell bent on bringing the ManMohan Singh govt on its knees on the issue of presentation of Jan Lokpal Bill in the ongoing session of parliament itself. The Ramlila Ground is packed to capacity by the supporters of Anna who are tired of widespread corruption squeezing the very essence of the nation.
Why a Jan Lokpal with teeth is abhorrent to the mandarins in the corridors of power? Why the govt unilaterally drafted a namesake Lokpal, introduced in the parliament and referred to the Parliamentary standing committee? Why they are afraid of the 73 year old Gandhian cum social activist and his mounting supporters across the country? And why the govt of Sardar ManMohan Singh incarcerated the septuagenarian and his accomplices in the wee hours of the morning of August 16 and owing to widespread condemnation decided to free the arrested the same day itself.
We have a Prime Minister who is in the saddle since 2004. It is a pity that the gentleman still laments over the lack of a magic wand to weed out corruption from the body politic while keeping tainted Ministers in the cabinet even now? How long he needs to wipe out corruption from the body politic of our country? He is adept in keeping mum on difficult questions thrown at him like his mentor cum predecessor P.V.Narasimha Rao. In the face of a volley of questions launched against the latter Mr.Rao pouted his lips without uttering a single word. Are seven years in office sufficient for a Prime Minister to root out corruption.
We are all aware pretty well that the first UPA govt (2004-2009) was composed of scam-tainted Ministers. On assuming the saddle, our Prime Minister’s first promise to the masses was that corruption at no cost would be tolerated even while keeping scam-tainted ministers in the cabinet.
I can very well list out the numbers of tainted Ministers in the UPA I and UPA II govts. The list is endless.
It is often said and known across the board that if 2010 was the year of scams 2011 is the year of cover-ups. The opposition had to put relentless pressure on the govt as also the largest court of the land to take action against scam-tainted Ministers and other officials.
Anna Hazare entered the scene when corruption across the country reached its nadir. His first fast unto death was withdrawn last time only when the govt of Mr.Singh assured Hazare of introducing a Lokpal Bill in the august office of Parliament. For that to come to fruition, a committee consisting of five Cabinet Ministers and five eminent Social activists was formed.
But the demand of the five social activists had no takers and the govt with argument that only the Parliament had the prerogative of implementing the bill and accordingly a diluted version of Lokpal was introduced in the Parliament and referred to the Standing Committee. Collective opposition including Bharatiya Janata Party and Leftists advocated for a Jan Lokpal Bill with teeth but the govt rejected the demands outright.
Upon the govt deciding to proceed unilaterally Hazare as per his pledge decided to continue his fast unto death from August 16 to force the adamant administration to agree to his team’s demands.
Hazare has called the latest struggle, the second freedom movement and it was the first time a sea of humanity went out into the streets without creating any law and order problems. Team Anna’s ‘India against Corruption’ movement could win widespread support across the country. People literally apprehended the imposition of a second Emergency, the draconian measure Indira Gandhi first iniated in 1975. Such was the ‘arrogance’, ‘political stupidity’ (Courtesy – N.Ram) on the part of the govt. That arrogance and political stupidity still persist and we are sitting with our fingers crossed over the shape of things to come. As long as India as a whole unite with Anna Hazare, govt’s all tactics of scuttling the movement would be blunted. And as long as the media is with the movement an isolated govt would be the result.
Why a Jan Lokpal with teeth is abhorrent to the mandarins in the corridors of power? Why the govt unilaterally drafted a namesake Lokpal, introduced in the parliament and referred to the Parliamentary standing committee? Why they are afraid of the 73 year old Gandhian cum social activist and his mounting supporters across the country? And why the govt of Sardar ManMohan Singh incarcerated the septuagenarian and his accomplices in the wee hours of the morning of August 16 and owing to widespread condemnation decided to free the arrested the same day itself.
We have a Prime Minister who is in the saddle since 2004. It is a pity that the gentleman still laments over the lack of a magic wand to weed out corruption from the body politic while keeping tainted Ministers in the cabinet even now? How long he needs to wipe out corruption from the body politic of our country? He is adept in keeping mum on difficult questions thrown at him like his mentor cum predecessor P.V.Narasimha Rao. In the face of a volley of questions launched against the latter Mr.Rao pouted his lips without uttering a single word. Are seven years in office sufficient for a Prime Minister to root out corruption.
We are all aware pretty well that the first UPA govt (2004-2009) was composed of scam-tainted Ministers. On assuming the saddle, our Prime Minister’s first promise to the masses was that corruption at no cost would be tolerated even while keeping scam-tainted ministers in the cabinet.
I can very well list out the numbers of tainted Ministers in the UPA I and UPA II govts. The list is endless.
It is often said and known across the board that if 2010 was the year of scams 2011 is the year of cover-ups. The opposition had to put relentless pressure on the govt as also the largest court of the land to take action against scam-tainted Ministers and other officials.
Anna Hazare entered the scene when corruption across the country reached its nadir. His first fast unto death was withdrawn last time only when the govt of Mr.Singh assured Hazare of introducing a Lokpal Bill in the august office of Parliament. For that to come to fruition, a committee consisting of five Cabinet Ministers and five eminent Social activists was formed.
But the demand of the five social activists had no takers and the govt with argument that only the Parliament had the prerogative of implementing the bill and accordingly a diluted version of Lokpal was introduced in the Parliament and referred to the Standing Committee. Collective opposition including Bharatiya Janata Party and Leftists advocated for a Jan Lokpal Bill with teeth but the govt rejected the demands outright.
Upon the govt deciding to proceed unilaterally Hazare as per his pledge decided to continue his fast unto death from August 16 to force the adamant administration to agree to his team’s demands.
Hazare has called the latest struggle, the second freedom movement and it was the first time a sea of humanity went out into the streets without creating any law and order problems. Team Anna’s ‘India against Corruption’ movement could win widespread support across the country. People literally apprehended the imposition of a second Emergency, the draconian measure Indira Gandhi first iniated in 1975. Such was the ‘arrogance’, ‘political stupidity’ (Courtesy – N.Ram) on the part of the govt. That arrogance and political stupidity still persist and we are sitting with our fingers crossed over the shape of things to come. As long as India as a whole unite with Anna Hazare, govt’s all tactics of scuttling the movement would be blunted. And as long as the media is with the movement an isolated govt would be the result.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
THE HORNBILL
Her mind is
a desert.
Every moment she holds aloft
her head
with her beaks wide open
waiting impatiently and with
brimming enthusiasm
for the first drop of
rain water for
sending her into orgiastic
delirium.
