Saturday 27 April 2013

An effort in support of the Tamil Eelam Part-1



They stood alone as everything around them was reduced to ashes and later on became dust, that was cleansed with the blood of fellow humans.
All they fought for was respect, to be treated equally.
Every voice raised in this endeavor was silenced permanently by death.
The only voice that remains is that of others who witnessed it from afar.
Of what avail is this fight for equality?,
When one whole race of humanity is reduced to indignity, In this war of profanity.
Can people witness this with integrity?
Aren’t we a responsible community?
Can’t we fight for Tamil Eelam’s immunity, as we too belong to the universe of humanity?
As we enjoyed every moment of this life, they toiled away in hideous hell while alive,
Looked down upon every second of their life,
Third rate citizens for most part of life while alive,
Never loved by their nation of domination.
Killed by their fight for equality and crucified by inequality.
They now walk alone, for the people who fought by their side, have been buried on either side.
They grieved in silence and were aggrieved in violence,
 Compelled to adopt tolerance and praying for majority’s cognizance.
They must have felt like Negros among whites in the era of colonization by the Britons. Enslaved by the fear of bloodshed, Shackled by the crushing majority and silenced by the murderous government. Will they ever be free to be common among the majority of commoners?. Is it wrong to revolt?
Separation of a state, is it too big an ask for a bunch of slaves to the oppressing majority?
Not represented in a parliament of dictators and represented by the dead revolters, silenced by death. For whose freedom just a miniscule minority is still voicing its support, by withdrawing its support at the centre (Tamilnadu). Though the agenda is politically driven, the opposition and the ruling party in that state have come together in support of the minority. While India still laments the loss of Bofors Scandalous hero, Rajiv Gandhi through its party Congress and denies to support the Lankan Tamils, whose representatives bombed a scandalous man. Is it right to hold a grudge against humanity?, served in the past by the extremists who’ve been completely eradicated ever since from the face of this earth. When the one hurt and the hurter have paid the price by death, Is it still necessary to hold the past against people currently representing innocence and fighting for equality?   
Acceptance of the current situation;
Knowing not what future holds for them, this darkness eluded them to eternity. As their path of enlightenment is marred by bloodshed. They’ve realized that their quest for light shall end in their coffins and politicians shall read their eulogy with fake tears as life beyond death nears.  As at every sight of light, they witnessed fight and were confined to walk alone in the night, as darkness was their safest bet to venture out in search of light.

Friday 12 April 2013

The unadulterated baby’s mind and its relevance to adulthood.



The smile of a kid is a treasure worth all the pain a women undergoes to get him/her out of her motherly oven. The first time a baby smiles is worth more than a thousand kisses by your loved one.Unadulterated as it is, if you were to ask the parents, It would be for the silliest reason there is.
A kid doesn't think twice before smiling.
All one needs to do is to replicate the moves of a kid.
If you were to crawl to him, he shall do the same.
If you were to fall besides him, he shall do the same.
If you were to stand, he shall do the same.
An ardent follower of yours and one who would take the fall for you. If you were to throw him up in the air he shall giggle his way into your safe hands, as he trusts you beyond anything or anyone, no thought precedes his mind.
The kid hardly cries while he learns to get up after a fall. That smile after a fall seems to be for having fallen and learnt something new, comes unadulterated.
One doesn't need a master card to make a kid smile, he just has to think of things that are silly.
These kids are straight shooters, either they like you or they don’t. Diplomacy isn't an art mastered by them.
All he needs to sleep is the warmth of a mothers touch. Imagine how most of the grown up’s struggle.
The only beings while living their age of fantasy and tales unheard of, are blessed with the culmination of innocence and smile. One can see the divine in them. Their smile is something which everyone will cherish, without whose smile the whole world might perish.
Why are we cursed to lose that innocence, and why can’t we smile like these kids whenever and wherever?. It’s a question that reminds us of our glaring age and the concept of maturity that has crept into our ageing process. Adulterated is our smile, when we think long and hard and label the silly jokers “boring”. Why not unleash our childlike instinct and feel happier without too much of an impulse control?. Let’s unlearn the thought process of adulthood so that we could enjoy the divine creation of nature and its inhabitants. Sometimes let your heart speak for happiness and shut your mind at the same time.
Why go behind babes, when we can experience divinity and happiness pursuing Bab"ies":)
Everyone needs answers of happiness to questions of sorrow! Why not the answer be smile?
Dedicated to a baby smile
Pic Courtesy - http://www.brainrules.net/images/icon-happy-bw.jpg and http://2.bp.blogspot.com/bVXbLqYje5Y/Tk4JLEcV1zI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Tumq5xKColE/s400/kid.jpg                                                     

