Sunday, May 17, 2009
elections of hope
the power of positivity is for all to see. congress does the impossible again defying all predictions, hammering all nay-sayers. the vote was not for Congress but it was a vote for hope, a thumbs-up for good governance. all those who rebuffed against the so called NREG & loan waiver can rest their tired souls to peace. it was this inclusive growth that led to development. Moditva should put on their thinking caps. growth is not the only aspect. the politics of violence & hatred is bound to fail. it got Hitler & it will get you. the vote brought into definition a new word - pro incumbency. lot many will be worried that the idea of intelligent voting has begun it was at work in India & Bihar. a formidable caste alliance of laloo & paswan bit the dust in front of change. the hope that laloo had promised long back came back to haunt him as he was trounced.
i don't know whether i am a believer or not. i don't take pride in such a comment. but then i have been both at some points of my life. & i enjoyed being a believer i need to confess. what changed & how the change kept on its journey? i will try to decipher. it was perhaps the innocence of childhood vs the conspiracy of adulthood which always came in my way.
i am coming down from a lofted platform, suddenly in the process of realizing the self. struggle is necessity of learning, & learning by self is no match when you have a teacher. perhaps faith is that teacher. it will take some time to accept the fact but the process is in place and more importantly i feel much relieved. i had always respected faith even at my darkest image, however now its importance in the journey.
i am coming down from a lofted platform, suddenly in the process of realizing the self. struggle is necessity of learning, & learning by self is no match when you have a teacher. perhaps faith is that teacher. it will take some time to accept the fact but the process is in place and more importantly i feel much relieved. i had always respected faith even at my darkest image, however now its importance in the journey.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I beleive in You...
why me i asked? will i be worshiped later? national holiday in my name....any posthumous award? OMG says God, you are asking for too much. i just asked you to do some work and stop being a burden. so you think me as a burden you who of all the people/being who is a parasite on all the myriad offerings of gold, milk, devdaasis. what have you done to deserve all this. you are no different from me. do you see me as a threat to your uselessness? irritated, G says i will make you rot till next eternity in the hell if you don't stop fooling around. i've the authority, you see. does he think i am afraid of all the people him. i laugh back. you are powerless against those who don't beleive in you. use this tactic against your deotees and plunder them. i am immune against you. see, try a spell. & yes his wand breaks when he tries to cast a spell. see you powerless little bug, you can't do anything to me. accept defeat & make me as ridiculous as you are. not so easily, not so easily, he is scheming but i know that. Son, come to me, beleive in me, i will give you the world. lets strike a deal, you become my agent. how will that help i ask? i don't want to be your pimp, against self dignity. don't overreact, this is the path of being Me. you will get respect and scope for corruption. be my trusted luitenent, and share the spoils. i make you my material greed, my lechrous self.
i was born a Brahmin.
i was born a Brahmin.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
i saw hope far off,
in the rays sun shows,
as my hand grabs it
all that was forever goes
i run after it
at every hour at every day
where is the hope of my life
where is my sun ray
i live for the day
i live by the night
i hunt for my ray
i look for that sight
should i follow my shadow
from end to end
for love of what life
stand tall or bend
in the rays sun shows,
as my hand grabs it
all that was forever goes
i run after it
at every hour at every day
where is the hope of my life
where is my sun ray
i live for the day
i live by the night
i hunt for my ray
i look for that sight
should i follow my shadow
from end to end
for love of what life
stand tall or bend
Saturday, February 2, 2008
will I...
a long walk,
a feared passage,
will i ever rest the dead,
and walk to glory within the maze?
as i sleep,
the night awakens,
will i conquer the hollow,
to my barren bring the rain?
a tired soul,
dies a dream,
will i kiss the tear,
rejoice as autumn shapes the spring?
a feared passage,
will i ever rest the dead,
and walk to glory within the maze?
as i sleep,
the night awakens,
will i conquer the hollow,
to my barren bring the rain?
a tired soul,
dies a dream,
will i kiss the tear,
rejoice as autumn shapes the spring?
what to write? don't know. for once (& alwayz) am without any issues. how can life be so ignorant of me. if i don't have a reason to celebrate, i demand an excuse to colour me in gloom. the situation has reached such a critical level that can't even decipher the level (or even existence) of my own frustration. have ever indulged in self-pity? it's refreshingly refreshing. it's another matter that it is also the only option. it has been seven days that i started following an open-door policy to invite any debtor or creditors but no avail. it seems i have been deported inside a space less black hole. even the spiders and lizards that adorned my walls have taken an extended hibernation. if all this is for real, GOD be ashamed, it it's a nightmare, well Mr. Satan what is this fascination with uncalled for benovalence. do your job, scare the shit out of me.
am i even now incapable to offend any person, place or thing?
am i even now incapable to offend any person, place or thing?
Sunday, August 12, 2007
silent dreams
Silent dreams,
My silent dreams….
No one knows,
They are the dead trees.
Like a river
Long gone,
Erased from history
None to mourn
As against rule
They are not sad
I enjoy their demise
Makes me less bad
No trumpets
No glory
Mediocre is the road I tread
And I don’t feel sorry
Divinity
Is but an illusion
A fake disguise
A false sensation
And yet,
The flights of fantasy
The pleasures of the dream
Dwells deep in secrecy
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