Hello hi

Hello hi

With a hello that is hollow,
Or a hi that is low,
Nothing will mellow,
Nothing will follow.

With a hello that is high,
And a hi that is warm,
Nothing will lie,
Nothing will harm.

20 January 2015

Passion for Peace II

Hello fellows,

Sub.: The real conversion

We are back to work again. Why not? That’s life. Life prepares us for everything. Therefore, we are prepared for our next condolences, manifestations, mass mourning, and protests alongside our merry makings, Christmases, other festivals, and of course our respective businesses and work. But we are not prepared to talk openly about terrorism that’s the recent man-made force majeure! Yes we are afraid of jihad, aren’t we? If I say Islam and Salim are anagrams, I might have a jihad against me; if it’s not reason enough, I can say Mails and Islam and Salim are anagrams; well take it like this...if mails come from Salim, it means warnings have come from Islam, and the world would have reasons to worry! Then the Jihad is surely in the offing! Well jokes part, I think until the time the 'when next, where next and how next' becomes a reality, we’d be normal and happy-go-lucky again! Our leaders will come from the greenrooms with a concerned makeup on their faces. Listen I am not blaming anyone because leaders are also normal human beings, like us, with ordinary passions and goals, not as extra-ordinary as the school of terrorism! I congratulate them because they were able to convert people from the land of Voltaire into shooting a group of free-thinkers; a land which had gifted democracy to the world, imagine this extra-ordinary achievement!! Kudos to the school of terrorism!

Every night I have a dream, a crazy dream... that we are able to convert those students we call terrorists into accepting differences, some of them had even turned into liberals and now protecting the world instead of their earlier pursuits. But that’s just a dream... I know it will never come true... our Intelligence has not given us any signs so far to show that yes it can convert a group of terrorists into non-terrorists! But what if it used its remote-sensing to keep track of every single weapon that’s being produced on earth along with their movements? What if it could track the virtual and physical classes where training on the conviction for killing in the name of religion go on? Who takes them, how do they happen, and when do they happen and o yes WHY do they happen! But no, our Intelligence needs to penalise smokers smoking in the non-smoking zones.

Ever since these two incidents have happened in Pakistan and France, I am thinking on the physical and virtual dependencies that the school of terrorism had to factor!! Can you imagine how those people were trained, given weapons of conviction to go out in the open and kill? The students whom we call terrorists had to be mobilised and empowered right in Medias Res to do what they did...and what was our remote sensing doing?! I guess it was engaged in creating a fire alarm? Or some rocket sciences!  

So fellows, we have an engaging, a fascinating, a passionate work in front of us to ensure a cure for this migraine, don't we? Sometimes I wonder if we lack the conviction...do we need some students from the same school?! Can't we buy some of them? Well the school is buying some of us all the time! We need to see a drama of the highest form on stage please. The whole world has to unite and put its Intelligence at stake to deliver. Ensure that not a drop of gun, money, and training is mobilised towards the school of terrorism. From thinking that the school is working under the instruction of Allah to kill unarmed people unaware towards thinking that it is working against Allah is not a small task, but this is what needs to be done, I think.

O I didn't tell you this... I also had this dream that all of us, I mean literally all of us, were able to locate the physical presence of the school of terrorism and... we were marching towards that land to crush the school down once and for all with our sheer strength of population! But when  we were crushing it under our countless feet, I also saw us doing it with love and power. That’s how the school of terrorism disappeared from the face of the earth and those students whom we once called terrorists got lost in the sea of crowd. And thus the mails that came from Salim got converted from warning to message on peace and acceptance from Islam!

Yours, Supratik

Unprepared

Unprepared

Screening the clouds,
in the sky,
bound to fall
as blue horror.

Used series of grief,
nothing happens,
only preparedness,
for the next
waters of shame
bound to flow
inside the veins.

Today, I decide
to walk under the sun,
darkness inside
falls
on the indomitable grasses.

Such is the truth.
There is no relief.
Masks prepared.
Unprepared stage.

There are many things that happen around us we don't understand. Screening or otherwise, something that's bound to fall or flow will, no matter what. From concerns to successes to failures to horrors, they come in masks...else how does one understand something as beauty, right, correct which the other doesn't. We resist what is clear, we resist what is natural... this is the best I could do as explanation; the poem is bound to delve under confusion, even with the Intelligent mind!

18 January 2015

Move on!

Move on!

The path towards peace is a daunting one,

Needs merciless shredding of thoughts,

Admittance of mistakes,

Relentless and passionate re-work of

Words,

Books,

Actions,

One, one, one to focus on the One!

