Keep Moving

The eyes so tire
keeps the beast in the lair
waiting for an occasion to stir up fire
to rekindle an old flame - life's satire

Still waters are clear
But got the most to fear
Even the smallest dust would make it murky
The one who can understand this is lucky

Life is not just about winning
It's all about running
Flowing helps not being stagnant
Also help not ending up being poignant

It's good to take an oath
"Not moving on is all I would loathe"

With God, you can rock!

With God, you can rock!

Moses was strong to rock a nation
when he was 40 but had to exile,
it was a time when he relied on his strength

Moses had no inhibitions,
and at age 80 his youthful urge
was long gone, this is the time
he got his calling

He suspected if he could do it,
the very reason why he got Aaron
to assist him - more than his slurred speech!

He lived up to 120
freeing a nation from her enemies,
lead them in the wilderness,
and his eyes never lost their shine

The only difference is - he relied now solely on God's strength
And what a change it made to the nation of Israel!

Faith surely will move mountains,
as also evidenced in the life of Abraham

It wasn't Ishmael, rather Isaac -
the fruit of faith
on whom a nation was built

And there's more
Not Esau - but Jacob
Both Isaac and Jacob were not the firstborns
but richly blessed to reap the fruits
of the firstborn

How would I fail to mention Solomon
who was neither the firstborn of David,
nor of David and Bathseba
but to be the heir
and ruler of the great nation Israel

The doings of the Lord
are amazing and wonderful
we just do not know how it is done
just as the grass that grows in lustre
and the very own eyes that saw evil
shall see the wonder working of the Lord -
it's incomprehensible to our human minds

Surely the Lord lives!!

On the path to glory...

When you reach for the stars
Envy not the birds that fly
High up in the sky
You know the goal you have set
Just make sure it is met

Let the wind blow
As heavy as it can
To keep you low
Soar up high
Victory will be nigh

The fear of losing
Can make you flicker
Remember the race is for the fitter
Nothing can shatter your will
When you know for sure what's your fill

You are what you think
Think you are as small as an ant
So you will be
Winner or whiner
The choice is yours

My Life - My decision

Enjoying the moments with the loved one

Would make anyone's day special

I am no exception

I loved him

I am not going to details as to how many years

but with heart and soul

His every movement made my soul quiver

His smile was always magical

He clutched my hands

With thousands present

and took the vow

He will be with me forever

This is one promise he failed to keep

I regret not

But my soul found nothing consoling

When he was around life seemed so pleasant

It always felt like

Heaven would be no better place

In his absence

It feels like hell would be no worse

Then came the other

In my life

This guy got me flattered

He has the smile as mine had

I see the same spark in his twinkles

No comparisons can be made

They are poles apart

Excepting I am the centre of their lives

Missing my loved one

bogs me down

I am not the one who would bow easily

But love has taken me over

Love I never think would bend any rules

Just that it has no rules

I am in love,

Yes but for the second time

Let the world throw stones at me

I know how to makes those stones flowers

Judge me not

I am not judging you

I am getting married in a while

It is just a few months now

that he passed away

How a dramatic change - you might ask

You should be in my place

I am not ready to be in your place

Nor would I want you to be in my place

Let me take my own course

This is my life

And all I have is just one life to live

We need no poets

We do like playing bingo
but be away with us
anything that people play with lingo
What's the fun in all their pun,
not worthy of even a humble bun
Why do these eccentrics
love to be the way they are
Wouldn't care if they are hippies
What irons me out is
whatever they do it just gives me hiccups

I yearn for a world
where there are no bards
Enough are the larks,
lovely nature's sweeties
Away with you human bards
I will yell at all you
for I know
yours is not going to sell

I have put up an argument -
Let me see if you will try and quell
with all your words jumbled,
or will you just have your lumps swelled

The point here is,
call a spade a spade,
and rose a rose -
no other name we like to hear,
be away from us all you bards

Challenging the Me

There is nothing
I can't
But everything
I won't
The very mantra of a phlegmatic
Is what I embraced all my life
To live with
I cared little
When everybody moved on
I always had an excuse
Life is a circle
Why should I care?
I am happy being what I am
The truth is it did not last all that long
I felt something hit me hard
I am not just alone
There are people who I need to care
It is high time I move on
But how now?
I have lived all my life
Just the way I have
Can I?
Now there is no would I?

