The Wise Page

Living for an eternity
Hidden among my siblings
I long for a touch, a look,
My few minutes of fresh air

My cheer is long lost
For many of my brothers have withered away
Frightened the wisdom tattooed on me
Is waiting to fade away in time

Nostalgic am I sometimes
On the day I was born in the press
We clapped aloud .. As stories were born
A dark pride filled my heart
For we are not for illiterates

Fools we were when destiny whispered before our creation
That showcases are our coffin
Now sitting on a vanity bookshelf, Stacked body over body
Unbearable is the smell of rotten death

I wait to see my love, curious eyes, 
Flip me over once more, kind fingers,
And I shall rest in peace
Never to complain again.

Vande Mataram - 2015

Watching TV on Independence day, listening to Vande Mataram. Its that time of year again.

That time of year when we become patriot, For reasons less known.

Unlike my blog on Vande Mataram in 2010, I think my patriotism has been on a decline. Middle age has caught up even before my age got there. In pursuit of money, success, stability and safety. I have forgotten my country.

I forgot how I used to see her,
How I used to love seeing her unclad,

To see her carry on with fresh wounds, the pain of reality,
To see her celebrate success, child of hard-work.

To see her in the million gods,
Praying to all and her in one,
Creator, Sustain-er, Destroyer and Consumer,
For I was born, brought up on her lap, and going back to her. 

To see her life in each and every unknown faces passing by...

But now I travel in AC car with windows rolled up and music played loud,
Ego outgrowing compassion,
Jealousy overtaking kindness,
Adultery consuming innocence,
I have lost my sight and hearing.
Become a cripple in my personal space.

To Liberation, Independence, Freedom,
Vande Mataram!

An ISIS recruit's guide to God - Alternate route 1

Join ISIS! Rape a few hapless, behead any whom fingers point, drink some blood and if you don't like it add some sweet oil to it and try again. Wait impatiently for the next catch. Do this over and over until you think the girls don't cry like the way they used to, murder doesn't excite anymore, blood tastes like water! It's time to move on..

Take a mercenary jeep through the arid route to Pakistan. Join a militant organization, not because of the yearn to kill again, but for the thrill of infiltrating to India in the coldest of winters, neck deep in snow through the abominable exquisite Himalayas. An adrenaline rush no snake venom can give, dangerous and thrilling, yet without the slightest desire of being hailed by human race. The only award is self satisfaction. The first probable step to a long spiritual journey, being satisfied by own nature.

Treasure this whilst losing a few fingers in pursuit. It's time to move on again. Into the valley of Buddha in Leh.

Spend a few years in a Buddhist monarchy, without a calendar. Turn the prayer wheel everytime you utter 'Om Mani Padme Hum', till you forget your past and future. Till you forget time and age. Till you forget desire and decisions. Till you forget you. And then you finally meet you. Still. A piece of earth.

Freedom of thought

Would you doubt a person to be a fraud if he was a Muslim and did not fast in Ramadan or would you keep a suspicious eye on a man who fasts in Ramadan and wears a skull cap all the time? I have listened to people who genuinely feel either one of the above argument is true! Gandhi might different to this opinion, since he felt there are as many religions as the number of minds in this world. Ideas and Idols are thrown against our minds time and over.

School taught us about Right to equality, right to freedom of speech, to education, religion etc. Why wasn't there a right to freedom to think? Maybe it was too obvious, we are all free to think whatever we want isn't it? Right to fantasize, fancy that! Right to touch yourself. Well you don't have a right to touch someone else without consent for sure. NDTV will ensure that! But coming back to freedom of thought, although obvious, is subtle. So subtle that some may not even think about it in their lifetime - living in a box. But there is always a box - jump from one into another - you may get into a bigger box, but a box it is still.

Science journals say our life expectancy has increased over the years. It was only 40 back in the days, (pause), back in the days when children grew up in the lap of nature. Back in the days when weekends weren't so precious. Back in the days when sex didn't need blue pills, we didn't work to buy iPads or 6-seaters. Wonder if it was a big mistake to evolve, be intelligent. But then there are no mistakes, and we are loving it; courtesy McDonalds evolution.

In this world of billions, the number of people we know, this minority of souls we love. And the veal of ideas that spread and gauge this few. Why? No constitution or law can give you any freedom. But the illution of freedom - yes Constitution, school and religion can give. The only freedom we need is the freedom to think. Freedom to go deep inside, find answers and questions alike.

Freedom to touch our heart, to caress our wounds, to rejoice in our happiness, to remain in silence and clamor of the universe, and witness life unbiased, sincerely, in the warmth of mother natures love.

Love.. Maybe.. Maybe not..

Listening to the sweetest of songs...
My fingers chase the beautiful notes of love... As they dissolve into air I breath..
Fills my heart to the brim.. Not knowing what is filling me inside..
Fear of the emptiness that it will leave when it goes away.. Creeps in without knocking..
Is it worth chasing the notes? Maybe .. maybe not..

Soft ice melt on my lips.. Butterfly brush against tender skin.. Wind rush through hair.. Being wholesome with the world.. Life starts and ends in infinity..
What not can love make me feel!
But can hate make me feel this? Never..
Why does hate exist in the world when pain is its infamous child..
Does not love too hurt the same when its fangs tear off you? Maybe.. maybe not..

Speed down a hill.. As rain drizzle upon.. Unto the cold waves caress.. Through the comfort of soft sand..
Loves unreal gift wrap!
Does jealously present this? Never..
Lost in jealous thoughts ever? "Why do I not have this?!"
Does not love get us lost in thoughts too? Maybe.. maybe not..

Magical music notes fall.. bouncing joyfully off the umbrella of warm love..
The veal of notes.. blinding to see past this love..
Does not anger make us blind?
Why do people want love when the we can be blind our-self in hate too?

Is Love worth all the worthless emotions.. Maybe.. Maybe not..

Soap Poem

Bought you for 20 a piece.
It was a pleasure to rub you against me
Cleaning my dirt away
Borrowing your fragrance... just for a little while

Bought you for 30 a piece
Treated you for as a slave for life
Till you wear away into the drain
Borrowing your fragrance... for a few steps in the sun

Bought you for 40 a piece
Wore you off till too small for a palm
And then you slipped off with whatever body left
A leap for escape? Last leap of Faith?

No! For the sick bastard soul in you,
Wanted a last laugh seeing me
Bend over, running for the slippery you
Foam over my wet hairy butt

Could hear you snigger as I put soap on my face..