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Premji

Premji is a talented poet born in a remote village named Madappad in Thiruvananthapuram District of Kerala, India. He writes poetry since 1996. He published a collection of short stories in Malayalam, named ‗Ananya‘ by Mulberry publications in 1999 and its copyright is dedicated to Pain and Palliative Care Society, Kozhikode. He published more than 300 poems and seventy stories in different on-line literary magazines.He is a founder member of www.indianruminations.com, a noted e-literary journal published from Thiruvananthapuram.

Personal website: www.premji.in [email protected]

INDIAN POESY

Poetry

Premji

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2020 A cobbler named Rama got married to Serena, a washer-woman. Ceremonies were avoided as the country face grave recession. Somehow he was able to get one glass of milk, for her to bring and them to share on their first night. When he was about to begin the act, heard somebody knocking on the door. 'Shit', he yelled out of frustration and opened the door. Two policemen and a White were standing at the doorstep.

'Gentleman, do you have the license? ' The White asked. (With strong American accent) 'For what? ' 'For making love, you know we have already patented it. So do you have it? ' 'No.' 'Well Gentlemen, what will you do when you find someone doing something which he is not allowed to? ‖ 'We will put him behind the bars.', said the policemen. 'Then why do you waste time? ' They took Rama and vanished in the darkness.

'Oh! Serena… You are a nice piece of ….. ' the White said while bolting from inside.

04.04.99

26/11, REMEMBRANCE OF MUMBAI ATTACKS Thank you Mr. Obama For you have spent a night In Taj Hotel, Mumbai... You still have a bruise in your soul 9/11 And we have another 26/11

Jamshadji Tata founded this hotel As a living revenge to the British Who denied him a room in a star hotel...

Mumbai Taj was burning for four days Accompanied by bullet fires and bomb blasts... How many men, women and kids perished? And the T V channels celebrated it live! How irresponsible are this media idiots! When a nation burns, they celebrate!

How calm is the face of KavitaKarkare, Wife of HemantKarakare, The hero, who sacrificed his life for the nation... Now She is silent about The under-quality bullet proofs Her husband wore on that fateful day... The rulers flutter with Z category security And the martyrs with bare chest... The bitter face of democracy! A nation is stabbed in the back!

The rulers care for the $ 2 billion dollar loss Caused by the 10 terrorists... Who cares for those who perished? They are mere votes!

A terrorist is not a Muslim And a real Muslim cannot be a terrorist For a real Muslim is made up of these words Truth Equality Fraternity Tolerance and Peace...

Islam is a garland Made of these pearls! And the never-ending chord is love! These six words, They are beyond any heaven!

But...

Let humanity win... O unquiet souls, Accept my embittered tears...

2010/11/26

(It is on the same day in 2008, Mumbai was attacked by Islamic terrorists.) A.I.C.C. 'All India Corruption Committee': Gandhi, the last Congress man, cries out...

2010/12/22 ABORIGINES Sometimes I wish: I could have born An Aborigine… I envy the ‗Jerwas‘ of Andamans…

They have some Strange dialect Free from alphabet They don‘t have To study in schools, Read newspapers No need to worry on Spreading of AIDS No need to worry on Global warming up No need to worry on Nuclear winter No need to worry on Globalization They are free from The pranks of knowledge

None of them perished During Tsunami, For they knew the Feelings of their Sea… Alas! Modern science failed To give at least a warning!

They face only the sublime reality, That we all share in common Before that scriptures are Useless, can you guess what it is? Hunger… which can easily Transform you An Aborigine!

30/05/08

AFTERLIFE ‗Blow up... Blown up first... Bloom up in afterlife‘ Clerics preach And silently laugh within Watching the seeds of terror..... 2010/11/06

AHIMSA I have a poet friend, A veteran, quite known for AHIMSA*

One day, I invited him for lunch. Boiled rice, a cup of curd, Pickle and some vegetable curry: The expertise of my poor wife!

‗Where is chicken curry?‘

‗What?‘

‗I don‘t take lunch without chicken curry‘

He shouted…

*do not harm, Non-violence

3/10/10

AIDS An American teacher Asked to an Indian Kid: 'What is the expansion of AIDS? '

'All Indians Die Soon' He replied!

2010/09/17

AM I CRAZY? Being a poet, I walk through the blade edge Separating sanity and insanity. The most lucid things I find are abnormal In some other set of eyes... That's the cruel face of life... But, sometimes I doubt...

2010/11/07

AMOEBA Guilt... when feeling of guilt: a cactus is growing, within the heart, body and soul.... and the very being, deserted, bleeding for ever......

see, the red flower... now, the thorns are shedding... your cactus is shrinking... o...it has vanished...

you feel an empty heart, mind and soul all empty... weightless like a feather, you float in air... you are reborn... a flower-baby... void...... aum...... au.. a.. amoeba! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

2010/11/05

A PLAN TO SAVE INDIA VISION 2020: COMBINED VISION OF FOUR GENERATIONS

Introducing a thought process to save India based on the teachings of Swami Vivekananda

‗Reflections on consciousness and inert matter, everything here is a garland with these two beads strung in different patterns.‘ --- Narayana Guru

SPIRITUAL DYNAMICS

Decay… Re-construction… New ideas… Continuous planning…. Enlightenment…

Lull before the storm… Await the twister….

Zero base management is a simple concept, A practical solution for our beloved Kalam Sir's Vision 2020. By 2020, Bharat (India) will be the most spiritually and economically Advanced nation on earth.

A nation without debt… A nation without poverty… A nation without unemployment… A nation without terrorism… A nation without barriers of language… A nation without corruption and political anarchy… A nation without ill- health… A nation prefect… Bharatvarsha… A dreamland with three billion productive man-hours everyday…

ARE YOU READY TO DIE FOR THE NATION BHARAT? IF SO, READ COMPLETELY…

The days of brain-storming are over… Now it is the time for mind-storming… It is a chain reaction… Await the concept of soul-storming…

How do we do it? How do we save our nation? How do we heal her wounds? How do we heal the world? How do we save her from pollution? How do we prevent global warming up? How do we end the nuclear winter? How do we bring peace back to earth?

A bloom everywhere! That is our dream….

Back to Infinite Intelligence… Back to divinity… Back to silence…

What is peace? Death of aversions, cravings and desires…

How do we achieve it? What are the steps? Whether it is possible? If possible, how much time will be taken?

Yes… It is possible and the time is just nine years….Within the life-span of ‗BHARATRATNA‘ Sri A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, our beloved master-mind…

A non stop-run for twelve years… Then the whole nation will run behind us… Come let‘s run together… Just for a common aim… Back to divinity… Void…….

What is the secret of success?

Pure knowledge… Right attitude… Excellent skills… Best habits… Spirituality… and above all constancy of purpose…

We have everything… Only thing what we have to learn is The utilization of all the above ideas On the basis of spiritual values of India

LOCALIZATION OF VALUES

We are going to implement a spiritual curtain For twelve years to teach every individual What Bharat is and what is her true spirit… I am the spirit. You are the spirit. Indomitable spirit

SPIRITUAL DYNAMICS

Joint families Only accountable money A nation free from debt Every child is free to learn things of his/her own choice Everybody is assured of jobs Enjoy old age life Free medical care Free air Free thinking No retirement, but committed life for nation… Earn with ethics Quality products Quality life No tax evasion 200 million new employment opportunities Rich nation Rich people Rich heritage Healthy youth and children Bright future! NO BRAIN / SOUL DRAIN

God‘s own nation

‗The mainspring of the strength of every race lies in its spirituality and the death of that race begins the day that spirituality wanes and materialism gains ground.‘ -- Swami Vivekananda

THE SOUL OF BHARAT LIES IN HER VILLAGES

Development of villages Death of excess mechanization Death of diseases Death of population hike Death of corruption Death of inflation Death of terrorism Peace… stagnancy… How can we rebuild the nation?

‗Truth, purity and unselfishness- wherever these three are present, there is no power below or above the Sun to crush the possessor thereof. Equipped with these, one individual is able to face the whole world in opposition.‘ --- Swami Vivekananda

ACTION PLAN

Collection of data using main frames Impart courage to everyman to fight injustice 100% free education 100% computer literacy 100% manpower utilization Lawful, legal and loyal life style Periodic medical check up Women empowerment Capital punishment for corruption Not even a single square inch Barron land Less use of oil Cultivation of bio-diesel plants nationwide Maximum importance for agriculture1 Recollection of ancient treasures like Ayurveda, martial arts, Vastusastra by constant touch with the soul universal! Back to medicine free life!

―Be free; hope nothing from anyone. I am sure if you look back upon our lives, you will find that you were always vainly trying to get help from others, which never came. All the help has come within yourselves…‖ ---- Swami Vivekananda

EDUCATION

Value added education Respect towards elders Thriftiness Hard work Study of nature Single university for every subject Continuous evaluation of teachers Continuous refinement of syllabus Good payment for nursery teachers Study of our heritage and our literature is a must Rejuvenation of Samskrutham (Sanskrit) All India entrance for common subjects Most advanced labs and research facilities No jealousy and inter-personal conflicts Continuous welcoming of new ideas Not allowing brain drain Education is celebration Compulsory sex education Most respect for females Unity with the soul universal…

UTILISE THE OPPORTUNITIES OF GLOBALISATION, PROTECT OUR INTERESTS BY LOCALISATION

AGRICULTURE

Everyone must be an agriculturist Most respect for agriculture Avoidance of middlemen Formation of producer companies Promoting products of common man Financial freedom for agriculturists Continuous search for new products Lesser mechanization for more job opportunities Equal wages for men and women Compulsory water harvesting Less green house effect Taking patents Quality means belief Afforestation

PUBLIC HEALTH

Free medicines Strict control over medicinal companies Data collection of all people of India Periodical medical check up Prevention of AIDS by self imposed spiritual isolation Increase the number of doctors Good payment of health workers Spreading martial arts Fight depression away Eradication of epidemics Mental health for everyone Fight medical corruption

TOTAL MANAGEMENT

Be a total surrender to the nation Application of logic Quick and well thought decisions Quality and service Human values Make everybody enlightened

Spiritual nation!

‗Never say no‘; never say ‗I cannot‘, for you are infinite. Even time and space areas nothing compared to your nature. You can do anything and everything, you are almighty.‘ - Swami Vivekananda

We are going to take the world like a ‗Twister! ‘

BE BHARATIYA, BY BHARATIYA , BUY THE PRODUCTS OF BHARAT

Unite and smile.. Unite and rule21/1/2006 APRIL NOTES O, April! You are the cruellest of all months!

You know April, love is a silent killer! Comes like a sniper, fires cannonballs into silent hearts! Changes them like erupt volcanoes! Transforms every mind, every moment cancerous which multiply in unknown progressions, chain reactions and I am sinking like Titanic!

O, April! Please don't torment me with your flowers yellow, stop your big bangs! Kiss my soul with your warm lips and let it be one among your everlasting flowers!

10.04.98

A QUERY TO THE SEA Please tell me Yourfavorite brand......

2010/11/11

A SPECIAL GIFT FOR St. VALENTINE‘S DAY A female Engineering student, fixed Hidden-Cam on the common bathroom wall. ‗I wanted to gift those videos, of Young girls taking bath, to my boyfriend On Valentine‘s Day‘... She told when got caught…. God! What a fantastic lover she is!

Youtube is a Super-hit, Facebook is Mega-hit But, the Terra-hit is yet to come: A 'tube‘ for uploading Voluntary self-exposing! Trillion times better than Uploaded by Voyeurs and Lover turned cheats!

'What an idea, Premji!'

Assaults against women are Increasing days by day... More and more women criminals are also Emerging everyday... Why, nobody talks about that?

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY...

(Behold, when you make every fake promise St. Valentine is stabbed in the back! 2011/02/13

How can we forgive the British for firing cannons continuously on these marvels?

BELUR AND HALEBID

Belur and Halebid Two marvellous places with Unique identity: Poetry on granite!

Halebid means ancient house She stands here from past Several centuries Under scorching sun And pouring rain, Made her carvings Polished like mirror So many idols of Hindu Deities And stories from epics Adorn the stone walls They are really perfect But sculptors who carved These stone monuments, Left some places unfinished! They remind, the universal fact, Everything is incomplete And that incompleteness is The real beauty…

But, how can I forgive Those British, who removed Precious carvings To adorn their personal collections From these wonders… How can I forgive them For removing the precious stones From the walls of TajMahal…

Every empire is An embodiment of greed!

26/5/08

Belur and halebid are two wonderful temples, tourist spots in Karnataka, India

BHOPAL GAS DISASTER

The Bhopal disaster is the world's worst industrial catastrophe. A leak of methyl isocyanate gas and other chemicals from the plant resulted in the exposure of hundreds of thousands of people. Estimates vary on the death toll. The official immediate death toll was 2,259 and the government of Madhya Pradesh has confirmed a total of 3,787 deaths related to the gas release. Other government agencies estimate 15,000 deaths.

My Dad had a three cell torch, The batteries were of 'Eveready' Made by Union Carbide... This American multi-national Chemical giant is ever ready to hunt... A hungry cat is their emblem!

On 2,3/12/1984 Thousands were killed by MIC, A deadly poisonous gas Leaked from Union Carbide... While thousands were gasping For breath, our leaders were Busy transporting Warren Anderson, The CEO of Union Carbide, Safe to America! Dirty political obligation To the white skin or Uncle Sam? Sad, it still continues!

Till now, they haven't removed The toxic remains from the company... Every water source is polluted... They suffer from every possible Disease known and unknown to mankind!

Reagan knowingly acted like A silent movie star, The dead were mere Indians! He too was busy saving his men!

Even after 25 years, No compensation is given... $2000 fine and 2 year sentence to the culprits, How ridiculous is law... Every law is written for the rich! Then-time governments, Never fought a case in America!

Obama was silent again on Bhopal During his much hyped visit to India, (Glorified begging!) Another White house dumb movie actor! Can he talk against a Corporate? But, he is very keen on extracting Several billions from British Petroleum As damages for that Mexican oil spill! See the double standards! He is tricky guy!

You can be very proud, Mr.Prez, Your people are behind The most inhuman catastrophes... From atom bombs to Bhopal! There you can meet Hibakushas Here you can meet half dead!

O man, Never ever boast of having God's gene in you! It has been replaced with DDT...and every rotten chemical... Your sperms and ovums Everything is contaminated... Even breast milk too! Point of no return!

2010/12/01

BITTER REALITY ‗Good Bye Mom… Be proud of me.... I am going to Heaven....‘ He told over satellite phone Before blasting himself In a public place…

Sad, my kid is not aware: God left Heavens long back!

2011/03/07

BUDDHA, GANDHI AND PREMJI

Health is the greatest gift, contentment is the greatest wealth, faithfulness is the best relationship

-Gautama Buddha

Satisfaction does not come with achievement, but with effort. Full effort is full victory

- Mahatma Gandhi

My world is very small, made of some simple words: truth, equality, fraternity, peace, tolerance and love... They say simple words are the most complex!

- Premji

2011/01/17

BUDDHA SMILES Once Buddha smiled looking at a Rose flower, then Zen born: the soul of peace!

Through cable Mrs. Indira Gandhi got a short message: 'The Buddha is smiling! ' Still I can see that nuclear smile of dark pride on her face! Now Buddha smiles again and again!

Dear Buddha, the intense moonlight on Buddha-poornima - is it a mushroom cloud envelope your darkened soul? (So disheartened, I know: never will the resonance of your silent screams, from those craters in deserts, fall in their ears!)

Pity! The wrath of power even behind a poet's* veil!

14.05.98

AB Vajpayee, former prime minister of India, a poet himself! The above painting is my first oil painting….Dhyanabuddha…

CACTUSES Dear, You remember those cactuses: stand still always, grown in a flower pot in my home garden and our names scrolled with a splinter on a lone stem!

Now, whenever my eyes fall on them, remember a lone lily among the thorns!

22.05.98

‗CANCER FOR ALL!‘

'Why do you waste so much time on poetfreak?‘ My wife asked me a couple of months back. ‗Just write something and get published‘, I told. And for the next two days, she was very busy Enjoying the creative pain of writing something…

‗Dear, please have a cup of Coffee‘ ‗No, Let me complete this‘

‗My mind is absolutely blank now! What a relief!‘ She told while handing over twenty page manuscript… What a wonderful article on food adulteration! I typed it and mailed to some leading dailies… Nobody published it, she felt very sad… ‗How can a daily or magazine publish An article against the interest of their advertisers?‘ My news editor friend asked! February 4th, the world Cancer day is coming, But, how come the Cancer rate is increasing? Turmeric is a known Cancer cure and The turmeric powder we get is Lead Chromate, A direct cause for Cancer! Coriander powder is coriander waste with cow dung! Chilli powder is mixed with Red Oxide and brick powder! (Chilly waste after removing Capsaicin!) Every Masala mix we get are mere waste After extraction of spice oils! Pepper is added with dry Papaya seeds! Salt is added with free flowing materials! Milk is added with formalin for stabilizing! Milk powder is added with Mela-min, A deadly poison, we feed our infants! All Colas can dissolve your teeth! Almost every Chocolate contains animal fat! Trawlers use formalin to preserve their catch ! Vanaspati is nothing but animal fat! Honey is Jagery syrup with colour and anti-biotics! Gelatin is made of hooves of dead animals, Happily you eat that with Ice-creams! Broiler Chicken, banana and pineapple Contains deadly hormones… Breasts for boys and man-chest for girls! Fast food is the fastest, shortest path to death! Smell, coluor, flavour all are chemicals! To get a woman conceived is a tough task Now-a-days as ovum are spoiled by Bakery food! Sad, every medicine we get is also adulterated!

Millions will be spent (eaten away!) for awareness campaigns… But, who cares about the role of food? From ‗HEALTH TO ALL‘, we now march forward: ‗CANCER FOR ALL!‘ YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT!

CHE Smilefire, soulstorm, The most handsome man Lived on earth!

Lived for, Sacrificed self For us... The have-nots...

But, They label him On new beverages... New cigars... Caps and clothes He is a brand...

Sad, A great warrior, Getting killed By the claws of A great vulture Named Globalization... Real cultural seduction…

2010/08/07 CHEMISTRY OF POETRY Every poet is an ion! Not an atom Or a molecule... With some freed electrons He comes in search of Your neurons Where they join with your soul To feel the zeal of Wonderful words Keep your antennas Always up!

1/6/08

CHRISTMAS CRIB, St. FRANCIS AND ME Christmas is over and My students are busy removing The crib made of hay and bamboo. Our nativity scene is back to nature. ‗Please keep the mud figures for future, Don‘t waste the hay too‘: a feeble voice… O! Saint Francis of Assisi! O! My Jesus! Is it real?

‗Yes, my Son‘, He told while blessing, ‗Crib means suffering, sharing, Caring and eternal happiness… Making the crib is the supreme prayer… Remembrance of the birth of a child, amidst The mooing of cattle, in a (every) cold night, In a manger in Bethlehem.. (everywhere)…

To feel the life of a child in a manger Right in front of your eyes, The first crib was formed For Child is the crown of God! Every child is born In the very image of God and Every crib should remind you What every new-born deserves…‘

He walked away escorted by Sparrows and butterflies and I stand near the rootless Christmas tree… His roots are deep within! Stigmata: all over my soul! Every crib is the Magna-carta of Children, animals, nature And mother earth… Synod has power, riches and positions! Divine pauper, we have Jesus! O! The patron Saint of Environment, Please show me some place Where I can dispose these figures - Infant Jesus family, three wise men, birds and animals Handed over by you – (not gifted!)… Made of Chinese plastic hospital waste!

2010/12/31 * The origin of the Christmas Crib or Manger or Nativity scene is first credited to Saint Francis of Assisi, who in 1223 AD celebrated the Feast of the Nativity in a new way that led to a new devotional practice. CLONED HEARTS Dear, Let's be two cloned hearts, from the cells of true, serene and selfless love!

Let's be silent planets which revolve around love eternal in harmony!

2010/09/11

COLA! COLA!

An Archaeologist friend of mine Gave me a precious gift: A small, broken Mammoth tooth!

'We unearthed it in Russia, Where it had been buried for Approximately 10,000 years!' He exclaimed while sipping Coca- Cola. Just to clean, I dipped that In a tumbler of Coke...... It vanished in no time! 10000 years lost in no time!

2011/02/16

COMMITMENTS

Dear, One who is committed, can't be a poet! Can you hide anything before the eyes of a poet? Something impossible, because he can visualize anything through the open windows of the mind!

Commitments will put you and me in chains once again! (Though we are in chains already!)

One who is committed will end up with a narrowed mind, could see the beauty, read your mind partially, can't be genuine and innocent!