The formation of dark
clouds of hopes in the azure
sky of her mind
with darkness enveloping
she plunged into ecstasy.
Unfortunately for her
the Sun
hidden behind the
blanket of darkness
ripped thru it and came out into the open
showering fire on the desert
of her mind blew out
the flame of her impatient hopes.
Yet she continued
her endless wait with
her head held aloft
and beaks wide open.
a desert.
Every moment she holds aloft
her head
with her beaks wide open
waiting impatiently and with
brimming enthusiasm
for the first drop of
rain water for
sending her into orgiastic
delirium.
The formation of dark
clouds of hopes in the azure
sky of her mind
with darkness enveloping
she plunged into ecstasy.
Unfortunately for her
the Sun
hidden behind the
blanket of darkness
ripped thru it and came out into the open
showering fire on the desert
of her mind blew out
the flame of her impatient hopes.
Yet she continued
her endless wait with
her head held aloft
and beaks wide open.
Friday, August 19, 2011
MY MEMORY BOOK
On leafing thru’
the huge volume of
my memory one day
I could trace out
and figure out
almost all the events
and all figures in my life
I was associated with
since my childhood
except the picture
of a child whom I found a
stranger and couldn’t
make out
even after trying to
dig deeper and deeper
into each and every
moment in my life.
Till then
I had boasted about
my sharp and photographic
memory
but the picture of
the child remained
elusive.
I watched him with
creasing forehead and
questioning eyes.
His broad forehead with
a ‘bindi’ in the middle
large and wide eyes
curiosity writ large in them
his aquiline nose
chubby cheeks, cherry lips
barring a gold chain around his
neck
and a waist chain around his hip
his right hand seemed to be fondling
his ‘bibi’
he was totally undressed
it was quite interesting
to watch him.
At last
I had to picture him
through words
to my mother.
She laughed patting my
shoulders
‘it is you my child
it is your photograph
etched somewhere in your
subconscious mind
unfortunately the photo got
misplaced somewhere
no surprise that
it remained elusive
to you’.
Something wonderful and
delightful to me
such a knowledge.
the huge volume of
my memory one day
I could trace out
and figure out
almost all the events
and all figures in my life
I was associated with
since my childhood
except the picture
of a child whom I found a
stranger and couldn’t
make out
even after trying to
dig deeper and deeper
into each and every
moment in my life.
Till then
I had boasted about
my sharp and photographic
memory
but the picture of
the child remained
elusive.
I watched him with
creasing forehead and
questioning eyes.
His broad forehead with
a ‘bindi’ in the middle
large and wide eyes
curiosity writ large in them
his aquiline nose
chubby cheeks, cherry lips
barring a gold chain around his
neck
and a waist chain around his hip
his right hand seemed to be fondling
his ‘bibi’
he was totally undressed
it was quite interesting
to watch him.
At last
I had to picture him
through words
to my mother.
She laughed patting my
shoulders
‘it is you my child
it is your photograph
etched somewhere in your
subconscious mind
unfortunately the photo got
misplaced somewhere
no surprise that
it remained elusive
to you’.
Something wonderful and
delightful to me
such a knowledge.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
THE CYCLE
Last vestiges of darkness
exiled by
the blazing silver disc
in the far east.
The warm sun rays
knocked on each door
awoke the sleeping souls
many woke up bathed in
glory
as many woke up cursing
the sun
as their sleeps put
an end to abruptly.
Life bloomed across the
land
daily routine finished
by each
the cycle of life
wheeled along
the noisy streets of
life
each reached his/her
working place in time
and put himself/herself on
wheels
time ticked fast
the blazing disc too moved
towards the far west
and
got clad in ochre robe
then dusk fell
and the land plunged into thick darkness.
exiled by
the blazing silver disc
in the far east.
The warm sun rays
knocked on each door
awoke the sleeping souls
many woke up bathed in
glory
as many woke up cursing
the sun
as their sleeps put
an end to abruptly.
Life bloomed across the
land
daily routine finished
by each
the cycle of life
wheeled along
the noisy streets of
life
each reached his/her
working place in time
and put himself/herself on
wheels
time ticked fast
the blazing disc too moved
towards the far west
and
got clad in ochre robe
then dusk fell
and the land plunged into thick darkness.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
HUNTERS AND HUNTED
Stars,
our forefathers in heaven
come down to earth
we need you badly
at a critical juncture
like this.
Stars
our forefathers in heaven
come down to earth
always our leading lights
lead us from the forefront
to fight the dark forces
of evil
and spread light all around.
We are the hunted and
they are the hunters.
Stars
our forefathers in heaven
come down to earth
help u to take on
the forces of neo-colonialism
and
rejuvenate our spirits
bestow us with courage and strength.
Stars
our forefathers in heaven
come down to earth
we need your whole-hearted
blessings
for our victory
in our relentless struggle
against the arrogant
rigid regime
they like
blood hounds
go on haunting us.
Stars,
our forefathers in heaven
come down to earth
and provide us the
inspiration and enlightenment.
All of us with prayers
in heart
await you to
herald a new era of
equality, fraternity and prosperity.
our forefathers in heaven
come down to earth
we need you badly
at a critical juncture
like this.
Stars
our forefathers in heaven
come down to earth
always our leading lights
lead us from the forefront
to fight the dark forces
of evil
and spread light all around.
We are the hunted and
they are the hunters.
Stars
our forefathers in heaven
come down to earth
help u to take on
the forces of neo-colonialism
and
rejuvenate our spirits
bestow us with courage and strength.
Stars
our forefathers in heaven
come down to earth
we need your whole-hearted
blessings
for our victory
in our relentless struggle
against the arrogant
rigid regime
they like
blood hounds
go on haunting us.
Stars,
our forefathers in heaven
come down to earth
and provide us the
inspiration and enlightenment.
All of us with prayers
in heart
await you to
herald a new era of
equality, fraternity and prosperity.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
THE ACHING HEARTS
Oh my Lord
everyday on passing through
the hustle and bustle of the city
I witness
hundreds of
candles burning and melting
in thy hallowed presence.
The burning, melting candles
always remind me of
hundreds of thousands
of aching hearts
weeping and praying for thy
blessings.
By riddling them
of their pains, agonies
restlessness, despair and frustration
and turning them
calm, serene and peaceful,
listening to their silent cries
and pleas, thy heart too melts
like candles.
Oh my Lord,
their faith in thee
is rock solid like a diamond
and they know for sure that
their sins could be washed
away by thy blessings.
Faith always reach to
the rescue of each follower
who finds solace in thy presence.
