Tuesday, November 17, 2009

poor soul...

Days were many and good times were plenty,
Deserted from sorrows and the life was in high spirit,
Everybody ordained him with incredible merits..
Marked with Perilous games and audacious crimes
Still cajoled with mere admonishes..
Saw nothing but joy and happiness...
His Life's boat was sinking in tumultuous ocean
It took long time to realize those good days have vanished.
Now indignation spits and irreverence kicks..
He could see all his dreams getting ripped off..
Never knew life would take a steep turn..
He wandered dejected and perished..
Dangling mind cheated his heart..
Hopes have shattered and strengths have trembled,
Supports have cluttered and ambition got rambled..
Nothing remains as it was... He was lonely..
He steps up to kiss the death..
But the poor soul could not understand the truth…
That every day follows a night…

Go My king….

Go My king….
Raise from ashes and fly like dragon
There may be obstacles hanging and enemies waiting,
But nothing will stop you, so go my king.
Hundreds may oppose you and thousands may curse
All by your side may fall down and No one may stand with you
Your steps may ramble and sight may go dim,
Still you should be there like an invincible.
Adversaries may laugh and sycophants may stab
Careful king, believe no one in this ungrateful world
Sing with reliance and dance with confidence,
As victory is all yours, so go my king....
Path may be decorated with thorns and fire all around
Scorpion may bite and Snake may spit poison
Light may hide and Darkness may cover the path
Friends may turn away and brothers may frighten
All alone you should proceed to gain the crown, so go my king....
Power of an elephant and acumen of a panther
Ordained with infinite wisdom and blessings of god
Just remember no one can suppress you
And those against you will be under your feet.
lonely you will win, so go my king…....

my final journey

I rested in heaven And danced with friends
Bees came to kiss me and flowing winds..
My beauty decorated with rare wings and shades..
I was lonely attraction to throngs And many poured praises.
I bought fame, a worthless bubble.
I sat in a emperor’s throne and led ordained life,
Till I was dragged to eternal curse…
In that commotion, drops came to hug and keep me fresh.
Beauty cost my life, though both are mortals.
Still there was overwhelming smile,
Which I shared with many others in pile..
Our destination awaited us and we did the same.
Place was darkened by silence and he lied in the centre
Everyone had reason and the old lady too.
His soul was blessed and body had a great farewell
she had none but memories to console
There was nothing worse and her pain erupted with loud cry.
I was put beside that solider and made my final journey with tears and
pride.
PS:
This poem is about a flower which enjoyed wonderful life, till it was plucked and joined with others... It accompanies a solider on his final journey…

Reservation...

Reservation, one of the relevant topic,which has always made my dumb brain to think.
Reservation in India has favored millions of Indians to gain there daily bread.It has turned crucial and vital for that society where recognition of their identity was denied.
Reservation for women has played great role for feminine gender. It has become an elixir for them from deep rooted male dominant world.
This has contributed to the nation’s proliferation. It was needed for many tribes who were considered untouchables.
All governments which came to rule india has always supported reservation, considering not the welfare of the people, but just for the sake of votes. Since the population of india constitutes mainly of people who were supposed to be backward and without their support its not possible to rule and suck money from them, these demagogues used it as a weapon rather than a tool (Not all poiliticians..). Post independent india saw raise of voices for their fundamental rights.
Increase in reservation for particular category has instigated hopes and ambition among young minds so that they can also touch their dream.
As every coin has two sides…
reservation has bit of negative effect too.
Most of them knows about it but they are not ready to accept the fact as it is favorable for them.
Reservation in Colleges and Research institutes, which are regarded as pride of our nation, will bring stain to its reputation.
Since decades have passed after its introduction, reservation has started spitting its toxin.
Higher authorities in Government organization has started to show nepotism to their community members. Some facilities which were provided to every Indians, has been stipulated to their caste people. To acquire their individual rights, people embraced corruption.
These days it has been sole aim of many government employees to get white collared money.So they consider giving money for government job as a capital investment. The legendary scholar Dr. Ambedkar who framed Indian constitution, introduced reservation to give equal rights for all Indians and to see india become a developed nation.But few self conceited person spoiled all those reforms.
Few centuries back Forward caste people ruled innocent backward caste. Only former were given at most privilege in society.
Harassment and havoc thrown on these innocents were inexplicable.
But now its time for pay back..
Tit for tat..
Now forward caste is vanishing( perfect instance of glory to ashes). Many so called aristocrats are changing their caste to be beneficiary of government allowances.
It is pathetic and horrible to see religion dangling in the midst of war for existence.
FC are purposefully given a blow…this is evident from one simple fact that they don’t have reservation.
Among all other damned communities in India they turned to be odd man out.
Now few learned philanthrophist feel that reservation should be based on financial status. But they dont understand India's development...esp. in producing fake financial certificate with required authorization .
Hence government felt that “known devil is better than unknown angel”.

Che......

Ordained as a great Spartan,
Distinguished from minions that are rotten
Fret is something he hates to core
That makes life-forces a sour.
Though vilified of many malicious crime
Vindicated from the false call of vulpine
Nothing makes his head bow
except the powerful weapon love
Benevolence being his Armour
And heart adorned with flower
Revolution recognize his eternity
which is the hallmark covering all his dirty
His enemies knew their disaster’s premonition
Damned to eternal perdition
God being his only master
Adversaries consider him hypocritical boaster
All wretched behind his vulnerable
Which he finds their miserable
Till his last breath he will be invincible
World offered him true veneration
That reverence which is better than sanctimonious beatification
Consecrated as consummate without fear..
He closed his eyes with throngs to shed tears…”
……His internal beauty is eternal………
……Tribute to Dr. Che Guevara ma hero…..