Dear, But I am committed only to your love!

06.02.96

COMRADE LENIN Comrade Lenin: The most unfortunate man on Earth! Even after thousand full bright moons He is not the part of Earth! Sleeps, so deep, in mausoleum and Wakes up millions, depressed!

Afraid I am, someday he will also be An auction piece That‘s the end of a dream Cherished by millions... This is called globalization! They say: Come; let‘s live in the new virtual world!

I know: Just one man is enough To plunder globalization He is the father of our nation, Gandhi... Sad, He lives on currency notes Which he hated the most For being the cause of corruption... Practice non-cooperation, his ideal, is Only way to throw away globalization Which uproots the inborn culture of Every nation…Every human... If you don‘t buy, Then where will they dump their products?

21/1/2009

CORPORATES, INDIA AND INFLATION

Big Onions $ 2/kg, Garlic $7/kg, Grams $2/kg Tomato $ 1.5/kg, Carrot $1.5/kg, Beetroot $ 1.5/kg

If you win a lottery, Then you can think of making Sambhar, The Indian vegetable soup! What a wonderful message from my friend….

‗There is no conclusive evidence to show that futures trading in Agri-commodities impacts their spot price or leads to food price inflation… Commodity prices in India seem to be influenced more by other drivers of price changes, particularly demand-supply gap in specific commodities, the degree of dependence on imports and international movements in these commodities.‘ : Says the Reserve Bank of India…

THEY ARE SIMPLY LYING…

Agricultural minister cares only Corporate retail chains Like Wal-Mart, Reliance… (And the saddest thing is Wal-Mart‘s not welcome in New York city, Says small business owners in poll!)

A commoner‘s life is of no value, Except during elections! 2011/01/18

CORRIDORS OF LIFE We met Some-where in this Narrow corridor of Medicine!

This pain and loneliness striking somewhere! And the stinking medicines made our tongues Tasteless!

But, We made them stand back By our little chats, Silly games and Mocking eachother!

But, sometimes I fear: are we restricted Only to this frenzy of despair For ever?

Or, Will there be An enlightened new path Opened by His grace?

We saw So many doves here, But, now, sometimes Why they appear as crows?

On seeing my panic On other faces It makes out to me: This is life And it has got So many corridors!

But, Are they really dark?

Silssa (1983 - 99)

'For the very first time, I liked staying in Regional cancer centre. It was because of a small boy named Arun. What this Arun means? If I am to write, it means Sun, the sole living source. He made my life joyful in this medical desert. We used to have long chats in the evenings. We used to play games.We also teased about the officials in this hospital, cute naughty brother. But today, he is going. And I feel like a girl who lost her boy for amusement! But, he will be coming back here soon again.' ---- Excerpts from her diary.

CULTURAL DOUBLE DEAL A.K.G*: The man who loved all, loved by all and of course he was the one who lived for the have-nots! Indian coffee house is a living proof of that! You can spend a day right in front of a cup of coffee! A safe haven for lovers and intelligentsia!

One day in hot march, I was sitting inside before a cup of cold coffee. Just behind my table, a play was going on! Two ‗Bujees' (intelligentsia) were sitting among the curls of smoke, discussing….

‗What is our real problem? ‘

‗Slavery.‘

‗What kind of? ‘

‗Mental slavery‘

‗To whom? ‘

‗Old white skin! ‘

‗Who can remove that? ‘

‗Our cultural leaders.‘

‗Whether it is possible? ‘

‗Yes, my dear friend...behold, this mental slavery and cultural slavery, all are dead snakes, still around our necks! '

'But our intelligentsia, the cultural minority, what do they do? ‘

‗They are lifting the dead snake through speeches, writings etc...‘

‗And then? ‘

‗And simply they leave it there only! They put it back‘.

‗Why? Survival instinct? ‘

‗Yes, they should also survive, so the society won‘t change! ‘

They left laughing and My cold coffee started boiling!

A.K.G: AK.Gopalan: Former opposition leader of Parliament from Kerala. He was a good communist!

2010/10/08

CULTURAL TERRORISM

'Why don‘t you write in your mother-tongue?', A poet friend asks. How can I tell it, dear friend! It hurts to the core and really insulting too…

Wine, wealth and …… Three W play everywhere, In getting your works published too! They have hijacked everything! They fill every magazine with their filth! They share all the pages of everything in print! Their caucus is ever-growing! They, the Sub Editors Mafia From every newspaper and magazine, They enrich the heritage of every local language With 'WRITINGS' of their own! They 'PRODUCE' literature for whole sale! They are keen to marginalize poor writers!

Internet floored everything, But it has little role on local languages… Journalism is the short cut to literature! I call this CULTURAL TERRORISM And they keep on writing: ‗OUR MOTHER-TONGUE FACES EXTINCTION‘

3/10/10...

DANCING SOULS

For you my love, who taught me: the peaks of attachment and the depths of detachment my spirituality! I love you all life! Though we are not Together, Our souls are entwined! Can anyone separate Water poured into milk?

2010/09/19 DARK POEMS It was in 2008, I asked a very simple question to Sandra Fowler, the legendary American poet, Who are your favorite writers in poemhunter?

Dr.Wasir Agha, NimalDunuhinga, RajaramRamachandran, Karin Anderson, Alison Cassidy, Bob Blackwell, Yelena.M, Nazeer Ahmed Nasir, MamtaAgarwal, Richard Jarboe, Greenwolfe 1962, Frank James Ryan.J, Indira, Sandra Martyrus, she wrote, And of course you Premji… (She wrote Premji just because of love, I know! Lucky we are, all most all are here in poetfreak, I could bring Rajaramji And Richard here)

How can you write like this, Great poems in Iambic pentameter? (I picked that up from a comment By Karin Anderson)

Premji, I have been writing poetry For the past fifty years And I am trained to write like that… You write eloquent poetry, In a different style… Keep it up… Never get confined to craft, Sandra wrote.

My friend Karin Anderson is great poet She is master of well-crafted poetry She is not all reluctant to experiment With new craft forms of poetry My little sister Sana Rose is her great disciple! How can you write all forms of poetry? You have to give work to your brains, Big B, Sana laughs! Sure, I have to start straight from syllable counts!

Karin had a new post yesterday, a dark poem Her first one of that kind, Really shocking on child abuse, One of her best poems, I understand…

Without great vocabulary and musical sense, I cannot judge in deep… How can a bitter man sing In an alien language, That too in predefined tunes? My poems are dark, life too… 9/10/10 DARK TIDE O Time, Hurt me with your wild moments, claw my lungs and pour into my heart agonies of the unloved!

O Time, When you fall in the depths of Pain and solitude, you understand The serenity of love!

But, O Time, Let me tell you this: Love, like revolution, Every time eats away Its own kin!

2010/10/04

DAYABAI: A WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE She went there to become a Nun But, failed to find Jesus in the congregation And she followed him among the downtrodden… Dayabai was reborn among the ‗Gonds‘: The largest group of tribal people from India ‗Daya‘ means kindness, synonym of Jesus…

She didn‘t try to convert them to Christianity But, she taught them to fight for wages Denied for centuries… Some call her liberation theologist… It is better than ‗suppression theology‘ She laughs, though some teeth are missing… (Police still keep them still as evidence: Gift for demanding justice for a tribal woman, The real heirs of India, sexually harassed brutally!)

And she was here yesterday… Here in Kerala, her own motherland… ‗Sad, I am a misfit here in this educated civilized society…‘ (National top in alcoholic use!God‘s own country!) She is right; a civilized society without values: A real burden to humanity! When will we learn this bitter truth?

It is the time for reclamation Love, Human values, Nature and peace…. I see Mary in her… She sees Jesus on every face!

Her meek horse runs forty miles per day… Indian leaders fly with fuel costs $25000/hour!

2010/12/09

DELUGE O Noah! Righteous Noah! Don't open Your ark...

The olive leaves brought by your doves were left near your ark by Satan!

It floods still, floods of injustice, violence and brutality!

O Noah! I command: don't open your ark and bring out those pairs, just wait till water recedes....

Time and waiting pass with the same velocity! Remember my words, the ordain of your loving God....

1996

DEMOCRACY We are The largest democracy: Sad, Simple Demo-crazy!

2010/09/13

DESIRE FOR NIRVANA! Desire is the root cause of sorrow, You told after enlightenment

But, why do your followers have The strongest of all desires: Nirvana?

Behind every enlightenment There is a scorching desire!

2010/10/13

DIARY This is my diary, the diary of the dead! And I scribble the decadent grammar of life! Written by a crazy guy to the core, or otherwise how simple and vivid it could have been!

This is my diary, it stinks of death! Things, came in search of me, selected by me, all stink of death! It is the diary of depressed and despised hearts!

Dead flowers, wounds unhealed, shattered dreams, hollow love, betrayal, loneliness, hatred and death: all nested in mind long back!

My mind is a broken nest of wasps, stoned by kids! Black sea roars in it and I just float like a decayed corpse!

02.02.96

DISCIPLINED BUTCHERS I was traveling with A European friend Through Trivandrum- Kazhakkoottam By-pass road… Suddenly the Bus took a sharp turn And entered to TECHNOPARK Campus Where thousands of youth Work on outsourced Software projects Worth multimillion dollars…

‗That‘s a butcher house‘, My friend told, pointing toward One of India‘s largest Software firms Where only youth move around. ‗Like steam rollers, They extract their youth... And later thrown out like waste… Life is a short travel between ID- Card and Pink Card!‘

His voice still reverberates!

2011/03/06

This is a real experience! Dr APJ ABDUL KALAM I am from Thiruvananthapuram One of my friends runs a hotel near GandhariammanKoil And he is a great friend of Dr.APJ Abdul Kalam.

‗Twenty one years, I served him food, Pure vegetarian he is… Colleagues called him Dr.KalamIyer * He used to come like a storm, Then straight to kitchen… A little rice… Some rasam or sambhar.. Whatever is available… He never used to take food while sitting on a chair! What an exceptional man…Dr.APJ Abdul Kalam! They could have given him one more term‘ He, a small dot in population, speaks!

My nephew Kailas (14), a lazy average student, Attended a student‘s interaction programme with Dr.Kalam On the very day, he decided to become an Aeronautic Engineer Now ‗super bright‘, he pesters me with questions… Dr.Kalam can perform wonders!

I went to Indrabhavan lodge, My friend, a Reiki healer, stays there Inside, I could feel Dr.Kalam‘s breath-- ‗A small cot, minimum clothes, a Veena And the rest of the room was full of books-- Dr.Kalam spent 21 long years in this room!‘ Drunken shouts were coming out from the next room, ‗They are celebrating a holiday‘, my friend said…‘ How sad!‘

I cherish a dream now: Converting this lodge to a cultural museum Where students from all over the nation can visit A very good library, a seminar hall, A place where Dr.Kalam can interact with us… Will the Kerala government do that? Never! To them, he is a media bubble! They were very keen to remove his book ‗Ignited minds‘ even from college syllabus!‘

Now the media deliberately avoid him, They are behind ‗paid news‘ only! Numbskull politicians started it long back! A great man in the tail end of life lives with a dagger in the heart… If we don‘t use his expertise, then who all are the losers?

Now he teaches in Space institute in Thiruvanathapuram Where he trains engineers for Indian space programme… But the saddest thing is that most of them are ready to pay $25,000 To break the bond with India! AMERICA IS THEIR MOTHERLAND!

He is still here with his website www.abdulkalam.com

Jai Hind...

10/10/10

DREAM... SUICIDE... I love to Kiss the Moon... I wish to Kiss the Sun...

2010/12/25,

DREAM Dear, Yester night I dreamt of your face, like: a glittering pearl, like: a blossoming lotus!

How luminous and captivating is your face!

Whose love made your face so attractive? Whose kiss made your lips so red? Whose thoughts made your mind so calm?

The mild heat of your love keep the fog of tragedies away and your love dissolves in me like lovely moonshine in earth!

You are not my slave and I not yours! But we are slaves of true love! Your love keeps my heart so warm always!

Dear, please remove your veil... O God! Who are you my love? Goddess of love or the full moon that shines in deserts? The beauty of all stars in the depths of your eyes! My love, I can't stand your shocking beauty, the aura of love that covers you is so intense!

1996/10/16

EGYPT REJOICES 18 Days and The entire youth of a nation! 30 Years of darkness is over! ‗Change has come to Egypt!‘ Congratulations friends!

But, A solid doubt I have: Will this be the stepping stone of Another frantic fanatic emergency? Will this be a turning point from Secularism to religious fundamentalism? Will the Blue Nile turn red? Will Egypt be a mirror image of Iraq?

Let Him decide!

2011/02/13

ENDOSULFAN AND INDIAN POLITICS An International seminar on Coconut bio-diversity is going on at Kasaragod*, a worst affected place in Kerala by the use of Endosulfan, where children die because of unusual diseases from the past 22 years… God! Poison even in breast milk!

The minister of the state for agriculture was present there yesterday, who issued clean chit to Endosulfan: ‗The expert committee appointed to study the effect of Endosulfan had not found any link between the disease seen in Kasaragod and the pesticide‘

In Kasaragod, a girl around 10 years, yet to lift her head by her own effort, spat blood on the TV screen… Every Cashew nut you eat is the roast petals of her brain…

The pesticide lobby laughed at her…

‗Shall we ban Endosulfan? It has been banned in 70 countries?‘ Secretary asked later,

‗So what…We are a different nation…. See China, they are yet to put a ban…Then why should we? If we impose ban, what will happen to those thousands of hectors of cashew plantations? Who will answer the questions of opposition parties in the Parliament?‘ Minister chewed one more roast Cashew nut happily….

The minister is an old Chemistry professor with 33 long years of meritorious teaching! Till today, he is not aware of the adverse effects of Endosulfan!

Blood recognizes blood… ‗One poison cannot recognize another!‘ All are eagerly waiting for that day, the day on which Dr.Swaminathan, the father of green revolution, being awarded with the highest civilian award in India… The man single handedly made India a cancer world! 2010/10/27

THE ESSANCE OF GITA (SONG DIVINE) Even if the entire world is in favour of you and you are against yourself, nothing can be achieved......

Even if the entire world is against you and you are in favour of yourself, victory will be yours......

(As told by Swami SandeepanandaGiri... Nobody dares to explain the essance of Gita like him!)

2010/11/01

EVERY CHILD IS A WONDER Every child is a wonder, Every parent is a hunter Bundle their ideas with harshness Plunder their dreams without kindness May be there are exceptions But they are the minority Happy with their children‘s creativity

The most unfortunate thing on Earth is To be born as the child of a self-made man… Living with them is a real mess Days without any kindness Imagine my plight, being The son of two self-made Teachers!

Some Teachers are wonderful creatures With special comparators Some kind of meters they use to Compare me with others, You got all bloody B grade…

One day, I was caught for Penning down some poems Poetry is of no use, they told, Study hard to qualify Entrance Then you will be either A doctor or engineer To live, you need a profession Not poetic procession

Till five, I was in the care of Grandparents My father was working two districts away Mother used to leave before I rose up As her school was twenty miles away Grandma used tell good stories To free me from scorching distress I listened with all eagerness She only taught me the meaning of love She used to take me to the paddy fields She used to bathe me in small streams Where small fishes hit my little wounds She led me to natural wonders That opened my inner-eyes later Plenty of time I had, to squander with friends That annoyed my mother hard, I may pick up bad words, What a funny excuse!

When I just turned three Father made my friends flee Started teaching how to count That I don‘t want to recount I started counting …one…five… three For my mind was there under that mango tree Which carried ripe mangoes for free ‗Thudd‘…He slapped on my thigh I started crying at volume high His disciples say, he is a fantastic teacher I still feel he is the poorest Patience is the mother of the art of teaching It‘s not a matter of preaching It‘s something that matters in practice

Every child is a wonder For child is the father of man… I too have two little sons…

Papa…Close your laptop, Younger one shouts, 'Tell me a story Connecting a Crow, cow and…'

'And? '

'And a crocodile…'

Little ones are real trouble Who will put you in Life‘s Greatest riddles…

31/5/08

EVERY CHILD IS UNIVERSE! ―Mother‖, Balarama* shouted, ―Krishna is eating mud‖

―No…No…He is lying‖

―Open your mouth, Krishna…‖ She was about to faint As she saw the Universe In his mouth… Krishna smiled as she was Fed up of his naughty pranks…

The toughest task on Earth Is to manage a child… Nobody understands that For every child is Universe…

*Balarama is the elder brother of Lord Krishna

2/6/08

EVERY MENSES IS A HOLY SACRIFICE Recession takes over the world like A twister untamed and Every corporate believes in Cutting down the wages to reduce loss! We are losing everything Comrade: The rights we got in yesteryears After blood soaked long fights… They, the one who created all these, Ate away all the economic relief packages… How bitter is this greedy capitalistic world, Communist world is of no exception! When will we get a humanistic world?

* * * * ‗Some female employees get more than One period per month! This fraudulent practice Cause drastic loss in productivity, A corporate Boss shouts, Already they waste too much time in toilets! ‗RED MENSTRUAL BAND‘ is The best solution, the Boss laughed… Females have to wear it during periods and Computers can easily note down! (Already toilet access is limited electronically!) How bitter is this money monger‘s world!

Every menses is a holy sacrifice! She bleeds for the future! Every woman, whether employee or not, She deserves a minimum of Three days rest during periods… This is a basic human right! A bitter poet bleeds for you, Sad, he is always realistic!

Dear CEOs, Presidents… If you don‘t understand, Just cut open a small vein And bleed for some time!

2010/12/06

EVERY RIVER IS A FLOWING TEAR Nila* flows through your* village - like every hearttormented!

Everyone needs her and she gives them herself withoutany complaint!

But, dear Nila, when I touched you, I could listen to your silent cries!

Stricken with deep grief, I understand: many to taint you and none to cry for you!

*Longest river in Kerala*MT Vasudevan Nair, Noted writer from Malayalam

2010/10/31

Silssa (1983 – 1999),My sister scribbled this poem behind her prescription with a pencil. She got 542 out of 600 in Secondary school leaving certificate examination. She studied in Saint Teresa‘s School, Ernakulam. She was just fifteen… Everyone asked her not to write, except me. She wrote the examinations with mortal pain and mental pain without any preparation. Why God, why did you torment her with such a disease called ‗Ewing‘s sarcoma‘? I cannot remember the way you cried out when our car crossed the gate of Regional Cancer Center. You remain a bruise in my soul. Without you, I am like a fish thrown out of water to a molten sand bed!

EVERY VICTORY IS MOMENTARY Am I mad? Many things are piercing Their sharp arrows on my soul, my body And my life.. Madness is flying around And I want to throw it away… I can‘t resist all these sorrows… I don‘t know what is surrounding me… Anyway, it‘s not giving me peace… Why God? Why are you giving me all these? All my friends are enjoying their victory And I am enjoying my unlucky fate! I am trying very hard to get out of this… But, God is not giving strength to my mind… Whenever I gather strength, Another blow is coming through Its usual way! I know, that is life‘s way! My mother, Today her heart is Splitting like a fallen dewdrop… So many dreams on me she had… Always expected me to win a rank But now, The day which she wished to Celebrate by distributing sweets, She is sitting with very empty eyes And an empty heart near me.. The day which she wished to See her daughter like The Sun of happiness, She is seeing her face, With not even a single hair, Not even capable of walking herself…. I want to die... God…Please kill me… Kill me please… I beg you… I pray you… FANTASIES He was caught, while playing with it in the toilet!

Staring at the come stains - flowing through the wall- she asked, 'What the hell are you doing? '

'Acting out my own fantasies...' he answered in a cool tone.

'Bloody... It is an insult to my womanhood...' she snarled.

'Never... If I do it while making love, then it is dear... I know - worse than adultery! '

27.05.98

FATE Fate plays everywhere, in love too! You believed the great lies, I told, with great ease... And the simple truths: You laughed at!

Dear, afraid to show my heart, You might find it: a red rose about to wither! The hardest of all truths: the silliest of all jokes! Nothing but fate!

Love: a wound! A spearhead piercedmy heart while floating over a dream! (Someone yet to die for a wound picked up a dream.) 10.07.98

FEEL THE DIFFERENCE! Share and care, said Jesus Heap and fear, says Pope!

2010/10/17

FIVE ELEMENTS Dream starts...

Troubled sea....night Twister arises with intense power... We are struggling in the mid-seas... In a ship without anchor... Soon deep buried in a whirlpool.....

Dream continues....

Naked like careless children, We walk through hoarfrost.... Trapped in an avalanche... We dissolve...

Dream continues....

