An Anthology of Thoughts: March 2012

One day, looking for enlightenment
I was foraging in the vast kingdom of knowledge, as usual.
I had hope that within this seemingly endless ocean
There must be a lamp of wisdom,
Which could make the whole world shine
Like sparkling stars in the sky.

I thought that beneath this vast open space
Spreading throughout as a boundless ocean
Somewhere there would be some ring, crown or tiara
That would provide unlimited power,
Power to think, debate and reason.

Questing for that “key to enlightenment”
I searched here and there
Until in front of me
I found an old, scholarly figure.
Looking at him I started asking questions,
Who are you? Where are you from?
What are you doing here?

Then that man opened his mouth,
Gave the answer to all my questions
And when he spoke I remained silent
May be, I had found what I was looking for,
I had found the answer to all my problems.

Antichrist Vs. Antichrist

Two allegorical figures
stood between flames
encircling them from all sides
in a ring of fire.
They looked full of anger
hatred, enmity, antagonism
They looked like Philistines, barbarians
incapable of appreciating art, love , peace, beauty.
It looked like it was the final battle
between Antichrist and Antichrist

Human

I can think doesn't make me a thinker
I can know doesn’t make me knowledgeable
I can feel doesn't make me sensitive
I can explain doesn’t make me a professor
I can be good doesn’t make me the best
I can be bad doesn’t make me the worst
I can appreciate doesn’t make me a patron
I can like doesn’t make me an aficionado
I can be liked doesn’t make me charismatic
I can love doesn’t make me a lover
I can be loved doesn’t make me attractive
I can hate doesn’t make me a misanthrope
I can be hated doesn't make me hateful
I can be a non believer doesn’t make me a misotheist
I can be a theist doesn’t make me orthodox
I can take risks doesn't make me venturesome
I can write doesn’t make me a poet
But still I can be compassionate
And it certainly makes me a human.

Return of Quetzalcoatl

Men in iron armors
came in ships, landed on the shore
Seemingly the king allowed them inland
marking it as the return of
the feathered serpent Quetzalcoatl.
Omens did warn
Events did try to tell
that the mighty king Montezuma
had welcomed his own death.
This procession that landed in Mexico
was not heavenly but of the Spanish
The man who was confirmed as the feathered serpent
was not Quetzalcoatl but Cortes.
These conquistadors waited for their chance
and finally they established themselves
and the mighty Mesoamerican empire
fell in the hands of colonizers.
An entire civilization came to an end
only ruins were left
the passion of the Spanish for gold
resulted into a major theft.
The ones who were prosperous
now starved for food
the race that was feared once
were now dragged my chains.
But still it was a return of a god,
the god of devastation
in the disguise of Quetzalcoatl

Siege of Leningrad

For almost 900 days
a city was cut from supplies
surrounded by all sides,
still it survived.
Fast and swift attacks
let the city be rubble
unimaginable by the scene
unimaginable was the trouble.
Among those ruins
corpses were left open
for the rolling eyes of scavenges
it felt like a place better than heaven.
But still among these series of attacks
the city did not become extinct
there was still a hope
a group of people did exist.
Waiting for relief
2 years passed by
and still there was no sight
the enemy was all around.
Finally the brigade arrived
and the people were rescued
but in these 2 years
a lot had changed.
In this period
they had seen destruction
living in debris and stones
they wanted reconstruction
In this small period of time
these men and women witnessed centuries
a single minute for them
was as long as a millennium.
these years for them
were not an act of heroism
but it was an event of destruction
it was the dehumanization of man.
The survivors of Leningrad
will never see themselves as heroes
but always as victims
targets of greed, envy and hatred.

History of Tommorow

A historian once wrote
a history never written
it was not a history of the past
but the history of tomorrow.
Thinking for hours
not taking rest
he ultimately took a pen
and scribbled it all on paper.
His words began
as he was a soothsayer
his words had confidence
as if he had himself looked into the future.
He narrated the tale
a tale that was predicted
he said that there would be no oil
no uranium, on coal and only water.
Streams would dry up
and rivers would be salty
large gigantic waves from the sea
would shape humanity's destiny.
He said that there would be every technology
but there would be no power
and we will drive our way back to prehistory
only difference being we would be not living in caves
but in rubble and ruins
we would not be hunting for animals
but greed would make us to
kill humans itself.

Sea of Darkness

Spreading across vast distances
it had drowned many villages in it
considered as unlucky by the locals
It was a site nobody wished to go
Its waters were dark as graphite
its depth had many mysteries in it
Its darkness told stories of the past
stories which were never repeated again.
A dark story which lies beneath it
tells the story of a legendary battle
in which warriors clanked their arms
and took the life of their enemies.
Their red glorious blood drained into this lake
and decayed for many long years
and now it has turned the lake into black
and now if you wish to know
the secret of its darkness
you would learn at once
that things decay and today's present will be tomorrow's past.