Saturday 6 April 2013

The Blame Game




Who’s to blame?
Neither me nor you.
It’s us.
How we always blame,
When every second we know, we are lame,
When we take someone’s name.
What’s in a name?
When its all in the game,
And the thing that’s affected is your name.
Any you’re ever ready to kill to fame.
When its all in the game. 
And you’re asked to name the name,
Would it be your name?
It’s satirical as to how we blame one another,
As long as the affected is other,
In this game played by one another.
Pointing to one another’s mistake,
When respect and credibility are at stake,
You give your take as long as the scapegoat is willing to take.
It is this blame, which you know is lame, as soon as you take another’s name.
That another’s day will come,
When you’re name would've stuck to his mind like gum,
And you know what’s gonna come.
It’s the blame game, you started it and he continued,
What’s in a name? Now you answer…..
It’s all in the game, as he’s ready to kill to fame,
As he tries to tame, as now its you he gets to blame,
And yours will be name, as you know who is to blame.
For it starts over and again……
It’s a lame game, the blame game.
:(You either get it or you don’t,
You expect me to explain it, that I won’t.:)

Just an effort on difference, hope it makes sense.
Picture Courtesy: http://www.newageselfhelp.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/blame-game.jpg
 and Google Search.


Tuesday 2 April 2013

Wonder of Love….























How difficult is it to love beauty?
No wonder you’ve made me a common man.
How difficult is it to love the Holy Mother Teresa?
No wonder you've made me diseased.
How difficult is it to love Cinderella?
No wonder you’ve made me a kid.
How difficult is it to love the most incensed of flowers?
No wonder you’ve made me a bee.
How difficult is it to love a star?
No wonder you’ve made me a gazer.
How difficult is it to love an actress?
No wonder you’ve made me a fan.
If your heart were to go to the highest bidder,
Then I shall pledge everything that is mine, in my bid to make you mine.
For its only me who knows nothing shall be of value,
In my bid to attain your invaluable love in my life.
It’s a wonder of wonders not a day passes by without your sight,
For I am blessed that I dream of us every night,
That I always pray I’m never awoken to light.
Picture Courtesy: http://counciloflove.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/427109_280023325401920_179181975486056_685668_1432929739_n.jpg
and Google Search

Monday 1 April 2013

Part by Part


(Trial on Rhyming to pass time)
Till life do us apart,
Let’s love each other,
Part by Part.
Till we are reduced to sand,
And there’s no one to lend me a hand,
As we wait for air to do us apart,
Part by part.         
Till it always remains that we play a part in our Children’s life,
Let’s not part,
Let’s live a prominent part,
Part by part.
Till divorce does us apart,
Let’s live to acknowledge our part in their lives,
Even if our love tears us apart,
Part by part.
Till death do us apart,
You shall stay in my heart,
Till it’s torn apart,
Part by part.
As you choose to move apart,
Of what avail is my part,
If my life fades away with you being apart,
Part by part.
The phrases “Till Life do us apart and death do us apart” had been used in a song or movie or somewhere I haven’t been able to recollect. It was these phrases that spurred me to write part by part.
Picture Courtesy: http://www.edvard-munch.com/gallery/love/separation.htm and Google Images