We look into the fuming mouth of A huge volcano... Like moths, we vanish.... We burn.....we diffuse....

Dream continues....

We travel like two ants... Flying up on a huge kite, Without any control..... We sit in the vortex of a twister..... The earth is vanished from vision....

Tell me, who are you? Fire?Air? Or Water?

The sand underneath your footstep....

Dream finishes...... 2010/10/04

FORGIVE ME LORD 'Forgive me Lord, For I haven't read the Bible yet..'

'Then, what have you read? '

'Brothers Karamazov'...

'More than enough, If possible read 'Les Miserables' too...'

2010/08/11 FUKUSHIMA WORKERS: WORLD HEROES

The World‘s fate is the hands of 50 Japanese that remained in Fukushima Nuclear Plant to resist the nuclear disaster with theprice of their lives. They are those that are hardly trying to stop a catastrophe that can affect human kind. According to official declarations, 750 Fukushima workers were evacuated shortly after the Friday earthquake. In the Nuclear Plant remained 50 workers in a desperate solution trying to keep under control the six reactors. The cooling is now produced mainly through firemen installations because the initial systems failed.

Those that remained inside are people that somehow gave up to their lives because they are exposed to a huge risk. The radiations from the Nuclear Plant are devastating for any human body. Without the safety equipment no one could resist more than 10 minutes near one of those reactors. They are all exposed to a devastating radiation level and definitely, if they will survive, their life will never be the same again. Tragically, many of them had homes in the surrounding cities that were affected by tsunami and, practically, these men lost everything: assets, homes, the dear ones. But with all that they kept the hope and they are now fighting to save the whole world from a nuclear crisis and a whole country of another catastrophe, thousands times bigger than the tsunami.

O! Comrades, Your lives are greater than Any form of art….

Poetry, The crest jewel of art, Is nothing before Your sacrifice!

You remain on our daily prayers… Your names are etched on our soul And they remain eternal…

God and sacrifice: Both synonymous…. I am just a blade of grass Under your footsteps…

O! Comrades, I will never let a drop of tear for you For your sacrifice is the sacrifice of All sacrifices…

Post script: Have you seen a politician sacrificing his life like this?

2011/03/17

GANDHI Now, He doesn't listen to Ramdhun*, Wear Khadi (cotton) , Rotate his loom... Not even thinking of Ramarajya*

Pity! Everything is looted by His descendants!

*Favourite hymn of Gandhi *Kingdom of Rama, the epic hero.

2010/10/21 GANDHI, KHADDAR AND ME I purchased two meters of Khaddar, Hand-spun and hand- woven cotton, Day before yesterday… It‘s rough, bit costly… don‘t care… Many voices follow me From the very moment I wore it… Some ancient voices: An old weaver, whose thumb was Chopped by the British, desperately tries to sell Products of Manchester Cotton mills… (1870) A group of British Army leaders decide to Make a memento with those chopped thumbs, Dreaming: the Queen would congratulate! ‗Every Empire is an embodiment of greed‘… An old farmer, stares at the Dried up cotton fields with dead eyes, Zoom of the whip falls in his ‗slave‘ ears… Gandhi, fully clad in three piece suit, contempt Himself while walking through the poor folk, Not even properly clad with rags… The panic of the British industrialists, When Indians boycotted the extradite clothes Listening to the call of Gandhi… The boom of gunshots, shrieks, grunts… The hymns while rotating the Charka... 'He Ram'... Gandhi writhe in pain, ‗The assassin is a Hindu, not a Muslim‘: Mountbatten shouts to the violent mob… The yarns of Congress party leaders Commemorating Gandhi on every birthday of Gandhi in Congress houses across the nation… Their starched white cotton clothes reverberate The laughter of Monsanto executes, Who convert the Cotton fields of India to shambles With their genetically modified seeds… The heart-rumble from a farmer who committed suicide… The silent dream of an old man and family Who weaved my shirt... Our sweat join here… Sweat recognizes sweat...

‗Sir, you should wash it before stitching… You know, it is pure cotton, it will shrink… Pure Khaddar shrinks, Those who wear Khaddar become plump!‘ The sales girl told me…

Khaddar, it is a culture… The most powerful weapon of Gandhi… Symbol of self-reliance and Non-co-operation, purity and sacrifice… An atom bomb to plunder globalization…

Sad, Not even a single Congress man in India Wear hand-woven Khaddar! They all prefer the new generation Mill Khaddar… New generation ‗Gandhi‘s are of no exception… When will the show the candour to tell Their followers to abstain Mill Khaddar? When will they save the lives of millions of Hand loom weavers with such a move?

‗Never‘ Gandhi breaks silence! Kalavati laughs in the darkness...

2010/12/25

A poem dedicated to RAHUL GANDHI!

The term khādī or khaddar means cotton. khādī is Indian handspun and hand-woven cloth. The raw materials may be cotton, silk, or wool, which are spun into threads on a spinning wheel called a charkha. It is a versatile fabric, cool in the summer and warm in the winter. However, being a cruder form of material, it wrinkles much faster than other preparations of cotton. In order to improve the look, khādī is often starched to have a stiffer shape. It is widely accepted in fashion circles. Khadi is not just a cloth, it is a whole movement started by Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. The Khadi movement aimed at boycotting foreign goods and promoting Indian goods, Thereby improving India's economy. Mahatma Gandhi began promoting the spinning of khādī for rural self- employment and self-reliance (instead of using cloth manufactured industrially in Britain) in 1920s India thus making khadi an integral part and icon of the Swadeshi movement. The freedom struggle revolved around the use of khādī fabrics and the dumping of foreign-made clothes. When some people complained about the costliness of khadi to Mahatma Gandhi, he started wearing only loincloth. Thus it symbolized the political ideas and independence itself, and to this day most politicians in India are seen only in khādī clothing. The flag of India is only allowed to be made from this material, although in practice many flag manufacturers, especially those outside of India, ignore this rule. REF: WIKIPEDIA... GLOBALIZATION Farmers around the Globe Face Genocide!

2010/10/19

This is not a poem...but the bitter reality...... GLOBALIZATION AND INTERNET

My cousin was there in US for nearly one year, Designing aircraft components as an outsourced engineer! What do you want from US, he asked through e-mail Get me a jeans from one of the oldest brand, I replied. When I went to Chennai, where he resides now, He presented a traditional pair 5 pocket blue jeans I still have that fresh smell in my nostrils The smell that every denim lover treasures!

Please try it now, he told, it is quite costly… So what, you can easily afford, I nodded… While putting my left leg inside, I saw a flap, ‗Made in Pakistan‘ written on that!

A lousy flap killed a long cherished dream… This is what known as globalization! The world is a small village now, they say Well and good, I don‘t care, but this way of cheating?

I prefer globalization to communism, A poet friend from a former iron curtain says… At least we have internet and poetfreak To share and care through poetry!

You are right friend, communism has iron curtain But globalized Capitalism has a big mesh, Not even small fries can escape, enmeshed in 1994, Your dear internet! We are in a point of no return

Yes ‗he‘ has floored everything, Thomas Friedman writes Poor intelligentsia think ‗he‘ is the most democratic platform But, it is the time to rethink, ‗he‘ is a terminator, Busy drinking our last drops of freedom!

Why there are no more terrorist attacks after 9/11? Quite simple, when you are in a public place Bio-metric cameras will easily identify you and almost All your most private e-mails are under constant watch!

Sad, this is the freedom of so called free American Absolutely no privacy at all! No life without privacy! It is the same with every European country, Even the third world is fast in this way

This cloud and grid of technology will rule our souls, That day is not far way, now in the midway! Your intelligent idiot has an upper hand then The invented in hunt of the inventor!

Back to my jeans, internet gave this information My brand makes only these items of his own A leather strips, zippers, metal buttons and rivets And the rest is story of never ending cheating!

Pakistan is the biggest producer of denim cloth And they water it with blood, and the brand owner Manufactures millions of pairs with minimum expense! And his margin is ten times of the production cost!

This cheating is unacceptable… This way of cheating is called globalization No value for values! No values for humans! No value for humanity! No value for democracy!

What happens in global Automobile industry? They share everything: from platform to engines To cut down the cost for research, but They cut out throats by not cutting down price!

Now almost all manufacturers share everything Poor Chinese work continuously under gun point Communist China is the biggest Capitalist country Poor Dunkel* is sleepless even in his grave!

Tomorrow you will have to pay even for an e-mail Every book will perish and all knowledge will be Available in the internet, then the dooms day starts You have to pay even the last penny for information!

I talk to you this from the grave of a cotton farmer From Vidarbha…from Andhra… from Nandigarm FromSingoor…From Seattle…from anywhere Where farmers sing his swansong!

* The brain behind GATT Dunkel draft!

12/10/12 GM CROPS: A MARXIAN ANALYSIS

The monopoly of the MNCs like Monsanto over the seeds is another major concern. Seeds are no longer in the public domain as they are now the ―intellectual property‖ of these MNCs. The withdrawal of State regulation has aided the creation of seed monopolies and the Governmental policies are abetting the gradual elimination of the Public Sector Seed Corporations. In today, MNCs directly or indirectly control a major share of the seed market. The government has made no efforts to generate self-reliance in seeds by combining the ingenuity of farmers and the technical know-how of scientists. Instead it has only sold out Indian agriculture to big agri-businesses, making IARI and other agricultural research bodies collaborate with global MNC's as virtual junior partners.' This is the statement given by Communist Party of India (Marxist) Polit-Bureau member S. RamachandranPillai as President. All India KisanSabha Statement on BtBrinjal on last year. And this is what the 72 year old 'thinking battery' told on new year 2011!

THIRUVANANTHAPURAM: Are Genetically Modified (GM) crops a blessing or a bane? Communist Party of India (Marxist) Polit-Bureau member S. RamachandranPillai thinks that opposition to GM crops has something superstitious about it, but State Agriculture Minister MullakkaraRatnakaran thinks otherwise. Mr.Pillai, who inaugurated the seminar, was of the view that it would not be possible to enhance agricultural productivity without exploiting the advances in science and technology. He went on to say that the opposition to GM seeds was superstitious and contended that use of GM seeds would help enhance farm productivity and provide solutions for anaemia among women and children's underweight. He, however, said that use of GM seeds should be done after taking all precautions! ------THE HINDU DAILY... Sad, he is the president of All India Peasants Federation! What a choice! GM CROPS: A MARXIAN ANALYSIS Every Marxist leader prefers Deletion and insertion of Genes: Freedom and Slavery! Marxian analysis of 'hunger', now tells GM is the only solution to solve it! Then what will happen to 47000 plant species and 81000 animal species on Earth?

You foolish farmer, Who prefers diversity? Everything is uni-centric in 'Marxism'! DEATH!!!!!!!!! Eat or perish......

Genetic modification is biological terrorism... When will a Communist understand that? Where do you hide your Gene Gun? Lee Kyung Hae* spits blood on his face...

*WTO's Fifth Ministerial Conference was conducted in Cancun, Mexico in 2003. It was on this day that Lee Kyung Hae, leader of the Korean Federation of Advanced Farmers, stabbed himself to death as the supreme protest against corporates. His death was ignored by the WTO and the mainstream media. But he will the there as a force of transformation...You are our Comrade! Green revolution, What did it give us except 120 million degraded cultivatable hectares of land and 20 million Cancer patients? Every GM seed will fail because now it is impossible to predict climate change. No science can predict the current change in water cycles! The seeds that will not germinate, we better call them poison! Every seed is spiritual property of mankind. Every seed is God incarnate! Every seed has devine protection. Every man should be a seed keeper. It will be precious than gold in future! You need them to throw out those future Gene Police patrolling on fields in the pretext of intellectual property rights! 2011/01/03

GOSPEL ACCORDING TO THE DEAD! Every major religion rests on Strong pedestal of THE DEAD! Is there any exception, dear friend?

‗If you don‘t care, You have to sleep outside Our common grave... You won‘t be touched by God again… Imagine, How disgusting it is! Always keep that in mind‘ The religious leaders threaten For millenniums!

O fanatics, Are you not aware of The ever-growing grave: Earth… Mother Earth? Every religious grave is Nothing before this mass grave! She outgrows! She is the best socialist Next to death…

Tell me, What is the religion of earth? Tell me, What is the religion of death? Tell me, What is the religion of God?

2010/11/30

GRANDMA'S ICECREAM My Grandma was a wonderful woman For her wit genuine She was embodiment of grace That we find now-a-days scarce When parents were away She looked after me with great care Hell a lot of work she had at home She used to leave me in my cousin‘s care When she had to go to the local market One day she told: look, what have I brought… I have brought an ice cream! Alas! It ended up in my scream For only stick was left with!

2010/10/14 GREATEST SIN 'Poverty is not a sin' Dostoevsky wrote... But, If you turn your face away That's the largest sin

2010/11/06

GREAT SIMILIES! 'Dad is like A broken Coconut half And Mom: A mouse gnawing it!' My elder son Announced in this morning.

Now, tell me, Who is the better poet?

2011/03/12

HAPPINESS What is happiness Dad?

Dear Son, Mahabharata* says: Happiness is the result of Good conduct!

What is good conduct Dad?

You will get hit...

*Indian Epic

2010/10/19

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR B.S. SHRIDHAR

Premji, Now-a-days, you write Nothing about love! Why Man?

Hundreds of poems are Getting published here everyday, Is that not enough dear friend? Certainly, I am not a ( love ?) poet…

Just see today‘s news headline: Noted French Car-maker ‗ Peugeot‘ is coming back to India For a second innings… They have to get out of recession losses! You, just have a look at their demands: 250 Hectares of land in the vicinity of A Sea-Port, 24 hour Uninterrupted Water and power supply, raw material… But all in subsidized rates! Indian States like Tamil Nadu and Andhra Pradesh are Busy negotiating with these crooks!

But, what will they give back? Jobs? No! Robots cannot be replaced by man!

Sad, I write these lines in sheer darkness! They are busy cutting down subsidies Even for farmers! Uncle Sam ordered, it seems!

And the Global players get out of losses In the expense of our Tax money! How bitter is Indian politics: Rotten gamble of bastards! 2011/02/21

HAPPY FAMILY 'A rich family will support A suffering family And make it a Happy Family'

Bro.D.J.Ajithkumar

2011/02/23

Grace Ministries of India (GMI) is an indigenous and interdenominational missionary movement functioning in compliance with the Greatest commandment and the Great Commission of Lord Jesus Christ. Rooted in Kerala, its branches are spread all over India, reaching the North Eastern boarder state of Tripura. The GMI missionaries, pastors and evangelists try to reach every nook and corner of the country where the Good News has not been reached or preached effectively. The Ministry was started in 1980 under the leadership of Bro.D.J.Ajithkumar grew up as an organisation spreading into all parts of India through multifaceted activities. God bless you.

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY my sweat... your tears... taste bitter..... we share self-illuminating experience of love self-eliminating experience of sex and all sort of madness... inventing the man in you and woman in me...... you are a river... 2011/03/08

HEART

(A POEM DEDICATED TO CHIEF SEATTLE)

Heart is a burden For everybody And heartlessness: An adornment!

Heartlessness made you Rich and distinguished But heart made me Depressed, despised and forlorn.... This time winter came So early and so harsh she pierces My dirty woollen clothes Even though My mind and heart is Still awake! 2010/09/10

HEAVEN Make a garland with five flowers, Nazaruddin Mullah said, Thread is love...... Truth, Equality, Fraternity, Tolerance and Peace are Lovely everlastng flowers...... Son, what you have now is, heaven ON EARTH!

Sad, I am in search of....

2010/09/05

HELL ON EARTH!

Hell on earth: Living with a poet! My beloved's voice....

15.09.08

HIDDEN

Sickle Hammer And the Star.... If hurt with any, You will see the Stars!

2011/01/03

I AM NOT A PRACTICAL COMMUNIST, WHY?

Dear friend, Today you call me ‗Comrade‘ And if tomorrow I talk about humanity Sure you will call me ‗Renegade‘!

A ruthless tiger seeps within your dogma Same as that within every tyrant! I am not ‗mere body, or castrated being‘ Like a Chinese national! Red salute to imaginary revolution!

2010/10/12

I AM YOURS! I am yours, I will embrace your religion, if you tell me: the religion of love, lust, hatred, thirst and hunger... I am yours, if you answer me...

2010/09/17 IF THE SCIENTISTS WIN Every human being... Mother earth…… All are living garbage…

We live in a world, torn with the gravest menace terrorism. We live in a world where even the smallest snow flake is waiting to get melted up of global warming up.

Is there any solution to save us from all these? ‗Develop a cheap method to produce hydrogen from water‘: says an old scientist in prophetic voice… ‗If you just back them, sure they will win‘.

And if they win, global warming up is an old story. And if they win the financial tributaries of terrorism will be cut as none is in need of oil.

How come there are no explosions in oil extracting nations? Simple, they are funding terrorists to avoid terror in their own nations.

If the scientists win, this problem also can solved. If the scientists win, trillions can be saved by the energy department of nations If the scientists win, hydrocarbon emissions will be an old story!

2010/08/17

INDIA

‗What could be the apt Theme sentence for India?‘ Dept. of Tourism conducted A global copy-writing competition

‗Land of snake charmers and The poor‘, wrote Dicky White, ‗Soul of World,‘ exclaimed Chinmaya, ‗Emerging Economy‘: a Kalam admirer, ‗Land of Computer wizards (slaves)‘: An American out-sourcing agent, ‗$1 Majority‘: I, a dot in census!

‗Land of scams‘: An old freedom fighter Wrote with blood, From an old bullet wound!

2011/02/10

Postscript: $40 billion loss for Nation from 2G spectrum deal and $45 billion loss, latest, from S-Band deal between DEVAS and Indian Space Research Organization! And they say, ‗the West look toward the East!‘

20 - - INTERNATIONAL YEAR OF SOIL? 2011 was declared as The International year of forests… Let‘s protect the lungs of mother earth…

Thanks to digital data recorders For one CD Rom is equal to one million pages… Let green be everywhere…

But, when will be celebrate International year of soil? For agricultural land is reduced to half in The last 100 years and population hiked six fold!

We can make anything now! We can go anywhere…the Moon.. .Anywhere! But, can Science make a handful of soil?

Can Science make a mouthful of food? No! Only soil, mother Earth can do that! Every year is ‗THE YEAR OF SOIL‘, for we are mere soil…

2011/01/01

INK PEN

I wish, if everybody on earth, use ink pens... Then half of the world's plastic garbage would have been away!

(Sharing some drops of ink, it's like sharing the entire knowledge! What a time it was! Hero pens, they were big luxury reserved for the children of those who were working in Dubai! )

INSOMNIA ―What‘s God‘s biggest boon to mankind?‖ What is your answer, dear friend? If you ask me to answer, I will say: It‘s nothing but sleep…Deep sleep… Blessed are those who can sleep Irrespective of perils, places and strange situations… Sleep makes you refresh every day is a rebirth Fills your mind with Beautiful dreams! If it horrifies you, Change your attitude Towards the world… Sleep…beautiful sleep makes you Pleasant every-moment… When are you going to bless me again?

010/10/17

INTERNET

The net! Through Internet, they met!

Through cables and optical fibres they talked, transferred their vital statistics, compared their common interests, hobbies and at last made a love net!

To be truthful to each other, they thought of living together. Ordered wedding rings, (paid up through credit cards later) invited all friends through the net!

When their son was born, asked their computer - that lovely idiot - to find a name...

And without even the slightest confusion, it recommended - 'Netizen!'

07.05.98

(I wrote this in 98. Internet was a costly affair that time $1/hr browsing! Now it has floored everything. They said that the future wars will be for water. But we know that the future wars would be for this twister... for the control of internet!)

IRAQ 2003

BUSH Thorn Bush!

I WAS THAT PENICILLIN AMPULE

Whenever I read about you, Tears roll down my eyes… Kasturba Gandhi……. An embodiment of pain and sacrifice, Caught in between a principled husband, A rebellious elder son and millions of followers…

Dear Mother, I was that Penicillin ampule Which Gandhi forbade the doctors When you were fighting for breath In death bead in Agakhan Palace Detention camp! It‘s the husbands right to decide The correct medicinal scheme For his wife, it seems! What an approach!

What could Gandhi‘s Naturopathy do With killer germs of chronic bronchitis with asthma? O! The mother of all sacrifices, You departed into deep silence Being a victim of adamant principles… Is it also Ahimsa?

March 8, The World Women‘s Day is nearby… But situations prevail the same!

2011/03/06

JESUS Love... Our very being... Our very existence... Sacrifice... Jesus... Human God... 2010/11/12

I picked up this picture from flicker.com. It is an aerial picture of war torn Baghdad. Somewhere near Abu Ghraib! You can see Jesus standing there with Grey Robes...

