All around

All around,

sounds rivet the air,

layers of vapour,

a clumsy cover in the sky;

eyes spy, earmark,

intelligence in heady wonder;

are these clouds or smokes,

efforts of nature or humankind

firmament in its constant blue

a witness,

of imagination.

evergreen

Clouds...

The tongue dances,

Words raindrop on dry pages

Evergreen songs free the captured air.

crisis

in spasm irritation spills

is solidarity immobile still

islands stay in stress

intelligence sleeping in space

it should inspire sagacity

in slashing inexplicable senility

immediately squashed inactive, straight

insane strikers' injurious strait

it should instantly shut-stop

illicit sellers' inflammable shop

intelligence summons islands stretch

infinite stability innocuous strength


countries continue to live as islands, disconnected, disunited; it is through these holes of disunities enter diseases...can we put an end to this

Earth, our nation

Countries need flags to hoist.

To show their identity, pride and order

The wind of nationhood, fresh and moist,

Trumpets and warns, from binding borders.

The earth wanders around,

With its flute, perhaps it also needs a flag,

Neglected it is, without any belonging tag

The source is in search, alone, unbound. 

Big brothers breed poor cousins,

Knotted in meaningless virtues and sins,

Both busy cutting the branch on which we rest,

Determined to make us homeless, from our only nest.

The moving ball, a complete human body, a whole

With ulcer, cancer, tumor, migraine in its parts,

Can we ever heal our own winsome soul?

With its brain ailing, with its wailing heart!

Every part of the earth needs to cure

With our thoughts intelligent, and at ease

The disease will wither in time for sure

Real foreigners, conflict and stress, will forever rest in peace.

When will cousins become siblings!

When will sense in intelligent minds emerge,

To its roots, will the disengaged family ever stretch its wings,

Will all nations in the earth ever converge?

When will it be free from enemies and weapons,

Fighting and killing, for some words and notions,

Wonder, dear earth, if we could ever make a flag for you,

For you might deserve an independence day too.

Old young photo

Years later,

an old young photo dropped

on the floor;

I was cleaning my desk,

Picked it up.

A young me in an old photo

I looked closely,

With my glasses.

Curly black hair,

sporty smile shining out

broad and bold,

dreamy eyes

at the camera,

ready to write unknown stories,

bring the moonlit nights

sunshine days

from the oceans...

The faded color,

the line in the middle

that spoke of time, lied.

Now

I look at my frame

With the young mirror in front

that my hand holds...

In the midst of changes,

Nothing has changed.

I place the photo on the table.

Dedicated to a friend

Invent words, not weapons

Invent words, not weapons

Juicy, fleshy, rich, worthy words

Frenmy, Enemend, leapons

jeshnalla, shivlink, worldan,

If words have formed, deformed

They will also reform, transform

If through the years you fought for words

It is through words you'd rebuild your world

An engaging game

That knows no end

Rendezvous with the trespasser II

Dead

I wish I were dead.

So I didn’t have to drink

My blubbering tea

Watch the wailing TV

Witness, observe and see

And count the enchanting life, dead.

It’s not about values

Not about ethics

It’s not about winning, losing

Not about polemic

It’s about people living a while ago, lying dead

In my darling paris my bubbling siblings, silenced.

Anger will rise, revenge will cry

Through the years sporadic tears will dry

With candles of condolence

And move on again and again

To this animosity it seems there’s no end

I wish I were dead instead.

What kind of a poem was that? Dead? You wrote it, didn’t you?

Yes I did.

You!

Yes I wrote it...who do you think I am huh? I am telling you again and again that I am a common human being...an ordinary human being. It’s only when you come, I feel different..that’s all. I have the right to be angry, to grieve, to weep, to cry.

But this is not going to help. You need to overcome this. These emotions will energise the school you want leaders to demolish as a service to the world, which does not exclude the students of the school in question.

Yes I know. But now I am not in the right frame of mind.

So shall I leave?

Yes. Leave.

But Obama and Putin are meeting!

So? So what? Okay don’t leave... tell me. But please don’t tickle me and say all those hoosh hoosh thing...and don’t make me laugh, ok?

Okay.

Wait...what are you doing... you have totally taken grip over me...you are squeezing me and taking all my pain away... ok I just listen....

