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.

Fox

O fox! Lovely little fox,

My sweet innocuous animal!

Cunning! Which orthodox

Sketched you the title?

O fox! For fables’ sake, pardon us.

My innocent bestial, please note,

To picture our meanness and mistrusts,

In were you framed; made a scapegoat.

Eagle

An eagle

A success-symbol

Flying high

But never looking at the sky

A lone eagle

Just another beautiful bird

Beyond the human herd

Let it enjoy and fly

Organisation zone

This article is in response to numerous posts on LinkedIn blaming the managers as incompetent, as people who are the very cause of disengagement amongst the team members of their respective projects. The posts also say that organisations are recruiting wrong people as managers.

While I understand that these posts stem out of frustrations, I find them laughable, just as laughable would find the recruiters of managers! Please understand that all organisations are recruiting right kind of managers, as their representatives, their porte-parole. I don’t know if it would be unfair to draw out a similarity between terrorists and all private organisations, but, the behaviour, the signals sent out to non-conformists and the way justice is meted out to them killing multiple people in broad day light under the behest of HR is strikingly similar. I am saying this with a lot of affection which, I pray you understand; ‘love it or leave it’ is what private organisations believe in. Everything these children do is based out of competition, including their CSR activities! Why so? Well, why not so! This model of competition, killing, back-stabbing, gundaraj is working everywhere.  What I find amazing is that these activities are carried out under the banner of protecting employees as families, rest assured there is nothing called ‘family’ in all these profit-seeking organisations masked as being employee-centric. They are there in the market to make profit, to make them the best of the best, to excel, to deliver high performance and client satisfaction, that's all. With experience they have gathered over the years, this system is validated as foolproof, in time, as it works every time and all the time. So it is here to stay.

Organisations, private organisations, have failed to deliver two vital things to their employees, viz. stability and peace. In fact, for all practical purposes, they’d undermine these and usher in 'instability' and the object 'war' as an excuse to growth and excellence. It is only wise, therefore, to accept these rules as fellow employees have to work for a living, to bring home food. If you went against these ‘philosophies’, you would be shown the door for sure. You would go begging from door to door, like a popper, much to their amusement.

There was this employee who sent an angry mail to the manager using an expression ‘blessed organisation’. For this, issues and transfers followed one after the other until the time the employee was killed (thrown out) in broad day light, and mind you, without a right to return. How are these managers different from those who don’t want to hear anything against their faith? How! Then there was another employee who found some typos (in all forms actually!) in the manager’s English and showed the foolishness to point them out. Sure enough, issues followed, and sure enough the inevitable had to happen.

All of these killings are justified, recorded as fair; you won’t be able to convince them it is wrong, just as you cannot convince those people who slay innocent lives.  Private organisations are also headed by extremely intelligent people, toppers from colleges, you could also find very saintly people as the founders and senior executives, just as you find very intelligent and saintly people in the horrid zones too.

So  recruitment of managers who specifically disengage the workforce is going to happen, love it or leave it. My advice to you is to be very careful with these very competent people, because ordinary mortals like you need to work to fend for your families, the concept of which is marketed in most private organisations. Your grievances, if any, would be recorded, meetings will also be held, with the inevitable outcomes. With all these processes in place, my only advice would be 'compliance'; please comply with them, because private organisations do a lot of good too; their goodness is recorded and quantified, some of them rank as best employers as well. So please stop judging, because there is no point.

Just focus on your work. Do not backchat, argue.

Keep smiling.

Friends

Friends! They’ve qualities a bit special and stark,

A mélange of a parent, sibling, spouse and a child

A tad informal, outside they reside, off the family mark,

Yet in them, we look for our home, a comfort, we find inside.

Friends! They’re ageless to the very core,

Same age, or decades younger or older to you,

Could be miles apart, or a person next door,

They define and defy all boundaries, milieu.

Friends! They’re a keep, not a symbol to flaunt,

Celebrities, erudite, panwalas*, all the same,

Fools judge their company, duds praise or taunt.

Market conditions of guilt, pride or shame.

Friends! They may not always stand beside

When you are in dire or pressing need,

For that, if you brushed them aside,

It’s your failure indeed.

Friends! They become you, you your friends become,

With them you dive in, keep afloat, swim or sink,

With them around, your sailing world becomes a home,

A shore-less bond beyond rests in the ocean of friendship.

Note:

*panwalas  - This may also be spelled as "paanwallah". Literally taken, this means "betel leaf seller". It is composed of two Hindi words, "Paan", which means "betel leaf" and "wala" (or "wallah") which means "person associated with". Betel leaf and areca nut is a common breath freshener in India and there are other ingredients added as well depending on region, similar to sausage varieties in German towns. It is a chewable product. (Source:Wikipedia) 

The irreverent

Scene: A court

You are one man without basic manners

Minimum courtesy is to use salutation for the aged

Don’t you know it matters?

Use Miss, Mister, Madam and Sir

It’s a civilised world here.

And what the hell are you scribbling there, show!

 It’s a contempt of court, don’t you know

(The man chuckles)

What? You want to say something? (Looks at the jury, laughs)

“Yes.”

Say!

“I am sorry, but age matters little to me

It’s so unkind to remind one of those years

Salutations, merely decrepit, a superannuated thought

People disrespect with feathers of the sort

I respect all, would want to make it clear

The gray hair and wrinkles, visible lies, you see

For me, it’s a bluff.”

It’s a civilised world here. Your staffing is enough!

If you don’t salute, it only has one effect

A mark of disrespect!

Again?? What the hell are you scribbling there!

Hiding like a criminal, inside the court, how do you even dare?

“No, it’s just a letter... a lie... not of any worth to you”

Give the damn thing to us, we’ll read what is not so true

(Snatches the letter, everyone to their hearts’ content, grinned)

“Mr. Jesus, Madam Durga and Reverend Allah

Please accept my apologies, all through the years, I have sinned.”

Ha ha ha... behind the bars you will your lessons learn

For today, the court is adjourned.

The fall

flowers

in love with the grasses

detached from the holders

the sounds of waters

from the nearby brooks

and those of the birds

marries the fall

the garden

a stage of fallen flowers

a bed, full of lovers

with fresh brown whispering leaves

night and day

ceaselessly unite here

in moments, bloom

through millions of dawn and dusk

the numerous cracking, befriend,

celebrate the falling

waves of time, fall on the shores
folks write, written

seeds of love-thoughts, drop on the ground

this is nature, in permanence

loving and making love

in multiple folds, old anew

o sense, loud and mute

a sad wall, an island

accursed, live and stand

a death that does not die, ages

perpetually distant

its height cannot smell the grass

from where waves wither its cold feet

a non-living, inert symbol

trained, groomed, never to fall

all around, surrounded by

breaking, falling

sounds of love

ready to lose

a bee just pierced a hole

at the bottom

a cracking sound

with an ouch,

it went to the other side

busy

in the same way

falling,

failing, and

falling
in all of this
the sole wall 
looks old