This battle has to be won and delivered to the World,

When an American or a Mexican is killed I am killed,

A Pakistani, an Indian, a Bangladeshi killed I am killed,

A French or English killed I am killed.

A myriad of times with bullets and guns,

To focus on the one, to focus on the One!

The world belongs to me and me to the World,

Without visas and passports full of inert words!

For the passion for horror I have passion for peace,

I am not meek to accept you at ease,

I am talking to you, to you if you please!

Searching for shades of sameness is a shame,

Looks of a pet and a child are not taught.

Different and incorrect are not twins,

Yet roots are born in the veins of brains,

Brought into us through ages with a designed thoroughfare,

Everybody has a logic by which they act as if to care;

Those in bikinis and those with guns,

To focus on the one, to focus on the One!

Those who terrorize and those who harmonize

This reason needs acceptance not to jeopardize.

Rejection is the root that ransacks the calm,

Their smiles and their barks have the magic and the charm!

We need the table to understand the game,

Searching for shades of sameness is so much of a shame.

My hidden world of peace tell me when you'd come!

How we’d like to sing that we have overcome

If we make peace our priority, a measure for growth and development, our only raison d’être, then it is no rocket science, paths will show up. However, I know it’s never going to happen… so let’s move on!

14 January 2015

Meditation

The seven qualities of the individual consciousness (the soul or the I) are: Happiness, peace, power, love, purity, knowledge, bliss.

The prayer:

Happiness is natural.

I am happiness.

Peace is natural.

I am peace.

Power is natural.

I am power.

Love is natural.

I am love.

Purity is natural.

I am purity.

Knowledge is natural.

I am knowledge.

Bliss is natural.

I am bliss.

The seven qualities of the individual consciousness are similar and different at the same time. Let’s run through this…

Happiness is happiness, happiness is peace, happiness is power, happiness is love, happiness is purity, happiness is knowledge, and happiness is bliss…. I am happiness.

Peace is happiness, peace is peace, peace is power, peace is love, peace is purity, peace is knowledge, and peace is bliss…. I am peace.

Power is happiness, power is peace, power is power, power is love, power is purity, power is knowledge, and power is bliss… I am power.

Love is happiness, love is peace, love is power, love is love, love is purity, love is knowledge, and love is bliss…. I am love.

Purity is happiness, purity is peace, purity is power, purity is love, purity is purity, purity is knowledge, and purity is bliss… I am purity.

Knowledge is happiness, knowledge is peace, knowledge is power, knowledge is love, knowledge is purity, knowledge is knowledge, and knowledge is bliss… I am knowledge.

Bliss is happiness, bliss is peace, bliss is power, bliss is love, bliss is purity, bliss is knowledge, and bliss is bliss… I am bliss.

Inspired by the BKs and Deepak Chopra

Passion for Peace

Sub.: I may be a layperson, but I am also a stakeholder

Hello fellows,

I am bored. No, I am not annoyed or angered, but simply bored to see how the world and the Intelligence thinks! We have the power to ignore the issue and delve in the trivial. Am I mad? Must be, for I don’t see any sense in the manifestations in Paris or the group mourning in Pakistan. What big names we have, ‘Black day for humanity’, ‘Je suis Charlie’ and this goes on and on and on! Journalists who have covered the programmes in Pakistan and France have said how many people were affected by this, how many countries have empathized, sympathized… how many have shown solidarity…do we even factor that among the audiences who contributed to the TRP are also those people responsible for the attacks, who for all you know have given them a high-five while watching them!

Is there anyone who wants terrorism to disappear from the face of the earth, for Heaven’s sake…when I asked this question, I found no one raising their hands because everyone did! Now what does this mean? It means that we are willing to do everything from the outside, being external, being superficial that is. This explains mourning, manifestations, showing solidarity and support…all of this is external. We know nothing is going to happen, no world leader can deliver Peace; however many can deliver Growth.

Else how is it possible that the Intelligence that is venturing out successfully onto the outer world cannot outwit the trouble that has since long been a global headache. Are the heads thinking?! No fellows, no! If you asked me why, I’d say I don’t know!