Between Wednesday 7 January 2015 and Friday 13 November 2015, you have two attacks in Paris. This time, the attack happened in six different places in Paris. Well, nothing stopped in between. Everything moved on with the exception of some lives dead on the streets, perhaps drowned-forgotten with tears of condolences or washed away in the fire of anger. Businesses continued, share prices panicked, solaced shareholders, and TV channels continued to entertain with eyeballs pouring in as footfalls. And life continued.

During this time, the school of terrorism was doing their homework. Homework that was insane with single-minded dedication, something that you lack, frankly speaking. Attacking six different places in Paris is no mean task, it needs coordination, talking to people, convincing people to open fire, arranging for guns, weapons, chalking out a foolproof plan; and remember all of this right in the middle of a country whose intelligence has a proven track record. Well this needed effort that had to factor physical and other dependencies. This incident has also created a major confusion in the minds of people that perhaps the third world war has begun, and that this time it is West versus East. What were you doing during this time? I will tell you what you did. You let the persons be terrorists. Otherwise how would you let a person with multiple criminal records be on the loose...why didn’t you let the person be with the Brahmakumaris or with Osho? You could have just watched the person/s closely too. Remember you had the support which the school did not have. They carried guns which could have been neutralised through remote sensing, but this needs deployment of intelligence which is unfortunately busy elsewhere.

You are busy with Mars and other planets, but you don’t seem to be as busy with the earth. For other planets you have tons of money and brilliant minds to waste, but for the earth, where you live, you have nuclear weapons, don’t you? What have you done? What are you still doing? Will you not ever come to your senses? You are so helplessly faithful and dependent on weapons and wars that you’d never ever consider the possibility of walking over them?

You have been focusing on strengthening your security, which is a good thing. However your securities are failing over and over again...why? It’s because you are not focusing hard enough on your insecurities. If you did that your insecurities would perish and your securities will automatically strengthen.

It is a joyous moment for the earth that Putin and Obama are meeting. Friends who were lost in the wilderness of misunderstandings are now meeting. This friendship between two countries will not cause any more insecurity to any other countries. They will look at each other, shake hands, and finally hug. A new beginning...they will talk openly about what they did to each other in the past...something that they will not repeat...they’d work on their respective insecurities. Imagine the liberty this meeting will give to several Russians and Americans, and this energy will be spread out in your world...then entire world will benefit out of this.

I would urge you to enable people to look at the world as a whole. Internationality is the key. The English are proud of England, Americans proud of the Americas, Japanese proud of Japan, Afghans proud of Afghanistan... in this respect, you haven’t changed at all... and you talk of change? When will Indians be proud of China, and Chinese proud of Kiwis, Pakistan proud of Australians, when will Greek be proud of Egyptians, when will English be proud of Algerians, French proud of Mexicans, when will Germans be proud of Nigerians, Americans proud of Malays and Russians proud of Pakistanis? I am telling you repeatedly that with your intelligence, emotional and otherwise, it is possible. In this light of internationality you will lose yourself in the sheer joy, and yet can find your respective lands better. Just as now you are losing yourself...can you find yourself now.... come on....dance with me...I am holding you from all over... merry-go-round... I I I... can you find your I...yes? no? what? .... I know you are losing it...and yet you are getting it back.  In the same way, all you insecurities will hoosh away... you can make it possible to eradicate the object ‘enemy’ from your earth...and this will be your greatest victory. Rely on intelligence that is based on the simple principle of ‘live and let live’...this is the key. I want you to experience this pleasure in your earth.  Have you ever thought of this... how is it that everyone is proud of their own country, but not so proud of the world...how is that possible to even process and nurse this painful thought for years and years? This is where a shift needs to come when everyone will really feel proud of their respective countries and also of the world. This can come through leaders of all countries, by applying intelligence. It involves engagement and occupation.

Instead of inventing weapons of mass destruction to declare power, how about inventing a machine that can purify the air...that can add freshness into the polluted rivers, can make acres of inhabitable lands habitable? Don’t tell me it is impossible... before inventing Brail who would have ever thought of including blind readers... parachutes and submarines have been invented by you, sign language for the hearing impaired, wheel chairs for the physically challenged and lots of other meaningful inventions to make the world more liveable, more enjoyable. Beautiful people that you are you need to invent things to demolish the object ‘enemy’ from your innovative minds. In reality that you are going through right now with me in this dance, there is no conflict, no enemy...there is peace, nothing but peace...with intelligence you can see it in your world.