Thy rid all pains and
sorrows of
each purify heart and soul
and convert them into gold
like an alchemist.
everyday on passing through
the hustle and bustle of the city
I witness
hundreds of
candles burning and melting
in thy hallowed presence.
The burning, melting candles
always remind me of
hundreds of thousands
of aching hearts
weeping and praying for thy
blessings.
By riddling them
of their pains, agonies
restlessness, despair and frustration
and turning them
calm, serene and peaceful,
listening to their silent cries
and pleas, thy heart too melts
like candles.
Oh my Lord,
their faith in thee
is rock solid like a diamond
and they know for sure that
their sins could be washed
away by thy blessings.
Faith always reach to
the rescue of each follower
who finds solace in thy presence.
Thy rid all pains and
sorrows of
each purify heart and soul
and convert them into gold
like an alchemist.
Monday, August 15, 2011
PEACOCK FEATHER
In one of the recesses of my memory
I kept a peacock feather once without
showing it to anybody and in
my lonely moments
I used to open the recess and
got enchanted by its sight.
Days went by
weeks went by
months went by
years went by
and one day when
I accidentally opened the recess
to my shock and immense pain
I learned the feather was not there.
Disappointed and disillusioned
my sorrow knowing no limits
I turned back with tears in my eyes,
and
to my pleasant surprise and delight
I saw a peacock spreading its
wings and dancing.
I heard the sound of
drizzling outside the courtyards of
my memory.
I kept a peacock feather once without
showing it to anybody and in
my lonely moments
I used to open the recess and
got enchanted by its sight.
Days went by
weeks went by
months went by
years went by
and one day when
I accidentally opened the recess
to my shock and immense pain
I learned the feather was not there.
Disappointed and disillusioned
my sorrow knowing no limits
I turned back with tears in my eyes,
and
to my pleasant surprise and delight
I saw a peacock spreading its
wings and dancing.
I heard the sound of
drizzling outside the courtyards of
my memory.
SINGING PAEANS
As long as you sing
paeans to us
you are appreciated
you win laurels
and you are entered
in our good books.
The moment you stop
singing peans to us
and start violating the
rules you are hated
and looked down with suspicion.
Never keep away
from chanting ‘Hosannas’.
The moment you turn against
us
deviate from our chosen path
for you to tread upon
you are in danger.
Mind you, our forces are
strong and determined
and
we know how to darken
the images of honest and
mighty in your camp
how to stifle your voice
thus shattering your fame.
Remember,
we are the supreme
what we say and do
are correct always
hence follow us
we are your ‘good shepherds’
or face the inevitable.
paeans to us
you are appreciated
you win laurels
and you are entered
in our good books.
The moment you stop
singing peans to us
and start violating the
rules you are hated
and looked down with suspicion.
Never keep away
from chanting ‘Hosannas’.
The moment you turn against
us
deviate from our chosen path
for you to tread upon
you are in danger.
Mind you, our forces are
strong and determined
and
we know how to darken
the images of honest and
mighty in your camp
how to stifle your voice
thus shattering your fame.
Remember,
we are the supreme
what we say and do
are correct always
hence follow us
we are your ‘good shepherds’
or face the inevitable.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
BRITAIN ON THE BRINK
The widespread economic recession across Eurozone is being manifested in Britain in the form of largescale violence which at the outset flared up in London and later spread outside the city engulfing the whole country. The murder of an Afro-Caribbean youth Mark Dugan in Tottenham lit the spark which turned into wildfire leading to massive looting by anti-social elements across Britain.
While Britain was on the boil David Cameroon, British Prime Minister was away from the country spending summer vacation. Teresa May, British Home Secretary was also away spending vacation.
Immediately upon listening to the alarm bells both cut short their vacation and returned to the home country. While various cities were burning the police couldn’t enforce law and order and it was only after Cameroon’s return the former was given a blank cheque to take on the violators of law. Cameroon also threatened to bring in Army to suppress the rebellion if police couldn’t tackle the situation.
The root cause of the unrest is nothing but the economic turmoil that the country finds itself in. Massive austerity measures were testing the patience of citizens, spending cuts in various sectors leading to turn life into a hell for majority sowed the seeds of conflagration. In the mayhem that followed more than five persons were done to death still it cannot be said for certain that the volatile situation in Britain has returned to normality.
However David Cameroon rejects the reason pointed out by majority that economic reasons are the root causes for the flare up. He in turn puts the entire blame on culture. True to a certain extent. But relying on this argument alone is superficial. People of Afro-Caribbean origin are the worst sufferers due to racial discrimination. But that is only a contributing cause not the sole cause.
It must be remembered that the entire Eurozone is in the grip of economic reason and the basic reasons in all such cases is economic situations. That in turn provides grist for the breakout of all other calamities. For example the basic causes behind the Arab spring were/are corruption, massive unemployment, famine, malnutrition to list out a few. The embers of unrest lay dormant for a long time awaiting chances for turning into massive conflagration engulfing the whole region. From Tunisia it began. Later it spread to Egypt, Libya, Syria, Bahrain and the embers have not yet died down. Some countries like Kingdom of Saudi Arabia as a pre-emptive measure extended incentives to citizens to avert a slow-down. The largest democracy in the world India is poised to enter a period of confrontation between civil society groups with the support of majority of citizens and government are gearing up against for the pervading corruption spreading across the country.
In Britain the recent violence is the aftermath of widening gulf between the haves and have-nots. And it reflected in the form of racial violence that we are witnessing today.
While Britain was on the boil David Cameroon, British Prime Minister was away from the country spending summer vacation. Teresa May, British Home Secretary was also away spending vacation.
Immediately upon listening to the alarm bells both cut short their vacation and returned to the home country. While various cities were burning the police couldn’t enforce law and order and it was only after Cameroon’s return the former was given a blank cheque to take on the violators of law. Cameroon also threatened to bring in Army to suppress the rebellion if police couldn’t tackle the situation.
The root cause of the unrest is nothing but the economic turmoil that the country finds itself in. Massive austerity measures were testing the patience of citizens, spending cuts in various sectors leading to turn life into a hell for majority sowed the seeds of conflagration. In the mayhem that followed more than five persons were done to death still it cannot be said for certain that the volatile situation in Britain has returned to normality.
However David Cameroon rejects the reason pointed out by majority that economic reasons are the root causes for the flare up. He in turn puts the entire blame on culture. True to a certain extent. But relying on this argument alone is superficial. People of Afro-Caribbean origin are the worst sufferers due to racial discrimination. But that is only a contributing cause not the sole cause.