JESUS, CHRISTMAS AND ME

God is of bliss in nature… God is eternal happiness,,, Only formless are eternal… Only a mind without thoughts Can enjoy the supreme bliss… Vedanta, the end of knowledge, says…

But, dear God, How can I share this supreme knowledge To the billions suffer from hunger and Mortal pain on the eve of Christmas?

The rich world cut cakes and rejoice… They are celebrating your holy birth… You, our Human God, wander with us… Tormented by eternal suffering of the poor-folk… Every inch of this earth has The marks of your bleeding feet..

You cut billions of cakes, I bet: He will not taste even a small bit Until the day everyone has a mouthful of happiness… He will not taste even a small bit Until the day you learn to share and care… Who knows, that is the judgment day! Jesus, you are the Comrade of the hungry…

Wish you all ‗Merry Christmas‘ (But, never write ‗Xmas‘ anywhere Never remove Christ from Christmas… And never waste a piece of cake too!)

MERRY CHRISTMAS MERRY HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012

2010/12/13

A real time experience... of anyone with intelligent kids....

JOKE OF THE YEAR ‗You didn‘t give medicines to kids in time… You didn‘t iron my clothes… Pieces of rock in boiled rice… O God! This man is pestering too much… Stupid married life...‘ She yelled out of frustration… ‗Don‘t worry Mom, We will give him Vaji* oil, Then he will be a nice boy‘, Five year old son consoled her.

‗What?‘

‗Don‘t you know about Vaji Oil? Poor Mom, when do you get time to watch TV, Vaji Oil - a product of AyurFarma: To rejuvenate your married life!‘ He imitated the TV ad.

‗What do you mean by married life?‘

‗O, silly Mom, Life between you and Dad… We will get him a bottle of it And there ends all these fights…‘ He told in a cool tone

‗Dad, re-invent The lover in you!‘ He ran towards his father Imitating another ad…

Behind the curtains Stood a man with swollen eyes… ‗Forgive me lord…

How much did I pain a kid… Forgive me dear girl…‘ He told in silence…

'Mom, have a happy period',

*Vaji oil: An ointment used for sexual arousal 2011/03/21,

JOURNEY Life, even in the time of love, is a journey from loneliness, through loneliness to loneliness!

So I wish dear, if you were in my open arms for ever!

04.05.98

JOY OF SURRENDER! Dear, Just give me a day of yours, take my life in return! I never like to snatch your love... But like to surrender myself and enjoy the joy of surrender!

Dear, envelope my soul with the armour of love, enlighten my life with compassion infinite!

2010/09/14,

KENOSIS Kochi:* The capital of mosquitoes! And yesterday I met God while wandering through Broadway! Face- red with mosquito bites and black from pollution! In summer, Kochi is like an open hearth!

We sat under the cool shade of a restaurant floating. Waited for two mugs of fresh juice chilled.

Looking into my eyes, He asked, ' What do you expect from me? '

'Nothing'

'Really? '

'Yes.'

'It sounds funny, dear guy… If I empower you to kill anybody you like, if I enarm you the most powerful of all weapons, (Don‘t worry, you won‘t be sinned, I assure) tell me, whom do you kill first? Anti-social elements, politicians, traitors or your own foes? '

―None of them.'

'Then? '

'My self! '

07.03.98

*Kochi is the largest city in Kerala, earlier known as Cochin.A poem dedicated to Mr.B.J.R.Pai, Bangalore, since it was his answer!

KERALA, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LAND!

While walking though The traffic in Cochin During the peak morning hours, I feel: every day is a wonder!

Fortunate are we Keralites For we don‘t have man-made wonders! Our mother is very rich with Her natural wonders Which attracted so many hunters, Even Killers like Vasco da Gama

Sea to mountains, she has, Rivers and lagoons everywhere, Bright sunshine all year Fertile her land grows spices, with Wonderful people known for Their hospitality that Removes your hostility!

We don‘t have pyramids, Taj-mahal or Great walls… We only have natural wonders For every man-made wonder Is a crystal of frozen tears and Blood of millions of slave hours

I see the dome of Taj Like a tear drop of Ustad Isa… He took twenty two years To construct Taj-mahal and On the very moment of completion, Sha-Jahan ordered to Chop his right hand! Every king is a cheat!

Behind every man-made wonder, There is a sadistic pleasure…

Welcome to my dear Kerala, A must see destination Selected even by National geographic magazine If you can enjoy her greenery, Your minds will remain evergreen… That‘s her grace!

28/05/08 *A painting by me is shown above! LIFE @ GLOBALIZATION Life @ globalization: Powerful mental invasion Will end up in Complete 'debauchery!

2010/09/28

LIKE A CANTICLE!* 1

Dear, I leave my heart with you: a heart bleeding, live in vein of pain and lone in silence!

And I know, for you, only two ways left with! Me, happy to accept any of them…

Either you can keep it living on and on and on, or kill it with mercy!

If kept in your heart, I will resurrect! Glitter like a carefully cut diamond: with million faces, light entrapped!

And if thrown away, will burn like Sun in gutter... Shall fly up- wings burnt without any destination!

Just tell me, when is the judgment day? Optimistic my soul, pessimistic my heart! Thoughts, like unbridled horses, torment a torn heart!

11

Dear, Pour into my heart agonies of yours, hidden tragedies... Let me gamble with it and lose heavily!

Dear, may be I am nobody, but still I pray for you: let happiness be happy with you...

02.04.98 It was my first love letter. And the rest is madness LITTLE MERMAID

O Little mermaid!

I still live because of you and I am still in love, just because of you!

I met you last summer vacation, on a sea shore… Remember the lovely breeze playing with your black cascade and the Sun lost in your eyes!

Alone in thoughts, I live in this city and the winter pierce my woolen clothes. Afraid of my eyes losing vision, but even in any stark darkness, I can see you through your eyes!

My ears melt in noise, but even in any ocean of noise I can listen to your heart... You know it beats for me... The sweet melodies you were singing, make waves in mind, though I couldn't understand, love made it clear!

When feeling your face in mind, me being on the top of a mountain, watching the lovely moon, floating on the lake down, playing with the ripples, but my moon is bitter without you!

In nothingness everything exists, but in you: the whole world! Cosmic sound echoes in your silence, and I know you are nothing but love! Sometimes I pilgrim through your mind, that makes everything pleasant, that makes me feel cared and your love is something that soothes my soul!

We love and live for love, we love and live for the world! But the wounds they give, who is going to heal?

I am going to tell the world, You are love…love...love... We love and live for love, we love and live for the world! O Little mermaid!

18.01.96

This is my first poem and all my poems belong to UshaUthup, the most famous singer of love, from Calcutta. It is only because of her, I started writing poems. Her simple lines inspired me like anything! Ushaji, I thank you with my soul…My poetry belongs to you.

LIVING SIGNATURES Kasaragod*, Here stands an ancient tree and a painter covered her trunk with white canvas….. ‗Come, put your signature and be a part of our fight against Endosulfan‘, he wrote.

I stay 700Km away from this ‗Oppumaram‘ (Signature Tree). But, I do put my signature on your minds, dear Comrades. Signatures flood on the Tree and filled up canvases will be mailed to the Union Ministers. Young children who live like vegetables, suffering from unknown syndromes caused by Endosulfan, play under that tree. Sad, they are living signatures! Living cadavers! Use of Endosulfan killed a district of Kerala…. It killed the dreams millions of people…. It killed their health… Mind, fertility and everything… For protecting a Cashew plantation owned by the Government, they have been spraying poison for the past 25 years. For protecting the interests of the Pesticide lobby, Union Ministers for Environment and Agriculture play acrobatic double deal. They are asking for more proofs that Endosulfan can affect human health! How sad! Politicians are mere numb-skulls! Just open your eyes and see at least… What do they see except currency, shares of corruption! Behold, Endosulfan is there in your sperms, ovums and in every cells. It is of more importance than of Rs 10 billion annual pesticide business. Union Ministers, we know that you will not open your mouth against Endosulfan in Stockholm Convention 2011, where they try to abolish the use of it! They call Kerala as God‘s own country! What a paradox! Sad, my name is also a part of their pain: Kasara‘GOD‘! God laments!

*Kasaragod is a district at the northern end of Kerala, worst affected by the use of Endosulfan.

LIVING SIGNATURES

‗They give us mere votes…. And you… ‗Gandhi*‘ : The shortcut to power! And by the way ‗Stockholm….‘ Union Minister was sharing a joke With a Pesticide king.

‗What Stockholm?‘

‗O… Stock more at home… ‗

‗What?‘

‗Endosulfan! ‘

Every politician is practical joker, Pest king wrote in his mind While hugging the politician!

*Gandhi stands for currency in local slang, how sad!

2011/04/23

It is a real real experience...of my sister Leena... It happened to her best friend Gita from Kashmir... the ever bleeding wound of India

LONE IN THE DARK LANES

Yesterday, I had been to a Carpet shop in Broadway. He showed me those thin Carpets and explained, 'Kashmiri.' Don't know what prevented from buying and back home, your letter waiting. The same simple joys and your great anxieties: I am afraid of those huge blacks who kill even for a pair of shoes and dark goggles... Not peaceful even here yaar... No piece...No sleep...'

Dear, remember the place where we met For the first time, under those lovely mayflowers… Those days, in the city of palaces*(Mysore) and lovely gardens, how wonderful! Same classroom, same room in hostel we shared... Those apples and walnuts, you brought from Srinagar at the end of vacations... Those days of exams, lousy labs... Waiting for response from those oscilloscopes... Those small gossips, walks through lone lanes... And your Dad's love: a valley in my mind, greener and greener and greener...

Those violent days of early nineties, days of abductions and abscondings, how silent you were, dear then.... Not even reading the headlines of news papers, not listening to TV news...

Remember, you running away from watching `Roja.., '*(a movie on terrorism) And that dreaded day we roamed a lot... Back at night, unclear heard your Dad's name in the news headlines.

Then someone came in search of you and a phone call, yes you knew it... That night- the darkest of all- unconscious you took rest on my lap. Did I cry? No... tears may wake you... When you left, dried up my glands.

We all waited for your comeback, praying for his soul rest in peace. You came when exams approached, nothing did me say...yes you knew... what I intended to say...

Deedi- your elder sister, a doctor herself- unveiled that episode later: in that morning, he was leaving for office, someone came- hardly twenty- and shot at point blank... Our driver betrayed, otherwise he would have lost his family... Anyway they came in time... When brought to medical college, they asked: 'Hindu or Muslim and who shot? '

'Hindu, terrorists...' I said, Twenty doctors vanished, only me, not in consciousness... He left without any medical care, those three bullets could fail his heart... Helpless I was... Yes you can cut others... but not your dearests... See the fire in my son's eyes who saw him shooting... It will never extinguish... We lost everything and now hiding in the city of graves*... Who knows, when do they pump bullets again?

One day, from a deep silence, you told, ―He was my class-mate.'

Now Kashmir: hell on earth... Bullet fire: their country song… Their Carpets: dyed with blood...

Every national holiday makes me frightened... Republic day... twenty-three pundits shot...

August fifteen... Our independence day How many more souls will be free, any idea, dear Punditji*?

15.07.98

*Pundit Jawaharlal Nehru. former prime minister of India LOVE

My tent, she stood like a mountain peak: an embodiment of human pride! Poor sandstorms hated her always as they couldn't hurt! Axis of earth was her central pillar! Lovely clouds- multi-coloured - were tarpaulins! While dwelling peacefully there, my eyes picked up the weariness in your eyes... You: a lone camel, scorched by out broken sandstorms... The agony in you eyes: an auger worm which pierced my heart, bruised my soul! As I had fallen for your outpourings, first your silent head entered in. Then the same Arab's tale! My turban flew in tempest, sand on eyes, ears and lungs... Hot touch of molten sand blisters! When carried away in a heat wave, just one moment our eyes met! O It was you: an intruder I never expected, a tenant never intend to vacate! Now I wander like a gypsy, don't know how to squander life or end it! Pity! 07.07.98

LOVE AND LIFE Dear, When I could listen to Your heart-beats on mine, Call it love!

When we could listen to Our heart-beats in unison, Call it life!

1996 LOVE CYCLE Where there is love, There is silence Where there is silence There is peace Where there is peace, There is divinity Where there is divinity, There is love!

28.5.08

LOVE IS THAT SWEET UNEASINESS

Dear Friend, In this complex modern world, where can one find real love? All are in search of money, power and other modes to fulfil their ego. But they are not aware of losing eternal happiness!

I still remember your words ―I will hurt you, all life.‖ I deserve it dear: a crater in my soul! Days of love are the days of pain never ending and of pleasure immense. They are the days of purge. I know: now also there are no shadows between us.

You taught me this: If you wish to know what real love is, you should be a loser, cause every victory is momentary!

Love is the confluence of hearts…

2010/09/20

MAN AND MIND Almost in every language, Harmonious are the words Representing man and mind…

Man… Mind…(English) Manushyan… Manass… (Malayalam) Manithan… Manam…(Tamil) Mard… Man.. (Hindi) mŭzh...um(Bulgarian) There are so many examples! (Please fill them up)

Man is the creation of mind... Life is the journey of mind.... Mind is our very existence...

Mind is the abode of God Sad, nobody searches for him there!

2011/01/26

MANDIR OR MASJID? SOME THOUGHTS, IN THE NAME OF GOD...

Being a poet, I am destined to speak out truth Guns may be pointed on me, I don‘t care.

After sixty long years of legal conflict A verdict has come: Divide the land to three equal parts… For whom? Ram?Allah?And the followers?

Qur‘an and Ramayana, both have The same strong pillars: Truth, fraternity, equality Tolerance and peace blend with love…

What are they going to construct there? Ram Mandir*?A Mosque? God knows, Let them make anything Without any further bloodshed…

Ram, Allah, Jesus…. Different names of the same supreme bliss… We make Mandirs and Mosques and Churches For them to dwell!

We keep every Mandir, Church and Mosque Tidy to the best… We keep every Mandir, Church and Mosque Illuminated even at the noon…

Sad, none knows, They live in inner depths of Our sleepy minds, Where we accumulate filth!

O follower, at least try to know this: Your body is his best shrine, Your mind is the sanctum sanctorum, And love is the eternal prayer….

*Temple

30.09.10 MARCH 8: WORLD WOMEN‘S DAY A summer day, red hot like Her internal combustion… Sweat, hunger, tears, Never-ending fears, Physical and mental harassments And suppressed shrieks… Everyday is Women‘s day….

All I have given you is a cup of pain: A cup that can imbibe seven seas! Forgive me… Dear, Let‘s love for ever for we are inseparable… My God has the countenance of a Woman! 2011/02/24

MAXIMUM EXPLOITATION THEORY (MET)

Your thesis for the next Nobel Prize! The theory of modern times!

2010/11/16,

MAXIMUM PURIFICATION THEORY ‗Prem, In which religion Do you believe?‘, You ask.

‗Certificates say that I am a Hindu, (My parents filled them long back!) Wife and sons are Hindus, But, the ‗I‘ in ‗Me‘ say: I am Neither a Hindu, nor a Muslim/ Christian/ Parzi/Buddhist/ or any religion with a name!‘

‗Then, whom do you worship?‘

‗My self‘

‗Worshiping of ‗self‘ is The shortest path to ruins!‘

‗No way… Today, I worship The serenity of my soul… And tomorrow, It has to be more serene To get worshiped… Friend, I strive to get purer And purer every moment!‘

‗The purest form of all scriptures is Written in the language of silence! Your soul can feel that silence Only when you become selfless!‘

‗Now tell me, which is my religion?‘

‗PREM, the undefined!‘

2011/03/24

MAYA It was the first kiss...... A kiss on your lips In front of Jesus, At that Convent of nuns! Those mighty yellow flowers Bathed in sunshine On that New Year day!

Hot touch of life, Soft touch of love!

He touched on my forefinger, Gave me life And took you back In return!

Kiss of life… Kiss of death… Kiss of love… Wanders, an ignited soul In search of his identity, A mad cap In the vertex of a twister A soul-storm… Void… Maya*?

*illusion

14.04.2006

MEMORIES AND ME

`Memories and me', I saw in your diary, `are we those two hungry Piranhas fighting in a square glass box?

To kill your hunger, I plunged my heart long back and it vanished within no time!

Or we, those two contrasting colours- vibrant enough, yet discrete- fuse together in harmony in a vase with those twelve sun flowers*?

Should I flee from you, as remembrance itself is a never-ending pain like love? '

*A painting by Vincent Van-Gogh 2010/10/11

MIND

Factor, common for heaven and hell!

2010/11/02

MONICA BECOMES A MODEL! `Monica* becomes a model'- Headline of a tabloid.

`More than a million shades of red! '''...... IRAQI RED...... '''' The lipstick of the future! '

07.03.99

*Monica Lewinski

Dedicated to those millions of Iraqi kids died of malnutrition and lack of medicines.... The most affected will be childern..... thecherubs.... how sad?

This poem is written by my little sister Silssa (1983-99). When she was fighting with Cancer, I handed over a diary to her to write her memories to keep death away. Mother Teresa blessed her during her school days in Cochin and she remembers that experience through this poem. Today is the 100th birthday of Mother Teresa.

MOTHER TERESA: THE SCINTILLATING TOUCH

A sacred hand towards the poor, A golden heart for the invalids, A heavenly smile for the refugees…. O Mother, Who other can be all these? Your touch on my shoulders And on my face, In which heaven I found myself – my heart- With the pleasure it filled, My tiredness swept away and My anger turned to gratitude…. To whom? To my mother, father or God… I don‘t know…I don‘t know…. With you I am now And I only know that The scintillating touch Still on my shoulders!

Silssa. (1983 – 99)

MY FRIEND POET SHRIDHAR.B.S Once a playwright went to a publisher ‗Sir, I wrote so many one act plays and The critics opined they are really good. But, silly plays of others are available in print! So far I haven‘t got a publisher, What do you say, Sir?‘ he asked…

‗Mr.Playwright, what is the heading Of today‘s newspaper?‘

‗Leika, a dog, is sent to space!‘

‗What do you understand from this?‘

‗Science grows faster than light And the Russians are simply great!‘

‗No man… If someone is there to push, Even a dog can reach the moon!‘

During college days, my friend Shridhar was 100 times more better than then time Spearhead of Indian Cricket team Bowler …………… from Karnataka… (They played in the same ground, same coach!) But, no exposure… no back up politics! We used to call him Marshal, after The West Indies player Malcolm Marshal! A glorious career flew to gutters!

Being a Bangalorean and my classmate, He taught me how to speak in English fluently, Those marathon discussions on Love, humanity and spirituality, That moulded the poet(?) in me!

During the last semesters of Engineering, Somehow, I emerged as the College top, Beyond everyone‘s expectations… I was literally harassed by every lecturer As I was from outside of Karnataka state… Our Head of Department, openly rejected My project work, he tormented me in every respect… While I was heading to a deep depression, Shridhar took me to a nearby bar… After a very long discussion, he shouted: ‗Who is he to dictate your future? Tell him to fuck off… fuck him… It is you, you alone, can dictate your life… Now, I command, go to sleep‘ After several days, I slept of like a small kid… That is the power of word…Word means God!

And I had to sit with him, more than a week, Day and night, when his flame rejected him… How cunning was she, simply cutting Relationship just by tying a Rakhi! Lover is transformed to brother! None can understand women! Love can make you rock or a crack!

‗What is she doing now?‘ Recently I asked. ‗Still there in Bangalore, unmarried! So many tragedies shattered her household.‘ He told in a sad tone… When you are hurt with love, When you are a loser in love, Then only love remains eternal…

Last year, I told him about poetfreak, Forced him to share his thoughts here… I am happy, he listened to me And we have poet Shridhar.B.S. Thank you, my best pal…. Love Premji 2011/01/28

MY MOTHER-TONGUE: MALAYALAM Between the dents of globalization, Every local language faces extinction My mother-tongue is My real mother Her name is wonderful 'MALAYALAM' You read it from eitherside, She is the same People call it spoonerism I love to call it wonder

'Tamil: ' Her mother is virgin 'Sanskrit: ' Her father, an ascetic Just under half percent of World population speak My dialect...Malayalam

Every year, they say, Almost three hundred languages die... Being the youngest of all, I wish she could withstand The cultural invasion Popularly named Globalization!

02/06/08

NAILS Nails: my beloved friends in childhood and I kept them carefully in a metal chocolate box! Small pins, stolen from aunt's dissection box and I used to pin small butterflies! Drawing pins taken from Dad's table drawer and I had fallen for their wild glitter! Lost interest in small ones as I grew up and bigger iron nails flooded in the dark corners of household! And I never knew: someone could utilize them to fix the top cover of Grandma's coffin and that day Jesus touched my heart! And today, all rusted they sink beneath every footstep and pierce my heart every moment!

