perception

Ice is fire
Fire is ice
Heat is a temporal perception

.....

Today

i have put sanity to rest

and now i feel

i am at my best

how long

can one put to test

conviction

on what he rests

and

when all answers are jest

what else 

can it manifest

appeals

requests

protests

all i now detest

So

the sanity at rest

and

i am at my best

perception

Short days

Long nights

Falling leaves

Barren trees

......

Fall

......

Winter

........

Spring

change

everything 
changes

animate 
inanimate

change 
is 
neutral 

neither
good
nor
bad

what
colours it
is
our
imaginations
and
expectations

change
is relative

subjected to
parallax
and
perception
of the observer

and
as time runs its course
changes unfold

i am
changing
in continumm
so
you are

but the question is
whether
are we are changing for each other

A day of agony

1.

lets end what had never began


2.

a Eulogy of sorts

Burn
Burry

Decompose
Decay

Whatever

Something will remain forever


2

Who cares
What comes of you
Weather you wilt or wither
Why it should be
When winds are free

3

The
Ups
The
downs
The
wise
The
clowns

4

Retrograde
Repulsive
receeding
restricting

rusting

receding 

Redeeming!!

5

I am out of my mind
Sanity not to be find
Am I fore, am i hind
Uncooth, absurd, unkind
some loose, some bind
With eyes, i am blind

6

Fog
Ahead

Smoke
Behind

clarity
Nowhere to find

turn back
Gloom
Right ahead
Doom

Burn the bridge
and
Fall

Feel
Free air

7

i
wonder
am i a joke
juggled around
in every stroke
and
bear smiling
every yoke
and
suffocate
and
choke
dangling on hope

8

Measuring
Weighing
Balance
Swaying
Silence
Saying

Who is going
What is staying

9

Bend
Bend
break
Shatter

Matter is indestructable

sometimes

sometimes
when the sunshines
i wish to hold it forever
but then
neither the time belongs to me
nor the sun

in continuum

road ends
where
earth bends

You are the world around you

See
Hear
Feel
Perceive
You are the world around you

surreal poetry

leave
the language aside
communicate ideas
as they occure
without grammer
without form
let there be no sentences
just words
transcending lingual boundaries
as ideas beget words
each word
a symbol
conveying
in form and factor
the thought
the action
let the meaning be deciphered
by the readers mind

....the creator the creation...2

each one of us

perceives existence 

in his own unique way 

none

is wrong

none is right

the believers 

the non believers 

the indulgent 

the ascetic 

all of us 

have a justification of our worldview 

and exhibit fanatic leanings 

to defend it 

exhibit 

fanatic leanings to defend 

a distinction

which is non-existent 

in the scheme 

of the creator

and creation

it

him

you 

and me

are but one

manifested 

in mind

in myriad forms of matter

....the creator the creation 1

it starts

where it stops

rises

where it sets

folds

where it unfolds

blends

where it separates

begins

where it ends

formlessly

effortlessly

continuously

....the creator

the creation

i yen

i yearn for that sterling sunrise
and its unequalled delight 
sun gilding the horrizons 
radiating eternal light 

i pine for that scent
and the solitude 
that a pine forest
damp with morning dew exude

i long for that balmy kiss
of the tender sun
basking in a meadow
after hard climb is done

i yen for that soothing dusk
and for its eternal grace
its bliss percolating within me
and radiating through my face

i crave for those long walks
under the starlight skies
traversing gentle wilderness
with countless fire flies

so let me go back
to where i belong
here in this civilisation
i will always find me wrong

days in dark ( refreshed)

My life is like a broken chain
Of success sorrows passions pains
Of dreams falling sheer apart
And memories of those days in Dark…. (Days in Dark... para 1992)


links and links breaking and falling,
…dried up tears toiling
flood me over, drown me then
in deep abyss once again… (part II Written 1994 May)


a little hope, little sunshine
Vanished into divine
There are no dreams, there are no chains
Only sorrow and……… pain. (part 3…Written 1996 Dec)

The truth I found was lie rebound
Shouted with poise profound
Tears fading the brightest star
Groping once again in dark

The hope is shattered, love in tatters
The cancer pulsating for more blood
Its malignance threatening to strike again
And leave me alive with pain abound
Once twice and yet again….(added on 9 Apr 09)

Adieu

I look at my fingertips
Still numb with pain
Of labour and of murder
I stand guilty of female feticide

She was killed by me
Before she was born
In an innocent passage
The pen is fatal then a sword

I loved her
So I wanted her to be reborn
As a blessing of absolute love
From a spiritual union of divine

I dreamt of her
In thousand colors of hope and shine
I felt it was just a matter of time
She will be born mine

But now
Spirituality is shredded
Divinity is dust
What I counted as blessings
Was blasphemy in disguise

She will not be born I know
But live as a part of me
And be with me as a shadow
In this quest to be free

A bid farewell to thee
Sweet unborn part of mine
I will miss you cries and smile
Those tiny feet of thine

I miss your growing up
Your rise to eternal fame
Your prose, your piano
Your verse, your art
Your sports and passions
Work and game

But through my words you will live forever.

Atonement

The shadows have grown taller beyond the curvature of the earth
The sky is scarlet, inflamed by deplorable sins
Gods have gone to dogs
Words have lost their meanings
Love stands naked raped by fate
Destiny is a Nymphomaniac bitch
My lips are smoldered by her acrid intent
Her saliva trickles down my neck like corrosive sublimate
I feel her tongue sting my being
Her fangs bite deep into my skin leaving hate marks of lust
My breath stinks of cigarette and caffeine
My hands exasperated by abrasive goose bumps on her skin
Tangled in the cobweb of her tresses
Her wetness sticks on my belly and moulds are devouring it
Her pornographic moans ricochet in my soul
Her eyes haunt me now and then
I beg to God for flames of hell