Reviving Past Glory

It is hard to believe
that we are being attacked
It is hard to believe
that we have been ransacked.
It is unbelievable
that we are going down
It is shocking
that fallen have our towns.
It is unimaginable
that we are in crisis
we may find it silly
that we are wasting time in analysis
It is hard to believe again
that we are living in hell
We are still thinking
how our past glory fell.
But still we will have to believe
all these things unbelievable
because the present is much different
than the gone old fable.
But we must believe one thing more
that we must not only believe
we shall also do something
so that when we are gone,
it is something 'unbelievable' we leave.

Brain Washed

I am filled with hatred
I am willing to make war
I don't know what is love
I have never heard about it
Nor I know peace, humanity or affection
But I know what is justice
And I am fighting for it
I have been denied Liberty
thus I have learnt not to let others be free
So I stand for the cause
To produce the ultimate result
So that no other person lives life like hell
So that no other person is denied justice
And this state could only be reached
By the supreme way
of the total destruction of the earth.

Changing into Stone

One day we advanced from cavemen to a civilized community
our community began cutting trees and clearing land
we started making small settlements
these turned into villages
some of these turned into towns
and a few ultimately into cities
but slowly we divided, started differentiating ourselves
we cut the earth into many pieces
all of them known as countries
we made allies and also enemies
we fought war and also made peace
and slowly we advanced more
we started conquering other lands
thinking that they are ours
we named them protectorates or colonies
but this system could not last long
the others were now educated too
they threw us away from their land
and rejected the claims of all colonizers
we advanced more and more
our cities touched the skies
but still only our technologies advanced
and our hearts turned into that of stone
and today when we walk on the streets of our cities
we look like machine men with machine hearts and machine minds

Season of Change

On that day when heavy winds blew
On that day when bright was the hue
On that day when nobody knew
That it was the season of change.
It was the day when in the sky
The moon present at day
The sun shone at night
It was strange but it was good
As it was the season of change
It was a day when there was light
The flag waved
At such a height
It was red but it was good
As it was the season of change
It was a day when the people were on streets
Granted independence
Now they were free
The laws had changed but it was good
As it was the season of change
It was a day when the eagle soared
The horse neighed
The lion roared
It was wild but it was good
As it was the season of change
On that day songs were sung
Bells rung and banners hung
As it was the season of change

Urban Wilderness

Between large skyscrapers
in this urban sprawl
walking along these cars
in the glass malls
among these machines
in those factories
in this gray urban jungle.
How can we say that
we are civilized?
You have a closer look-
we are wild, wild, wild!!!

The Monster of the Lake

Once a traveller came to a lake
to quench his thirst with water
but as he immersed his hands in the deep
he experienced someone pulling him.
Now the traveller was afraid
who was pulling his hand
was it a ghost or a beast
or was it the monster of the land.
The traveller tried to save himself
he wrestled with the unknown
but his hands were tangled in the weeds
and the traveller was slowly dragged from the shore.
His resistance was useless
he had lost himself
and a new devil took birth in him
which rests at the bottom of the lake.
Now he waits for his prey inside the lake
and as it comes he quenches his thirst with blood.

He Doesn't Exist

Walking by a road
In a land of tourists
Something I saw
that was unbelievable.
Every where you look
You could see shops
filled with luxury goods
there were shopping malls.
All along the street
Men and women in robes dominated
Big limos and cars parked everywhere
Was the scene here.
Theaters and glass buildings
Touching skies there stood
Street lamps and light glowed
as brightly as they could.
And among this crowd of well-dressed people
They was an odd one out
At the corner most he sat
He couldn't be seen
It looked like he didn't exist.

Globalization

You say you are reformers
To help us rise
You say you are liberators
To free our markets
You call yourselves modern
May be you are right
You can gulp everything
That comes in your sight.
You dominate the oceans
You dominate the sky
You dominate us
You dominate our mind
You do not call this hegemony
Monopoly or wrong
You want people to repeat your words
Like a rhythmic song
You say you are for a cause
You are fighting a war
You are a crusader
Fighting to unite the holy land .
You call your opponents Xenophobic Men
against the cause of globalization they stand,
against men and women.
You may be pure
Never done any sin
And if this if true
Then I am Xenophobic.

:-Probably written on June 20 2011

Cult of Personality

On a raised platform
In an open field
Surrounded by all sides
A man stood speaking.

His Words has weight
And His Face glowed
It Sowed a certain degree of seriousness
He looked a real leader.

Below the stage
People were listening
his firebrand words influenced their minds
gave a new hope intensively,effectively.

His raised fist and his call
for a radical idea
made the masses feel determined
for a better future.

:- Probably written on June 20 2011

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