07.01.98 NAKED TRUTH A jilted heart is like a plastic cup, once crumbled thrown away! It won't decay and never be a part of earth!

Golden letters filled with love may fade away, but blood stains remain blue always!

18.07.96 NATIONAL VOTER'S DAY They declared a day for the public at last, January 25th , as National voter's day! The rest 364 belong to whom?

Post script:

Prime Minister is reluctant to publish The list of people having Swiss bank accounts... A voter has no voice!

2011/01/22

NAUGHTY DOLLS! my friend opened an all women exclusive shop and she named it 'NAUGHTY DOLLS'!

She just smiled when I asked: Why?

2011/03/10

NEVER FORGET TO SING ALOUD! State decides your life, Irrespective of nations… Whether democracy, Totalitarian rule, Or whatever it may be… You are mere beast of burden… Mere slave… sad reality…

Dear poets, You think internet offers Ultimate freedom, But no way friends! You think your e-mail Passwords are your own, No way dear friends… They are learning about Each and every opportunity to dissent, Future wars will be For the control of internet… Dear Netizens, we have to fight for FREEDOM NET!

Internet, She is a big spider, real power-monger… Today they are afraid of Citizen journalism… They are sharpening their tools… Poor scientists work hard For more money and recognition… For whom? Artificial intelligence is Almost ready now… That cruel spider will Swallow each voice of dissent With killer search engines… Then, this virtual world is full of words like Paen, plaudit, kudos, eulogy Commendation, acclamation You won‘t be able to find Even a single real world…

So, never forget to sing aloud Never forget to write with YOUR OWN HANDS! NEVER FORGET TO SHOUT AGAINST INJUSTICE…

2010/12/14 NIMAL DUNUHINGA

I have been reading you from the very day Your name was recommended by legendary Sandra Fowler, Skylark from West Columbia... Nimal, what a poet you are! One writes with a blend of blood and tears… Sometimes with fire of zillion degrees… Reading you is like an acid bath… You make me bare up to the soul…

Our motherlands are separated by 30 miles of sea, But no distance between us… Two poet blood brothers… My mother is Esme and have two elder brothers… Lalit is the elder… I mourn for you, dear Rohan… I still have the taste of that bitter tomato soup You made from spoiled tomatoes… Life is bitter my brother…

You come from a war torn nation… So many poets write about war… You fight war against war from a war-torn heart… There lies the difference… You preach, please don‘t fight Amidst the shower of bombs… You walk through minefields like a scattered soul… You torment your soul for everyone, Deceased and living dead… The Ocean surrounding your pearl nation is A wide expanse of your bitter tears

Here people sympathize only for the Tamil folk, You worry for everyone in Srilanka… You worry for every have-not all over… I know your plight in the land of opportunities too Man is a political animal they say, True men are the victims of political animosity!

Bard, we think of others, destined to suffer we are! I can listen to the pain of a loner in every song… You strongly believe Buddha is the greatest poet, Another loner, your favorite!

Nimal, I am the salt in your sweat and tears… Two syllables beyond the craft and meters, We live here in poetfreak! Bard, you are like a woodpecker Who still taps my mind‘s trunk mercilessly…..

Painfully yours

Premji

2010/10/15

NOBODY

When I went to His dwelling place, He asked: Why did you come In search of me, When I live within you? When I was about tn Light a candle, He told: be a candle instead!

When I went to my love: She told: be my breath dear! When I went to my little sister, She told: be my hope for life!

When I went to the world, They told: You are Nobody!

2010/09/08

NOBODY BAGS NOBEL PRIZE FOR SCIENCE FROM INDIA: WHY? Congratulations Dr. Robert Edwards Nobel winner for Medicine 2010... Can I ask you a simple question Do you know Dr.SubhashMukhopadhyay?

‗Of course Yes, He was my ‗brother Saint from Calcutta,‘ The doctor behind India's first Test-tube baby ‗Durga‘, She is the second test-tube baby, born on October 3, 1978. I won the Nobel, and he still hanging dead…‘

Dear friends, I cannot forgive those idiotic Marxists, The ruling party of West Bengal, They insulted Dr.Subhash based on Baseless ethical controversies! If Pope was behind such a move, I can understand, Then what about these poor atheists! He was brutally interrogated several times By the ‗moral Police‘ of Marxists! He was brutally excommunicated Even from doctor‘s community! They openly declared his achievement bogus… Communism needs only obedient idiots, A bitter truth Universal! Rotten Indian politicians were successful To prevent him from going out, They made him commit suicide! Sad, he was one who flew ahead of time! Cruel fate of a lonely Genius…

He had nothing… No autoclaves, no sophisticated equipments! From nothing, he created Durga! Still we are lamenting: ‗No Nobel Prize for Indian scientists!‘ How do they get?

The parents of young women here Suffer from dowry like anything! Now their condition is still worse Because of growing infertility Sad, they have to bear the medical expenses for Their daughters getting pregnant too! Infertility is a big business, no moral concerns!

‗Ovarian cysts among teens are in alarming rate Fast food habits are the real villain No broiler chicken, no pineapple, No big bananas, no bakery products‘ Dr.Subhash advises from the grave…

9/10/10

NUCLEAR POWER, IT'S TIME TO RETHINK

In yesteryears, I was working as a sales engineer For a living. One day, I picked up an order for An articulated crane from Indian Rare Earths, A Public sector Company, Purifies radio-active Thorium ore. The employees wear a card Which records radiation And if it exceeds, he will get Leave for couple of weeks.

The Thorium Silo has A wall of 30'' in thickness, Still, radiation pierces! There we met, two young men, Filling long plastic cans With Thorium ore using spades. I was shell shocked...

'Why don't you take enough protection?'

'No need Sir, we drink lot of Butter-milk, that's enough', One guy told, smiling And continued his work!

We fixed an articulated crane inside the Silo And the hardened Chrome-plated pistons Glittered in the morning Sun! Within a week, the clamshell grab And the pistons started pitting like hell. God, then what about human corrosion? 'This is India', my friend laughed.

Tsunami devastated Japan Nuclear Power Plants created deadly threats... It happened in Japan where They keep stringent standards for safety... Now, compare them with India!

I feel, it's time to rethink The Civilian Nuclear Deals... If a million Indians die, Who will worry about them in US? 2011/03/15

O! ANGEL..

O! Angel, In the time of love, Life is a silent prayer All silent prayers!

Don't know how to describe you! You: The soul of innocence Or innocence of the soul, The soul of pain Or pain of the soul, The soul of loneliness Or loneliness of the soul, The soul of poetry Or the poetry of the soul......

Or, the soul of all souls Wild with love at heart? Who are you?

Days of love are The days of pain never ending, Days of pleasure immense! Yes, the are the days of purge!

Like a wildfire, your words Torment my soul... Like a gentle caress, They help me resurrect like Phoenix...

Like a butterfly, I flutter to kiss All your dream-flowers To enjoy all the hidden metaphors.....

A creative heart Likes to be naked And tormented always! I know that You are weaving wings for.... 1996

O ECCENTRICS OF THE WORLD!

O Eccentrics Of the world, Unite......

You have Nothing to loose, Except your Madness.

That only makes you Real men Useful to Mankind!

2010/09/03

ON AN ANGEL (ON SILSSA 1983-99)

Now: I am just a statue, made of salt, so how can I cry? Tell me dear... One dropp of tear may dissolve me away!

Now: my mind is just a sea, made of tears, so how can I cry? Tell me dear... One drop of tear: nothing before a sea!

The innocence in your eyes cuts my soul like a razor... When you writhe in pain, how can I make you smile?

Every needle pierces you: craters my heart, every moment of pain: I can feel at heart... Like crucifixion, has to end up in resurrection!

'Why is he so cruel to me, for what fault of mine? ' You lament to me... When I myself is a silent lamentation, how can I console you...

Every known philosophy is meaningless when it is applied on our beloveds, it is a universal truth, bitter!

Dear, through paining you, He torments himself.... The aura of your Krishna is that of self torture! He is just testing you and he likes to surrender...

Every hair you loose: lost days in my life... Every extra cell grows: never intend to hurt you, they curse themselves every moment, you know!

Now I am just a candle, both ends burning! I can't stand her pains. O! Deity! Deign her, bedew on her!

Just leave her to existence, I will leave anything instead: poetry, own love, own life, anything for her!

If you need a soul: just take mine, put it into any chaos, plunge it into any chasm, I will never complain...

Every moment, myself- a silent prayer! It is selfless! O! Almighty, let it be honoured!

30.04.98

On April 98, my little sister Silssa was diagnosed suffering from Ewing‘s sarcoma, a type of cancer which makes the bones spongy. She was just fifteen, a budding writer herself. She used to write stories in Malayalam and English, poems in English. She was an embodiment of love…my Guru…dispeller of darkness! In 1999 she left me alone, of course it was a year of losses in all the ways! I stopped writing before she left. Then in 2008, I met Risha Ahmed (12), a wonderful poet from Kochi, she brought me back to the world of poetry.

ORIGINAL SIN Original Sin, Beyond sin: Insinuation!

2010/11/04

PADDY AND THE LAST CHRISTMAS 'Wish you a happy X-mas And a happy new year', I sent greetings to Paddy...

Premji, Why do you remove 'Christ' from Christmas? He wrote back...

Dear friend You remain for ever In my soul... 2011/02/04

PAIN AND PALLIATIVE CARE

This window, how do I define it? Where do I fix it?

Today, it rains heavily! Still, how bright and silent the long corridors of this pain clinic!

Sitting beside the book shelves in the library, my eyes gazed through the small notes on the walls: `Stop smoking, Save yourself...' And something on cancer awareness...

Suddenly doctor* came and sat with me. So simple and lazy his attire, beautiful his well trimmed beard, merciful his eyes- even light-years not sufficient enough to measure the depth of them, kind his voice- soft and generous, fills your souls with so much of belief and enthusiasm!

With patience immense, he answered all my questions, gave some brochures: `Freedom from pains... Little bit more of life...'

Pointing to their logo, he told, ' Very simple, three pictures- a window, a bird flies up and a flower, drawn by one of our patients...'

My heart felt so heavy while leaving from there. A great sorrow torments it even now: who drew it? I didn't ask, couldn't visit that lone heart, if alive...

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Dear friend, frontiers are common ones.... And you drew this window to fix on the great wall separating life and death, didn't you?

Through this smiling flower, you mean: comeback to life, peaceful days in unison with nature, buds of hope, don't you?

And your bird: flies up from this great prison called earth to the free skies of eternal peace, doesn't it?

Dear, you defined the undefined with just three symbols! Let me kiss those pale fingers with my soul!

And those two squares left unfilled, what do they symbolize?

'Your heartlessness...'

Whose voice is that?

09.09.98

PanditBhimsenGururajJoshi (February 4, 1922 - January 24, 2011) was an Indian vocalist in the Hindustani classical tradition. A member of the KiranaGharana (school), he is renowned for the khayal form of singing, as well as for his popular renditions of devotional music (bhajans and abhangs). He was the most recent recipient of the Bharat Ratna, India's highest civilian honour, awarded in 2008. PANDIT BHIMSEN JOSHI 'Mile Sur MeraTumhara'

"When my musical note and Your musical note merge, It becomes our musical note"

The dream heaven Still reverberates in my soul... O! Holy singer, Immortal is your voice and life.... 2011/01/25,

PEAK OF IGNORANCE A practising young Doctor Searching for ‗Hippocrates*‘ in Google!

* Father of Western Medicine...

2010/09/27

POET IS A LIVING PYRE Poet is a living pyre, But, what to burn Except his soul.... With billion degrees He burns Like the Sun... Imagine The plight of the Sun He burns for you To torch your life There is no deference...

2010/08/07 POET IS A SUICIDE BOMBER Poet is a suicide bomber For he is exinct with every explosion But, the words fly apart Make you bleed with their sharp edges and he then, takes rebirth in your mind With the brilliance of billion Suns! This is the fate of anyone Who cannot close his eyes against injustice!

7/7/08

POETRY Strange obsession Internal combustion..... Forbearence..

2010/11/09

POETRY Let's share the darkness To brighten our souls!

POETRY Imagine, A lone horse Harnessed to a chariot For life, with free reins... So fast he runs Through paths un-trodden To find right words To fulfill your mind‘s need That I add my collection of letters Is that called poetry? Will you be the rider, My beloved reader, in my chariot And enjoy the highways of freedom with Lot of love and care?

6/6/08 POETRY Words grow Beyond words Beyond self Beyond the soul Ah! Poetry!

2010/08/03

POLITICS OF EXCREMENT ‗God is a very bad engineer, See, inlet is very near to exhaust‘ Satan commented after watching God‘s finest creation: WOMAN! What a funny SMS!

Is globalization The biggest threat ever, we face? No friend, managing the politics of excrement is! From a careless voter to a rotten politician!

6 billion people and a daily minimum of 3 million tonnes human waste! Several million tonnes of engine exhaust gases, Greenhouse gases, industrial pollution And innumerable forms of waste From plastic to hospital waste! Mother Earth is busy transforming to a shit hole! (Already she is!) Everything is expanding except her diameter! Everything is polluted, from sperm to ovum And I am busy here to find out God‘s gene! ‗Why do you waste your time, dear Son? That is already replaced by DDT!‘… Whose voice is that?

Who will sing for her? Will there be a Hercules to clean her stables? 2011/01/27 POPE AND CONDOM USE! Thank you Pope! For indirectly you too have joined The war against AIDS…

You have granted permission Only for those male prostitutes! Homosexuality doesn‘t result in new birth! What an invention!How sad?

Then what about females, Pope? Don‘t they have souls? Are they free from AIDS?

‗I am truly sorry‘ We are fed up of Listening to your apologies To sexually abused children By Bishops and priests:

Include them too As a new category of condom users! Then half of the world‘s Child abuse can be reduced!

Is sex a sin or is it a basic need? It is the time to rethink...

2010/11/25 POVERTY LINE Neither straight nor curved The longest line on Earth!

PURGE Factor common for Totalitarianism, Dictatorship And mass graves

2010/11/08 QUESTION ASKED THE MOST

''Don‘t you have Any other work?'' Sad, I am a poet !

2010/11/08

Washington: After being duped by a California-based "sham" university named 'Tri-Valley', scores of Indian students in the US are now enduring the ignominy of being forced to wear radio collars around their ankles so that authorities can keep track of their movements… The Hindu Daily

RADIO COLLARS FOR INDIAN STUDENTS ‗Waxing bodies, waning minds, Dried up souls… Ha! America!‘ I wrote these words during American invasion of Iraq (2003)

The Indian students cheated by A ‗Sham‘ University of America, Now wander with Radio Collars around their ankles!

‗It is a routine process‘, authorities say!

‗It is nothing but a house Divided against itself, will fall‘ Civil war over, Slavery abolished… Lincoln was assassinated.. Still How inhuman is this Radio-collar act!

‗Then what about me, Lining in this burnt house - Repainted with white later, With Radio-collars tagged Even in the soul?‘: O Mama...

This should be a lesson To every student who betray His/her mother-land, for those Imaginary better prospects In hollow lands… Working for mother is honour And the rest is mere slavery!

2011/02/02 RAHUL GANDHI AND INDIAN WEAVERS

23/02/2011 Rahul meets Prime Minister on weaver‘s behalf... He seeks waiver of loans for Hand-loom workers and Cotton mill owners which stand at $0.75 billion!

Cotton price is increasing day by day, Farmers commit suicide and Monsanto sterile the cotton fields! What a lovely background!

Dear Rahul, Is there any honesty in your action? Being the youth icon of India, Alone, you can solve the problems of Every hand-loom worker in India…

Just a few words from you are enough: ‗Fellow Congress men, wear handloom cotton‘… If you say so, the weavers will clear the loans On their own as their sales hike up And $0.75 billion public funds are saved!

Being just another politician, Rahul, you will never say that! Can you differentiate handloom and mill Khaddar? Sad, not even a single politician across the world Believe in permanent solutions! 2011/02/24,

RAJA RAVI VARMA* For me, it‘s a moment of pride To tell you that I am from his village 'Kilimanoor' The village of Prince Painter!

The lanes in front of his palace Were forbidden for our ancestors They were from lower caste They called him ‗Prince Painter‘ The priests in the nearby temples Were from upper caste They never allowed them inside Simply calling them untouchables

To get some sandal paste or vermilion Our ancestors used throw money Over the temple walls... Money has supernatural powers It is not untouchable Even though thrown by an untouchable The priests fought for the money thrown in Threw out sandal paste in return!

Their Prince was annoyed so much He painted Deities for them: The poor and depressed... His lithographs of Gods Adorned every household He was our leader of renaissance He was God incarnate!

He painted Gods with immortal grace He was tormented for that in court His pictures of Goddesses had The face of ‗Sugandha‘, a Parsi widow, Model and lover of Prince painter Hindu upper caste fanatics couldn‘t stand They wanted him behind the bars God let him win the case But his Sugandha consumed poison Thinking that he might lose in court… She bid Goodbye on his lap… His jasmine left for ever She was immortalized on pictures lot

Imagine the pain of our great Prince Now the modern painters from India Call him ‗Calendar Painter‘ They accuse him ruined Indian painting scheme They say his paintings results Could easily be achieved by photography But I bet, they can‘t paint even a Finger as painted by our Prince… It‘s mere jealousy It‘s only Indians can degrade another Great Indian!

My college mate was from his palace He took me inside once Showed me his studio With not even a picture of Our great prince… It is in ruins I wish sometimes Our prince should have born outside

Recently a Sanyasin told me: Her Brahmin* relatives are Busy removing paintings of our Prince From their pooja-rooms… How can they worship the face of a widow? ‗How do I imagine my Krishna Without Ravi Varma? ‘ She laments…

You are our Prince Painter The Prince of have-nots!

*Ace painter from India.. *Hindu upper caste 2010/10/21

Red ribbon express is a train continuously running across India. You can have every information about AIDS, arranged in the various compartments of her. RED RIBBON EXPRESS ‗Red Ribbon Express‘ Will reach Cochin tomorrow Flagged off on December 1st 2007, She is running very fast Through the villages and cities, Takes halt for exhibitions For making people More and more aware of AIDS God knows, when will She stop running… She was warmly welcomed in Chennai And she will be here tomorrow…

During my school days, Our local newspaper brought together The news of death of Rock Hudson, The famous Hollywood actor, And the new epidemic AIDS

From Rock Hudson, AIDS flows like River Hudson It‘s easy to find her fountainhead But what about AIDS, Who can stop her journey, With blindfold?

Nelson Mandela lost his son Kenneth Caunta admitted: His son died of AIDS Africa is gone ….

Here in this critical situation also, You think of Gandhi Immediate he is here With a complete solution He will advise those infected To practice self-imposed Spiritual isolation, as AIDS is A by-product of sexual globalization He will advise everyone to be virgin Till they get married, Every man and woman Chaste in married life with sexual discipline… He will advise every parent to Check the blood of children Whether infected, than matching Horoscopes, before marriage…

But, I am forced to suspect: Is it a new weapon of Neo-colonists and imperialists To conquer the fertile lands of Africa Without any expense of money Unlike the war on Iraq…

2010/08/21

RESURRECTION

O Man, Stand erect Extend your arms... Now your body is Nothing but a Cross!

Release Him From the deep sleep Within your mind...

Then You are He You are He You are He...

Resurrection 2010/10/06

REVOLUTION Two Rose plants were Given to Gandhi and Lenin. They bloomed... Mine is white, bloom of peace, Gandhi sighed.... Mine is red, bloom of revolution, Lenin smiled.....

Never-ending journey From one slaughterhouse To another! They still call it revolution.. Ultimate liberation.. Doctrines may be varied, Blood remains red! You remain dead! 010/09/26

It was in 2008 June...I got a Photostat copy of Risha's poems with an introduction by legendary Sandra Fowler... It was like a lightening...I joined poemhunter on the very day... Posted some 30 poems, all I had... I stopped writing poetry in 1999, but she could break my writer's block with a simple message! Whatever I wrote after thatbelongs to her! She is here now....My little Angel... Risha Ahmed is only twelve years old. She has already penned down more than 150 poems. She was one of the most popular members in poemhunter. She is from Cochin, Kerala, India. RISHA IS A WONDERFUL POET

Thank you Risha, For being the pleasure And treasure of poetfreak...

Risha, At your age of twelve, I was learning The English alphabets!