Machine needs oiling
Cricket bat needs seasoning
An athlete needs training
When all for short run needs so much
How much more would I need for long run?
It hit me hard
Now there is a solace
Yes, I am a phlegmatic
One who loves to work under pressure

I cried, challenge me
Nobody dared to
Or should I admit no one was willing to
Where is my motivation?
I looked far and wide
Out of nowhere came nothing

I called me a good for nothing
One that can't achieve anything
- an utter useless person
- a loser
Am I?
I asked myself - self instrospection!

Did I not read
"If you falter in the time of trouble, your strength is small"
Yes I have

I shouted
I am not a loser
But why not?
Because I gave reasons aplenty
And the reasons
Yes there are and they are
It took a little courage
To challenge myself,
My own thoughts
It least disappointed me
As the one I was searching
Like a mad dog
Was nowhere to be found
But within me
Now I hear the words of Mahatma ringing in my ears
"Be the change you want to see"

Digression

Inspired
by some deep inspiration
I inspire
deeply
exhaling a full-bloom smile
teeth glistening
mind blowing
thoughts clearing
making way for
happiness
that mind only knows
but heart
smiles too
complimenting
complementing
"to some"
a full odd action
when it was to me
a reaction
of
a deep-felt
thought
that just flashed
my mind
not for more than a few seconds
yet
worth all
to think and laugh
with heart
all agreeing

Me - the Inquisitor

I built a large house
Gave much importance to all details
To make it look lovely
And for neighbors to envy
What I did not care about is
Where all the waste would go
I could have laid a nice pipe connection
It would not cost me a fortune
But why bother
When I can send all the waste
To the nearby colony
Where the not-so-rich live
They have lived all their lives
Amongst pigs and buffaloes
But for me
I live in a scented house
Everyone admires me

I built a chemical factory
Taking care of details for the safety
Of my workers
I love my employees
With love I have kept them slaves
I appreciate their work with bonuses
They call me the best employer
I am the most loved
But only in my own company
I never bothered about pollution
outside, but inside it is heaven
I have another small colony nearby
Where I can send all the garbage
After all they are used to them

I showed my brilliance
To a old friend of mine
But he loathed the way I lived
For me caring less about fellow beings
But I seldom care
I ask myself the question
When big capitalists
Can make all the hue and cry
If their fishes die
And call it an accident
When because of them some thousands die
And thousands still not have come of its effect
Even after good number of years passed
And can say with all the cool
It is a closed chapter
Why can't I be stone-hearted
People don't lie in the past
Move on, move ahead
You gotta live with it
That is how the world works
I am still sending my garbage
To the nearby colony

Cry of a grown-up

There is a child in everyone
Only a few would admit
Just as in our world
Letting the child out would seem childish

We once were chasing butterflies
And went behind grasshoppers
We hopped as they hopped
The number of dragon flies
Caught and left
We failed to count

Lying on meadows
and climbing the trees
Are long forgotten
The grasses that we played with
And the smell that we carried home
The richness of grass and scent of wild flowers
Which when as a child
Were ones that gave us joy
Fail to excite us now

The castles on sands
That we built
The fortress and playhouses
Big and small
Our own weapons - bow and arrows
Not to forget the wooden sword
The dramas enacted in the open
With no spectators
But the wide-wide sky
The green cheerleaders clapping their hands
Those trees that we loved
who gave us shadow and place to play
Both up and below
Are now gone
To be replaced by lifeless stones
That what we call home

Every stone had a story
Every mud and clay had life
Life wasn't worth a dream then
But dreams were life
We laughed together
We cried together
And we hooted together
People indeed were around
We never bothered them
Nor did they
It was our own world
Different but close to heart

Certain things are allowed
only for those who are just above 18
It's been ages since we crossed the landmark
Yet we are not allowed
To enjoy what we enjoyed once
Not by others but by our own egos
Just because we are adults

Karmasutra

The positives, the negatives
yin and yang
nothing in excess
Nature strikes a perfect balance
Let the world speak
of a ozone depletion
Or of global warming
Let the world be filled
With hailstorms or sand dunes
Let there be destruction
Yet life continues
In one form or another

No carry forwards
Or balance carry forwarded
All else equal
Do good, think good
Live for the moment
Let the thoughts be pure
Nothing shall make you impure
Live and die
You will find yourself roost in sky

in reference to:

