An effort in support of Tamil Ealam - Part 2

Just a selfish troubled pretender to be writer like me thinking “Had I been a Lankan Tamil (Prabhakaran’s Son), what misery would denounce me?”;

Birth, tears, its fears and when life nears! The trials and tribulations of a Tamilian in Lanka on birth, growth and then death!

Birth;
A lady always hopes for an angel when in the womb, an angel when dormant but when out, a fallen angel, incensed by the sinister people around, he/shes fallen angel, not owing to axe effect but owing to Satan who influences us on being created by our mother divine, the dominant designs while he plants and she implants and the we're the ones who enjoy the silence in dormancy, use our legs to punish the one who allowed the plantation.

Lost in this word of darkness I ended this football game of mine tearing up to light, unshackling myself from the oven of flesh, the cause for my very miserly existence now. Tears as the light seemed evil, on the days I felt lighter I knew not of that which would beset me.

After all the waiting in darkness, out to find light to enlighten my life, I can see the grown ups blocking the light smiling at me as I'm out.  Mother divine is happy as I’ve ended her temporal pain, knowing not society inflicts more pain than the one felt by the flesh. Born into a world of strangers, strangled almost in a world of creation. Happy when I knew nothing, not knowing that I know nothing and becoming aware of the sad destiny ahead as I realise what truth would entail, as I grow into a Tamilian, among Lankans who kill to make a name, or was it was an old game of keeping scores?.

Living;

Then my heart became heavier with light on things my mind couldn't handle. The language of death, there lies my misery. Death, that whore of the sinister, who obeys the order of Satan. It made me realize that I won’t be alive for long. And while I live I shall witness the complete obliteration of everything and everyone known to me. My parents would long be dead, while they lived I couldn’t even afford for them a bed, now dead on the bed of death.

I felt like Jesus, without the attribute of sacrifice. I had nothing to sacrifice, as the word sacrifice symbolises me letting go of something willingly. But everything was taken from me, with no one to answer, with only me to suffer. Like Jesus I was nailed, to the top of the heap of my relative’s bodies, with others blood all over me, so much so that I couldn’t realise I was bleeding.  As years passed, parts of my mind were nailed to those bodies of memories, my mind and heart bled incessantly. I decided to voice my thought as I wouldn’t let this bleeding pass, without it being fought. While I voiced my thought, living among the dead, with only the dead to listen, I realised that it’s a failed cause that I’m fighting for. For I couldn’t gather masses with this sadness, while that which the majority looked for was their happiness.

I was a prisoner of my past and then trailed with all the bloodshed that I witness and then nailed with the silence of the dead.

Still Living?

Why was I even born? Owing to the arranged coming together, whose desire created me, as the creation had no say in it. Created in privacy, owing to intimacy and I became their fallacy. I never had a say in it, should I ask for forgiveness or should they?. They ceased to exist caring not for my existence. Witness to all that one wouldn’t forget even if he were to be cursed to take seven lives. Nothing would’ve been experienced had I been unborn. I bear all their sins and my prayers of happiness have been answered with the sorrow of capital punishment 

Prayer for freedom by homicide or independence;

If I still choose to live, then my prayer shall be for freedom to be my whore. For I have been punished by the mistress of misfortune and sentenced to a life of Indignity . Or do I choose to sleep forever, for I have seen light tainted by blood.

Death;

Of what avail is life, to a person who has lost everything while living in anticipation of death for freedom. They shot me and my prayers were answered in permanence as the pellets pierced my flesh. For the first time I see this temporal pain answer my prayers of permanence. I am no more bound by flesh nor by humanity. The pathway to heaven has been opened for me. I shall not be reborn as I have paid for all the sins of humanity. Thanks to the majority, who shall rot in hell for years to come as they’ve committed blasphemy.

Pics of my slaughter by the Lankan Army have been posted to garner sympathy for my clan

Conclusion;

Soul speaking for others alive;

We don’t need a rewind to regret, We need a forward to forget, a fast forward which has the ability to make us forget our past, very fast. Help us!!!!!!!!

It’s your voice that can help, as you witness our suffering.  Our voice hasn’t been heard; only my sufferings have been noticed, documented and flirted with by writers like the one who’s writing this post and politicians with ambition and glory hunters and inglorious majority.

Forgive me for my demented muse – My sincere apologies to the faint hearted for this post, if it were to be read and removed once posted. This effort is in no way whatsoever aimed at hurting or denigrating the sentiment of death of a young boy. Only a trial of novelty, with a hint of honesty and regret.

I feel sorrow hits harder than happiness for those living life for a lost cause of materiality, which becomes immaterial on death.

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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.

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