It must be remembered that the entire Eurozone is in the grip of economic reason and the basic reasons in all such cases is economic situations. That in turn provides grist for the breakout of all other calamities. For example the basic causes behind the Arab spring were/are corruption, massive unemployment, famine, malnutrition to list out a few. The embers of unrest lay dormant for a long time awaiting chances for turning into massive conflagration engulfing the whole region. From Tunisia it began. Later it spread to Egypt, Libya, Syria, Bahrain and the embers have not yet died down. Some countries like Kingdom of Saudi Arabia as a pre-emptive measure extended incentives to citizens to avert a slow-down. The largest democracy in the world India is poised to enter a period of confrontation between civil society groups with the support of majority of citizens and government are gearing up against for the pervading corruption spreading across the country.
In Britain the recent violence is the aftermath of widening gulf between the haves and have-nots. And it reflected in the form of racial violence that we are witnessing today.
THE FIRST BLOOM
He pressed his ears close
to her ‘pregnancy’
listened to the pulsating
abdomen
where their babe in waiting
throwing its hands and legs
could be felt.
He lay there
planting warm kisses
on her abdomen umpteen times
making her giggle without delight
where their first bloom
was getting ready to
enter the sunny world
from the dark world since a long time.
His/Her entry to the whole world
by soft and feeble cries
for the proximity of Mum
searching Mum’s milk of love.
Ever since her conception
he made it a point
to press his ears over her
throbbing pulsating abdomen
and he knew the magnitude
of his love and care
towards her was intensifying
which was elixir of love to her
happy existence.
to her ‘pregnancy’
listened to the pulsating
abdomen
where their babe in waiting
throwing its hands and legs
could be felt.
He lay there
planting warm kisses
on her abdomen umpteen times
making her giggle without delight
where their first bloom
was getting ready to
enter the sunny world
from the dark world since a long time.
His/Her entry to the whole world
by soft and feeble cries
for the proximity of Mum
searching Mum’s milk of love.
Ever since her conception
he made it a point
to press his ears over her
throbbing pulsating abdomen
and he knew the magnitude
of his love and care
towards her was intensifying
which was elixir of love to her
happy existence.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
THE PATTERN
Dreams follow no pattern
like my way of life.
Each night I go
to sleep
pray to God to lift
me through the luminous path
of sweet dreams only
earnestly implore
him not to push me
through the dark tunnel of
nightmares.
But dreams follow no
pattern,
God never blesses me with
sweet dreams only
but sweet dreams always
followed by nightmares
nightmares followed by
sweet dreams
chain of dreams intermingle and
repeat till I wake up in the morning.
No amount of prayers
to Almighty help me
experience only sweet dreams.
Like two sides of
the same coin
life hurtles down craters
as well as plains
so are the dreams.
Angels smilingly fluttering
around me followed by
a demon like creature
baring its teeth frightening
me to death
immediately followed by
my moments with my
sweet heart
the chain of dreams thus intermittently passes
thru various routes.
Like a tarred road
with potholes here and
there - my life.
Be that as it may
all dreams are dearer to me
and no dreams are put up
for sale.
Dreams follow no pattern
in my life
as in everyone’s life.
like my way of life.
Each night I go
to sleep
pray to God to lift
me through the luminous path
of sweet dreams only
earnestly implore
him not to push me
through the dark tunnel of
nightmares.
But dreams follow no
pattern,
God never blesses me with
sweet dreams only
but sweet dreams always
followed by nightmares
nightmares followed by
sweet dreams
chain of dreams intermingle and
repeat till I wake up in the morning.
No amount of prayers
to Almighty help me
experience only sweet dreams.
Like two sides of
the same coin
life hurtles down craters
as well as plains
so are the dreams.
Angels smilingly fluttering
around me followed by
a demon like creature
baring its teeth frightening
me to death
immediately followed by
my moments with my
sweet heart
the chain of dreams thus intermittently passes
thru various routes.
Like a tarred road
with potholes here and
there - my life.
Be that as it may
all dreams are dearer to me
and no dreams are put up
for sale.
Dreams follow no pattern
in my life
as in everyone’s life.
THE PATTERN
Dreams follow no pattern
like my way of life.
Each night I go
to sleep
pray to God to lift
me through the luminous path
of sweet dreams only
earnestly implore
him not to push me
through the dark tunnel of
nightmares.
But dreams follow no
pattern,
God never blesses me with
sweet dreams only
but sweet dreams always
followed by nightmares
nightmares followed by
sweet dreams
chain of dreams intermingle and
repeat till I wake up in the morning.
No amount of prayers
to Almighty help me
experience only sweet dreams.
Like two sides of
the same coin
life hurtles down craters
as well as plains
so are the dreams.
Angels smilingly fluttering
around me followed by
a demon like creature
baring its teeth frightening
me to death
immediately followed by
my moments with my
sweet heart
the chain of dreams thus intermittently passes
thru various routes.
Like a tarred road
with potholes here and
there - my life.
Be that as it may
all dreams are dearer to me
and no dreams are put up
for sale.
Dreams follow no pattern
in my life
as in everyone’s life.
like my way of life.
Each night I go
to sleep
pray to God to lift
me through the luminous path
of sweet dreams only
earnestly implore
him not to push me
through the dark tunnel of
nightmares.
But dreams follow no
pattern,
God never blesses me with
sweet dreams only
but sweet dreams always
followed by nightmares
nightmares followed by
sweet dreams
chain of dreams intermingle and
repeat till I wake up in the morning.
No amount of prayers
to Almighty help me
experience only sweet dreams.
Like two sides of
the same coin
life hurtles down craters
as well as plains
so are the dreams.
Angels smilingly fluttering
around me followed by
a demon like creature
baring its teeth frightening
me to death
immediately followed by
my moments with my
sweet heart
the chain of dreams thus intermittently passes
thru various routes.
Like a tarred road
with potholes here and
there - my life.
Be that as it may
all dreams are dearer to me
and no dreams are put up
for sale.
Dreams follow no pattern
in my life
as in everyone’s life.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
THE STRANGE SPECIES
Shining dawns
to each and every
citizen are the promises,
redressal of grievances of
each and every citizen
are the assurances,
‘Selective Amnesia’ a
‘blessing in disguise’ on
being catapulted to the
cozy seat of power,
come election times a transparent
gurgling stream of
memories deliberately
forgotten after winning power.
The rare moments when
the citizen turns the
king and the king turns
slave
the rare moments when
the king-turned-slave
bows down before slave-
turned-king begging alms
of votes in a coconut ‘mug’
strange are the ways
of politicians.
to each and every
citizen are the promises,
redressal of grievances of
each and every citizen
are the assurances,
‘Selective Amnesia’ a
‘blessing in disguise’ on
being catapulted to the
cozy seat of power,
come election times a transparent
gurgling stream of
memories deliberately
forgotten after winning power.