Consecration ChÖd Revoked

In the eerie silence of night,
I stood naked by the mountain lake
Alone
Where once I held hands
And locked lips with adversity
I closed my eyes and the demons of yesterday
Ran amok
First in ones and twos
And them in multitude
And formed a circle around me
The walked slowly and walked to form a ring around me
The laughed in cacophonous tone
Pointing their barbed fingers at me and then
The started walking
And faster as the ring squeezed on me
Their voices getting louder and louder
The were now running with their fingers poking into my skin
And their laughter transformed to grunts
Rising in a crescendo
Then silence befell
I was blinded by their orbiting speed
And deafened by their grunts
I raise my hands and shouted aloud
COME AND DEVOUR MY SOUL
BITE INTO IT
TEAR IT MUTILATE IT
For I am a Sinner
And I have committed the heinous sin of believing
Not I God
But in Love
For I am a reprobate
Who dared to challenge the Devine propelled by Part of my false God
COME SHRED MY SOUL INTO QUARKS OF INNOCENCE AGAIN
Sweat oozed from my body and the mountain chill bit into my flesh
I was shivering
And chanting my invocations
In a delirious monotone
COME
ALL OF YOU AND SHREAD MY SOUL
FEAST ON IT
COME THIS FLESH IS FOR YOU
B I T E INTO IT
DIG YOUR NAILS DEEPER AND DEEPER
SKIN ME ALIVE
Do whatever it takes
But cleanse me


Like a man possessed I stood there
Shouting and screaming
My body drenched in sweat
And tears streaming down my eyes
I lost the count of time

Then I realized there was only me there
And eternal silence
I walked up to the lake
And dipped inside its placid water
There was no sensation
I looked around and sat down
Neck deep into the water
The silence was reassuring
Loneliness affirmative
There was no one else but me
Alone

SILENCE... AS I SEE IT

1

Silence
Echoes confusion
And myriad interpretations
Are born and compete for
The vacuum of simple logic

If the sky is clear blue
Then can it rain
And if the night has set in
Will sun shine again

The prisms are useless objects
If there is no light to pass
Beauty for blind is chimera
And music for deaf is farce

There are no phony mindsets
Which decree a resolute mind
Samaritans can not be selfish
Selfish can not be kind
 If the shades of gray are too many
You got to be colour blind.


2

Silence
Echoes in hollowness
Reverberates with the rigid walls of lowliness
And rises into a deafening crescendo
Mind spins and accelerates to infinite G forces
Viscera comes to the mouth
The brain starves for blood
As lungs asphyxiate
Tears roll down the cheeks
The heart beats loud and fast
Picking up pace with the paroxysms
Limbs tremble in an epileptic synchrony
Till everything come to a dead halt

No heartbeat
No suffocation
No G forces

Calm prevails
The time stands still in zero gravity
The mind gets numb
Pulses fade away
Heart hibernates
The breath slows down
And limbs loose the neuron-mortor control

And then silence
Picks up the beat again…

… In Memory of a dream

A dream is
Always a dream
Gold gilded gracious thought
A desire to rule to win
To acquire what others seldom had
In spite of knowing that
A dream is always a dream
(..Dec 1990)


When a dream dies
Abnormal death
The pain percolates into you body
It forms a clot
Somewhere into your memories
And grows into a malignant tumor
This spreads slowly to consume you
There are no antidotes
No chemotherapy
For emotional ailments
The sting of a pretender
Is a scourge

To believe and get bitten
Not once
But twice and thrice
Is a madness
A disease
And the prescription
Is
To suffer for ever
The agony of a broken dream
The dream that never was

Butterflies Again

The open country fields
Rolly –Polly endlessly
Dotted with million flowers
Red, yellow, white
Pink, orange, violet
Daffodils, chrysanthemums, dandelions
Lilies, gardenias, roses
On the canvass of spring

Butterflies
So many of them
Colorful, vivacious, fragile
Small,big,large
Dance in a celestial sync
With the hum of honeybees
Flower to flower
Regardless of colour and creed

Liberty, equality, fraternity,
Distribution of work
Dignity of work
Utopia exits in animal kingdom
Animals that froze in evolution for good
Humans evolved further and became corrupted

There were apples before Adam and Eve
In the Garden of Eden
There were flowers
And there were butterflies
Man committed sin
Butterflies did not
Who is more dangerous then?
Man
Or butterflies?

Butterflies
Colorful, vivacious, fragile
Small,big,large
Working selflessly in clockwork precision
Pollinating
Causing dispersion of species
Effecting gene pool variation
Adding to evolution
Man clones dolly
Confines the gene pool
Evolution stalls
Who is more dangerous then?
Man
Or butterflies?


Butterflies
Colorful, vivacious, fragile
Small,big,large
Tirelessly race against time
Dusk to dawn
Selflessly
Without expecting any returns
Man invests
Expects returns
Selfishly
Who is more dangerous then?
Man
Or butterflies?

Small,big,large
Colorful, vivacious, fragile
Beautiful creations of nature
Short lived species
Floating rainbows of myriad colours
Butterflies
Are lovely
And lovable

Butterflies in kaleidoscope

If ever were so sad,
That days and night ere equal bad
I would wait for onset of spring
And little happiness it does bring

Blossoms, countless flowers
Beauty Bounty for endless hours
Mellow sun and clear skies
And millions of those butterflies

Butterflies in different shape and size
Myriad than one can realize
Dancing singing  merrymaking
Living their intent of life making

Like showers of rain
They come again
Tree to tree, Flower to flower
Each day and every hour
Spreading message of endless love
With no self interest above


They fill spring with joy abound
This can nowhere else be found

Children chase the butterflies
Passion beaming from their eyes
Catch one and hold in their hand
And let if fly again to its band
Joy of gain and joy of giving
In one moment the essence of living

Bubbly young hearts with energy abound
Are also to be found
Watching butterflies from tree to tree
Wondering how can it be
Dedication focus on a single thing
Can this little creature bring?
To work selflessly without expecting gain
Once twice then yet again

Those in love, see butterflies
From their beloved’s eyes
Joy of sharing an enthralling vision
Their soul's raveled in unison
Abet spatial division

Broken hearted see through butterflies
Wonder in a world full of open lies
How can this creature rise above?
To epitomize selfless love

When the elderly look at butterflies
They have tears in their eyes
Memories of childhood chasing them
Memories of youth praising them
Time of just ignoring them
And moments of adoring them
The made them awe, they made them smile
They made them look through acrid lies
They were there at dawn of their lives
and now when they see dusky skies
Smile returns at the end
Butterflies have always been their friend

A Psalm for Salvation

Inside my hollowness resounds, the reverberation of ego
Against the selfish walls of hatred
The common I desire
Wants and longings, of small and simple things
To acquire
To gain
Ambitions of higher mortality…

I pray to thee
Tara, the mother of salvation
To set me free
From the wants and desires
Of breaths and heartbeats
Harmonize me mother
With the celestial rhythm of cosmos
The selfless circumambulations of the sun moon and the stars
Fill my mind with the wisdom of giving
And let thy blessing to me
Radiate for the bliss of fellow beings
Teach me, oh the divine tutor
To smile and suffer the consequences of my indomitable sins
Committed in conscious or unconscious
Let the ego in me burn and melt me
Then remold me as a blade of grass
So hungry animals can feed on me,
If need be I may be thatched on the roof of a homeless
As a protection for sun and rain
Or be burned as fuel to produce the flame of thy divine blessing
For the hungry souls
I pray to the,
Ma Tara
Absorb me into you
And set me free.

