Sometimes you encounter forces so great and abusive, far beyond what is human and explainable, that you are confused whether you have to accept your imminent defeat or if you have to put all doubts about the reality of comparative strengths, and fight against the perceived injustice, which, for all we know, seems to drag on till the end, the end of either hope, or of breath. Without you knowing, you become a coward by persisting to be brave. Without you realizing, the principles you lived-by form a death trap you are destined to step on. Without you feeling, you become empty of the very emotions that once defined everything for you. Just when you realize you are too tired and cannot fight, the force pushes you down an abyss that you believed cannot go any deeper than where you already are. You are overridden with rage, that even in the moments that you believe are your last ones, the force still expects you to put up a fight. The rage helps you recover some sanity, and strength, and fight a little longer before everything circles back to your waning hope and tiring soul. It is as if the force throws you down a very deep abyss and the only way out is that you, a human, must grow wings to get out of the darkness and gloom. All the poems you wrote about flying don’t really mean anything, unless of course you find someone who makes you believe that you are not actually falling, but flying. Well, that again brings everything to the great and abusive force that snatches your only light, and the whole things repeats till the end, the end of either hope, or breath.
This post is actually one I had written for another blog of mine, which I am to discontinue. Thought this has a place here.
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earth was round, or so was it proved a few hundred years ago,
countries that had enough yearned for more,
and those that were weak, later revolted with a hurt ego,
driving the conquerors home, who knew it was time to go,
non-violence is what finally won over the blood-lust furor,
independence achieved, at a hurting price they had to forgo,
it took all but a night, for the return of the dreadful vertigo,
brothers of blood turned into brothers in arms, slaying the word ‘amigo’,
choosing peace, we let go off a piece, of land and pride, away they went packing their cargo,
eventually, religious turmoil only grew,
and non-violence was put to silence,
meanwhile, tastes changed to western spices and brew,
all the time, the population only grew,
with it the lives that fall under the poverty line,
some of this became history,
some of it mere past,
some things were forgotten,
some were not cared for,
new things were learnt,
while own things were sold.
all this is to play a very important role,
no less a subplot in a major plot,
the story that is to unfold,
is what is being told.
And a flurry of emotions in me.
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warning: these are only my feelings and my agonies and i don’t intend to offend or provoke anyone.
August 15, 2012.
Indian Independence Day.
A flurry of my emotions I posted as status updates on Facebook.
are we independent? free?
are women ?
so then, are we hypocrites?
I used to be proud of saying “i’m proud to be an Indian”.
I want everyone to actually answer themselves, “regarding what, are they proud to be indian?”
I am proud of the rich traditions and cultures(which though are on decline) and history, yes. And only them, I guess. Surely, not with what is happening today. And yeah, sports! but there again, the sportsmen/women make me feel proud, but the crap inside the associations and boards behind each sport are disgusting(exaggeration? no. emotional? yes.)
When there is news regarding some actor or sportsmen, trolls come up on facebook and flood.
Independence day has been reduced to that. (exceptions, yes.)
You can’t stop a barking dog even on an Independence day.
Because it is loyal. If you think it is madness, yes, your own head and your own shots.
Its not like saying “happy independence day…65 years and we have a lot of problems today..and blah blah..blah”..
i mean, why don’t you give that sh*t all year man!
P.S: Exceptions considered.
What Mahatma Gandhi did for us was one extreme(the good end).
What we did to him was another extreme.(the bad end)
And yeah, stop wondering like, “why did he say ‘we’ in the second sentence. i’ve got nothing to do with his assassination”. wtf!
don’t tell me not to live in the past. crap!
and for heaven’s sake his assassin’s name is “Godse”. If that is by mere coincidence or not i don’t know. Bu
If you think of doing or actually do something bad to a good person(don’t go like BIG PEOPLE.in everyday life), you are actually damning you own country, and for pete’s sake, the whole world.
ask politicians about them. they hire and fire them like hell, depending on whether the crowd throw confetti or chappals.
So what’s encouraging is, we all know what we want.
So there, Happy Independence Day. We should start being responsible more often. There surely are many who do that, why not the rest?
Please feel free to comment and express anything, i’d only like to change if there is something wrong.
Tweet me at @sankarajayanth.
like runes etched on the ancient marble stone,
i fail to comprehend what bothers you,
i come near to deciphering your troubles,
i come near to tending your wounds,
but something stops me, some force i see not,
i struggle in its wrath, to break free and be there with you,
i try to stop the force by telling the importance of me being free,
i fail in convincing the force to release me, the force leaves me no choice but to fight.
spikes and daggers, blood and burns, wounds and wisdom,
i fight with a million forces, not enemies, within me and out of me,
i surrender to a few, i enslave a few, i fight with distaste for battle,
i yet offer a peace treaty with the force,in midst of such raging battle,
i offer to comeback and surrender, if…
if it let’s me out for now, for this moment,
the moment i intend to tend to your wounds and memories,
to heal and to raise your spirits,
and then my work will be done,
and once again, i will be at fate’s bidding.
the force releases me from its wrath,
there was not a split second gap between me being set free and i stopping my fight and sprint.
the force believes it is my destiny to comeback and lose.
i pity the force.
where i am going now is my destiny,
and where i return hence forth, as promised, is just a ‘destination’.
Force, you may win over me in muscle and mind,
see for yourself whom you fight against,
you fight one whose destiny is to love and spread peace,
do you really think your win over me is the end of it?
i speaketh the world’s wailing truths,
i thinketh the world’s full of stark scarring realities,
i revolt the world’s ravenous lusts,
i jolt upright the world’s sleeping brutes,
i carry a message for the world’s worst habitants,
i parry the force that tries to usurp me by merging me into the world’s insane evolution,
i wield good around people who deserve it, warding off the world’s bloody hands,
i yield what i ought to, i sow what i ought to, at least i try finding truth among the world’s masked face,
i hear what i think i have to, though the world is all mouth for crap,
i bear what i have to, if it is an insult i should bear and if it would help change the world’s continuous counter-blaming, i would,
i rise when i see the world rising higher, its not pride but fear, that this evil world will overpower the little tender good, i should reign even if i am mistaken to be a dictator,
i surmise, when time comes, i leave with naught but the pure harvest of the crops i grew, peace be the world’s and my family’s.