Risha, You are like ocean Pacific! So calm outer Strong currents underneath Straight goes your poems Into the heart Not into the head Where only intelligence Is stored…

Risha, Open your beautiful eyes wide Keep your antennas up Every moment And receive the signals of nature Transmit them through poetry For ideas are the seedlings of poetry…

Risha, Someday in future You will be the Poetic ambassador of India One anklet of Kamala Das Belongs to you!

Thank you Risha For you brought me back to poetry...

SANDRA FOWLER

‗Dear Sandra, Am I a poet? How to write poetry in Iambic pentameter?‘ I wrote to Sandra in 2008. I was in deep confusion…

‗Dear Premji, Master of brevity, I write poetry from the past 50 years And I am trained to write with Iambic Pentameter… You write exquisite poetry In your own style… Own style, That is the most important thing… Go on… Never try to imitate…Dear Prem‘… She wrote back…

Our God-Mother is Such a gentle soul!

2011/02/25 SANITARY NAPKINS

From today onwards, My Doctor told, you have to undergo radiations.

We don't have any other option, Mother told, but...

But?

Your periods will be stopped for ever...

Her words impinged my soul like thunderbolts... Why God? Why do you torment me like this? Why do you want to rip my femininity? Why do you want to chip away motherhood, my only mode of salvation, from me? Kill me please... for that is far better...

Tears roll down from eyes while going through your diary, my little sister. The pain your bear is still alive as words

Sad, we live in a nation where the poor womenfolk, below the poverty-line, use MUD instead of sanitary napkins!

24/6/08

SCRIBBLER AND A POET If a lotus blooms within your heart when you read me, I am a scribbler...

If an eternal scar remains on your soul, then I become a poet......

Neither a scribbler nor a poet, I remain your true friend...... 2011/04/11

SECRET OF GOOD MARRIED LIFE No ‗Me‘ Only ‗We‘! Nothing ‗Mine‘ Only ‗Ours‘!

Shalvy, founder of Mulberry Publications, Calicut, who ended his life of desperation... He was the publisher of poet A Ayyappan and so many writers including me... He revolutionized Malayalam publishing industry in Kerala. He got so many international awards for book production... He taught us designing a book is an art form... A gifted poet he was... He published more than 1000 books in 15 years... His death could have been avoided if writers helped him, still I strongly believe! He didn't have a computer or a printing press...

Once I went to a known poet's residence... He specializes in love and humanity... He didn't even offer me a glass of water... People run behind them for new poems! How sad! SHALVY MULBERRY, PUBLISHER FROM KERALA

Shalvy Mulberry: Martyr of letters, Rainbow in the dark!

With young leaves of mulberry and your blood, you fed those worms of letters!

When they became Lords of letters: you were the scapegoat!

Depths of kindness, respect in words and dagger in the heart! They needed you for editing, publishing, selling and after all for an address: ‗Mulberry‘! This time belongs to them!

O Unquiet souls, beware, his blood will never sleep! It will torment you every moment! Every footstep!

12-04-06 SHIFT IN PERCEPTION 'Go and search' Ancient Guru said. 'Go and search in Google' Modern Guru says!

2010/07/31 SKY The largest canvas ever God is the painter Sun is the water colour supplier And wind is the air brush

2010/09/09 SOLITUDE

So lone the crescent moon, no shining stars, only clouds make dark tides!

So lone, you sit at a dark corner of the long corridor, know not the soft touch of gentle breeze, know not the silence encompass, know not the lone soul deep within! So lone, lost in thought of home, sweet home!

So lone You are dear, even in my heart! 1998 SPIRITUALITY

SALT AND TEARS

Pop and Mom

ALPHABET OF EVIL

I

ENLIGHTENMENT

You are formless....

PERMANENT

Only the formless!

2010/09/20 SOMETHING IN COMMON

An Indian soldier in Kashmir or An American soldier in Iraq or Afghan They all face the same reality: Death, every moment… Imagine the unbearable stress Which they share in distress A sniper bullet, a car bomb Or a suicide bomber…. Why God? Why did you Create so many boundaries Around the globe?

If you go for a silent walk Through the their minds, What all will be seen: Lonely parents, wives, children Living with immense tension… How can they support their families With meagre salaries, Government offer?

Every war is the brainchild of The minority with power, A group of mad people… And the majority has to die, What a paradox…

An American soldier in Iraq thinks: We will have to move down to Iran After the presidential decisions, As we cannot survive without wars! And of course, oil prices are increasing… But when can I reach home?

2010/10/21,

SOME THOUGHTS ON REPUBLIC DAY

Our country is a secular country. In our country, there are many religions. But, keep this in mind: ‗TEMPLE‘ is six letter word, ‗CHURCH‘ is six letter word, ‗MOSQUE‘ is a six letter word! ‗GEETA‘ is a five letter word, ‗BIBLE‘ is a five letter word ‗QURAN‘ is a five letter word! That is Unity! Even letters are in unity and harmony! Why don‘t we think, spread And act as well? Happy Republic day… What a lovely Republic day message I got in this morning!

15 dark centuries are credited to the Pope! Hatred-preachers march to heaven(?) Killing innocents by exploding themselves… Caste fanatics kill the downtrodden… Religion of the ‗RED‘ are of no exception…

‗Man‘ is just a three letter word And the most powerful religion of Modern times is selfishness! Then who am I? 2011/01/26

SONG Soul Solitude Solace Song 2010/10/27

SONG FOR A DEAD RIVER 1

Rivers, do they have exequies, graveyards and requiems?

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Silent flows a river before me, we call her Chaliyar*.

She exhumes dead fishes, gives us venomous dreams, and corrodes away our time: so precious, accelerates our cell growths, curtails our life span, sterilizes our soil and preaches us - 'Life is a never ending itch! ' Still we love her.

And her tormentor*, he stands on steel and concrete, exhales clouds of black smoke, liquefies our lungs, taints our sky- so blue earlier- tarnishes our river under the cover of night, spurts his excrement into our maiden‘s womb... and at last entombs us like dogs!

Between the dents of pollution' he squeezes her soul out, throws a face-cloth on her, hails the power of money and their eyes dazzle out of profits!

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She flows blinded and deafened like the Goddess of death! So dark, her cascade flows and our tears make her still more dark! Bereft of all feelings quiet flows and the dark moon floats on...

Being exasperated, our benefactress becomes tormenters! She likes to separate our lives entwined… Still she is enshrined in the lower depths of our hearts!

So let's not wait for new incarnations to save her... Be martyrs in the struggle for existence, for our right to live!

Let's not rest, let's walk on all paths untrodden, let's not retrace our steps, let's fight until her arteries carry blood... pure blood, until we extricate her...

25.11.99

*Grasim industries, Mavoor.

River Chaliar is saved now 'cause the factory was closed of non-availability of raw material and strike by trade unions... SOUL OF HUNGER A mad-man watching, solemn offerings to departed souls eaten by crows! 2010/11/09 SPRING IN THE WILDERNESS Dear, left with only one wish in life: to leave, like a cool breeze, like bright moonshine, without hurting anybody! But my love, your wish is also the same: why? Is love the cause?

Dear, I read your mind long back... Though we are far away, no distance between us! You are with me always! When we are carried away by a twister of love, how can we leave? The dawn yet to come, won't it be ours?

Dear, betrayal is death and no one likes to die twice when alive! Where do we reach by leaving our love? No holy places, shrines and rivers will give us peace!

Dear, why should we live, so wild, in these concrete jungles? Together stay, share some wonderful moments and then leave!

But, when our love make us live, how can we leave?

18.03.96

STIGMATA OF THE SOUL

Every child born on earth is the very image of God!

And now, we even burn God by burning cherubs alive! Their desperate souls make this land cursed! Fanaticism comes camouflaged as dirty politics. Lotuses bloom like bloodstains over communal harmony! And with unfathomable anguish and anxiety, I understand: now, even love is a sin in this country! The uncertainties of future makes me fainthearted!

O! Forlorn souls! Accept please…My offering – nothing but my soul – with love, even though it is venomous!

1999

Dedicated to: the memory of Philip and Timothy, Children of Graham Stains, burnt alive by Hindu fanatics

STOP YOUR PANTOMIMES

When I was a child, I had the vigour of a new sprout! You nipped me in the bud, you desperately tried to cut all my soft feelings! You thought: love is nothing but education, you tormented me for drawing a picture on the wall, you made me imprint that I am useless in mind! You harassed me every moment, you insulted my innovative ideas by calling them ‗Utopian‘ and stole them openly, you enjoyed degrading me in public, you took away all the credits of my successes, you left me in the mid-seas when I wanted a shoulder to lean on, you wanted me to be more and more selfish, you never believed my words, you considered listening to me an insult, and now you ask for the thing which I don‘t know, you never taught!

Love… What is it Dad? Is it only studies? Or a career? What is humanity dad?

Now you ask me to listen to you! But, why should I listen to you? Why should I have your properties, when I am your least valued one?

Like every tyrant, you wanted me to be a fool, but not anymore! You told me to sacrifice my love, my only solace for family prestige, but no way!

Now, I am a banyan tree, all branches cut… No twister can uproot me… No wild fire can burn me….

I am a banyan tree, Grown on the fort of your false prestige, proud and selfish dead old minds!

You can‘t pull my roots out, no mercury can make me dry, no threats can make me worry, no sentiments can make me cry!

Now, we command: Stop your pantomimes and listen to us, The youth: the depressed, The empty minds of future! Or be erased even from our memories, end your lives in the cage of loneliness with lost hopes, tormented by maniac depressions….. Be doomed and doomed every moment… So it is the time to change and be forgiven!

Time and tides Wait for no man!

24.04.1999 SUICIDE A caterpillar made of steel ran over, bones parallel......

2010/08/17 SWEAT OF SUN Sweat of Sun Pours down Monsoon

2010/10/14 TEACHER WHO TAUGHT ME THE ALPHABETS OF LOVE! I still remember him, though his face is not clear For he alone brought me to the world of Alphabets, numbers and wonderful stories My parents were renowned teachers, but failed to Teach me, at least to count from one to ten Father predicted, my IQ is sub-zero Teaching me is mere wastage of time

My grandma took me to his house, with a patio In front, thatched with coconut leaves, For she could not stand my pathetic infancy. He welcomed us with immense grace And patiently planted those seedlings of life into My deserted mind, bruised with lots of pinches and slaps He taught me the alphabets of my mother-tongue He taught me to count from one to thousand Father, with bachelor‘s degree in education, Failed to teach me count from one to ten But my teacher succeeded in his venture with Colourful results, even-though he was just matriculate! He used teach me an hour everyday And grandma waited beside with great merriment Sometimes his lungs chocked with the attack of Asthma His sound was feeble, still he didn‘t leave me One day, we were on the way to his house Through the green paddy fields, Someone came opposite told, Please don‘t take him there, for his teacher is no more…

One, with lot of love, immense patience And adequate knowledge can easily open The inner eye of any child But, God, why don‘t you teach This simple fact to those millions of parents?

‗THALAIKOOTHAL‘: YOU CAN KILL YOUR PARENTS BRUTALLY! Thalaikoothal is the traditional practice of senicide (killing of the elderly) or involuntary euthanasia, by their own family members, observed in the Tamil Nadu state of India. Thalaikoothal has long received covert social acceptance, and in some case the family even inform their relative before performing thalikoothal. Though issue recently made news in early 2010, when an 80-year old man escaped when he came to know of his fate and heard his family members discussing how they were going to "share" his lands, and took refuge in a relative's home. Subsequent investigation revealed the practice to a "fairly widespread "in the southern districts of Tamil Nadu, and people seldom complain to the police.

IN TAMIL, it is known as thalaikoothal. A leisurely oil bath.An exercise in love and health when given to newborn children, a ceremonial beginning to festivals, and the universal answer to pitiless summers. In Tamil Nadu‘s small industry hub of Virudhunagar, however, it is the beginning of slow murder. The marker of the devastating poverty that makes a son kill his own aging mother or father…Thalaikoothal works thus: an extensive oil bath is given to an elderly person before the crack of dawn. The rest of the day, he or she is given several glasses of cold tender coconut water. Ironically, this is everything a mother would‘ve told her child not do while taking an oil bath. ―Tender coconut water taken in excess causes renal failure,‖ says Dr Ashok Kumar, a practicing physician in Madurai. By evening, the body temperature falls sharply. In a day or two, the old man or woman dies of high fever. This method is fail-proof ―because the elderly often do not have the immunity to survive the sudden fever,‖ says Doctor. If the man doesn‘t die, after a few days, he will be given the ‗milk treatment‘. ―When the milk is being poured, the nose is held tight,‖. This ‗milk treatment‘ is often preceded by starvation. The household stops serving the parent solid food. ―When milk is poured uninterruptedly into the mouth, it goes into the respiratory track. A starving person cannot withstand even a moment‘s suffocation.

‗THALAIKOOTHAL‘: YOU CAN KILL YOUR PARENTS BRUTALLY! I was just 16, When I watched ‗The Ballad of Narayama‘, A Japanese movie by Shohei Imamura… He shocked me… Still shocks… by telling The ancient practice of abandoning parents On mountainsides, starve to death…

Again, Shahina K.K, a reporter from Kerala (Who works for Tehelka) Splintered my soul… She talked about ritual murders named ‗Thalaikoothal‘ Lay in the indefinable space between crime And desperate acts of poverty… It is a common practice in some parts of Tamilnadu…

I have been watching Tamil films from the childhood days… The major theme was (is?) ‗Mother sentiment…‘ But…God… this is madness… Old men running away to save their lives, In a democratic country, from their children and relatives… How sad it is…

35% of Indian population is below 35… But, the number of aged people is Increasing day by day… (They say, it is alarming!) If the situations are like these, who will protect them?

Every government is running away from Every financial burden to support the poor… Globalization is cut throat business, Politicians smile! (Still 15% is reserved as bribes!)

Europe is an ‗Old age home‘, How many more days will they support you? Every developed nation also should think…

Today I am young, tomorrow? 2010/12/15

THE CANTICLE OF CANTICLES

Dear, My love for you: The Song of Songs, The Canticle of Canticles!

Your love: redder and sweeter than wine brewed from my blood innocent of love!

Your love: a Beethoven symphony in a deep ocean of silence: yet unplayed, a birdsong: yet unsung, a drizzling in desert: yet unfell!

The scent of your love: the scent of all spices watered with my young blood! May be you are dark, but your mind: whiter than wild lilies!

Dearest, let your grace be the blood that flows through my veins... Let your dreams be the oasis in my deserted life, morning twilight in my vineyard and in my darkened soul!

Tell me Solomon, without you, is there any love? Any love songs? Any deep ecstasy of love?

but still, I can't understand... Why did you leave me? Is it because I am mad scribbler Not capable of earning for...... life?

27.05.98

THE HIDDEN FLAME truth is red-hot coal hidden in ash...

a small wind is enough to brighten it...

every religion will vanish, truth remains eternal..

3/10/10

'THE MOTHER' AND MOSCOW GOPALAKRISHNAN

'Tell me, the most hated book in Russia?'

'No doubt, it is 'The Mother' By Maxim Gorky', An Old Man from Russian Cultural Center told.

I felt very sad And even sadder today... The man who translated that book From Russian to my mother-tongue, Moscow Gopalakrishnan Passed away...

136 Translations... From Dostoevsky to Russian war stories... God, he was my window to open world...

'Progress Publishers': I cherish that name Deep within my soul... Today, We prepare fire-bed For you... 2011/02/22 THE MOTHER OF ALL LANGUAGES

When we sing for others, When we sing against oppressions And all forms of injustice, When we sing for the well-being of all, We can feel that: INNER SILENCE……. Every poet lives for that!

They try to ignore us, Cruelly try to disown us Calling sentimental idiots… Don‘t care! But, how can a true poet be silent In this troubled times?

300 languages die every year… Silence is the language of the dead (and the liberated!) The finest language ever, is dead long back… She is the real child of our ancestors…

O, the Mother of all languages… I hope: You will resurrect soon… Before you, every language is just a comic book! SANSKRIT… means ‗the purified‘… Purified by the inner-fire of ancient Sages…

‗Vaakyamrasaatmakamkavyam‘… Poetry is defined in Sanskrit… 2010/12/19

THE WORLD

The world - becoming smaller everyday, the minds - narrower and narrower, the hearts - empty without feelings, love - hollow without trust, the countries - freeze in nuclear winter, nature - exists without soul, the sea- sign of lost charm and blue, the streams - dry without fountainheads, the woods - chopped trunks, flowers - fade in acid rain, fragrance - lost for ever, beauty - left unseen, hatred - spreads everywhere, violence - the most loved art, the youths - left with insecurity, mothers - no milk to feed, kids - live like mutes, schools - places of torture, colleges - place of terror and drugs, the dreams - face drought, pain - face floods, lovers - shot in streets, the eyes - blind with tears, the lungs - fume in fumes, water - taste blood, air - smell the dead, the elders - thrown out like waste, justice - forbidden fruit, houses - like tombs, religion - group of killers, unity - the most hated word, freedom - always in chains, slavery - flourishes everywhere, rulers - royal pimps, I live here like a dead fish without hope, eyes wide open and heart truly broken!

02.03.96

THREE MIRACLES!

Dear Mother*,

Desperately They are in search of Those three miracles When your life itself: The miracle of all miracles!

*Mother Teresa

Mother Teresa was a saint by birth... For such a life what is the need of beatification?

2010/11/02 TODAY IS WORLD AIDS DAY Today is World AIDS day… A red ribbon And three words: All I can give! They call it ABC… A bstain… B e faithful… C ondomize…

So many theories they tell: Started from monkeys… No..from homosexuals… (So many holy men Preests and Bishops!) Do you believe all these? Sure it is not from there, You created it in the labs! Why Mr.Greed?

To kill my wanderlust I need thin latex

Mother Earth, It is time to condomize her too… She needs a green one… So plant a sapling, A Jack fruit tree, You know it can resist AIDS, On this day. 2010/12/01 TSUNAMI

T - Turbulent waves, S - Sinking shrieks, U - Uprooted lives, N - Numb minds, A - Agonized nations, M - Marooned bodies, I - Images of Tsunami

2010/10/26

TWO INDIANS Jharkhand is an Indian state, Backward, and we have Two popular men from there…

BinayakSen, a doctor, who worked Among the tribes and down-trodden Is behind the bar for life!

MadhuKoda, former Chief Minister Who ate away $1 billion public funds Is roaming freely!

Luxuries are reserved only for The rich and corrupt politicians In bitter democracy!

2010/12/31

Nonviolence was the key to Edison's moral views, and when asked to serve as a naval consultant for World War I, he specified he would work only on defensive weapons and later noted, "I am proud of the fact that I never invented weapons to kill." Edison's philosophy of nonviolence extended to animals as well, about which he stated: "Nonviolence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution. Until we stop harming all other living beings, we are still savages." Hiram Stevens Maxim developed and installed the first electric lights in a New York City building (the Equitable Insurance Company Building at 120 Broadway) in the late 1870s. However, he was involved in several lengthy patent disputes with Thomas Edison over his claims to the light bulb. One of these actions regarded the incandescent bulb, for which Maxim claimed that Edison was credited by means of his better understanding of patenting law. He claimed an employee of his (Maxim's) had falsely patented the invention under his own name, and that Edison proved the employee's claim to be false, knowing that patent law would mean the invention would become public property, allowing Edison to manufacture the light-bulb without crediting Maxim as the true inventor. Maxim was reported to have said: "In 1882 I was in Vienna, where I met an American whom I had known in the States. He said: 'Hang your chemistry and electricity! If you want to make a pile of money, invent something that will enable these Europeans to cut each others' throats with greater facility.‘‘ He invented ‗Maxim Gun – the first portable, fully automatic machine gun‘. Maxim emigrated to England and became a naturalized Briton in 1899. Queen Victoria knighted Maxim in 1901 for his inventions, many of which had military applications.

TWO INVENTORS, EDISON AND HIRAM MAXIM To illumine the world, They both were successful… Poor Maxim was a dreamer! Edison knew the patent laws very well! Even every kid now knows: Incandescent light was invented by Edison!

"I am proud of the fact that I never invented weapons to kill." Edison noted later While he was very busy signing Autographs on every bullet For Maxim invented the first Fully automatic machine gun! Never ending blood-shed Illuminated by Incandescent light!

This world is made of greed Even after with 1093 patents Edison is no exception! 2010/11/07

UNTITLED LIKE THEM - A POEM ON ABORTION

Every birthday, reminds me of those unborn!

Sucked by syringes, pulverized by metal fists, eliminated by local midwives, doctors turned butchers...

Jesus! It is a silent torment like yours!