Salvation

Mind is a pariah
Stranger
Ever in a state of wander
In search of more clutter
As Much as it propagates itself
On the beaten path of salvation
The desire to be free is itself a stumbling block

Mind is scuttled
With ephemeral emancipations
The divinity it seeks is left behind
In chores of life
The karma is nirvana
And Nirvana is karma

The inner self is mirrored by acts and deeds
Chants are hollow words of illusions
Meditation emerges when spirit is chaste
And divinity is short lived
In moments of truth

The eternal bliss lies
In cleansing your soul
From quagmire of said salvation
Listen to your soul
And be true to self and God
The soul
Will be free.

THE INVOCATION

Ma Tara
The up keeper of compassion
I offer to thee my soul
Enlighten it
With the luminosity of your presence
Transform the long shadows of morbidity
Those haunt my soul
Into brightness of bliss of bodhichitta
Make it pure
Like a teardrop
Full of compassion and grace
Teach it the pleasure of giving
And sharing the enlightenment
That comes to it
Propel it towards Bodhisttva
With utmost dedication
Make it strong to suffer the salvation stakes
But fill it with empathy
For those who cause the pain
Inspire my mortal being
For compassion
Lead me onto the path of righteousness
Shown by Tathgat
I pray to the Mother
Come to my heart
And make it your domain
Forever.

A JOURNEY OF SELF DISCOVERY

DARKNESS

I am a mortal
So imperfect
Filled with Desire, anger, jealousy
Wishes for material possession
Bound to belongings
True and false
And I seek God
As a fulfillment of my selfish deigns
Who give me wealth, power
I seek his blessings
For fueling my endless craving for more
I want all for myself
And want to share the spoils of my greatness
To those who abide my fancies
I do not tolerate descent
And my ego does not accepts defeat
It out of jealousy and rage
Turns my mind blind
And seeks revenge
I lie for material gains
I cheat
I hurt my fellow beings
I want to possess
Beg borrow steal snatch
… This is what I am
But is this what I meant to be?

When I look inwards,
I find myself so proud and shallow
Brimming with ego
“I am what I am, Love it or leave it.”
Shamelessly I have steamrolled
The emotion of others for my selfish gains
Of flesh and matter
I have never offered solace to a suffering soul
I have never helped someone in need
I have never made an effort
To harness the divine light
Into my soul
I have been a lesser mortal
All throughout
But is this what I am meant to be.



The Quest

The barren expanse spreads infinite
Brown and gray
The sun blazes
And saps the moisture
The vastness
Weather beaten and wind crafted desert

And in between somewhere I am
Seeking solace
Form the heat and thirst
On my knees
Inching ahead with a selfish prayer
For end to my miseries

“The World if full of suffering;
And suffering is caused by human desire.”

The more I desire to absolve my suffering
The deeper I find myself into the quagmire
My mortal virtues stand against me
EGO
SELFISHNESS
DESIRE
And I am going nowhere
But running around in circles
In this Mirage

“The way to end suffering is to renounce the human desires,”


Enlightenment

Why
Do I suffer?
When everything I see is an illusion
Of the human desires
Why do I feel the pain?
When this body is nothing but a perception
Why do I get hurt?
When all that belongs to me is my soul
Why am I jealous?
When nothing is mine
Why do I seek revenge?
When I can not forgive
Why do I seek belonging?
When I was born alone
Why do I seek gratification?
When I can not stand penance
Why do I lie?
When I can not speak the truth
Why do I seek to gain?
When I can not give….

I need to touch my soul closer
And become a part of it
I need to win over my vices
Of desire, ego, selfishness
And need to open my mind
To gain and give
I need to seek Knowledge
Towards betterment of human kind
I need to seek the light
The spreads enlightenment

Illusions

1

I watch the time flow
As each moment of truth...Now
Gets converted into abstract… then
I see Quark, Electrons, Protons, and Atoms…
In a co dependent symphony
Arise into elements substance and sentential beings
I feel the algorithms that govern their co dependence
I feel the Gravitation… A need to collapse into a perfect sphere …”shunya”
The first law of inertia… the inherent want to resist change
Second law of mass and acceleration… the truth of time
And equal and opposite… action and reaction co dependence
I see the rectilinear propagation of light
And time
I see the cycles of birth and death
The Water cycle
The Carbon cycle
The Nitrogen cycle
What rises must recede
I feel the ecological succession in my bones
I was a part of so many innumerable cycles
And I must return to them

2

I am past present and future
All encompassed
Into eternity
I was
I am
I will be
The past appears as a smoke, dark and copious
And future, dull and bright, blinding fog
Both illusive perceptions
I have no way to surpass the time domain
And here I am
Now
Weaving illusions of tomorrow
On the foundation of illusions of yesterday

3

I find myself suspended
In a time and space domain
Programmed by the nucleotide sequencing
To perceive heat, cold, wind and rain
Raveled in emotional quagmire
Which human bonding brings
To generate profuse suffering
Form straight and simple things
I was born
With nothing but my mind
And when shall I die
Only thoughts will remain
Then why so much of longing
And so much of pain
Ephemeral are the joys of world
Thigmotropic
Illusive and fake
A selfish co relation
Of give and take
The mind perceives truth
To its convenience
Relations metamorphose at ease
Catalysed by material consonants
What was looses niche
What is now …confuses
Desires multiply to grab the emptiness, what will be tomorrow
And in this labyrinth
The mind waves a matrix of have and have not’s
Juxtraimposed on desires
And the soul matter, the estranged essence of being
Is trapped into material entombment
And the mind succumbs and gets enslaved
To wants and desires
Generating never ending kaleidoscopic illusions

4

Mind works like a multi threaded processor
Calculating, manipulating a series of data
Under the guidance of a Well Defined Program
It generates chimeras
And guided by the senses
See, smell, taste, feel, and hear
it auto learns
To generate more mirage
As the five senses become profound
The sixth sense of soul dwindles
Till it hibernates within a shell
Awaiting resuscitation