In this world, word doesn’t exist, I have nothing to do with words, I never had....but in your world, you have invented word. It’s a good thing because it is your strength; you can reach a higher level of consciousness through words. However, your over dependence on this strength has created weapons and the concept of enemies...you are fighting merely for words...come back...return to wordlessness...return to feelings...and then go back and see the world...the same words would appear different...like magic even the word enemy, weapon can also sound sweet...like human, heaven...repeat...human, heaven... human, heaven...again... human, heaven...I am just kidding, as I always do...but I said whatever I had to say on words...ah one more thing...I was talking about the word non-violence... you’d asked me to explain. Replace the word with peace. I know you have been using this word because it has been endorsed by many able leaders, even by many spiritual leaders. I am not saying it is wrong, but after discussion, you might consider because words mean everything in your world. I think the word need not be used because it is leaning on the word violence. The word ‘non’ is short and weak, therefore, it loses its impact. Say non-violence...say it again... you are prolonging the word violence. There is another reason too... listen carefully.... in the word ‘non-violence’, there are three /n/ sounds, the first two from the word non, and the last one from the word violence...what you are left with is one /n/ sound...so every time you utter the sound non-violence...you seem to physically imprint the opposite in your brain thus creating noise or confusion. Therefore, the word, however noble it might be, needs to be replaced. Invent a word where there is complete annihilation of violence. Strange thing is that although you are talking about internationalisation, there is no word as internationality, as mentioned earlier... you will see a red underline! But then, as I said already, if you practise wordlessness (even this word doesn't exist in your vocabulary, but this I understand why!), all words would sound sweet.

Invent words, not weapons

Juicy, fleshy, rich, worthy words

Frenmy, Enemend, leapons

jeshnalla, shivlink, worldan,

If words have formed, deformed

They will also reform, transform

If through the years you fought for words

It is through words you'd rebuild your world

An engaging game

That knows no end

Now I am releasing you...I am letting you go...I am letting you be.

Thank you! But tell me..do you want me to delete ‘Dead’?

No..why... let it be..without any pain... enjoy!

But you didn’t tell me how to convert sea-water into drinking water and that teaching happens in words, but learning doesn’t happen through words. Are you busy now?

No I am seldom busy. Turning sea-water into drinking water is not quite difficult. Nature does it every day. The clouds come from the waters of seas, oceans, rivers, lakes...but in various layers the conversion or standardisation happens and when you get them back as rains, you don’t find any salty water. Follow the same process and you will also be able to do it. Invent a machine which can do that. If you can invent machines to go to Mars, nuclear weapons, you will be able to do this in time.

Do you think our scientists haven’t thought of that?

Yes they have... but somehow they have given up...as I said, they are now focussing on something else.

Why did you tell me this? I won’t be able to explain this to such intelligent people... they’ll make fun of me.

You will do nothing. But do that nothing with all your heart. Things will be done.

I also told you that in your world, teaching happens through verbal communication, but learning happens through non-verbal communication...this creates a huge gap and misunderstandings.

Can you give some examples?

Yes...let me first give you examples which people living in your part of the world would understand more quickly, and then I will give one example which everyone would understand quickly and easily. Do you see people riding bikes without helmets?

Ha ha ha!!! You notice these things as well...ha ha ha!!! It’s not you...it’s me who’s talking. (Suddenly there’s silence.) Oh...I am sorry...please carry on.

Or people driving without wearing seat-belts?

Yes, I do.

And there are also these youngsters who ride bikes and talk on the cell phones by slightly tilting their heads...have you noticed that? Who has taught them this posture, this body language? Who? Are these things taught? Anywhere? But they are learnt...like this, there are many examples across the world which can help you identify this as a phenomenon and then work on it. While scientists would have an engaging work ahead, so would linguists, poets, artists and industrialists.

Okay I get it, but what about the other example?

I don’t have to spend much time here. Example is in scriptures. I will just take one very common example. What is taught through words is ‘hate the sin, not the sinner’.