"The positives, the negativesyin and yangnothing in excessNature strikes a perfect balanceLet the world speakof a ozone depletionOr of global warmingLet the world be filledWith hailstorms or sand dunesLet there be destructionYet life continuesIn one form or anotherNo carry forwardsOr balance carry forwardedAll else equalDo good, think goodLive for the momentLet the thoughts be pureNothing shall make you impureLive and dieYou will find yourself roost in sky"
- orkut - Messages (view on Google Sidewiki)

Innocuous Bride

You never laid your hands on a brush
Nor your hands ever touched a pen
I know I am asking for too much
But how could one be not interested in a poem
I wondered, excuse me
I couldn't stop thinking loud
Can I ask mountains to draw a sketch
Nor can I ask moon to write a poem
Neither could I
But they have a purpose
A great source of inspiration
In that way you are better than a poem
Better than a picture that was ever painted
Now smile please.. cheese
You are a picture that is worth
- a million unspoken words

He came, he saw, he conquered

He came, he saw, he conquered
Wonder is it a conquest with a contest?
Not sure, but I know
A battle where men get defeated
Without putting their defense

There stood at the corner of my house
A rose plant which my mom watered everyday
The roses everyday they smiled
- when I left home for work
Pity me, I noticed it not
Before someone said it is beautiful

A girl's smile is missed more
Not before when someone mentions it
Her frozen eyes can melt any hard rock
They say diamond cut diamonds
A slight movement of her lips
Can make any valiant man a beggar

And God made them man and woman
It's Eve who conquered Adam
If not he would not have eaten
- the forbidden fruit
And no man would ever be longing
For the fruit of woman

Love lost and found

I did bid bye to it a few seasons ago
Not realizing the fact
It's just a migratory bird I bid bye to
I thought it was a closed chapter
But I was wrong
As the days grew colder
My heart wanted to get warmer
Who else can provide me the warmth than you?
I hope soon you would return
At least in the next season
After all you just migrated
With dreams I will be waiting
- for your leisurely return

Lost in you...

I still remember the day
When I am bowled down by your sweetness
Your own sweetness...
It's the very day when your hands touched me
I still feel the tenderness,
feel your warmth and the silky smooth touch
I am sunken down in it
Wake me not
I am not asleep, just intoxicated

Your sweet voice
It still rings in my ears
What's in it?
Is it wine or honey?
Whatever be it
It is so sweet
I want to..
Want to hear you more
But
don't speak, I will sleep
You make me forget
I am old enough
Not to sleep to a lullaby

I am no child
But before you
I do break
What's in you?
Are your fingers a magic wand, I wonder
Wherefrom you got the charm?
I simply lose myself
When you are near me
Search me, you will find
More of you than me in me

The Cross that crossed my mind

Who in the world has to carry a cross?
Everyone has to is the bitter truth
God's promise is not to take us out of our troubles
But to be with us when we go through them
Caring for our fellow human beings is the cross
That God bestowed upon us
Let us carry it with joy

A plank of wood is what
That would come to our mind
When we think of a cross
Now the call is to rethink what we thought
That was not right
To re-learn what we learned wrong
A simple attempt to break free the callous mind

There is a wonderful reason
why I am not an atheist
In my trouble, like a child, I can call upon the Lord
And the peace that swarms me around
Has nothing to compare
And it is what I would call
The joy of the Lord

There is none in the world
who never had blue days
Be it men or women
And these days ask a child he will tell
Depression is a cross
So is the burden to write
- a cross that every writer would love to carry

This too will pass

When pains and sorrows
pin down the hope
Just say
This too will pass

Have a doubt in its effectiveness?
Take a brief pause
Look at the clouds that pass
They carry a beautiful message
This too will pass

Somewhere I read
Every good thing comes to an end,
but to every end comes another start
Give it a thought
You might find it true

Love is beautiful
- a sweet burden
Has any in the world
- ever cried he had to carry a rose
When roses are crushed
They give fragrance
So shall your heart be

If someone hurts you it's their problem
When you take it for yourself
It then becomes your problem
Life is how you see it
Wear a blue glass you will see it blue

Ever seen any laugh the whole day?
If not, why you think
You have to cry all your life
Make an attempt to think
And you will understand the wise saying
This too will pass

Fading Flower

Her
ephemeral beauty
languished - she lost
her beauty and charm
Her fragrance evanesced in air
- this was when she thought innocence
and wit she lost and countdown started
She winked and said to the fading flower
- smile for another day- life is beautiful - now that again
she found her charm and beauty linger - in her 60