The rare moments when
the citizen turns the
king and the king turns
slave
the rare moments when
the king-turned-slave
bows down before slave-
turned-king begging alms
of votes in a coconut ‘mug’
strange are the ways
of politicians.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
SEARCH FOR A NEW DAWN
A great German
planted a sapling
on a fine morning
and together with his
British friend
watered and nurtured it
daily.
It shot up drawing
the water and manure
in the soil
and in no time
developed shoots
and leaves galore
evolving into a giant
green umbrella
which provided shade to millions
far and wide
from the blazing torch
in the sky
for a correspondingly
long period.
Age caught up with it gradually
and with its mission on
earth almost completed
it started shedding leaves
transforming itself into a skeleton
and like an old emaciated cow
being sold to the abbattoir
the new generation felled it
uprooted it.
The blazing torch
in the sky
which never ages
started spitting fire
forcing the gen new
search for an alternative
a new shade provider
to protect them scorching heat.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
PAST AND PRESENT
YESTERDAY
Their unlimited
unfathomable sea
of love to each other
overwhelmed them
elevated them
to a plain of
rejoice
until death did them
part
that was yesterday’s story.
TODAY
Today, it’s shallow
hollow
superficial
similar to that of
a barren land
where only handful of flowers bloom
without the fragrance of love
even beetles turning
away from them
and love-making
but simple animal transaction
where the practice of
changing robes frequently
like that which
being exhibited in an
entertainment film
which is today’s story
where marriage is
made in hell.
Their unlimited
unfathomable sea
of love to each other
overwhelmed them
elevated them
to a plain of
rejoice
until death did them
part
that was yesterday’s story.
TODAY
Today, it’s shallow
hollow
superficial
similar to that of
a barren land
where only handful of flowers bloom
without the fragrance of love
even beetles turning
away from them
and love-making
but simple animal transaction
where the practice of
changing robes frequently
like that which
being exhibited in an
entertainment film
which is today’s story
where marriage is
made in hell.
Monday, August 8, 2011
SYRIAN BUTCHER, ERDOGAN’S TURKEY, US DEVELOPMENTS
Syrian President Bashar Al-Azad has turned a ‘butcher’ by gunning down pro-democracy protestors on a daily basis. Up till now almost two thousands have been brutally killed and the story goes on unabated. Like father like son, it is said. Hafiz Al-Azad, his father was a wicked ruler during whose period, blood baths were common to bring situations under his control.
The genesis of unrest and protests calling for restoring democracy had its origin ever since ‘Arab Spring’ shook North Africa and West Asian nations. First Tunisia where acclaimed ‘Jasmine revolution’ overthrew the reign of Zinu-el-Abidin Bin Ali paving way for a new regime and also after a trial in absentia a court of law put him behind bars where he is paying dearly for the wrong steps taken without reading the pulse of citizens of Tunisia. Then came Egypt where too people rose in revolt against Hosni Mubarak who ruled Egypt like a Sultan suppressing rebellions one by one without heeding the cries for ending corruption, unemployment on a large scale, sky-high prices of essential commodities making life difficult for the masses. He amassed huge wealth and remitted abroad, led a life of pomp and pageantry for more than three decades.
The Jasmine revolution in Tunisia acted as a catalyst and drawing inspiration from it then masses rose in revolt against the dictatorship of Mubarak and they grouped at Tahrir Square in thousands for 18 days in succession defying bullets, finally forcing him to flee. As of now an ailing Mubarak is facing trial for his wrong deeds of the past. True in the present regime the military holds the key and the atmosphere remains fluid. The rebellion spread to Libya where Muammar Qaddafi is fighting a losing battle with the NATO forces and the rebels. It is nobody’s argument that the man is fighting with his back to the wall suffering loss of lives in his family as also several confidents deserting him and fleeing abroad. It is reported in today’s newspapers that he has lost one of his sons Khamis a wicked commander (unconfirmed) during the NATO strike.
Back to Syria, Bashar-Al-Azad of late has permitted formation of political parties in addition to the ruling B’ath party. The pro-democracy protestors are least satisfied with the too late declaration and they demand nothing short of democracy in other words the dethroning of Mr.Azad.
Like Qaddafi, Azad too is fighting with his back to the wall and it is anybody’s guess that how long he will continue in his present position. The only relief he draws is the friendship with Iran, Lebanon and Turkey. Instead of directly interfering they would prefer to extend outside support. As long as the internal turmoil is mounting day by day he will however find it a tedious task pulling on.
Turkey in the firm grip of Erdogan
With the resignation of military top brass from their positions as also the arrest of about 30 military personnel the power structure in Turkey has entirely changed for the better. It was Erdogan’s long cherished dream that military’s strong grip ever the country be loosened and bring in political Islam instead of a secular Turkey as envisaged by the military. His three successive wins in the elections made him more and more stronger and popular in Turkey. Popular because his AK party (Justice and Development party) could provide a better rule to the satisfaction of the masses. Unprecedented economic growth of Turkey made it one of the focal points of world nations.
However his strong ambition of joining the European Union is not much heard now perhaps because of the economic recession gripping the entire European nations. Instead, it is reported that his attention has turned towards the West Asian nations like Iran, Lebanon and even Israel for the betterment of relations.
Now with the military donning a secondary role, Erdogan has emerged stronger and observers expect radical reforms all to the bright future of the country.
US Economy in doldrums
Immediately after Barack Obama, US President caved in to the pressure of Republicans and reached a settlement it was conclusion foretold that US is on the path to the worst recession. The noted economist Paul Krugman predicted a grim scenario of US economy as soon as Obama surrendered to the dictates of Republican party. To arrive at a debt ceiling settlement the Republicans demanded their pound of flesh in the form of massive spending cuts. Krugman stated in no uncertain terms that Obama should not have surrendered to the pressures of Republicans instead he could have presented the true picture of the situation before the discerning public of US. Krugman had suggested legal procedures which too Obama didn’t follow or could have bargained by Obama in May itself and that it too didn’t happen.
Now that Standard and Poor, the International credit rating agency has for the first time in the history of US downgraded AAA to AA+ sending shockwaves through the stock markets with the stock markets nose diving not only in US but it reflected in other countries too. Even Indian stock market too plummeted sending the investors panicky.
Not only US, the entire Eurozone is in the grip of recession and to overcome US-Eurozone recession, G7 countries are going to meet and deliberate upon the steps needed to wriggle out of the crisis. Further downgrading of credit rating from AA+ to AA is feared if immediate measures are not adopted. Furthermore other international credit rating agencies like Moody’s and Fitch also watch the situation seriously and hinted at downgrading AAA.
