FEAR PSYCHOSIS

POEM

Friend,

these are frightening times

these are appalling times

spread across our land.

Plants dare not bloom and smile

in our gardens,

afraid of being plucked away

and torn to pieces.

Birds feel caged

and fear to fly over here.

Streams lay congealed out of fear 

and

winds stand still

not a single leaf dares to move.

These are frightening,

times over here,

dreaded times over here.

Awaiting winds of

freedom we remain

and we are here

to fight to the hilt

to firm up our hard-earned freedom. 

'DOORAM ARIKE'

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THIS METRO

POEM

I like the surging

waves of crowds of this city

I love to be a part of it.

One among thousands,

a faceless being.

It rids me of false sense of my identity

of my excessive pride,

my hubris.

I love the hustle and bustle of this city,

the spell binding noises,

piercing  my ear-drums,

the wild music.

The louder my voice

the louder my laughter

the higher the wild music,

like the incessant thunder showers .

it drowns my false sense of my loud voice

at its peak which could sink

the wild music of this city.  

I love the high-rise buildings of this city,

the multi-storeyed noises

that top - of the - world feeling

when I stay rooted

on the balcony of the top-most floor.

The thick concrete

forests along the

length and breadth of this metro,

reminds me of the top hills,

the verdant hills,

the verdant landscape,

the azure streams,

lakes and ponds

the ocean of paddy fields

which ONCE adorned my far-away village.

The concrete forests bereft of greenery 

fills me with the scent of nostalgia.

THE HAZE

POEM

Looking from here

in this misty evening

the faraway hill and

its lush greenery enveloped by 

the smoke screen of haze

like my  perplexed cloudy mind,

which hides my

otherwise my crystal clear, transparent mind.

How long should I wait

for the rise of a

new Sun, a new dawn 

which wipes  away the

haze of the faraway hill

unveiling the thick greenery

and the sky-touching hill.

How long should I wait

for the smoke screen of perplexity

covering my mind fades away.  

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AWAITING RESSURECTION

POEM

Till the other day

we were looked after

well by our protectors

and ensured our

safety from each other’s enemies. 

Plastered across the walls

on both sides of the streets

we smiled at the passersby

walking down the streets

or travelling by the

buses, cars, rickshaws

with appealing faces

with a glint of hope in our eyes

to exercise their franchise

each competing with the other.

Now that a fiercely fought battle over

and the dust settled

our so-called protectors

till the other day

turned away from us

leaving our fate to

the whims of wanton boys

who mercilessly tore us apart

and littered all along the way.

We have to wait until the next battle

for our godfathers to recall us and

plaster us across the walls of the

on either side of the streets.

Awaiting a resurrection,  

we remain…..

NOVEMBER 13 TERROR STRIKES ON FRANCE BY IS AND FRANCE’S RETALIATION

ARTICLE

In India if 26/11/08 was the handiwork of Lashkar-E-Taiba, one of the hard-core militant outfit of Pakistan, our neighbouring  country, in 13/11/2015 it was a premeditated suicide attack orchestrated by eight Islamic State (IS) militants the nightmare of the whole world which outranks even Al-Quaeda. The IS militants targeted six landmarks frequented by ordinary French civilians mowing down 129 of them and  wounding more than three hundred. The condition of the 99 innocent civilians continues to be critical, who were shot at by the IS militants. They were either gunned down or blew themselves up when the French forces chased them. One militant, it was reported, managed to escape.  Francoise Holland, French President, declared a state of emergency, and as per latest news pouring in from France,  almost 115000 forces are deployed across the country who remain vigilant apprehending further attacks. Today ie. 18/11  unconfirmed reports state the master-brain behind the attack Abdel Hameed Abooudi has been either killed (or killed himself) by French forces. As of now the forces who are frantically in search of IS terrorists across the country, two terrorists were killed and the former continue their search unabated. This is the second suicide attack in France, the first one being the killing of 12 cartoonists and injuring 11 others by the militants who rampaged the office of Charlie Hebdo, the French newspaper.

A ‘death cult’ as one newspaper termed IS, the savage outfit is hated and feared by the nations the world over. Though US, France, Russia, Britain, Saudi Arabia  are relentlessly bombarding its haven the IS has not yet been suppressed instead it grows  from strength to strength with more militants from various countries joining the ranks of the ‘so-called Caliphate’ headed by   Abubaker Al-Baghdadi , the self-declared Caliph of IS. Its elements can strike at any place, any person or a gathering anytime it targets even now.

The Western nations including US and Britain are to share the entire blame for the birth of this Frankenstein monster. Now they find themselves cornered. If they had desisted from declaring a war against Iraq and indulged in larges-scale massacres and destroyed properties including  cultural heritages thereby wiping out  the entire Mesopotamian civilization on false grounds that Iraq  occupied weapons of mass destruction. If US had desisted from providing logistical weapons  and ample funds  to the Free Syrian Army which ultimately went into the hands of then budding IS, the scenario which we are faced with ie the formation Islamic State, (the dreaded  terror outfit) which carved out portions of Iraq and Syria, could have been avoided. Now that the responsibility of eliminating this terrorist hydra has fallen into the  hands  of not only US, Britain, France and Russia, but the nations across the world.

As long as this monster is allowed to spread across the world no nation on the face of earth is not likely to enjoy rest or relaxation. This outfit continues to haunt us and will continue to haunt the entire mankind.