Dear, imagine the plight of the one who survived among those millions that traversed to your delicate womb!

If you are so adamant, let's abort our love, not our child!

My grandma used to say: the finest moment in a woman's life: the moment she knows that she has conceived!

You find it the hardest, I fail to understand!

O Mother, * I stand with you: every abortion is a silent murder... Worse than suicide... Killing a helpless soul...

Dear, we came alone and we leave alone… At least let him or her be with us To fill our hearts with those flowers unseen, melodies unheard, divine smiles and lovely laughter!

21.01.98*Mother Teresa

The shortest path to Chernobyl...

URANIUM WASTE Mama, Is there anything to eat?

Sure Honey, Tonnes of Uranium waste...

Let them sign it fast, you will come to know: YOU ARE REAL WASTE! 2010/10/30

Sleep with a virgin: the best cure for STD! The modern belief! VIRGINITY FOR SALE! ‗Virginity is your greatest gift to Your future husband‘ Grandma told. Shanti listened to her While playing with cheap bangles ‗But, how can I get married Without paying enough dowry?‘ A tear drop fell down and Shattered into zillion molecules ‗Don‘t worry honey, Sooner you will be a bride… Before I leave, You have to be in safer hands‘ ------Grandma was busy converting $4000 to Indian Rupees (Mental arithmetic) While Shanti writhing in That twinge of pain… She felt her soul Splintered into zillion parts

That meek American Thanked Jesus ‗My Lord, I have slept with A virgin……. Bless me to be negative In the next HIV test‘….

‗Why should I pay $ 4000? After all she is a helper In that cement mine!‘ The pimp thought While hiding $3000 In his shabby underwear 2010/11/22

WEEDS Sown with the wind Weeds of terror Real-time horror 2010/11/08

WE HAVE TO RETRIEVE THAT

During my college days, I watched a movie named ‗Women against rape‘. But, now I know someone, Bhanwari Devi from Rajasthan, A rape victim, still fighting… She was gang raped by Gurjar* men (In presence of her husband, tied up) When she tried to prevent them From marrying off a baby girl Who was just nine months old… Fifteen years passed …

How can an upper caste man Rape a lower caste woman?, A District Judge asked in 1995! 'LUST HAS NO CASTE, Mr.JUSTICE'! Her medical examination happened after 52 long hours And the Police seized her ‗‘LEHANGA‘ - long skirt, As the only evidence late in that night!… Head down, She walked away, wearing her husbands long Turban…

Her fight for Women empowerment continues and The Supreme Court issued guidelines that broadly Defined sexual harassment at the workplace and made it Mandatory for Corporations and business establishments… To have committees against sexual harassment. Child marriage rates reduced drastically in Rajasthan Police more vigilant in attending cases against rape now.. Imagine, just a single woman could make all these, She deserves nationwide respect…

But… Her family is ostracized everywhere… Her son is continuously bullied by upper caste crooks… She has no income from her barren lands… Her only income source is a buffalo! O! God, please protect that animal From being poisoned by some ‗caste fanatic‘…

She is Bharat... She is mother Earth… Her ‗LEHANGA‘ is our tainted nature… We have to………………..

Gurjar* A caste in rajasthan 2011/01/23,

WHAT A BIKE MEANS TO ME While wandering through my friend‘s timber-yard, I wondered watching those huge Redwood trunks Lying unnoticed with more than 200 inch girth… They are from Amazon, my friend told.

Amazon River basin – ‗The lungs of the Earth‘ – And her rain forests will Soon become extinct… Then what will happen to my Kochi, The queen of Arabian Sea? Will she sink?

In Kochi, even beggars own bikes I hate bikes, if I ride one I will end up under a private bus They are the most silent killers Their drivers are most dreaded people!

Every healthy man breathes 12 kilograms of fresh air everyday, My doctor tells.

Now imagine how much fresh air Your bike consumes; for I just give A simple equation: Every bike is equal to 10000 Healthy men!

When the snow of Mt. Kilash* Melts complete, That‘s the end of mankind… That day is not farthest… When you are riding on full throttle At least think of our future In large scale!

*where Lord Shiva resides..... 2010/10/07

WHAT IS LIFE? life is a bliss time is her real soul camouflaged as a curse 2010/11/03

WHAT SISTERS CAN DO! He was feeling so very sad, His eyes were dead, His hunger perished, His sister also felt very sad. ‗This is really bad‘, She told, ‗Don‘t be mad, It‘s not a matter of shame, Leave it as it came, It‘s life‘s way, Don‘t worry boy, Some nice girls Wait for you there…‘ None of her words Entered into his ears as The pain of loss of first love was The hardest of all! His cute damsel was Her most loved friend. She came and told: ‗I must talk to you! ‘ Rest is his-story, Still a mystery… May be that‘s The hidden path of love…

2010/11/03

WHO IS RULING AMERICA? Ronald Reagan had Alzheimer's while president, says son: News report...

Then, Tell me, Who is ruling America?

2011/01/19

The avarage daily income of a common man is $1!

WHY? 164 Lives perished during Mumbai attacks on 26/11... $20,000 daily expense To protect the life of AjmalKazab, who pumped bullets Out of religious madness... Why?

2011/02/28

WHY? 'Dad, How come the greatest of all Love stories, ends up in separation?' Younger son asks...

'Son, To understand real love, One should be a loser... An embittered father answers For pain is his very being! 2011/02/22

WHY BIRDS EXTINCT? Everyone loves Edison for his inventions genuine But sad, I have to say you, he is the father of light pollution!

Light, you may think: it's alright But, it is also a silent killer Everything unnatural is a killer: the unwritten law of God!

Your mind is the temple of Soul, enlighten with your inner-light O Divinities, you are that... You are that inner-light...never fading!

* even after 300 years of slavery, we still keep the largest symbol of slavery... 2010/10/29 WHY NOT BHARAT? Maharashtrians renamed Bombay to 'Mumbai' Tamilians renamed Madras to 'Chennai' Keralites renamed Cochin to 'Kochi' Bangalies renamed Calcutta to 'Kolkata' Kannadigas renamed Bangalore to 'Bengaluru'

Sad, Nobody wants INDIA to be renamed to BHARAT! Pseudo-face of Democracy and Unity in diversity!

2010/08/10 This is a true story. We are betrayed by the news industry every moment! I share that experience with you. WHY SHOULD WE READ A NEWSPAPER?

I met an old journalist recent He was so sad on present Happenings in the newspaper industry: Editor post is of least importance, He told, he has no control over the news As paper-owner is a tyrant Editor is a doll who has to Dance with owner‘s choice Owner decides policies like Which political party they should support… Whose image has to be tarnished…

The saddest moment in my life, He told, happened recent I went to attend a meeting of Newspaper editors The chief guest was a newspaper Barron During his speech, he told: I buy news from agencies, I don‘t care for my readers, I care only for my advertisers For they are my source of income

Times are changing, he laments… May be this is the reason that Every newspaper contains same news…

Why should we read newspapers anymore? As they give nothing new Except twisted and twisted filth It‘s a universal truth, bitter…

27/5/08 WIKILEAKS AND INDIA

US Private First Class Bradley E. Manning, You are now in solitary confinement For you disclosed of U.S. classified information… But, how can you be alone When every freedom lover In this tainted world is with you?

Just by watching a single video of US atrocities, "Collateral Murder" video of The July 12, 2007, Baghdad airstrike, How much disturbed you were… The same shock you transferred to WIKILEAKS… Your purpose is served friend: "Worldwide discussion, debates, and reforms." They call you whistle-blower, we call freedom fighter!

They will put you behind the bars, Not less than 55 years… They will allege more rape charges on Julian Assange, And more and more women will testify against him! But, they cannot stop the never-ending thirst for freedom…

Dear Julian, When will you release the documents of Swiss bank accounts of Indian Nationals? They say $1890 billion black money is Getting dusted in Swiss banks… The most corrupt nation has The maximum illegal deposits!

2010/12/07

WOMEN AND INDIAN RAILWAYS 17000 Trains, 18 Million commuters, Half of them are women, 64,015 kilometers of Railway network, The largest public sector company of the world, Runs on huge profit for several years, This is what Indian Railways!

And day before yesterday, A very young woman, about to get married, Had to jump down from a running train (Or pushed down?), to protect her modesty. And he raped her after breaking her skull… Still on ventilator, she fights for life… ‗We don‘t have sufficient Railway protection force‘, Authorities coolly say!

Then from where does their profit come? From drastic cutting down of expenses! Cutting down of workforce, (That is the simplest of all solutions!) Cutting down the expenses for safety, Of passengers and equipments, From 38% of total income to Mere 11% for the common man! This is called globalized cut-throat business!

Dear Mamtaji*, Better increase the tariffs, rather Minting profits on the expense of safety! Wherever a woman gets raped, A culture is contaminated… Being a woman, you must understand At least this simple truth...

*Cabinet Minister for Indian Railways.

Post Script: ‗Indian Railways have to pay heavy damages, authorities worried!‘ 2011/02/04, WOMEN EMPOWERMENT ‗I am dead tired, please try to get a seat In that local transport bus‘ My wife told, in a feeble tone. (I know your plight dear: traveling 200 km, Standing, inside a crowded train Where sweat and lust meet!) Transport Buses here are notorious for their Slow pace and the uncontrollable rush As our small state is more populated than Canada! Like hungry monkeys fighting for a ripe banana, I had a tough time with those college lads and lasses… At last we both sat on a general seat She touched my hand after a week‘s separation…

‗Please give me your seat‘, A noble woman, standing among rush, asked. ‗See, I am sitting on a general seat, please tell those men Sitting on seats reserved for Women‘, I told. ‗They won‘t get up… Please give me your seat‘, She went on pleading. ‗Madam, You better tell the Conductor‘, my wife was really angry, ‗Anyway, my Husband is not going to get up‘…

That Woman, in mid forties, had to stand the entire journey…

‗See, educated idiots like her are the real barriers for Women empowerment across in the World… Not even ready to fight for their rights… Knowingly! They want everything on free of cost! Damn fools…‘ God, when will my wife‘s anger subside? 2011/03/02

March 22 WORLD WATER DAY

O! Man, You are Nothing but Water!

2011/03/21

YESTERDAY & TODAY!

Yesterday

Heavy rush in beverages shops And the slaughter houses For without meat and alcohol How could an employed one Spend tomorrow: a holiday! (A dry day too!) A superb visual from Kerala: Gods own country!

Today, October 2nd

The birthday of Gandhiji A dedicated national holiday For the service of nation!

02.10.10

My little sister is more. She was a victim of cancer. YOU AND I I hate cameras For they slaughter time I hate cameras For they stagnant time

But, I love you And your black Yashica Auto-focus camera: Prisoner and impostor of Light and shade...

Eleven years back, On a Mayday, The city was a red sea Like your red lips. Heavyhearted, I stood before your doorstep, You my girlfriend, With a roll of film And two alkaline battery. Without a smile or a word, You loaded it. But, how to use it, I didn't know.

'Look through the view-finder, Set the frame and click... Don't shake...' You said.

Clicked for the first time in life, You remain as a lovely snap. You, my little sister, sitting with A collection of short poems. So thick your eye-brows and So dark your long cascade.... So beautiful you were In that green skirt and top.

My sweetheart handed over That exposed film roll Like a corpse awaiting Postmortem. Contented you were: I didn't kill camera mechanism.

My little sister, cried a lot While looking through those photographs. Empty eyes, mine, crawled through Your head without even a single hair. Doctor's voice is still reverberating in my soul: Hair fall is the aftereffect of Chemotherapy.

Couple of poems, Some drawings And a diary with untold emotions, You left for me, to grieve all life. Neither you nor love, I remain all alone, With your snap, about to fade....

2010/08/02 YOU ARE WRONG, Ms. ARUNDHATI ROY Ms.Arundhati Roy, You are a writer and A civil right activist... And I am a civilian... May be you are the only Indian English writer Who can live with royalty alone In the global literary arena... You are from my land: Kerala Thankfully I remember: You fought along with us Against Coca-Cola... You did a lot...but...

Do you think that you are right When backing the separatists? Do you think you are right When backing the Maoists? Are you not ashamed of calling them 'Gandhians with guns?'

May be you can believe: Kashmir is not a part of India... But, if Kashmir is not a part of India On the very next moment Kashmiris will be the part of China or Pak And they will invade us from everywhere! Then whom will you stand for? Own brothers or the separatists?

We are the largest democracy, Corruption is deep rooted, May be there are flaws... The Chinese, They are planning for a four way attack... They have an air-base in Srilanka, They have Maoists in Nepal, They are in alliance with Pakistan... They all need 'unrest in Kashmir' They are supplying arms and money To the Maoists in India... They are to create unrest in The central corridor of India Are you not aware of all these situations? Now, I ask a very simple situation: Can you justify yourself?

If your 'Gandhiyans with guns' (Maoists) Fight for the poor folk, Why do they burn their schools? Why do they collect bribes from Industrialists and others? Every ruler, either communist or Capitalist...all need only slaves... They all need idiots alone! Do you know that?

The Pak and Chinese, They tried out everything From war to shadow war... They tried to disgrace us In every occasion they got... Now they plan for the civil resistance... They need worthless pawns... Are you one among them?

Ms.Arundhati Roy, Now you talk about Kashmir... Tomorrow, you may talk about Arunachal Pradesh or Sikkim... You have nothing to lose, But a nation has... We faced grave times during partition We have no more energy for another! We cannot allow that... You have the freedom for expression, But that freedom is not for National disintegration...

2010/11/30

BHAGAWAN SATYA SAI BABA ‗Chemmozhypoonka‘ is a quite place in the heart of Chennai Metro, a lovely garden with huge trees and wonderful flowers! On 15.04.2011, I was sitting there with poet Angelina Pandian. (Know each other for years through internet, but we met for the first time). We were talking on love, life, humanity, poetry, Nimal, Sandra Fowler, Sam, Keshavji, Mamtaji, poets here in poetfreak and everything under the Sun! We talked about the health condition of BhagawanSatyaSai Baba. Angel shared her experiences with Baba, the vision she had from him, his contributions to Education, free mankind medical support to the downtrodden. ‗And his miracles?‘ ‗O, they are mere ‗leela‘… ( just fun!)… Forget all those Prem, just take the positive… 100 Men like him, can redefine the fate of this World..‘

BHAGAWAN SATYA SAI BABA ―Are you God?‘

‗Yes, I am… You are also God… But, the difference is: I understand that truth and you don‘t!‘ Baba told once to an interviewer.

Truth, Equality, Fraternity Peace, Tolerance, Trust Hope and Love… Very very simple words… Feel the synonyms of God…. God is the virtue in you! You are that!

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We should solve Every problem of ours Within ourselves… Within the walls of home… Never wait for others to interfere And make thing worse… This is what he showed us By Ananthapur water supply project: Permanent drinking water project For one million people, Commissioned within one year, With their active own participation… Yes, you can do that!

Baba is no more.. But, the legacy remains…

BIG BAZAAR - A RETAIL CHAIN FROM INDIA Schools are about to open… See the heavy rush in Big Bazaar… I stand here for quite some time Watching people of different walks…

A family comes in a huge Mercedes Benz…E-class… Two children jumps out and run inside… Parents remove a huge bundle of newspapers, Rusty household articles and several bags-ful of Used shoes, chapels and clothes…

What are you going to do with all these?

The poor salesman in uniform weighs things up With an electronic balance… He sorts away her torn undergarments, Earlier used to cover her plump dreams, With a long steel rule and stares at Her husband with contempt… He avoids that purposely… Her eyes move along with the red digits Doing some mental calculations… ‗Madam, these things are of worth Rs 457/-… We will not pay you in cash, you can avail discounts When you buy new clothes‘ He informs politely and They moves away contented… (For politeness also you have to pay!)

I remember an old joke by my friend… He defines peak of poverty like this: ‗An ageing prostitute opens up backdoor During menses, to feed her illegitimate kids‘ (A bitter poet has to be obscene sometimes!) Sad, she is million times better and More humane than this rich mother! My salutations…

Mr.KishoreBiyani, Owner of BIG BAZAAR, Sure, you can be proud… for you have introduced A new concept in India unknown for millenniums… Selling of used clothes with pride! My salutations… A simple doubt I have? Do you convert them Value added new products again?

When more than 70% of Indian children Suffer from lack of clothes, The rich are busy selling Even rags used to dry up dirty floors To ponder their greed… How sad…

IT ‗S TIME TO DREAM OF FREE RETAIL MOVEMENT IN INDIA… OBAMA… osama… ‗OSAMA IS GONE!‘ ‗terror remains…‘

Ultimately, who wins, Man, religion or God?

‗Neither any!‘, Death giggles… 2011/05/03 Malayalam actor Salim Kumar's turn as an old man on a Haj pilgrimage in AdaminteMakan Abu has won him the National Award for Best Actor and he hopes that the honour will help break his 'comedian' mould. The film, directed and produced by SalimAhamed was also named the Best Feature Film at the 58th National Awards and the actor-director duo say that the movie is different from the stereotypical portrayal of the Muslim community. --- News 20/5/2011

SALIM KUMAR: THE BEST ACTOR OF INDIAN CINEMA (2010)

Like Dilip Kumar, The handsome hero of yester-years, He too has an extension: ‗Kumar‘ ! But, he is dark… doesn‘t wear suits, Not stylish… no Cuban Cigars…(Smokes only Beedi) Acts down to earth… We are proud of you man…. Congratulations!

An intelligent actor destined to don comic roles… Today you stand among the pioneers of Indian Cinema…. I too cry with you for I see the flowing river Of tears beneath every laughter… No Godfathers…Nothing you had, except sheer talent…

‗I am proud of myself for I haven‘t taken A penny for this movie… ‗Abu, the son of Adam*‘‘ , you told to media. We too are proud of you man, For sacrifice is the true base of art, like life!

‗But, who will give theaters To release our good movies?‘ You ask… None will reply… No government… No TV channels… No party channels: either right or left!

(Your question is so relevant when Rs.1 Billion worth leftist Malayalam channel Yet not ready to telecast ‗Agraharathilkazhuthai‘, (A great movie by director John Abraham) Even as a late night movie!)

2011/05/20

THREE SCHOLARS This is an old story. Three Scholars went to meet a King. They were the experts of ‗ joy‘

―When will you get maximum joy?‖ The King asked.

―While enjoying a beautiful woman‖: The first man replied and He was granted a damsel in no time! A King is a King is a King… Absolute power…

―While eating superb food‖: The second man answered and He was granted a feast…

―While sleeping peacefully‖: The third man answered and He was given a feather bed (Specially made for the King from The feathers of one million birds!)

Before the King, in the next morning, The Scholars shared their experiences…

―The woman was of course beautiful… But, she had the smell of sheep… Having sex with a smelly woman is Certainly not a matter of joy", The first Scholar replied. The King smiled, for she was a shepherd woman!

―The feast was quite good… But, the grams used for a special curry were Contaminated… I still have gas trouble‖, The second scholar replied. The King smiled, for it was his special instruction.

―I couldn‘t sleep even a single moment‖ The third Scholar told through swollen eyes. The King smiled, for he himself had dropped A louse on that expensive feather bed!

The King selected him as the best Scholar For he hadn‘t slept for years since in power! Every tyrant is an insomniac!

He, Granted me all the three… My Damsel has the smell of never-ending sweat… My stomach is conditioned to eat Even Potassium Cyanide By food adulteration mafia… Even gas will be digested! (Don‘t even call them Corporates!) Feathers turned to sharp bones, It‘s better having a thorn bed!

Sad, I have to find The best scholar in me!

―Comrade, Come, sleep on my grave…‖ My poet shouts! ―Nothing will hurt you… You can float over a dream… But, never forget to Sing that song for me tomorrow For poetry sweats In every pained heart, In every dynamic society!‖

2011/06/15 TWO IMAGES CITY HOSPITAL, THIRUVANANTHAPURAM

With a broken left leg, My colleague lies in City hospital…. A very health conscious guy, earlier, He now lies, like two huge bare ‗eye-balls‘! Even in the hospital bed, he is busy analyzing The new political scenario in India. Communist party is thrown out After three decades of power in Bengal* ‗They, the‘ ruling class‘ of the Communist party, Forgot the common men, the peasants and the depressed… Tata*s cannot give clear mandate!‘ he laughs silently… ‗People from Kerala are too cunning, See, how the new government is going to suffer… With a single member marginal majority! Clear mandate is a clear permission for Political corruption!‘ He laughs again….