5

What is and what is not?
Introspect
See for yourself
All you have is a brief NOW
Which becomes THEN before you even realize it
It begins with the breath you inhale
And dies before you exhale

Permanence of Impermanence

Inside me, an ocean reverberates
Waves, eager to reach the shores
Oscillate into karmic harmonics
True and false rise in a cacophonous crescendo
Right and wrong amalgamate into comatose
Several thoughts take form
And fade away
And give rise to another
I breathe in
And breathe out
And another moment is lost
In the endless pursuit of a ephemeral sanity
I convince myself
And confuse myself
In simultaneity
Looking for constancy
To build up upon
Aware …that this too shall pass

2

All that is will not be… again
Things will change
Lives will change
People will change
Truth will change
Lies will change
In uneven cycles
The atom will become element
Element will become organic life
Bones with be inured
Flesh with be purged
New life will reborn
in continuum flux
..........................
This too shall pass

OPTIC ILLUSION NOISULLI CITPO

I I
SEE EES
MYSELF FLESYM
IN A A NI
MIRROR RORRIM
AND DNA
WONDER REDNOW
IS IT ME EM TI SI
OR AN ILLUSION NOISULLI NA OR
AND WHICH ONE OF THEM METH FO ENO HCIHW DNA
IS REAL LAER SI
WHAT I SEE EES I TAHW
IS NOT TON SI
WHAT IS SI TAHW
WHAT IS IS TAHW
I SEE NOT TON EES I
MIND SPINS A CHIMERA AREMIHC A SNIPS DNIM
OF SENTINIAL DIMENSIONS SNOISNEMID LAINITNES FO
CAJOLED BY SENSES SESNES YB DELOJAC
STUCK IN COBWEB OF DESIRES SERISED FO BEWBOC NI STUCK
I SEEK SOLACE ECALOS KEES I
IN SUFFERING GNIREFFUS NI
TRUTH HTURT
LIES SEIL
LOVE EVOL
HATERED DERETAH
I FIND MYSELF NAILED DEILAN FLESYM DNIF I
TO THE WALL OF IGNORENCE ECNERONGI FO LLAW EHT OT
THE MIRROR THEY SAY YAS YEHT RORRIM EHT
NEVER LIES SIEL REVEN
IT SELDOM SPEAKS THE TRUTH HTURT SKAEPS MODLES TI

RINATA… rebirth

Little hands and tiny feet
Shiny eyes like pearl beads
In colors brown and green as much
Pink skin soft as feather touch
Silky hair brown and black
Lips tender as snow flakes

Little fingers dancing as magic wand
On her tiny purple hands
Tracing the notes of moonlight sonata
On the keys of a divine grand
Her cries so synchronized
With click of her fingers
Twinkle of eyes
And any one who takes a look
Stands be spelled and mesmerized

She born on a full moon night
And is as milky and bright
Her mother’s true reflection
Her Part of God
Her Salvation
A dream she is,
Seen with open eyes
The truth which has been realized

She brings with her joys abound
Brightness which was so hard to found
She is return of eternal spring
Such euphoria her touch brings
She is the rain
And rainbow again
Panacea for every pain
Child of felicity she blesses calm
Some mantra, a Bible Psalm
On bruised soul works as balm….

............... but there are some stories are which have no beginning and no end............

Love,
Mirrors
On the soul
With long shadows
Which
Overgrow
The original form
Like enigmas
It throws open
A lot of questions
And a lot more possibilities
Beyond logic
Beyond defiance of truth
It reflects
In the eddies of consciousness
Changing forms
And evolving
From smiles to sorrows
Sans latency
With digital perfection
In crisp zeros and ones
Elementary and binary
Without respect to
The bolen algebra and logic gates
Two zeros become one
And two ones add to zero
In a continuous random loop
There is no beginning
There is no end
Just a feel
A belief
A perception
A moment ago it was
And in one moment it is no longer there.

A HAIKU OF ASYMMETRY

river of
.......reasons
............is lost
.................in turbid
..............................desert storm...
........................................faith
...........................................is
............................................scalded
.....................................in heat of deceit
..................................................love
..............................................is lie
..............................................i am broken
.......................................................broke
...................................................................i am
..........................................free

jihad...

Locust
in Neelum Valley
are awaiting
to swarm the Vale
in hordes
to devour of what remains.
Armed with scourge of sycophancy
on a path of sublime salvation
of virgins and vistas
to bequeath apocalyptic wrath
on non believers of lesser Gods.
Permeate they will loC
“Facing fearful odds
Trample ashes of their fathers
Rout temples of their Gods”
submit soil sterile
with
coercive cordite
sinisterly slaughter saplings
bleach brotherhood barren
Deliver demonic design
………………………………………
Hope is Handicapped
snows on shamshabari is melting fast

Jihad II

He was barely a teen
his oversized Phiran concealed his true age
along many of his age
he stood defiant on the Cement Bridge
in Baramulla Old Town.
It was a Medieval war Zone
With Gladiators from Kashmir Police
and Ragdo- Ragdo paladins
stood facing each other in uneasy silence
often rattled with Hindustan Murdabad War cries.

The stones rained like wrath
and partisan phalanx persisted
over the retracting steps of the police
a smile blossomed on his face
and his eyes twinkled
he has earned his day.
He set from his house in the morning
to stroll at dusty banks of Jhelum
when a Jamite entrepreneur
promised him Rs 100 for the day.

Huriyat budget for the days Armageddon was
Rs twenty five thousand
for fifty stone palters at Rs five hundred each
and Rs Ten thousand for the stones
The pimp hired 30 children for Rs hundred each
And made a staggering profit
stone were locally available.

The crescendo of victory was deafening
the Police was retracting
the bridge was theirs.

Then the charioteers arrived
the armored jeeps with tear gas dispensers
fired a salvo on the champions
as smoke bellowed
some canisters were thrown into Jhelum
some hurled back at police
amidst cheers of defiance.

He was on the front line
Cheering and shouting
When He felt an impact on his chest
And pain shot through his body
And he fell down on the bridge
A smoke canister had hit him on his chest.

He gripped his hand tight
To clinch the hundred rupee note
He tried to get up
And run away
To his home
And shove his earnings
Into the jam tin piggy bank
But failed
He looked around the retracting footsteps of his peers
and menacingly advancing charioteers
and made another effort
to crawl to his father
but his limbs failed
his eyes were wet with helplessness
he prayed
to be carried back
to his mother.

