Thursday, November 27, 2008

I pray today for the souls of all the victims of the absolute terror unleashed by mindless creatures. May God rest their souls in peace.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

An Evening

The afternoon is hot and humid
And the soul and body wet
With the sweat trickling down my body
As I walk along the road, and everything is set
In the grand order of things that has been designed
By some forces unknown and benign
And hear the traffic honk and the people scream
As the afternoon passes across, pulling in the evening screen
The sun is going down, and evening approaches
While people start moving around again,as life enervates
On these earlier dead road alleys and pathways
That are the lifeline for the world enclosed in this tiny space
The temples ring bells, the minarets sound the azaan
To all faithful, come one come all
Come pay your obeisances to the One God
Seek his shelter humbly, for He hates none and forgives all
And people mill about, and traffic snarls begin
While the crows crow away, and sparrows begin to sing
Their voices drowned out in this strange cacophony
That the race of humanity causes which is called a din
The sun witnesses silently, as it changes its hues
The air reeks of poison which those cars on the street quietly breathe
And the dust of the day's memories begin to filter down
While the milling never really ceases
While the markets lit by those gas lamps come alive
And people scurry about haggling for the right price
While screaming vendors display their wares
Hoping that today their profits would be nice
And so carries on the evening each day
Until it merges into the night
And one wonders while glancing towards
That everything is just alright.

Saturday, November 8, 2008


These three letters make so much of a difference to life
Reversing the order, so that fathers bury sons
And widows are made out of wives

And children lose fathers for no cause of theirs
And lovers lose lovers for no reason
And bodies pile up, with no destination
Lying within coffins of wood, metal or resin

While mothers lose children
On both sides of the divide
Yet none has the remorse for the other
"They did their duty, we are doing ours"
Is the common refrain

And while the bodies and its parts pile up
In planes, in cars and on trains
Wrapped in the country's flags, motionless they lie
As they are remembered for the first and last time
Only to be forgotten forever

And in prisons pile up prisoners
Who rot away ignored by their own people
While feeling uncomfortable when their kin question
"why did you ignore my father, my brother, my son?"

And tombs are raised
To mock the misery of human beings
And offer floral tributes on special days
While the other days it lies buried under heaps of dried flowers and leaves
Makes me wonder, if it was worth it to have wasted so much
Just so that we could all get some peace.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

It has been a long duration since the time that I had last put up something on this blog. I do not know if anyone even wants me to write anything at all, or if anyone eve cares to read what I have written. Anyways, I would still say that it is my fault that I have been unfaithful to something that I had promised I would follow up earnestly. Life has been a bit of a rolling stone, gathering no moss of the type that I always desired.
I will try to keep up. I have a couple of ideas in my mind, and hopefully they will turn out into something meaningful. Please pray that I maange to do so.

A story about Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi's Impact

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