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

Way to Learn

There sat on the corner of the street
On a chair a bespectacled man
With a frown on his head and paper on his hand
Him I thought was an observer
And I grew up thinking an observer will just be like that
Perception was a seed when I am a child
With me it also grew up but as a tree
When young habits can easily be pruned
But as a grown up it is a bit hard
To unbelieve what I believed all these years
To unlearn what I have learned wrong
Then comes the proverb to rescue
It is better late than never

We are what we think
And if we think aright
Our walk would be no doubt straight
Thinking I would say is a blessing
It's a fortune in disguise
There is no winner who has never thought
Thinkers are slow but steady
They never draw to a conclusion just by what they see
But weigh and reason everything with facts

It is not just the man
That sits on the corner of the street
Bespectacled and wearing a frown in his head
Is an observer
But every child, animal and neighbors
Are observers I understood
No more I ever think the way I thought before

Ray of hope

Everything seemed to have lost
As hope evaporated
Nothing to cling on
Nothing to cleave upon
Everything seemed impossible
Except defeat
The world seemed to have moved apart

It was my life
Before you came in
As a sigh a relief
To every earth there is a moon
And as there is one earth there you are one moon
Just a peep at you would make me forgot my grief
So powerful is your charm
You gave me new hope to live on
Because of you now from a constant worrier
I have become a warrior

Everyday is a challenge
And everyday I am looking forward to
Who are you, I do not know
What are you, again no idea
To me, you are just a ray of hope!!

Road to success

There might be many roads
That lead to Rome
But one road might be easy to tread on
That road needs to be chosen rightly
True in life, isn't it?
Choosing words are not as tough as choosing the right road
But choosing the right words
Have their rewards for sure
They can make or break one
Anyone who remained successful for long
Would have been able to do that
Only by harnessing the tongue
And those who have fallen in most cases
Are rapists of words and truth

Any man who has a vision
Will certainly be careful with his words
To him words would be like flowers
Which he would not like to trample upon
From now on let us too see words as fresh flowers
We would then not dare to trample it
But will keep the aroma with us
One can't seal the smell of a fresh ripe fruit
The goodness will spread everywhere
Fruits can either be left to ripe or to rot
It is how we choose them to be
So are words
And the old comparison of words to pearls stands true to this day
Let us not be swines that stray the pearls
But ones who will treasure them, so will have life
And shall remain successful forever

in reference to: orkut - Messages (view on Google Sidewiki)

Dawn of my day

Through the window
first came the rays
then came the sunlight
Bathing me with warmth
Stripping off my coldness
All just in one go
It was a sudden change in temperature
I woke up with coffee beside
And newspaper under my cot
I was too lazy to bend
But I am loving it

I looked at the mirror
I saw not my face
But something running in it
First a bit blur, then it was clear
Two cold eyes moist enough
If squeezed would give an ounce of water
Suddenly became warm
Seeing you come near me
And when you passed me
It was like sun rays seeping through my window

At last I woke up and on my legs
And opened the windows
To see flowers violet, red, blue, yellow
But the smell that brushed through
Smelt more of your fragrance
I took a deep breath in
And sipped the cup of coffee
With paper in hand
Wow it was beautiful
And thus started my day

Be my Valentine - the story of t(rue)wo lovers

20 years ago
As a way of proposing
He kneeled before me
- gave me roses
And asked will I be his valentine?

I still remember the number
It was three
White, yellow and red
I had to choose
But one
I chose red
because my lips too were red
and they made a good match

He asked if he can kiss me
I kissed the rose
And gave it to him
Then we got married

10 years later
The tradition continued
He gave me roses
White, yellow and red
We now are married
And as every couple
We had our differences and rifts
My lips were still red
But now my lips did not look for a match
I thought it's high time
That we forget our differences
As a sign of reconciling
I chose white
He said thanks

Another 10 years rolled
The tradition did not change
He gave me roses
White, yellow and red
There were no differences between us
My friends say he has got all my good qualities
And his mother say I am more like him
I had no other option but to let go white
We are now thick as friends
I thought there is no need for me to go for yellow
But I took the roses red and yellow
And gave the yellow back to him
It I thought would match his shirt and he took it with glee

After 20 years
He bowed before me for the first time
And said "be my valentine"
My lips are not as red as they were
But I kissed the rose
And said "be my valentine"

in reference to: orkut - Messages (view on Google Sidewiki)

Sparkles

Sparkles, sparkles
Sparkles everywhere
Glistening white, emerald and sapphire
Fading and fainting droplets of bright rubies
Has made my lifeless pitch dark night
Vivid and lovely
All just at the very thought of you

Sparkles, sparkles
Sparkles everywhere
When I think of you
It's sparkles everywhere!!