 All you need to do is to understand the following:

ü  What is the mind that’s successful in transforming some minds (even those in France!!!) into thinking that what they are doing is right? Not talking to them is only helping in increasing the heads of innocent killings

ü  Who are the Masterminds, capture them and talk to them to understand why they congratulate those who kill children and cartoonists. The job here is to not put them behind the bars and torture them to breed more terrorists

ü  Where is the money coming from to buy arms, and more importantly, to train people from all over the world, into tactics and techniques of causing, spreading terror

ü  How is the network

 Passion for Peace

ü   Stop all your work, go broke until you break the barriers of hatred and wrath

ü   Seek help from the Intelligent minds, the Brahmakumaris, Deepak Chopra and others

ü  Let the stock markets stop, let all profits flow into losses until we bring back the true nature of humankind

ü  It is not France or Pakistan or the US, every human being in this world is a stakeholder here

ü  Develop a mechanism to align every single individual into thinking that Peace is more important than Growth and Profits

ü  Do not boast of your technologies until you track these minds and their networks

This has come from a foolish mind like me. From somebody who knows nothing about anything, from somebody who loves to love and hates to hate. Now tell me, if the world leaders would deploy intelligence (the likes of NASA) into tracking the source of money, people, arms, would it take more than a week’s time to crack the puzzle? Okay, let’s assume I have overestimated the world Intelligence; then you tell me how many days will it take! Helping those minds understand the essence of Islam and other religions wouldn’t be difficult at all beyond a point. We have the world with us, they are just a few… and we are victims?! Nah! Leaders…can’t buy that. For the moment, please do not think of any growth and development in your respective countries…with a single-minded focus deploy all your strengths to uproot terrorism, not terrorists, from the world! We do not want to sing ‘We shall overcome’ fifty years down the line…we want to change the tense and sing ‘We have overcome’ if you are willing to put this tension behind us!

 Yours aye, Supratik

Black Peter

Black Peter

Peter for god-knows-what was proud,

Never got along well with the innocuous crowd,

Was rude with everyone including his boss,

His team thought his mind was pretty little cross.

When you spoke with him he went all so tan,

He'd whisper with a few, as if crafting a plan,

He wrote his senseless lines and thought of them as poems,

Then texted his colleagues to read; only to those he thought were friends.

The team and the boss got their life of a chance,

To uproot this Peter with his obnoxious stance.

A lady in the team made a strong written complaint

A text sent at night? O this is harassment!

But wait! This wasn't just enough,

Peter also performed way below his peers.

Faults here and there, said the trusted reviewer.

Now he’d be out for sure, it's clear without a bluff.

The bad apple's out, the triumphant team was glad,

Good riddance from the con that made them always sad,

With him in the team no one was ever safe,

But Peter per the doctor was myopic and deaf.

But listen to this my friends! Peter says, victims are always cruel,

That he's still a victor who'd survive in the hell.

He worries on the Peter who'd appear next on stage,

The play is waiting there to replay without a change!


I am glad I wrote this. The poem tries to see how group judgement can sometimes go wrong. We seem to depend too much on the machinery called 'everybody' but at times it can be cruel and even wrong! A group of people, in victim mode, inflicting inexplicable pain on one individual is no less than a gang rape or a terror attack. All of this happens in the name of justice.... if you asked those men who are gunning down innocent people, as to why they are doing what they are doing, they'd have something to say, so where is the difference?

10 January 2015

Above mediocrity

Above mediocrity

I will rise above mediocrity,

And with me will raise a race,

Where do I see you and not see me?

In clouds without mirth and grace!

You who do not respect elders, neighbours,

Have taught me self-respect;

You who worked up the workers,

Have taught me to be honest;

You who were afraid of death, bred terror

Have taught me fearlessness,

About love and peace;

You who nurtured hatred and anger,

Didn’t you teach me about bliss?

But this is not what I see Mount Olympus!

I know what you have hidden from above,

The child, who was ugly, I learn,

Embodied kindness and peace!

Rejected by parents,

Deceived by his wife –

A Goddess of love

With war in her brain,

His seat rived to the lowest abyss,

The smith weaved through the deserted life.

I forgive my teachers and guardians on this day,

For the same song they heard,

The same verse did they nurse!

I will rise above mediocrity come what may.

With me I will follow my herd;

How can in my universe,

Be anything other than me?

Finished now my ignoble blaming hearse,

Learning drizzles ceaseless for free!

Note: Hephaestus is the son of Zeus and Hera. He is the only god who is ugly. As a child, he was rejected by his parents. His wife, Aphrodite, goddess of love was in love with Ares, god of war. Hephaestus was kind and peace-loving.

09 January 2015

Universe

Universe

I am driving my car through the road…

I love it with all my being,

However, little of it do I know,

Other than through ups and downs driving…

I know it only from the outside,

Change the side and the speed,

If only I knew what’s happening inside,

My car would be mine indeed.

What happens if suddenly it has to fall?

Would depend on moneyed looks for sure,

Who may or may not it cure,

With a price that drains the wherewithal.

Many of us like me drive the body…

All blinded by the image outside,

Breathing in and out is all we know,

It grows without effort of any kind.