Technically Yours

If only I had the best system
That executes orders at the speed of thought
I thought I would be the best trader on earth
I did get the best system
Only to lose considerable portion of my hard-earned money
Just at the speed of my thought

If I had money more than I need
I said I will light someone's life
Will do what all I can
To remove poverty from the society
But when I got money
I rebuilt my house to a bigger one

If I had the advanced learners dictionary
I said my English would be good
And my vocabulary would be extensive
I did get one
Only to decorate my bookshelf when not in use
And to be used as a pillow and tranquilizer when in use

With all these my life did not change
But I thank God for these circumstances
They did enlighten me
They did teach me a lesson
As every situation teaches a lesson if really
We had our eyes and ears open
If I had a chisel I cannot be a Leonardo or Michael Angelo
It's not the tool, but the application
That really matters!

Google Sidewiki entry by leno

Massacre in Amristar

in reference to:

"Massacre in Amristar"
- orkut - Messages (view on Google Sidewiki)

Massacre in Amristar

I stumbled on a diary
That had records of history
On the preface it read
"History is not just full of bravado
If yes it would be dull
But of sentiments and emotion-packed sequences
No better film would match it
It equals itself"

The year was 1919
- the place Amristar
The day was unusually hotter than any day
Maybe that was a prelude to what's going to happen
To make things worse it happened on a day
That was considered unlucky by many
It was the 13th of April, 1919
A black day in the history of India
one thousand five hundred and twenty six
Men, women and children were mercilessly killed
By the order of one called Reginald Dyer
- the Brigadier General
And there was another man
- Sir Michael O'Dwyer, British Lieutenant-Governor of Punjab,
Supported his action

Three days back
A demonstration against the arrest of two leaders
Satya Pal and Saifuddin Kitchlew
Terrified the British Administration of Punjab
They had dreams of 1857 dangling before them
Adding fuel to the fire
Some men that took part in protest were killed
The crowd retaliated killing some five Europeans
And the military killed some twenty
Well, this could have been deemed a score settled
Though twenty was anyway more than five
At least in mathematics

Cometh the 13th, cometh the trouble
For the celebrations of Baisakhi
Sikhs from all parts of the nation
Assembled in Jallianwala Bagh
General Dyer had hallucinations
Both auditory and visual
Defeat dangled before his eyes
And he heard people laughing at him
He did not want to be a laughing stock
But wanted to take stock of the situation
And so he ordered that people be killed
Be shot even if they were flat on the ground
Show mercy to not even women and children
Was all that he said to his Gurkhas
He closed all entrances and exits
One thousand four hundred bullets
Ripped the chest of Mother India
Leaving more than equal number of people dead


The world stood stunned
Even the British Raj condemned it
But Dyer had support from O'Dwyer
And a few newspapers in England supported his action
Dyer's face reminds me of The Tiger and the Lamb of Blake
He was from a school of discipline
And always hated Indians for their chaotic life
As a Brit he was a chivalrous man
He respected women but European

There was an incident
That caused Dyer to have sleepless nights
For a couple of days before he turned insane
Miss Marcella Sherwood
- supervisor of Mission Day School for Girls
Was assaulted by a group
But then came the helping hands of other Indians
That rescued her from the mob
And she was led to safety

This one incident fumed the insolent mind of Dyer
How could they insult a woman?
It needs retribution
So determined was Dyer that he set his mind
To avenge the insult done to Miss Sherwood
He set an order that the place
Where Sherwood was assaulted
Be made sacred
And all that who want to pass that way
Had to crawl on all fours
A humiliation that he imposed
Showcase his mind that he considered Indians mere animals
This is the same place
where people assembled for their festival
And an irked Dyer ordered the shooting

All is well
Back in England he was honored
"the Saviour of the Punjab with sword of honour and a purse"
Two years after his heroics
His past haunted him
Dyer became paralyzed
And lived for another six years
Never recovering from it
Surely the Lord lives

The man who said Dyer's action was correct
- O'Dwyer was Shot in 1940
By one who was wounded physically and mentally
In the massacre of Amristar in Caxton Hall
Though Udham Singh, the bravo was hanged
Was called a martyr by Nehru and attained martyrdom
History will call it
A tale of doom and death
of Dyer and O'Dwyer