Other countries like China and Switzerland are also observing the grim situation and as a result of America plunging into recession crude oil prices in the international market have fallen down. Add to this investors have turned towards gold purchases resulting in steep hike in prices of gold in the international market. Since economy is globally integrated it could immediately affect other nations simultaneously.
Barack Obama’s face saving formula has landed not only him but the entire US in trouble in no time. And the last laugh is that of the Republicans. Massive spending cuts demanded by them and agreed to by Obama has forced the US govt to adopt austerity measures which could lead to several repercussions on various fronts like Medicaid, social sector and salary to be paid to federal works besides many other sectors.
The genesis of unrest and protests calling for restoring democracy had its origin ever since ‘Arab Spring’ shook North Africa and West Asian nations. First Tunisia where acclaimed ‘Jasmine revolution’ overthrew the reign of Zinu-el-Abidin Bin Ali paving way for a new regime and also after a trial in absentia a court of law put him behind bars where he is paying dearly for the wrong steps taken without reading the pulse of citizens of Tunisia. Then came Egypt where too people rose in revolt against Hosni Mubarak who ruled Egypt like a Sultan suppressing rebellions one by one without heeding the cries for ending corruption, unemployment on a large scale, sky-high prices of essential commodities making life difficult for the masses. He amassed huge wealth and remitted abroad, led a life of pomp and pageantry for more than three decades.
The Jasmine revolution in Tunisia acted as a catalyst and drawing inspiration from it then masses rose in revolt against the dictatorship of Mubarak and they grouped at Tahrir Square in thousands for 18 days in succession defying bullets, finally forcing him to flee. As of now an ailing Mubarak is facing trial for his wrong deeds of the past. True in the present regime the military holds the key and the atmosphere remains fluid. The rebellion spread to Libya where Muammar Qaddafi is fighting a losing battle with the NATO forces and the rebels. It is nobody’s argument that the man is fighting with his back to the wall suffering loss of lives in his family as also several confidents deserting him and fleeing abroad. It is reported in today’s newspapers that he has lost one of his sons Khamis a wicked commander (unconfirmed) during the NATO strike.
Back to Syria, Bashar-Al-Azad of late has permitted formation of political parties in addition to the ruling B’ath party. The pro-democracy protestors are least satisfied with the too late declaration and they demand nothing short of democracy in other words the dethroning of Mr.Azad.
Like Qaddafi, Azad too is fighting with his back to the wall and it is anybody’s guess that how long he will continue in his present position. The only relief he draws is the friendship with Iran, Lebanon and Turkey. Instead of directly interfering they would prefer to extend outside support. As long as the internal turmoil is mounting day by day he will however find it a tedious task pulling on.
Turkey in the firm grip of Erdogan
With the resignation of military top brass from their positions as also the arrest of about 30 military personnel the power structure in Turkey has entirely changed for the better. It was Erdogan’s long cherished dream that military’s strong grip ever the country be loosened and bring in political Islam instead of a secular Turkey as envisaged by the military. His three successive wins in the elections made him more and more stronger and popular in Turkey. Popular because his AK party (Justice and Development party) could provide a better rule to the satisfaction of the masses. Unprecedented economic growth of Turkey made it one of the focal points of world nations.
However his strong ambition of joining the European Union is not much heard now perhaps because of the economic recession gripping the entire European nations. Instead, it is reported that his attention has turned towards the West Asian nations like Iran, Lebanon and even Israel for the betterment of relations.
Now with the military donning a secondary role, Erdogan has emerged stronger and observers expect radical reforms all to the bright future of the country.
US Economy in doldrums
Immediately after Barack Obama, US President caved in to the pressure of Republicans and reached a settlement it was conclusion foretold that US is on the path to the worst recession. The noted economist Paul Krugman predicted a grim scenario of US economy as soon as Obama surrendered to the dictates of Republican party. To arrive at a debt ceiling settlement the Republicans demanded their pound of flesh in the form of massive spending cuts. Krugman stated in no uncertain terms that Obama should not have surrendered to the pressures of Republicans instead he could have presented the true picture of the situation before the discerning public of US. Krugman had suggested legal procedures which too Obama didn’t follow or could have bargained by Obama in May itself and that it too didn’t happen.
Now that Standard and Poor, the International credit rating agency has for the first time in the history of US downgraded AAA to AA+ sending shockwaves through the stock markets with the stock markets nose diving not only in US but it reflected in other countries too. Even Indian stock market too plummeted sending the investors panicky.
Not only US, the entire Eurozone is in the grip of recession and to overcome US-Eurozone recession, G7 countries are going to meet and deliberate upon the steps needed to wriggle out of the crisis. Further downgrading of credit rating from AA+ to AA is feared if immediate measures are not adopted. Furthermore other international credit rating agencies like Moody’s and Fitch also watch the situation seriously and hinted at downgrading AAA.
Other countries like China and Switzerland are also observing the grim situation and as a result of America plunging into recession crude oil prices in the international market have fallen down. Add to this investors have turned towards gold purchases resulting in steep hike in prices of gold in the international market. Since economy is globally integrated it could immediately affect other nations simultaneously.
Barack Obama’s face saving formula has landed not only him but the entire US in trouble in no time. And the last laugh is that of the Republicans. Massive spending cuts demanded by them and agreed to by Obama has forced the US govt to adopt austerity measures which could lead to several repercussions on various fronts like Medicaid, social sector and salary to be paid to federal works besides many other sectors.
THE SALES GIRLS
Girls, cute and pretty
words, eloquent and ornamental
voice, melodious and persuasive.
These sales girls of the
retail giant
with their honeyed
words
could entertain and persuade
each consumer
could lay claims
on the qualities of
the consumer itmes
and drive each customer
into purchasing the items
till his/her pregnant purse turn thin
be their claims, true or false
are entirely different matters.
Yet they could go on
with their selling spree
with their musical voices, polished
eloquent words and conquering smiles.
All part of their duties
they do it sincerely
and strive for thriving business
to the appreciation of the employer
All for a livelihood….
words, eloquent and ornamental
voice, melodious and persuasive.
These sales girls of the
retail giant
with their honeyed
words
could entertain and persuade
each consumer
could lay claims
on the qualities of
the consumer itmes
and drive each customer
into purchasing the items
till his/her pregnant purse turn thin
be their claims, true or false
are entirely different matters.
Yet they could go on
with their selling spree
with their musical voices, polished
eloquent words and conquering smiles.