He remained there
motionless
on the cement bridge

"If anyone slew an innocent person it would be as if he slew the whole mankind and if anyone saved a life it would be as if he saved the life of the whole mankind"
[Al-Qur’an 5:32]

Absolution

the child kicked
................
the dog licked
..............

NOW or NEVER

echoes
are illusions
as time stands
on one way road
there is no past
there is no future
this moment is what i have
i may sing a dirge
for lost yesterday
cry shout shriek abuse
it will never come again
i may roll a red carpet
to future prospect bright
it may come
or may not
Bound to before
anticipating after
never I may live Now

Keithalmanbi is Far

Keithalmanbi is far
And I am son of God
Cboy is my name
Grace me
I am the harbinger of the revolution
in this quite night
this village
slaphappy in slumber spell
knows not
the dawn will be new
and sun thus will never set again
…………………………………………………..
The revolution is ripe
And the sons of Panthoibi'
Will rain wrath on you
You sinners
Barak flows fast
Will sweep your bodies
Into the depth of Bengal sea
The revolution is ripe
……………………………………….
He spoke in contagious trance
Naked
Entombed in thick of rapacious mosquitoes
Dauntless of sore stings
…………………………………………………..
an abstract alien
none knew him
he himself was stranger to self
I am Cboy
The son of God
……………………………………………………
rained on him
Slaps
punches
kicks
…………………………………………………………..
It was a long journey
Three days of perambulation
Through bamboo maze of Langka
The brief was crisp
“Death breaths in every step”
The Naga Warriors of STC battalion
Lay ambushes at every road bend
the Kuki National Front
Will slaughter your corpses
take chances
lose your life
………………………………………………………..
“Cowards die many times before their death”
“….. Have faith
But lock your car”.
………………………………………………………………
The chamber were loaded
grenade primed
the course was set
and marched twelve into incertitude
on a spring morning
when rhododendrons bloomed
………………………………………………………….
point men were rotated every hour
the loads redistributed
progress was slow
steady
tiring
at night fall
under the open sky
each one was wide awake
villages were avoided
tactically
and path carved out of thicket
along nalas
into reentrants
across unchartered territory
for three days
and two nights
twelve men marched
on determination
“ tracks are laced with improvised explosives
Avoid them”
Each one knew
Everyone is tired
But togetherness carried them far.
……………………………………………………………
It was a stern climb
On the windward slope
“You can’t bivouac on a place that lacks domination”
So climb till you reach the top
Out of nowhere came a hamlet
Smoke rising from every hut
Children playing singing dancing
“ we have old maps you see , 1960 vintage. Expect the unexpected”.
Some child saw men in camouflage
Shouted and ran amok
Shattered the calm into commotion
Women and children ran
And locked the doors
Men drew their flintlocks and machetes
And lined the parameter wall

The section was deployed
LMG to sweep the wider axis
Sniper ready for kill
but sanity ruled
few men approached unarmed
and when they saw the faces
they were dismayed
Naga NO…
Who?
ARMY
but army never comes here
Welcome to our village
…………………………………………………
Their story was short but sad
Distrust on others
Hope of change
And Faith in God
………………………………………………….
Cboy
he came from the main track to village
well dressed
clean shaven
with combed hair
brimming with bizarre confidence

No one in the village knew him
Asssssss He Naga
Come to find out
His likes will follow
Said the GB
No Meitei
Timber smuggler
Said the Pastor
Sir never came before
You came
He came
Danger sir, said Teacher
…………………………………
He was tied to a goal post
The GB shouted wrath at him
He spitted upon him
You Fool I am C boy
The Son of God
Blasphemy was committed
And it rained
rained on him
Slaps
punches
kicks
……………………………….
The sky was clear
Sentries kept watch
On every possible approach
…………………………………………….
The night was tense
Cboy sat on ground
Still tied to goal post
He was rescued with great efforts
I sat with him
Who are you?
Cboy
Where are you from?
Keitalmambi is far
What bring you here?
Belief
Who is your father?
God
Why did you spit on GB?
He sinned
Who is a sinner?
Everyone
Who are you?
Son of God
That all he had to say
And he started sobbing
Are you Son of God?
I am
You believe in forgiveness?
I Do
Then forgive them for thy do not know what they are doing
Amen
…………………………………………………
Where was I
If I believe the Villagers Naga attack was inevitable
We have been sent by God for their protection
If I believe C boy
And set him free
I invite the wrath of the villagers
………………………………………………………………………
The long tense night
Metamorphosed into a bright morning
C boy as bartered
Against the ration, medicine and some cash we had
We walked to Ketalmanbi
Ketalmanbi was far
…………………………………………..
God Bless You
Said the old women
Thank god
I saw him again
He left home
Three days ago
Annoyed
For being beaten by Police
………………………………………….

Yester day
I met Cboy again
In my dream
He smiled
In his peculiar way
Then spoke
Did I tell you my complete name?
C boy
Stands for Crazy Boy
……………………………………..

Five Makhels to Okiang... A Lost Poem Retrieved from memories … (DON’T CRY FOR ME………KOHIMA)

Asang La,
Daughter of torn times
Grabs her twins Imity & Riana
And prays for her salvation.

“… God I got to ask you
Who will mend broken lullabies?
When these children grow up old
Will there be no tear in their eyes…”

There has been a firefight in the hills of Arudhara
not far away from her home,
and the rattles of Kalashnikovs
send her to tremors.
Imkong has been home yesterday night,
and before the day break he was back to the jungles again
chased at heals by a stream of camouflage.
Tell us what you want their Captain told her,
with a mean glint in his eyes
while shaking hands with little Riana
Money, Rations….. anything
But we want Imkong
Alive ……if you want so,
Or dead……. if you prefer to.

Asang la,
She was eighteen when she met Imkong.
They fell in love under the shades of cherry trees.
Both young and restless would spend their time together,
From dusk to dawn
Weaving dreams of everlasting togetherness.
It was Christmas night
at Mount Pulie badze
Amidst the audience of a million Xmas stars
Asang felt the twins within her,
And before the year metamorphosed
Imkong and Asang were man and wife.
The ephemeral bliss
It lasted till the twins were born.

“What is good just lasts for moments
Why bad spell gets prolong
Right melts away unfathomed
Wrong strikes the roots so strong…”


It was a Sunday,
After the day got over
Imkong sat with his best friend Tino
At waysides stall
and over the glasses of Rice Beer
discussed his future prospects.
He has always wanted to be a singer
With a guitar in his hand he was an apostle
And music was his soul
He wanted to sing
Sing for him; sing for Asang, Sing for Imiti
Sing for Kohima.

