Ignorance

I have not posted much on my blog for quite some time now to avoid the madness that the country is experiencing at present clouding my thought process and introduce undue negativity in my writing. However I had a sinking feeling that rust may have set in due to the prolonged non-use. I am not even sure if the piece below can be called a poem or not. I tried to stay away from politics as much as possible, so there is nothing political in the post. However readers beware, it has my other favorite topic, religion. So if you feel that you may be offended, stop here. I shall understand.

Ignorance

Bidding good bye to the night, the moon asked the rising sun,

What’s your religion, do you identify as Hindu, Jewish, Buddhist, Christian or Mussalman?

Painting the dawn sky red, the rising sun brightly replied,

I have but one and only one religion, that is to spread warmth and light.

From the beginning of time I shone my light on the earth without malice,

All the sages and seers, Zarathustra, Moses, Buddha, Jesus and Muhammad, all seen the light.

I do not discriminate, Vatican to Mecca, Jerusalem to Ayodhya,I spread the same light,

Every corner of the earth, everything I touch, I nurture without any divide.

Why suddenly is this question of religion, what are you trying to imply,

Now that humans trying to colonize you, are you afraid of being maligned?

Have you not noticed everything that nature has provided are free, no religions attached,

The light, wind, water, sound, all forces of nature, even pandemics, are unbiased.

Nature is magnanimous, nature is free, not bound by any religious boundaries,

Alas, so seems human ignorance that try to label the free supreme energy.

Growing Up

Growing up is no fun,

Before one realizes,

Grows up to

What used to be despised,

And now being resented

For being despised

For the same

That used to be despised,

And the whinings start,

For being misunderstood

Oh, why the world can’t see

What one sees,

Is the world that blind?

Growing up is

Surely no fun.

Waiting for Two Seventy

Just a humorous (I hope) look at the end of the presidential campaign in USA.

For those of us
who became two seventy(lb),
waiting for two seventy,
pound hard the ground,
to shed those extra pounds,
hit the ground running,
and not spend time golfing,
stop comfort food wolfing,
stay away from
fast food venues, and
welcome idly dosa
to the White House menu,
with two healthy leaders
to look up to, and
with the obese one on his
way out,
we should soon be
on our way to
shedding those
accumulated pounds, and
habits healthy, of
not tweeting early
every morning,
from the golden
toilet seat.

In search of the Unknown

gaze fixed on the stars,
a heart lost to the roses,
mind roaming the
realms of the unknown,
I take flight.

the light has shone,
alas, long gone,
darkness all around,
all illusion,
I seek the unknown.

what the heart felt,
the mind perceived,
eyes seek in vain,
try to comprehend,
all encompassing unknown.

from subconscious
to consciousness,
I soar,
my senses feel,
merge into the unknown.

The genie

I was sure I had bottled up
The genie,
and closed the lid shut tight,
Wary of being granted my wishes,
but always with a twist,
I promised myself I shall not ask.

Oh, how foolish was I,
she escapes every night,
the astral apparition,
comes dancing riding the clouds,
moonlight streaming from her hair,
dew drops dangling from her eye lashes,
lips soft like rose petals,
fingers like a painter’s soft brush,
she caresses.

Her breath like a soft breeze,
scented celestial, sensuous,
Softly I moan and try to embrace her,
to hold her tight to my chest,
my body burning with desire.

Gently she wiggles out and coos in my ears,
how dare you bottle up your heart,
and keep me away,
As I lament
another wasted night.

I can’t speak up for myself, will YOU

“appetite for rhino horn is so great that it now fetches up to $100,000/kg, making it worth more than its weight in gold. (Horns average around 1-3 kg each, depending on the species.)”
http://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2013/05/why-does-a-rhino-horn-cost-300-000-because-vietnam-thinks-it-cures-cancer-and-hangovers/275881/

I can’t speak up for myself, will YOU

First wrote: January 7, 2016
Updated    :  September 22, 2020
Today is World Rhino Day. When I first wrote this poem nearly five years back, I had no idea such a day existed. I wrote this poem because rhinos are very dear to my heart, specially one horned rhinos. I grew up with their images etched in my heart. They are the symbol of my home state in India. Unfortunately, to satisfy the libido of certain Oriental people, these gentle giants are being poached mercilessly just for their horns. These misinformed people have a belief that rhino horns have aphrodisiac properties, as if the world need more of them. If possible, please visit Assam, India, the home of the one horned rhinos. With sanctuaries like Kaziranga National Park (first one to be established), Manas, Orang and Pabitora, one is assured a view of these magnificent animals from close quarters. Shoot them as you like, but please use your camera only. Your visits may help raise awareness for continued safety of these docile giants and stop the nefarious lust of the people who poach them to satisfy their urge.

I can’t speak up for myself, will YOU

In the dead of night
Came death
Came silentlyRhino
But finished the work
With loud bangs
Took my mother
Away from me
She tried to save me
With all her might
She fought
But was no match
For their weapons
Her only weapon
Of defense
Mercilessly they cut
From her still warm bodyRhino4
What good it is for them
Mercy
They did not leave me alone
Before they left
The scene of
Their heinous crime
I was finished off
With a loud sound
We were peaceful
Docile
Just wanted to roam
In a little corner of the world
We called home
Their greed
Left us dead and mutilated
Now
I can’t speak up for myself
Will YOU?
Note:  All photos of dead rhinos from the

post http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2896446/Second-one-horned-rhino-space-month-butchered-poachers-Indian-national-park.html

Addiction

I confess,
I’m addicted.
My addiction does not leave my side.
Repenting, I went to you my love,
Alas, you are also addicted to the same,
and embracing your lover, you ignored me.

I sent you my beating heart,
Isn’t it lovely, my love?
Please like it,
My Android is waiting to acknowledge
your iPhone like.

I am sure, drugged as we are, and can’t talk,
my Android and your iPhone,
will surely connect.
After all, they are are choke full of
emojis of beating hearts.

Fantasy

what is life,
if not colored by a little fantasy?
I shall rather fly away
on the wings of my imagination,
than wither slowly by
dripping sands of time.
is there anything more painful,
than dying by grinding of the mundane?
let them ridicule me,
for my feet not being grounded;
will the bean counters ever comprehend,
ecstasy of riding the winged horses,
and flying away?

Heartbreak

Conditioned by heartbreaks such,
that I now look at praise askane;
if you find me aloof and distant,
know it’s not me, but
the fear of rejection
raising its ugly head;
I now fear the light that
hides the truth,
and embraced darkness unpretentious;
darkness that glitter with false light,
where hopes are drowned
in promises of elixir of life,
and love is traded and exchanged
in flesh markets;
Oh ye all with high hopes
of a bright future in your hearts,
enter here at your own risk,
for here hopes come to die,
and heartbreaks reign supreme.