Dead

I wish I were dead.

So I didn’t have to drink

My blubbering tea

Watch the wailing TV

Witness, observe and see

And count the enchanting life, dead.

It’s not about values

Not about ethics

It’s not about winning, losing

Not about polemic

It’s about people living a while ago, lying dead

In my darling paris my bubbling siblings, silenced.

Anger will rise, revenge will cry

Through the years sporadic tears will dry

With candles of condolence

And move on again and again

To this animosity it seems there’s no end

I wish I were dead instead.

moving metanoia

The other day, like any other day, the sun was rising

the moon leaving, dewdrops in their usual chores, birds chirping...

It's possible to have a no-weapon world,

to wash dirty battles from the bloody minds

no enemies, no conflicts, no feuds of any kind.

The Cloud from the hearts, completely cleared

like the sun, rose from us the red warm peace,

shifted the minds with a powerful charming ease.

Grass is greener on this side.

It’s easy to make everyone happy.

Borders now, an unmanned formality,

everyone sings the tune with unmatched alacrity

facts lying dead are crime and poverty.

Insecurities from every land perish and wither,

no scarcity; sea water science converts into drinking water

no immigration, no computer virus, no firewall

businesses flow, flourish with unending wherewithal.

Globalization and localization see themselves as twins

army has a new role; to protect us from calamities unforeseen, 

all countries are rich, at the helm of their success

affluence is here for good, to stay at its best.

Of their neighbours’, countries safeguard the interest,

scientists, artists, leaders are working without rest.

New seed emerges from the inmost living heart,

operas change their content, not the ardour and the art.

Stones have moved from the eyes and the ears,

sparkling are the stars that were hidden for years.

The earth!! O the earth! Earth is the Eldorado, it is our Eden.

It was here since time as our golden diamond garden.

The new-found land; a usual day brings,

the world is now seen as one human being.

Clots completely cleared, every cell’s healing.

If all countries gain, our living heaven wins

if any country fails, our glorious garden loses;

this is the riff my world now chooses!

The shift in the mind we bring into fruition

a real change emerged, an engaging competition.

*metanoia, an ancient Greek word (μετάνοια) meaning "changing one's mind".

Rendezvous with the trespasser

He came to me again. It was just a bundle of glowing nothing that I call a he, could be a she too, but who cares... I will tell you what he did. He made love with me, I did not know my body had so many holes; in fact it is full of holes through which he was pouring a strange kind of movement I can loosely call love, because I was feeling good, aroused and sexy. Wait I will tell you what he said to me.

I heard him first say that every single leaf, every single grass, every drop of sand and water had the power of infinite wealth, can feed the entire world.

Why are you telling me all this? Why? Who will believe in this? Who? There are intelligent people who see scarcity of water in the ball which is floating in water, and you are telling me all this crap? I don’t believe this at all.

He smiled and started tickling me, and I went hee hee hee...this went on until I said okay, I believe you.

And then suddenly, he was serious and brought in front of me all the leaders of the world. I never ever witnessed this before. And the intent of the meeting was on how to make every country rich. They brought in scientists with them who were looking at lands of all the countries of the world from a different perspective. Everyone was trying to make Africa as rich as Europe and Americas, the eastern side of Europe and Asia can become an Australia was what they were saying. Everyone was discussing about the world as a whole. Economists were disturbed because they had to re-write theories.

Is this the real change you were talking about the other day? I remember you were talking about immigration, checks and balances; that we are different and not different at the same time; that the world will occupy and engage in letting poverty and weapons rest in peace. So these scientists and leaders are now doing that? Are these scientists real? Are these leaders real?

He smiled.

Wealth, endless wealth, sexy wealth, pure wealth... I was floating in wealth. I saw myself as the world. I saw myself as a citizen of all the countries of the world. Not one part of my body did I not find in them. I felt pain with their pains, joy with their joys.

The man came and plucked the pain away, he just said hoosh, and it went away! ...And then there was this vast ocean of kindness, of sex. He made me discover how poverty and weapons have trespassed into my world. How every misery can go away at the click of a mind...I heard the click, it sounded like the same click...like the bomb scientists invented to destroy the world. How strange...it is the same sound? Exactly the same?

But hang on; Reality is not like that hoosh of yours. I don’t believe this at all.