“I believe in God
and his angels too
Some dayi know it will be Sabbath
They will come back to me and you…”

Front-page of Nagaland Post, next morning
reported a late night raid,
Wherein apprehension of Tino
And his closest aid was made.
The rebels it read were planning
Activities against the state,
For what else reason will someone
Stay out of his house so late?
In prison cell cold and cruel
Imkong argued with walls;
He reasoned, he prayed, he begged
Tried to convince Police,
They kept resounding him
He was Tino’s accomplice.
Imkong was bailed out,
With broken bones,
and bruised soul.

“but I was a simple believer, was let onto this path
For what sin unknown, what reason?
Have invited this Wrath?”

Bedridden,
He watched Kohima
Dawn to dusk…dusk to dawn
Through the window of their house in Jotsoma.
He watched Asang cry as she nursed the twins,
It hurt him to lean on to her,
His conscious smoldered, angered brewed.
Then Tino jumped the bail,
And robbed his residual solitude.
Visitors inundate him
night in and day out.
“Where is your friend?”They would ask him.
“Tell him to surrender.” They coerced him.
“ Else he will be killed.” They threatened him.
“ Go find him for us.” They exhorted him.
His anger obtained a critical mass
And speeded his recovery.

“I may implode to nothing,
I may explode and rain
I may just fade out unsung
I will never be me again.”

Back on his feet again
He set forth on crusades:
To find Tino
To find Peace
On a lonely country road to Okiang.

“I know where this roads lead to
I may never come back again
Remember I was your own son
Who went kill the pain..”

At first Makhel,
he found the memories of his late father
“Return back my son and raise children
The weather is rough and going steep
They will urge you to destroy yourself
Don’t fall into it
Just hold on
Believe in God and Pray
Life will accommodate itself onto stilts.”
But he braved on
By the river of audacity at the Second Makhel
He found his mothers love
“ “Son you are brave and I am proud of you
But what about Asang and children
They need you
What about your dreams
You sing well my son
Go back to the chorus of life
Life will find its melody again.”

“I am on way to salvation
Whatever truth may be
Life here has been so absurd
But no longer same I want it to be,”

The climb to third Makhel was wearing,
he was enclosed in fog;
It poured continuously
slippery the route was
He held on to it with determination
Until he walked into a chapel
The faces there seemed familiar
he heard the pastor speak
“Glory of God will guide you through the maze of iniquity
no matter how strong the winds are
safe are the sails tied to faith.”
He smiled at the congregation and marched ahead
The clouds began to lift
The fog began to fade
The climb was now less tiring
Sky was clear as jade
At Fourth Makhel he knew
he was crossing the point of no return,
for now it was all downhill
without twist or turn.
At Fifth Makhel Asang waited
with broad encouraging smile,
her swollen eyes could not conceal
her distress for a while.
“ I know your are gone forever
But I will be there for you,
I will tell our children their father
was brave, strong and true.”

“I will reach the core of reason
Somehow Ill find a way
For sun to rise tomorrow
For a new promising day...”

Why have you come?
Tino asked him.
Don’t you know these are troubled times,
Death haunts ,
life shays ,
our blood has split its colour
Nagas of East;
Nagas of West;
We no longer are brothers.
Go back,
Just run away,
I want you to die.
He held his hand close to his heart
ith tears in his eye.
I have come to you in quest of peace
for our children and their mother
I have no way out of this
just walk with me O brother.

“ the sun will be brighter
Happiness will rain
No longer will sorrow
Haunt us again.”


The Kalashnikovs rattled entire night,
yet day begot was strangely bright.
It was an Inter Faction fight
Where brothers killed brother
Orphaned Children.
Widowed Wives.
Burdened bosoms of Mothers.
25 July, 1997
Strange was the day
It started with a fight,
But when it fell
Victim to dusk,
The night was bright.

“If I die my friends in quest for Peace
Engrave it on my tomb
Wars will yield no panacea
War will lead to doom
I smiling see in hope of peace
It is optima
Don’t Cry for Me Kohima.”


Caveat
This is true story.
Of so many,
sister Asang
Brother Imkong
Tino
Little Imiti and Riana
and Me.
So much has been lost in quest of peace,
But what hurts most is the loss
of trust,
faith
and humanity.

On 25 July 1997, Indo- Naga peace accord came to effect.
And by Grace of God is lasting.

Manipur Memoirs 2

O ! Children of ‘Sidaba Mapu’
Despondent be not
‘Panthobi’ will raise a storm
And it will rain gold
In land of ‘Sanamahi’...

‘Pankhaba’ is angry
His children has disdained him
As his blood flows down Imphal tureil
Oozing from thousand cuts on his soul
As brother kills brother
In lust of ephemeral power

The ‘lais’ are indifferent
cite them to life
by brotherhood congregation
stage ‘Lai Haraoba’ all across the land
be all Gods and Men be invoked
all ‘Apokpa’, ‘Yumajao Lias’
amalgamate into one

'Yaosurakpa' will rise to life
with him climb to ‘Cheiraoching’
assert unanimity
on pages of revived ‘Puyas’

See
‘Nongmaijing’ is smiling
Come
Celeberate ‘Cheiraoba

Manipur Memoirs 1

i stood at Langka
and watched endless green
merge into mountains
the crimson horizons fired the eastern skies
sun was hiding somewhere beyond Letha
in the deep valley of Kabao

it was a land of revolution
and malaria
it has high number of drug edicts
and drug abuse AIDS cases
i was told
so wear bullet proof
don’t forget chloroquinine
and avoid contact
i had smiled at them
with fond memories of Binny Chongtham , Sharat Sharma
and of David Thongjom and T Oikendrajeet Singh

i baptized myself with Sekmai
with Iromba
as I sat with Sharat
in his house at Shenjemai
laughing my heart out at the ignorance
of educated elite
as i urged him to take me to see Ratan Thiyam
We ate burgers at King Burgers
Egg Parathas at airport road
and wandered till late night
on the forbidden streets of Imphal

i walked into a liberated zone
not far away from Imphal
on way to Maring Khunao with sister Amita
where her husband was undergoing holistic treatment
as the RPF flag fluttered i could sense
the brave lady panic
those were the days of hatred
there were Nagas then
and Meteis
Manipuris were lost