How do the parts function do we know my friends?

An engrossing game it is, a fun that knows no ends!

Come let us know how it does what it does,

Our only real machine, our only universe!

09 January 2015

Distance

Distance

When I was with you,

Distance didn’t matter.

The moon sent its cream at night,

We slept, thinking of each other.

Sounds of dews travelled we could hear,

Alert to wash us with the morning sun.

Sailing clouds cover the moon,

Noise takes away all the dews.

The sun shines so dark and sudden,

My eyes, don’t hear the call.

I am so close to you now,

Yet so far from near.

09 January 2015

Please give me a hand

Please give me a hand

I was your eyes.

I drew pictures through your glass,

I saw horror and kindness without guilt,

Then there was a crack.

Blankness soaked in,

I became dotty for growth,

I couldn’t ask you to lend,

So I saw through my ears.

Children, young and old,

Violated with alacrity,

My feet are heavy with immobility.

My senses froze in the desert.

My blind hands can no longer behold,

I cannot purge the chains of reasons,

In the volumes that are written,

In the fences that are sketched,

In the deaths that are planned and sung,

Children are fighting with kids.

In pursuit of the borderless whole,

Please give me a hand.

09 January 2015

End of an era

End of an era

Gray lights are spreading all over

To crack the windows of ramparts,

Blacks and whites have melted,

An interpretation is born.

That which was dull and lifeless

Has in a whiff become a stone,

A discovery of a diamond,

In a completely different role!

With light we measure and mismatch

With darkness we merge and melt,

Perceptions are lending shape,

To a canvas built in the frame.

Walls have developed wings

To mend into the blank looking sky,

The ball so light dancing with legends,

Blue horrors buried alive!

09 January 2015

Take a way

Take a way

Take a way,

Into the woods;

Times don’t stay

Inside the room.

Take a way,

Empty streets;

Roads of mind,

Paths will find. 

Take a way,

Leavers, lovers;

Smile on the lane,

Rocks can’t block.

Take a way,

The lost and the found

Are engrossed in love,

Just the same!

Take a way,

Onto the sky;

Thoughts will bloom,
Inside is the room.

08 January 2015

Behind the screen

Behind the screen

Decked-up words,

Colorful, beautiful,

Catapulted with smiles,

Hand-to-hand touch;

Selling the world, to the world!

Buyers are tired with the sellers,

Pretense glows the figure,

Killing the words by kissing them good,

Thoughts, the grandma of red riding hood!
Blaming the innocuous wolf!

Balance complains against the fulcrum

The world of disputes shows on the humdrum.

Silence cries in the crowd

Of buyers and sellers,

Tired words go back into the greenroom

To rest, for a while…

Write some lines in open space

To meet the feelings,

Their mothers, in age-old homes

With and without a shake and a smile!

Ready again for the go

Onto the plastic stage for the tiptop show,

With thoughts untrained,
But words all decked.

With multiple organisations engaged in World Peace, why doesn't it happen I wonder! Where is the gap. Farmers are born in debt, live in debt and die in debt is true for most third-world countries! But what is true for the all the first, second, third and fourth (is there one?!) worlds is that we are all born listening about Peace, live and die in it!

Well, but this poem is not only about that...it's much more, if you please because behind the screen there’s another screen...watching, listening, and ...screening!

03 January 2015

Hands in search of the perfume

Hands in search of the perfume

Blank hands are searching for the perfume

Wet with dryness

Moon is shying away

Sun incapable of giving a hand

There is no light in the brightness

A blue pot, with nail marks

Like stars that litter

In the stinking guilt, all around

In this nosy perfume

My legs are paining

As a sign of something!

For months I have suffered

With these dot-drops

For days letters have formed

Into words, as fillers

Hiding in the void

Hands search for the perfume, still.

03 January 2015

For you

For you

Eggs were hatching,

But rats were out.

The carpet looked like a curtain

The base, confused.

Before I was born,

Sickness came in thick air

To propose to the virus-prone stage,

To blow, the wind refused.

I was born still,

With sadness that cried,

You made faces to make me laugh,

My purpose was to live,

For you!

03 January 2015

Ever escaping

Ever escaping

I was beginning to fountain

When you came over me, like a stone

I slipped and escaped

You followed me and trampled

Under your elephant feet

Your molecules are strong in this world

Shine like the snow-clad mountain

I have no right to open my mouth

My hunger to speak is covered under jaw

But I escape every time

I lead you to the yellow-green spread

You are poor

Collect bit by bit from me and us

Your power smirks at your weakness

Looking for us to do your chores

For your feet cannot shoo us away

But the needy can also beg for help to escape

03 January 2015