*Processions are started already… Traffic blocks too…

BEVERAGES CORPORATION OUTLET, THIRUVANANTHAPURAM

Very silent, men stand in long queues… Die-hard criminals, pimps, politicians, teens, Writers, media guys, advocates and so on… ‗WINE IS A GREAT SOCIALIST, AFTER DEATH!‘ (Gives kick … get kicks later!) ‗Tomorrow is a dry day, you won‘t get drinks‘, Another two more join the queue. From these long queues, criminal syndicates are formed… From them future politicians… All are the dream children of Our current Defense Minister For he banned cheap liquor named ‗arrack‘ Long back! Every price hike… every social unrest… every robbery… He cannot run away from the responsibilities of all… For had given dignity to drunkards… Of Indian made foreign liqueur! He is modern day‘s ―TUGLAK‖! Jay Ho!....Tuglak!....Jay Ho!...

*‗Every time I pass through this place, my eyes measure the length of this queue‘, My friend laughs, ‗they only help them to pay our salaries without due, in time!‘

2011/05/25 NIMAL DUNUHINGA I am yet to witness wars, Massacres or mass graves But, I see them all At your blood-soaked footsteps

I am yet to travel by ship or aircraft… But, O Seafarer, You show me the parting line of Sea and the sky through raw words…

Words with love and honesty Are always dominating, friend! Thoughts with inextinguishable inner-fire Are always named as poetry!

POLITICS OF PREGNANCY Who cares for her shattered dreams when she is Brutally raped on the very first night? Who cares for her preconception health when, For him, the only activity is making her pregnant?

Who cares for her repeated abortions Which results in cervical damage, Which in turn makes her unable to carry The weight of a later pregnancy?

Who cares for not to satiate his excessive lust When she is pregnant, which can cause Abortion and maternal mortality?

Who cares for prenatal care that can keep Her unborn baby and herself Healthy during pregnancy?

Who cares to relieve her excessive work load at home And her ever expanding stress to provide High-quality child care for her five or six other children, From earlier pregnancies?

Who cares for her signs and symptoms of anemia, Her fatigue, increased heart beat or palpitations Paleness of inside of eyelids, gums and nail beds Desire to eat indigestible or peculiar foods?

Who cares for her backache, increasing weight, Change in her centre of gravity and powerlessness?

Who cares for her malnutrition, poor health, Lack of education, overwork, mistreatment?

Who cares for her dental hygiene, her broken teeth, For the baby grows within is another tyrant Who grabs Calcium, even from her teeth and bones? Who cares for her cramps and muscle spasm, Heartburn and indigestion , insomnia?

Who cares for her needs to go to the toilet frequently, As the growing baby reduces her bladder capacity?

Who cares her inability to get comfortable When she has neither clean water nor safe sanitation, And necessary support either from health services?

Who cares not to tense her, Already she is suffering from all sort of Tension and high blood pressure? And her mother-in-law terrifies her again The consequences if the new-born could be of a girl! Sad, woman is the greatest enemy of Another woman, in the most needed times! If she dies, none is worried... For he can marry once again! More dowries, more sex and more kids!

Who cares for her post natal depression , As none to take care of the new-born and other kids, She has to run for office and other workplaces With heavy breasts, pain and bladder infections?

Who cares that every pregnancy weakens her a lot As she need some time to recover her health... And on the very day she can spread her legs, By force, he starts his activities again! He knows how how to starve the new-born Just by emptying her breasts!

When things are like this, Every religious clergy flays The limiting of the family size by birth control! Christians wish for a Christian world Muslims dream for a new world under Islam Hindus, Buddhists, Jews and Every religious fanatic dreams of the same! They offer gifts for women for bearing More and more children For more children is their cheapest weapon!

When will they dream for a HUMANE WORLD?

Healthy children need healthy mothers. Healthy mothers need healthy food, Loving husbands (optional!) and caring society For true world is made of love!

OCCUPY WALL STREET Comrades, Occupy Einstein Center at the earliest…

That Pseudo-Gandhian Gene Sharp*, The brain behind ‗Arab Spring Movement‘, And CIA are busy planning to crush your dreams… They will pump bullets without any hesitation, On your sleepless eyes and bellies with fire!

Comrades, Power shares bed only with money!

O! Gene Sharp, Today, you can enjoy the cruel comedy of time! Today, you can reap the fruit of Your own ‗passive war‘ In your own nation... They are trying out your philosophy only! Don‘t you see, Gandhi laughing at you?

Comrades, The rich become richer every day And the poor become poorer… Sad, it‘s a Universal phenomenon… But, you must be aware of this simple truth ‗Capitalism can only be controlled by Capitalism‘

ONLY FREE RETAIL MOVEMENT CAN SAVE THE WORLD!

WE CAN CRUSH EVERY ‗CORPORATE‘ GREED BY FREE RETAIL MOVEMENT!

WE CAN! WE WILL! ARISE! AWAKE! AND ACT!

*Gene Sharp (born January 21, 1928) is Professor Emeritus of political science at the University of Massachusetts Dartmouth. He is known for his extensive writings on nonviolent struggle, which have influenced numerous anti-government resistance movements around the world. Gene Sharp described the sources of his ideas as in-depth studies of Mohandas K. Gandhi, Henry David Thoreau to a minor degree, and other sources footnoted in his 1973 book "The Politics of Nonviolent Action", which was based on his 1968 PhD thesis. In the book, a "three-volume classic on civil disobedience," he provides a pragmatic political analysis of nonviolent action as a method for applying power in a conflict. He is the crooked brain behind every uprising around the globe... which ultimately help America to implant puppet rulers there... EAST AND WEST Question... Question...... Question everything.....

Obey... Obey..... Obey......

In ICU In ICU You lie unconscious...

The careless Doctors around Tell silly jokes about you They all know, you listen to them They all know, you strive hard To get out of this coma

Still, they continue their vain talk Than pumping so much energy to you By the most powerful of all arms, Ever invented, The words!

When you treat a man You treat a mind! Young Doctors, When will you understand this simple fact?

A WATER BOMB IS ABOUT TO BURST – MULLAPERIYAR DAM

Dear friends,

I am a poet and I cry for man I am a poet and I cry for water I am a poet and I am against Every sort of injustice... I am not a Malayali or a Tamilian I am a human being...

They banned a movie 'Dam 999' As it shows the ill-effects of a ―Water bomb‖... A 116 year old Dam..Mullaperiyar Dam,

The oldest and weakest of all, Built using lime and surkhi... (Without Concrete and tor-steel!) If she bursts, nearly 4 billion will die... Continuous tremors weakens her every moment...

―If she bursts, who can provide you water? How will you irrigate Theni, Sivaganga, Madurai and Ramanathapuram Districts of Tamilnadu? How will you run the Periyar Power Station To illuminate Tamilnadu? Then, why do you want to increase The water level to 142 feet (43 m) Which is detrimental to all?‖

Dear Mr.Karunanidhi, Mr.Vaiko, Mr.S.Ramadoss, Mr.TholThirumavalavan, K Krishnasamy and 'n' number of politicians, Do you have any answer?

Just remember this: Two nuclear bombs could kill Only four hundred thousand lives. But, your ―political bomb‖ can kill Four million lives.....

Beware, If she bursts, We will never allow you all To construct a Dam again Anywhere in this nation.... Like graveyards, you can also have Barren lands for ever....

If she bursts, You people will be responsible for The loss of your own people, "Forget the crops, billions of income And power for ever!"

Do you have any other options, then? Poets can also become great politicians!

Dear Prime Minister, Please build a new Dam there As early as possible And give the entire water To brothers and sisters of Tamilnadu.

Happy New Year 2012

dear friends,

every year is like a ship!

today we disembark from a memory-logged one to get into another with a minute hole in the bottom to get memory-logged again!

memories are fluid like water! happy new year

A VEGGIE MERRY, ANIMAL-FRIENDLY CHRISTMAS. Every year in UK, a minimum of 8 million Turkeys are slaughtered for Christmas.

Then, what about Ducks, Chicken, Goats, Pigs, Cows and innumerable other living creatures?

The highest teachings of Jesus are based on sacrifice! Then, why can't we enjoy a veggie-Christmas?

If we try, billions of birds and animals can be saved. Is that not the message of Jesus?

10/12/2011

VALENTINE'S DAY MESSAGE "To love is human; to be loved is divine!"

14/2/2012

OCCUPY FACEBOOK! "Occupy facebook... Make friendship with maximum members... Let that be your new platform for ideological wars! Strengthen the party though FB!" Comrade John XI advised the young reds! Did it have a warning tone?

Just 'five hundred people' own half the riches of the world! The global 'left' grope in the dark now for they have no magic solution to fight the neoliberal forces!

Sad, they are not aware that FB is eating away the virgin flesh of our dear poetfreak too, like a hungry, blood-thirsty corporate shark!

dear poets, please spend some more time here for it is the blood and tears of TRUE POETRY! for it is the blood and tears of our dear Johannes!

16/03/2012

BLACK SALUTE, DEAR OBAMA Tommie Smith and John Carlos, gold and bronze medalists in the 200-meter run at the 1968 Olympic Games, engage in a victory stand protest against unfair treatment of blacks in the United States. With heads lowered and black-gloved fists raised in the black power salute, they refuse to recognize the American flag and national anthem. Australian Peter Norman is the silver medallist. October 16, 1968 Mexico City, Mexico.

Tommie Smith and John Carlos, they were treated very badly till recent times, because they fought against racial discrimination so openly. But Australians totally ignored Peter Norman, one of their greatest athletes, since he too joined the protest! How sad! But, Humanity can never forget you....

BLACK SALUTE, DEAR OBAMA

Dear Mr. Obama, Nearly 2.5 trillion dollars of Indian investment is there In US treasury bonds......

We won't ask that back And you won't pay that also back... What a diplomatic understanding Between two GREAT nations......

It's your duty ,Mr.President, To attract money for the poor...

But, you advocate for The 1% Americans Who share 95% of America's Collective wealth!

BLACK SALUTE! BLACK POWER SALUTE! DEAR OBAMA!

16/07/2012 OBAMA'S REMARKS ON INDIA'S ECONOMIC REFORMS DRAW SHARP CRITICISM

United States President Barack Obama kicked off a firestorm in India after he expressed concerns on Sunday over the deteriorating investment climate in the country to endorse another ‗wave‘ of economic reforms.

While not directly critical of the investment climate in India, the US President, who faces a tough re-election battle later this year in the midst of a huffing American economy, said many in the American business community – ―one of the great champions of the US-India partnership‖ – have expressed concerns that the investment climate in India is deteriorating.

―They tell us it is still too hard to invest in India. In too many sectors, such as retail, India limits or prohibits the foreign investment that is necessary to create jobs in both our countries, and which is necessary for India to continue to grow,‖ said President Obama. (CONTINUED....) http://profit.ndtv.com/News/Article/obama-s-remarks-on-india-s-economic-reforms-draw-sharp- criticism-307910

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY... I dream for a world without barriers.... like Passports, too many currencies, casts, religions, Communal riots, wars... and every form of ill......

I love the colour of morning sky... I love the colour of the sea... I love the eye-white of you, dear...

But, The most I love is The green in you! Let me call that life... or freedom...

In my dream world, Every day is an independence day!

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY 1st Saturday of August 1935..... American government had killed A man on this event-less day...

Of agony, his friend Committed suicide On the very next day....

First Sunday of every August, A day declared by American government, Is now celebrated as ―Friendship Day‖:

Everyday is a friendship day, my friend! State sponsored terror slaughters thousands, Every day, across the Globe...

Dear Friends, Happy Friendship Day.. Published August 05, 2012

DEAR STEVE JOBS, WHAT'S HAPPENING AROUND APPLE? Father of the Digital Revolution... Master of innovation... Design perfectionist...! Who else can be all these Other than Steve Jobs?

―If you live each day as it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right‖, You inspired millions During the graduation ceremonies At Stanford University, on June 12, 2005.

But, painfully I understand now, You spoke out those lines To those ill-treated Foxconn Workers Who assemble Apple products, To feed your global networks.....

Exhausting workloads, Humiliating discipline, And cramped dormitories! Who else can be more aware of Their slave days than you?

To them, every-day is their last day!

Sad, every product of yours is Waxed with tears and hatred!

CONSOLE THEM, AT LEAST WITH A MISSING BITE ON THAT CYANIDE-LACED APPLE!

"Behind every huge success, there is an element of treason!" ---- Premji

Postscript:

Foxconn working conditions slammed by workers‘ rights group

Hardware giant still forcing its factory workers to toil under difficult conditions, according to a new report. Exhausting workloads, humiliating discipline, and cramped dormitories are still "the norm" for workers at Foxconn factories in China, according to a report released today that details alleged working conditions at the manufacturing giant. Managers at the company, which manufactures hardware for companies such as Apple, Hewlett-Packard, Dell, and Sony, often discipline factory workers by forcing them to write and read aloud "confession letters" and to clean toilets, according to a report released by the workers rights group Students and Scholars Against Corporate Misbehavior (SACOM).

The report, which is based on interviews with 170 workers and supervisors at Foxconn factories in Shenzhen and Zhengzhou between March and May, found that while most workers were previously forced to stand while working on the assembly line, they were now provided a stool. However, they have been instructed to sit on one-third of the chair "to remain nimble." It also found that the reduction in overtime hours has led to higher production targets and unpaid overtime work. One female worker who examines iPad screens and packages the devices in bags said she was frequently exhausted after her hourly production target was increased by more than 10 percent. Despite increased wages, pressure to reduce overtime has also resulted in lower paychecks for workers, the report found.

Living conditions remain "cramped and unpleasant," according to the report, which found 20 to 30 people typically sharing 3-bedroom apartments stocked with bunk beds. Use of high-energy electrical appliances such as hair dryers, kettles, and laptops is prohibited. Employees who violate the rules risk having their appliances confiscated and not returned until they leave the company's employment. Additionally, the report found that workers are warned during orientation not to discuss their work with journalists or researchers unless given permission by supervisors. http://news.cnet.com/8301-13579_3-57444213-37/foxconn-working-conditions-slammed-by- workers-rights-group/ 19/09/2012

FATHER OF "WHITE REVOLUTION" IN INDIA I was born in 1971

Throughout my life, I am indebted to "Amul": The only skimmed milk brand Available that time....

And during the war-torn years followed, My dad had to procure it from Local black market, To keep myself alive!

Amul means invaluable!

Amul... You are the taste of our generation, Next to breast milk... The taste of India!

Shri.VergheseKurien, The father of white revolution Is no more today....

Grand-sire, You are the milk-white In our empty hearts...

Comrade, You have proved : "Global Corporations can do nothing Before the willpower of Peasants and poor-folk!"

We miss you... We miss you a lot...

And the lazy politicians in India, Are, desperately, in search of An eligible recipient for "Bharatratna" - The highest civilian order in India, Since 2008!

The most eligible man Lies lifeless Before their cold eyes!

I am sorry Comrade, You deserved it long back! After all WE LIVE IN INDIA!

Bye for never....

VergheseKurien (26 November 1921 – 9 September, 2012)

He was an Indian engineer and businessman, best known for creating the Amul dairy-food brand and playing a central role in Operation Flood. As the founding chairman of the Gujarat Co- operative Milk Marketing Federation (GCMMF), Kurien was responsible for the creation and success of Amul brand of dairy products. His achievements with the GCMMF led Prime Minister LalBahadurShastri to appoint him founder-chairman of the National Dairy Development Board (NDDB) in 1965, to replicate Amul's successes on a nationwide scale. A few years later, the NDDB under Kurien launched Operation Flood (or the White Revolution)—the largest dairy development program in the world. Operation Flood helped India become the world's largest milk producer; in 2010–11, with close to 17 percent of the global production. Hailed as the "Milkman of India" and the "Father of the White Revolution", Kurien has won several awards including the Padma Vibhushan (India's second-highest civilian honour), the World Food Prize and the Magsaysay Award.

Postscript:

AMUL IS THE ONE AND ONLY PURE "ICE-CREAM" BRAND IN INDIA. MOST OF THE SO CALLED "ICE-CREAMS" SELL ONLY FROZEN DESSERT!

Ate an ice-cream today? Are you sure it was an ice-cream? Or was it frozen desserts? Just think.... 09/09/2012 RED AND REVOLUTION Red...

Poor-folk love Red Till the revolution ends...

Later, It becomes A nightmare......

But, I love Red In anticipation with A humane economic revolution...... 04, 2012

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY Second Monday of October Is Mother's Day in Malawi On every day of every month, A mother celebrates children's day! Every day is a Mother's Day!

October 15, 2012

ROMNEY OR OBAMA, WHO IS BETTER FOR INDIA?

Pardon me friends, I don't remember The name of that magazine... May be ―Outlook‖ or ―India Today‖.... All I can remember is the title-cover ―WHO IS BETTER FOR INDIA?‖ Bold letters, written in between the pictures of President Obama and Governor Romney!

Let anyone win, America is not going to cut their $50 million Military aid to Pakistan... Unfortunately, Taliban gets a major share As an additional boost to global terrorism!

Let anyone win, America will force India to buy more arms! U.S Presidents lobbying around the world As sales executives of their arms industry And multi-national Corporations!

Let anyone win, America will try to sell out Their obsolete nuclear power Technology to India to imbibe money! And they are yet to open another nuclear power-plant after 1978!

Let anyone win, America will force India again Not to buy cheap oil from Iran, Or Venezuela That deepens oil crisis in India. Hilary Clinton scuttles Up and down only for this!

Let anyone win, America will keep on pressurizing India To fasten the pace of neo-liberal reforms To promote more and more American Corporations! They are awaiting a chance to push Wall-mart To eat away the Indian retail market... (People from New-York never allow the Wall-mart there!)

Let anyone win, America will threaten India Not to cash our treasury bonds Worth $2.5 trillion!

Let anyone win, America will impose newer options To loot money from the world To restructure their ruined economy!

The 1% of America's population, The creamy-layer of America, Enjoys 99% of America's riches! Whoever be the President, They stand stoic only to protect Only their interests, not the commons!

Whoever be the President, America will remain same as ever, ―Cut-throat capitalistic‖! And our dirty politicians are ever-ready To spread red carpet For the hungry Shylock!

Obama and Romney, They are the two sides of The same dirty coin named greed! White-house is an empty house!

25/10/2012

MY BROTHER AND HIS POETRY SILSSA (1983- 99)

I was simply surprised when I got a letter from Premji asking me to write on him for his new book. Later surprise paved its way to a special feeling as it were (always) whenever he visited me. It was during December 96, we met for the first time. It was due to his job at Cochin. Seeing him in his casuals, I found him as a perfect one in our generation. But we, me and my sister, did not intend to talk to him. He chatted with our parents. Listening him talk about his job and his aims, I thought this man was simply self-boosting. And I found this man queer since he was stopping after each word to laugh! Later he used to visit us once in month or so and a year passed without any special events.

It was during that time when I was to write my SSLC Examination, God started playing a new experiment on me. I was hospitalized. Everybody paid me visits, he too. But when all were forcing me not to write the exams, he was there encouraging me. My exams were over and I thought His experiments had ended. But it only started! To the contrary we started talking during this period. And one day he presented me a book, T.Padmanabhan‘s ‗GOURI‘, in its front page he had written some lines and they attracted me more than the book, since it was from ‗Loving brother Premji‘. The simple line made me nearly tears.

Other day he gave me some of his poems to read. I found them interesting and simple, but sometimes piercing our heart with sharp edges. Most of them were about love and I thought how he was able to write so beautifully about ‗somewhat sweet, somewhat naughty and somewhat painful feeling.‘ And when he asked what I felt about them, I told that I think he is having an affair. There was a sudden change on his face and I guess that simple sentence made him to open to me. Later we had to come down to Trivandrum for my treatment*. There he visited me often since his house is also there. I think it is the appetite for reading, made us close. During his visits, we talked about so many things like books, poems, music, that and this. But he never intended to talk about my disease. Sometimes I thought this man is crazy: to speak about love and poems every time. And I thought he is a lazy being when he resigned his job. But I knew that this man was not vain with his different visions, aims and wild ambitions.

To say about his poems, I can only express them through the vision of a fifteen year old. I think it is the love for our life makes us to make creations. He always says that he has got only 10th Standard English and with that he had built a tower of reality and unknown feelings. We can float along with his words, but sometimes we are suddenly stopped by cruel face of man and his world.

In his poem about cancer patients, he has torn the veil of man by saying that not to grow cactuses in our hearts. I can only write these words since I am not the one to value his visions. I find his stories very interesting. We can read them without any perplexity. There may be inner meanings of simple words, but I didn‘t intend to find them. May be he is expressing his loyalty towards the world with them. And by wishing him every single bit of success, this little sister is closing her pen.

01.03.99

*Eving's Sarcoma, a type of Cancer affecting one in million!

INDIAN POESY

PREMJI