i could see blood in the eyes
of the white clad protesters
as they walked up to Lamkang Khunao
shouting slogans of freedom
i stood with few uniformed men
unarmed
as a hypothetical watershed between the estranged brothers
they walked up to me
and turned back
and some shouted warnings of dire consequences to me
yet the same tormentors welcomed me
to Dusehera celebrations
as a part of their fold

i played cards at streets in Palel
and worked out in the local gym
played football with young and restless
defied all security procedures
sipping tea at local stalls in Kakching
i tamed drug peddlers
and handed them to Mira Phibis
attended Kuki Church
and Naga Wedding
never for once i felt an alien

i was fired at
in the jungles Kwaktha by the Myanmar Border
as i led a relief patrol to the village
By UNLF they said
as i laid on ground with a Kalashnikov spitting hatred on me
what i am going to die for?
i fired back then paused
what i am going to kill for?
if i die ,
or if he dies
the distrust will amplify
so i told to cease fire
as the assailants retracted to Mintha
they turned back and looked surprised
and ceased firing too
i lived that day
and someone else also lived

I stood at Senam
and looked at the gilded valley
in the glow of setting sun
smoke bellowed form villages
as another day drew to close
i wondered
how many will die
and how many will kill
some for revolution
some for republic
and breed hatred

the valley is closed
bounded by Barail, Patkai,Mizo-Chin Hills
the water stagnates in Loktak
the time has come to transcend the barriers
let hills be dwarfed by human resolve
and waters flow free
let us be bonded by broad bonhomie
and by the blood we have lost

Back to the hills again

In winters
The water of the lake
Becomes colder and turns into a mirror
And the stars, sun, moon
All float on its surface
The boats shiver and bob
As the wind blows
And the city lights set the stage
For a tryst they so eagerly await
The nights are cold and long


The bells at Naina Devi
Punctuated by azaan
And underlined by shabad
Rise in a celestial crescendo
Announce the arrival of the day
The hills covered with fallen oak leaves
Wake up covered with a sheet of frost
And shake off their winter cold
As the dawn drift into the valley lazily
They sway in harmony to greet each other
And shed more leaves on the roads we tread on
Waiting for us to come back together

The sun warms up the day
And the city comes to life
Cars, buses, rickshaws
All create a deafening pandemonium
Children are at home as school are closed
On the flats several Yorkers are bowled
Several sixes are hit
Children play endlessly and exhaust themselves
The hill watches them all,
The trees the lake
All watch them and smile
But wonder sometimes where we are and how are we doing.

As the evening sets in,
Once again the bells at Naina Devi
The shabad and Azan
Rise together in a divine crescendo
And then silence falls
No crickets, no cicadas
No movement
No birds no butterflies
The city sleeps
And the stars and the moon
And the city lights
All alight on the mirrored waters of the lake
Waiting for us to return.

Revolution Within

I do not want to die here,
And lie buried in a cold grave
When I am done,
I want our children to know
Yes I was brave

I brood no fear and no remorse,
I am cold at heart as steel
I will cut; will slash the bones bare
No guilt will I ever feel

I want to set the critical mass,
And let the neutrons rain
Into the core of fissile me,
Implode to set the chain

I want to burn and rise up to sky,
As a mushroom cloud
I want to explode into deafness
With decibels loud

I want to melt into magma
And flow with molten heat
And char the path I leave behind
And resistance I meet


I want to melt the arctic ice
Arrest the global spin
I want to swallow the Sun some day
And let my belief win

I want to burn and streak the sky
With dazzle silver spark
And turn crimson the horizons
Before I contract dark

tree

progeny of a discarded shell
the seed germinates
in sands of indifference
born out of neglect
develops into sapling
and begins its deed of photosynthesis
converting the waste of our growth
into the essence of our life
matures
years after year
and provides unbiased unconditional shade
to man and beast alike
watching with restive peace
those who strip it bare
and extort his future generations
.....................
faces natures wrath dauntlessly
steadfast to his karma
till it survives
and in death
is yet a giver of warmth
and what remains
is given back to mother it sprang of
as element of continuation of life

The Ballad Of Ashique Hussain Pir

Ashique Hussain
In Prison cell, cold and cruel
Dwells in Darkness
No hope finds way to him
He knows not the moment
Past present or future
Time stopped
At 10 Pm on that fateful day
Of 12 July 2009
When Amina died

Amina
She was the first blossom of season
In the open vistas of Aura valley
As bubbly as water of mountain stream
Those flow from fresh snows of Shamshabari
They met,
Four years ago
At the Urs of Muqam Shahi
And fell in love.




She died
“Raped By Armed Forces of India”,
shouted Huriyat Hawks
her brothers said
masked men in camouflage fatigues
entered their house
at Night
and forced their lust
On their sister
killed her when she resisted
they tried to stop them
but they were beaten
and in the struggle
one dropped a mobile phone
And a Voter Identity card
One of the military man
Ashoque Hussain Pir

Ashoque Hussain Pir
Woke up in his barrack
And had his morning tea
In a weary state of mind
He had a sleepless night
Of helplessness
He dialed Amina
On his mobile
Got no response
Dialed again

He walked up to the “langer”
Smiling at his collogues
forcefully
He had picked up his plate
When the Adjutant called for him

“You Killed Amina?”

Time stopped for him
Ashique stood stunned
With no earth underneath his feet
He did not resist
Nor did he spoke
He felt he did not breathe

He was handed over to police

“He walked out of the Camp at night
The Jamaities alleged
With connivance of his friends
Raped Amina and fled
Everyone believed them
He should be punished
Indian Army should be withdrawn
Armed Forces Power Act should be repelled
Kashmir Should be liberated
Pakistan Zindabad


A thousand dreams
Of unison
Raveled the two in love
A cozy home
Cherub children
Togetherness all above

Amina wanted to study hard
Ashique paid her fees
He bought her Phone
He gave her his voter ID
To procure a SIM

But Aminas’ brothers did not like these
They wanted her to marry someone
Who had promised them some land
She resisted this
And told them blunt
Ashique will be her man

they locked her in the house
she hide the phone wih her
and when she found
moment was ripe
she dialed Ashiques number
she exhorted him to rescue her
as early as he can
………………………………..
Ashilque was restless when he got the call
He knew not what to do
Amina was in trouble
he speculated what he can
His hands were frost bitten
To cross the fence at night
His mates were aliens
To trust them blind
Her village was far
And walk to her
Dilemma dismayed decision

Aminas Brothers
Heard her speak to Ashique
Broke open the door in Rage
Shouted her
And gagged her
On her slaps and punches rained
She kept calling
Ashiuqe for help
Till she berthed he last

When she fell limp
Her brothers realized
Called a compounder
For her to revive
But it was too late
And the lovers fate
Was written
With blood and deceit
To save themselves
With Huriyat then
Conspired the cheats


………………………………..