He smiled and started tickling me, and I went hee hee hee...this went on until I said okay, I believe you.

Who can do this? Who can bring this reality into this world?

He smiles and looks at me!

Me???? Me!!!! I am not a pious man...no no not at all....what are you thinking...am I a saint or something??? O boy...just go away... it means I have to talk to people, those intelligent people and convince them about this?? Cela demande trop d’effort monsieur le merde. Listen I am calling you names, aren’t you angry?

He smiled and started tickling me, and I went hee hee hee...this went on until I said okay, I will do.

Suddenly serious, he looked at me.

Now what?

He sent me a message through my numerous holes, like waves in my ears..ugh, eugh, ugh...he  assured me that all I needed to do was tap, tap, tap...and it will be done.

What? Tap, tap tap!!! Is this some kind of a juvenile joke?

He smiled and started tickling me, and I went hee hee hee...this went on until I said okay, I will do.

I went on... tap, tap, tap...I think I can do that! I went on ... tap, tap, tap. Hey... when you are doing it sounds like the same click...the magic click...tap, tap, tap... but when I do that, it sounds a little heavy...why? I want to do it just like you... I know it’s easy...but I can’t... ok I will try...I know I will get there...let’s do it...tap, tap, tap...

I woke up from my sleep, from my dream. My honeymoon is not over; it will never be, for I know the trespasser will come again to show me my world, my real world.

I will again hear him say that every single leaf, every single grass, every drop of sand and water has the power of infinite wealth, can feed the entire world.

To rape is human

Changed version

To rape is human.

It is neither inhuman, nor beastly.

Beasts don’t rape in jungles for heaven’s sake.

Human beings do, in cities, towns and in villages.

Does it pain to see rape as human?

Where does it pain? In your brain, from where

gray cells flow through the pipe?

Is that the reason you want to see rape as inhuman?

Or do you want to hide behind the beastly hype?

So you could molest and violate

Women, again and again?

From a new-born to an old

Your indifferent mind is blind and cold

Beasts would speak of horror and shame

If they had words to speak the same

To be beastly, is heavenly

All beasts are realised souls

To you it might sound silly

For your eyes 'pray' only for those holes.

If women decide to take off the seed

Pluck the germ of ‘birth’

From the face of the earth

The sperms in your tool would shiver for a rest

Wither away in time, without arrest

Civilization would cease.

Rapists wouldn’t be born

From any womb

To rape a human

Rape would stop when all women would decide to drop their vagina onto the oceans. We need the Pied Piper to come out of the poem and re-initiate.

Earlier version

To rape is human.

It is neither inhuman, nor beastly.

They don’t rape in jungles for heaven’s sake.

Why does it hurt, where exactly?

Does it sing a tune of pain, in your organ?

Is that the reason you label the act as thus?

Or do you want to hide behind the beasts?

So you could molest the breasts

From where fed you the nectar

And rape again?

If women decide to take off the seed

Pluck the germ of ‘birth’

From the face of the earth

The sperms in your tool would shiver for a rest

Wither away in shame, without arrest

Civilisation would stop.

Rapists wouldn’t be born

From any womb

To rape a human

Rape would stop when all women would decide to drop their vagina onto the oceans. We need the Pied Piper to come out of the poem and re-initiate.

Final version, as edited by Nic who writes with the pen name ifyouplease in UKAuthors, is as follows:

Rape is human. 
It is neither inhuman, nor beastly. 
Beasts don’t rape in jungles for heaven’s sake. 
Human beings do, in cities, towns and in villages. 
Does it hurt to see rape as human? 
Is that the reason you want to see rape as inhuman, 
And hiding behind the beastly hype 
alleviates the pain? 
But this won't stop it. 

From a new-born to an old 
Your indifferent mind is blind and cold 
Beasts would speak of horror and shame 
If they had words to speak the same 

To be beastly, is heavenly 
All beasts are materialized souls; 
To some it might sound silly 
For their eyes prey only on those holes. 

If women decide to take off the seed 
Pluck the germ of ‘birth’ 
From the face of the earth 
The sperms in your tool would shiver for a rest 
Wither away in time, without conception 
Civilization would cease. 

Rapists wouldn’t be born 
From any womb 
To rape again.