Woven:Week Forty of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Quilts are woven in many cultures for various reasons.  Quilts are colorful, a harmonious cacophony of colors. They tell a story, story of love, story of passion, story of hardship, story of survival and story of rejuvenation. Sadly in the quilt of nations, the harmony of colors is missing.  It is replaced by false vanity of nationality, ethnicity, race, religion, language etc.  From our childhood we are bombarded by stories from our past, our cultures, our mythology. These are woven into the fabric of our everyday existence, so much so that we consider anybody else not sharing the same as aliens. They are not woven into the fabric of the quilt of our existence.

Technology has made the world smaller, brought people much closer. Technology also has made it easier for bigots to spew venom, spread hatred. Isn’t it time for us to weave a new story, a modern story of the human race? A story of hope, a story of all of us coming together, a story of march for justice and peace for all.  If that story can be woven successfully, what a legacy we shall leave for posterity.

With that thought in mind, for week forty of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”, I chose “Woven” as the starting word for my poem.  Now, my dear readers, it’s time for me to go and finish writing my poem before it is midnight and Wednesday rolls into Thursday.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Nov-2-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Worship

Worship I may not
One and only God
Rather I will
Silently make a prayer to
Humanity to stop these
Insane killing wars and let
Peace reign in this world

Worship I will not
On the alter of greed
Religions that teach and
Spread gospels of
Hatred and divisiveness
Insulting others who does not
Pray to their gods

Worship I can not
Only to have doubts
Ruining my life
Strength of my faith
Humble though it may be
I am sure one day
Pull me out of this misery

Worship I will
One that is
Ready to heal and bring a
Stop to the world’s
Hunger, hatred and heinous crimes
Imbibing in everyone’s heart a feeling of
Pride to be at peace with one and all


Write anything Wednesday Oct-19-2016

 

WALK:Week Thirty of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Walking is my favorite form of exercise.  I am not talking of brisk walking, though at times I am forced to do it.  From time to time I do hit the treadmill, have one at home.  It takes up more space than I ever wanted, but one have to indulge their better half to keep peace at home.

What I really like is a leisurely walk, absorbing the environment around me. Walking, for me is blissful.  I forget my worries, my anger slowly dissipates and before I know it I become one with my surroundings. School kids walking or biking to school, old lady carrying groceries in plastic bags, the runner impatiently waiting for the signal to turn green, woman applying makeup while driving, everyone has a unique story to tell. Walking allows me to observe life as it unfolds.  After a long time, yesterday night I went for a long walk with my dog Skooby.  The night was cool and serene. Even Skooby must have realized that I was in no hurry.  He stopped here and there, smelled around and tried to mark his territory everywhere but after a couple of brisk attempts he did not have much left to mark anything.  The road was completely empty even though it was not that late.  I was at peace with myself. Wish I could have walked some more but I had an early morning appointment.  That walk must have done a lot of good because I slept like a baby and woke up refreshed in the morning.

Walk is going to be the starting word for my poem today for week thirty of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”.  I hope I can do justice to walk and you will enjoy it as much as I enjoy my walk.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Aug-24-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Law of the Jungle

Spreading and suppressing
Helping hands
Always available
Strength of the sword
Supporting organized religion

Messages and teachings of peace and nirvana
Languished in the country of its birth
Till got the backing of a repenting royal
And the strength of the exchequer
To spread to the world beyond

Followers of messenger of peace
Persecuted and forced underground
Nearly driven to extinction
Came roaring back with royal patronage
To persecute and oppress those
Who won’t follow the book
Or did not fit the mold
Burnt at the stakes as witches
Crusades and inquisitions
To kill and convert
In the name of the one
Who gave his life for others

Colonization followed by proselytization
In the name of saving their souls
Destroying native cultures
Enslaving millions
Uprooted from their homes
All condoned and blessed
In the name of the
Unknown one

The religion of peace
Spread by the
Strength of the sword
There is no other
Except the great

Spread his name
By force if need be
No instruments of conversion
Off the book
Make the world homogeneous
By hook or by crook
Liquid gold underground
Spread the new found wealth
To spread his name
Pretend atrocities in his name
Work of a radicalized few
Silent majority afraid of
Wrath of the sword
Exacting tacit support

Socialism and communism
Another name
For same organized game
Rule of the proletariat
By ruling over the proletariat
Sending millions to gulags to die
Power flowing from the barrel of the gun
Rulers of proletariat having all the fun

During the course of human history
It has always been the same
Whoever has the mightier sword
Writing the rules of the game
Organized activities, politics or religion
Or the Olympic games, all the same

Meek shall inherit the world
Reduced to ashes by
Games played by a powerful few

Till then it’s the
Rule of the jungle
Eons ago from where we came
Eat or be eaten
Be silent and save your skin

Of course I am meek and PC
I didn’t say any name
I do love dearly
What’s on top of my neck.