What I have not seen
I shall soon see.
Whatever is in store for me.
Would one day come to be.
That day i would need
People to stand with me.
To smile or shoulder me as the need of the hour be.
Those days I will look to thee.
For you I know will be there for me.
Dear friend, thank you for the confidence you bestow in me.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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A name you are not for me.
For I believe with you i can speak.
Yet in agony must I be.
To search for someone like thee.
Is it not feasible for you to be with me?
I understand your position is weak.
I too am tied to a covenant I seek.
We are not really meant to be.
But you are the only one to whom I can speak.
A name you are not for me.
For I believe with you i can speak.
Yet in agony must I be.
To search for someone like thee.
Is it not feasible for you to be with me?
I understand your position is weak.
I too am tied to a covenant I seek.
We are not really meant to be.
But you are the only one to whom I can speak.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Why ???
What’s there in me to hide.
That forces me to be shy.
What’s in me I wonder,
That I am not like the other members.
I wonder if I will survive,
And find more like me as time passes by.
That forces me to be shy.
What’s in me I wonder,
That I am not like the other members.
I wonder if I will survive,
And find more like me as time passes by.
Monday, September 7, 2009
War
Have you ever thought what the purpose of a war is? To phrase it differently whom does a war benefit? Does it in any real way benefit the solder fighting on the ground, who is so convinced that he is fighting for a greater cause which is a reflection of the aspirations of its people that he is ready to die for it?
My opinion on the above is that a war is only a cliché which is groomed by those few who proclaim themselves to be the leaders of a nation. They induce the rest to believe that the cause they are fighting for is their own, that it is necessary therefore that they must join in, for not doing so would be unpatriotic. The only real and material benefit of this war is however that the so called leaders get a few more acres of land to rule over, in exchange for say a couple of thousand lives. Such is the rhetoric that is made up through speeches and supported by a large section of the press (getting a good sum of money from weapon dealers) that we are again induced to believe that the portion of land that we have got is worth every life lost, maybe even more, we are made to believe that it is we that have gained that land as if an addition to the property we are in our individual capacity holding.
How deceitful all the above is. For in reality the soldier who has died or those who have lived to see the after war would soon realize that there is nothing for them in that victory. There household still looks the same, their financial condition has not improved, and that magical piece of land for which all that fighting was done has bared no fruits for them. On the other hand in order to support the war extra financial burden was placed on the households through various taxes; money for development was deployed for purchasing arms and ammunitions. What good is such a war for that soldier? Or in fact the people whose aspirations he thinks he is representing.
There is no gain in war, except for those at the highest echelons of fascist politics and the producers of arms and ammunitions. If only all were to understand this, not be very motivated to fight for it. Then perhaps the money spent on those wars could be constructively utilized for feeding the millions starving to death in many parts of the world. We would have no massacres, no mothers and children having to abandon their homes in the middle of the night. If only all of us were to see through, if only for our own good. But then they say common sense is not so common.
My opinion on the above is that a war is only a cliché which is groomed by those few who proclaim themselves to be the leaders of a nation. They induce the rest to believe that the cause they are fighting for is their own, that it is necessary therefore that they must join in, for not doing so would be unpatriotic. The only real and material benefit of this war is however that the so called leaders get a few more acres of land to rule over, in exchange for say a couple of thousand lives. Such is the rhetoric that is made up through speeches and supported by a large section of the press (getting a good sum of money from weapon dealers) that we are again induced to believe that the portion of land that we have got is worth every life lost, maybe even more, we are made to believe that it is we that have gained that land as if an addition to the property we are in our individual capacity holding.
How deceitful all the above is. For in reality the soldier who has died or those who have lived to see the after war would soon realize that there is nothing for them in that victory. There household still looks the same, their financial condition has not improved, and that magical piece of land for which all that fighting was done has bared no fruits for them. On the other hand in order to support the war extra financial burden was placed on the households through various taxes; money for development was deployed for purchasing arms and ammunitions. What good is such a war for that soldier? Or in fact the people whose aspirations he thinks he is representing.
There is no gain in war, except for those at the highest echelons of fascist politics and the producers of arms and ammunitions. If only all were to understand this, not be very motivated to fight for it. Then perhaps the money spent on those wars could be constructively utilized for feeding the millions starving to death in many parts of the world. We would have no massacres, no mothers and children having to abandon their homes in the middle of the night. If only all of us were to see through, if only for our own good. But then they say common sense is not so common.
At the age of five
At the age of five, i stand beneath a tree, able to move my hands and walk at will, as i breathe in the moist cool air, i feel as if i am free.
Across the road i see my dad, and i wonder if he could ever say that. He works hard and toils all night, only to have someone else move in by our side.
I wonder why he never complains, that someone else has taken over the house he made, and we still have to make do with a tent thats leaks when it rains.
I wish i could instill in my dad, that he was the same as the other dads. It made no difference if he had no car, but he was still like them all.
Why cant he just stand up and claim, one of the houses for me and mummy to stay. How hard could it really be, after all he is the one who builds them u see.
Across the road i see my dad, and i wonder if he could ever say that. He works hard and toils all night, only to have someone else move in by our side.
I wonder why he never complains, that someone else has taken over the house he made, and we still have to make do with a tent thats leaks when it rains.
I wish i could instill in my dad, that he was the same as the other dads. It made no difference if he had no car, but he was still like them all.
Why cant he just stand up and claim, one of the houses for me and mummy to stay. How hard could it really be, after all he is the one who builds them u see.
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