All part of their duties
they do it sincerely
and strive for thriving business
to the appreciation of the employer
All for a livelihood….
Sunday, August 7, 2011
CAUSE OF FREEDOM
Lift the curtain
of dark days
unroll the red carpet
for the new dawn
throw open the doors
and windows
and let beams of light
and fresh air stream in
banish the darkness
forever
light up the lamps of
cheers to everyone’s lip
‘ungag’ the gagged mouths
let the rays of freedom of speech
and expression pervade
the ambience
light up a candle
in the inner recessess of hearts
in remembrance of the
martyrs
who fought and laid
their lives for the
cause of freedom.
of dark days
unroll the red carpet
for the new dawn
throw open the doors
and windows
and let beams of light
and fresh air stream in
banish the darkness
forever
light up the lamps of
cheers to everyone’s lip
‘ungag’ the gagged mouths
let the rays of freedom of speech
and expression pervade
the ambience
light up a candle
in the inner recessess of hearts
in remembrance of the
martyrs
who fought and laid
their lives for the
cause of freedom.
CAUSE OF FREEDOM
Lift the curtain
of dark days
unroll the red carpet
for the new dawn
throw open the doors
and windows
and let beams of light
and fresh air stream in
banish the darkness
forever
light up the lamps of
cheers to everyone’s lip
‘ungag’ the gagged mouths
let the rays of freedom of speech
and expression pervade
the ambience
light up a candle
in the inner recessess of hearts
in remembrance of the
martyrs
who fought and laid
their lives for the
cause of freedom.
of dark days
unroll the red carpet
for the new dawn
throw open the doors
and windows
and let beams of light
and fresh air stream in
banish the darkness
forever
light up the lamps of
cheers to everyone’s lip
‘ungag’ the gagged mouths
let the rays of freedom of speech
and expression pervade
the ambience
light up a candle
in the inner recessess of hearts
in remembrance of the
martyrs
who fought and laid
their lives for the
cause of freedom.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
THE LANDSLIDE
The landslide
of emotions
pushed down
both of us while locked in embrace
towards the verdant, sprawling
bed of valley
where we
still locked in embrace
rolled and rolled
across the bed
drenched in emotions
until
the reservoir of ecstasy
over flowed
thus melted
into one.
of emotions
pushed down
both of us while locked in embrace
towards the verdant, sprawling
bed of valley
where we
still locked in embrace
rolled and rolled
across the bed
drenched in emotions
until
the reservoir of ecstasy
over flowed
thus melted
into one.
THE BARRICADE
Surge of tens of
thousands of
forces of outrage gushed forth
finally hit the
barricades in a row
erected by forces of law and order
pushed the barricades back
the men in imposing
uniforms
got drowned in outrage
forced them to
employ lathis, bayonets
tear gas shells, water cannons,
grenades
and when all resorts
failed
fired in the air first
to scare away the forces
of outrage
then fired direct
killed many
maimed many
wounded many
and all
got scattered for the moment
but
regrouped within no time
as also the forces of
law and order
with the mandarins in
the corridors of power
playing fiddling Neros.
thousands of
forces of outrage gushed forth
finally hit the
barricades in a row
erected by forces of law and order
pushed the barricades back
the men in imposing
uniforms
got drowned in outrage
forced them to
employ lathis, bayonets
tear gas shells, water cannons,
grenades
and when all resorts
failed
fired in the air first
to scare away the forces
of outrage
then fired direct
killed many
maimed many
wounded many
and all
got scattered for the moment
but
regrouped within no time
as also the forces of
law and order
with the mandarins in
the corridors of power
playing fiddling Neros.
Friday, August 5, 2011
FLOWERS OF MEMORIES
As long as your
memory is sharp and alert
and
as long as you keep
an album of recollections
of your childhood, teens,
youth, middle-age and old age
parents, siblings and relatives,
friends and enemies, familiar
and unfamiliar faces
even a single
incident or sight
delightful or painful
no recollections could be
deleted
like it or not.
As soon as flowers of
your memory
start to fade away
your album of recollections
too get blurred
ending at last in
a vacuum
you become no longer ‘you’
but somebody else.
What a pity it?
Keep an alert, sharp
memory
album of recollections would
stay evergreen.
memory is sharp and alert
and
as long as you keep
an album of recollections
of your childhood, teens,
youth, middle-age and old age
parents, siblings and relatives,
friends and enemies, familiar
and unfamiliar faces
even a single
incident or sight
delightful or painful
no recollections could be
deleted
like it or not.
As soon as flowers of
your memory
start to fade away
your album of recollections
too get blurred
ending at last in
a vacuum
you become no longer ‘you’
but somebody else.
What a pity it?
Keep an alert, sharp
memory
album of recollections would
stay evergreen.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
GEMS AND JEWELS
Mind a treasure trove
precious, priceless
gems and jewels
arranged magnificently in the
vaults of a chamber
large enough to accommodate
gems and jewels of experience
sweet and bitter
but selfishness being imprinted
on each mind
secrets remain secrets
in every mind
other matters past, present
and future ready to
be shared.
Point out a single
mind which doesn’t
keep secrets close to chest
very thought of
disclosing, something unbearable
other jewels of experience
sweet and bitter
each willing to share
with others
to draw immense delight
also derive relief
by unburdening them.
And,
imagine the invention of a
machine
which could blare out
secrets embedded
in the mind of a human being
as if thru a loud speaker
the result
each man/woman would run
for cover.
precious, priceless
gems and jewels
arranged magnificently in the
vaults of a chamber
large enough to accommodate
gems and jewels of experience
sweet and bitter
but selfishness being imprinted
on each mind
secrets remain secrets
in every mind
other matters past, present
and future ready to
be shared.
Point out a single
mind which doesn’t
keep secrets close to chest
very thought of
disclosing, something unbearable
other jewels of experience
sweet and bitter
each willing to share
with others
to draw immense delight
also derive relief
by unburdening them.
And,
imagine the invention of a
machine
which could blare out
secrets embedded
in the mind of a human being
as if thru a loud speaker
the result
each man/woman would run
for cover.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
On their wedding anniversary
a cable
landed on her lap
like a star from heaven.
Without being opened
she knew the content
and the author.
Her heart pounding
her fingers trembling
she went inside like a cat to hide it
from the reach of
her husband
he smelt something fishy
and followed her
‘whose language is this’?
-he thundered
she hung her head
her eyes went moist
she struggled for words
like a truant child
in front of the teacher.
In a fit of fury
he snatched the cable
from her trembling hand
like a kingfisher
arrowing down and flying
away with its victim
from the river.
‘With all good wishes always yours’ - Richard
read he.