(There was a violent unrest
In the Tregam bowl for fifteen days
The post mortem established there was no rape
And circumstances raveled that it was unlikely for Ashique to move out,
Some of the family members acknowledged that it was her brother who killed her.
The issue is held in abeyance
Ashique is not cleared of charge
And realizing the technical glitch Huriyat has backtracked
And the Politicians are insuring that the case is not progressed further ).

Ashquie
Still in Jail
Has come to terms
With his Zombie self
he lives
to be dead
he is dead
to be alive

Pipe Pipers of Jihad…

In the apple orchard of
Pahalan, Pattan Kashmir
Children
young and tender
played
Terrorist –Army
………
Sharik and Umer were Mujahidins
They established a Hide in the Barn
And Army
Ilakh,Abdu,Yakub and Salim
Were informed to
Spin a fool proof yarn
The hide was cordoned
Mujahidin opened fire
With planks of apple chest as mock guns
The army fired too
And Umer was judged shaeed
But Sharik escaped to
Continue his deed
……..
Cheater said Sailm
We fired at you
We killed you Goon
You cannot escape alive
Stupid
Said Sharik
a Cat has Nine lives…

Friend they were
Thick bum chums
They played,
They wandered around
They bunked the school
Till one day the headmaster
Caught them loafing around
He reprimanded them
He told them to
Come to school with parents

The friends were shocked
How to tell their parents
They were not attending school
What to do
How to get out of this impasse that ruled

Lets tell them the truth
Said Yakub
And plea for mercy this time
Sissy you Said Salim
We will not bend nor beg
Umer said there is no way
Lets tell our parents and see
Whatever will be will be
Whatever will be Abdu retorted
We will be beaten to pulp and blue
This is certainly not the thing
I will agree to do
What is the way out?
Said they together in doubt

There is one way Sharik said
Wit twinkle in his eyes
But you all are a bunch of softies
For you it holds no tie
I will at dawn tomorrow
Cross LoC at closest
and reach Pakistan
Will become a Mujahidin then
And return with Gun and fame
You kids will see
My Charisma and my name

Ha said Umer,
is it easy as you said
The snow on hills is Fresh and deep
Soon we will be dead

No, replied the Wise Sharik
Do you think I am naive?
We will cross Not from Gulmarg
But Tangdhar and get save
I overheard my uncle who
Works over ground
Lot of gaps in LoC fence
Are there to be found
But all this will cost some money
Said Yakub
We have nothing
… it is funny

Hold, said Sharik
Tuning his pockets out
Fished currency notes
Now is there any doubt
From where you got so much of money
Asked all his friends together
I help few Mujahidin
Sharik Replied
With beaming Proud In his eyes
When they were in rough weather
I guided them
From village to Jungles
Away from army camp
I even carried an AK
And held it close to my heart
They smiled at me
And hugged me close
And gave this to me
Did when we part

The boys watched him
With surprised gaze
Their eyes lit
With hopeful Rays
So
Sharik Asked
Who all are Men Enough?
To come with me
…………………………….
And who is a eunuch…
One by one
all agreed to go
early morning tomorrow they shall leave
it was decided so….
…………………………….

Journey from Pattan to Kupwara
Coasted fortune they had
They sat on the main market
Hungry heartbroken and sad

Now what shall be done?
was there any way
to cross the Samshabari
they asked Sharik in Dismay?
Sharik replied with conviction
We will go to the nearest Mosque
And when people come for namaz
Implore them
that we are holy warriors
And ask for Zakat

They walked to the Mosque
And found no one there
It was 9 30 in Moring
So no one offered prayer
Sharik in zest to prove him
Gave premature Azaan
And Maulvi Sadakat
Came rushing with chagrin and disdain
But when he saw these children
He was perplexed as can be
Who gave the Azan he inquired
Without asking me
The boys confused by now
Pushed Sharik ahead
And frightened, told the Maulvi
What he had sad
Amazed was the Maulvi
And told them to sit down
Walked out to arrange some food
With an anxious frown
After the children had eaten
He asked Sharik the reason
To lead this group of novices
For an act of treason
Treason! Shouted Sharik
You are a man of faith
How dare you dissuade holy warriors?
Who tread the path of Jihad

Jihad,
The maulvi smiled
He told Sharik to sit down
And ask the children
Why they had quit their homes
When he came to know
Their plight
He spoke to them
“You are running away from you primary duty
This is to obtain education
And grow up as responsible Humans
This is your Jihad
Islam stands for Brotherhood
Islam stands for belief
Islam teaches Compassion
Islam teaches Peace
What brings you here is not pious
Go back to your homes
You children
And spread smiles
Around
Spread hope
Be Allah the Merciful be with you
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The children were sent back home
Their parents were amazed
A thousand Questions in their conscious
Were raised
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This is a true incident. These children ran away from their home to escape from punishment at the school. What is unusual here is these children wanted to go to POK (Azad Kashmir, Whatever you want to call it), and get enrolled as Mujahidin. This is a sad situation, wherein the children who should be groomed as future of Kashmir are made to think such things.
The Kashmir movement now is fully controlled by Pakistan. Mostly Pakistani terrorists operate within the valley with impunity. Most of these are criminals, who have been given an option to choose between Gallows or Kashmir. They come here, stay for two to three years, enjoy what all can be pleasured. Some are killed and some go back. What is left behind is for Kashmir to suffer.

i the EGO

inwards i look
i am
the vessel of my ego
rules, laws,constitution... See more
societies, nations,civilizations
i make them
i break them
i am the one who questions the efficacy of system
people are starving
children are dying
the globe is warming
i add perplexity to the pandemonium
i make the crowd
i drive the mob
i devour the structure of social order
caste creed color sex
i mutilate creation
into narrow compartments of my selfish design
i obliterate legacy of belief
and divide in name God
i name my lust for power as religion
and dupe the novices
i exploit their faith to explode humanity
i in solitude of self
aspire to be GOD
the creator of destiny
of lesser mortals
i am a part of retro metamorphosis
of human into beast...