As if learning by rote
repeated he those message
in an inebriated state.
A hard slap made her
squirm around
golden flies flying
around
she saw heaven and hell
simultaneously.
She paused for a moment
regained her lost courage
glanced straight in his
red eyes and
like a ferocious tigress yelled at him
‘yeah he is my one and
only love, now and forever’.
The man
stood frozen for a
few minutes
rushed out of the room
in anger
drove the car outside
came back in a fit of
rage with a call girl from the city.
Both of them made love
in another room
while his wife went speechless.
a cable
landed on her lap
like a star from heaven.
Without being opened
she knew the content
and the author.
Her heart pounding
her fingers trembling
she went inside like a cat to hide it
from the reach of
her husband
he smelt something fishy
and followed her
‘whose language is this’?
-he thundered
she hung her head
her eyes went moist
she struggled for words
like a truant child
in front of the teacher.
In a fit of fury
he snatched the cable
from her trembling hand
like a kingfisher
arrowing down and flying
away with its victim
from the river.
‘With all good wishes always yours’ - Richard
read he.
As if learning by rote
repeated he those message
in an inebriated state.
A hard slap made her
squirm around
golden flies flying
around
she saw heaven and hell
simultaneously.
She paused for a moment
regained her lost courage
glanced straight in his
red eyes and
like a ferocious tigress yelled at him
‘yeah he is my one and
only love, now and forever’.
The man
stood frozen for a
few minutes
rushed out of the room
in anger
drove the car outside
came back in a fit of
rage with a call girl from the city.
Both of them made love
in another room
while his wife went speechless.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
BRIDGES WITH THE PAST
Memories act as bridges
with the past.
Each memory
each bridge with the
past.
We all build bridges
in memory of our
dear and near.
Travelling down memory
lane,
we renew and refresh
our moments with them.
Memorials are built for
the great, by posterity
but
ordinary mortals didn’t
have memorials
don’t have memorials
won’t have memorials
no wonder that.
Rich, influential megalomaniacs
are eager to build memorials
for themselves, eager to install statues
for themselves wherever possible
while alive
since they do fear
their names being
wiped out like paints on walls
from the hearts of posterity
or consigned to the
dustbins of history
within no time
they are gone
as they know for sure
that
they are as good as dead
like an antiquated doctrine.
with the past.
Each memory
each bridge with the
past.
We all build bridges
in memory of our
dear and near.
Travelling down memory
lane,
we renew and refresh
our moments with them.
Memorials are built for
the great, by posterity
but
ordinary mortals didn’t
have memorials
don’t have memorials
won’t have memorials
no wonder that.
Rich, influential megalomaniacs
are eager to build memorials
for themselves, eager to install statues
for themselves wherever possible
while alive
since they do fear
their names being
wiped out like paints on walls
from the hearts of posterity
or consigned to the
dustbins of history
within no time
they are gone
as they know for sure
that
they are as good as dead
like an antiquated doctrine.
Monday, August 1, 2011
THUS SPAKE THE CITY TO THE VILLAGE
A day will come
when you won’t be
able to stand on
your legs.
A day will come
when you will have
to lean against me
due to dwindling
strength.
A day will come
when the last drop
of your stamina
is being squeezed by
time.
A will come,
your hairs will turn silvery
wrinkles will appear all
over your body
you will get emaciated
and old.
Blame thee not me for all these
its not my fault
not anybody’s fault
we have to change
with changing times.
True
I’m gaining strength
to strength
that’s also not my fault
times are changing
you know.
A day will come
when your
merger with me will
be complete
worry thee not
your children will be
safe in my lap.
A big chunk already
in my lap, my lap in their cradle.
I provide them jobs
I provide them food
I provide them shelter
I provide them all the
facilities of life
I love them, care them
from dawn to dusk
dusk to dawn,
you know I remain restless
and vigilant always
and I will continue to be.
Remember
I came from thee
I was part of thee
once upon a time.
when you won’t be
able to stand on
your legs.
A day will come
when you will have
to lean against me
due to dwindling
strength.
A day will come
when the last drop
of your stamina
is being squeezed by
time.
A will come,
your hairs will turn silvery
wrinkles will appear all
over your body
you will get emaciated
and old.
Blame thee not me for all these
its not my fault
not anybody’s fault
we have to change
with changing times.
True
I’m gaining strength
to strength
that’s also not my fault
times are changing
you know.
A day will come
when your
merger with me will
be complete
worry thee not
your children will be
safe in my lap.
A big chunk already
in my lap, my lap in their cradle.
I provide them jobs
I provide them food
I provide them shelter
I provide them all the
facilities of life
I love them, care them
from dawn to dusk
dusk to dawn,
you know I remain restless
and vigilant always
and I will continue to be.
Remember
I came from thee
I was part of thee
once upon a time.
THUS SPAKE THE CITY TO THE VILLAGE
A day will come
when you won’t be
able to stand on
your legs.
A day will come
when you will have
to lean against me
due to dwindling
strength.
A day will come
when the last drop
of your stamina
is being squeezed by
time.
A will come,
your hairs will turn silvery
wrinkles will appear all
over your body
you will get emaciated
and old.
Blame thee not me for all these
its not my fault
not anybody’s fault
we have to change
with changing times.
True
I’m gaining strength
to strength
that’s also not my fault
times are changing
you know.
A day will come
when your
merger with me will
be complete
worry thee not
your children will be
safe in my lap.
A big chunk already
in my lap, my lap in their cradle.
I provide them jobs
I provide them food
I provide them shelter
I provide them all the
facilities of life
I love them, care them
from dawn to dusk
dusk to dawn,
you know I remain restless
and vigilant always
and I will continue to be.
Remember
I came from thee
I was part of thee
once upon a time.
when you won’t be
able to stand on
your legs.
A day will come
when you will have
to lean against me
due to dwindling
strength.
A day will come
when the last drop
of your stamina
is being squeezed by
time.
A will come,
your hairs will turn silvery
wrinkles will appear all
over your body
you will get emaciated
and old.
Blame thee not me for all these
its not my fault
not anybody’s fault
we have to change
with changing times.
True
I’m gaining strength
to strength
that’s also not my fault
times are changing
you know.
A day will come
when your
merger with me will
be complete
worry thee not
your children will be
safe in my lap.
A big chunk already
in my lap, my lap in their cradle.
I provide them jobs
I provide them food
I provide them shelter
I provide them all the
facilities of life
I love them, care them
from dawn to dusk
dusk to dawn,
you know I remain restless
and vigilant always
and I will continue to be.
Remember
I came from thee
I was part of thee
once upon a time.
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