I am not an open Book

I am not an open book.
Unedited chapters of my life lay deep within the unexplored region of my heart.

The key of that secret chamber is hidden within my closed thoughts, that you try to unlock it from a key that you posses.

You read the glorious edited chapters of my life story, rich with chosen vocaubluary and deceptive sentences.

You fail to read between the spaces of those words and believe the deceiving words as gospel of my life.

Mysterious world within me yet without the 'me' is shrouded in secrecy as you read what I want you to read.

I am not an open book.
The unedited, badly written script will always be hidden in the closet which will be accessible only to the trusted and the beloved.

Rage within

He is fire
Omnipresent since the day of creation

He is the question
that greatest of the souls are trying
to answer

He is the result
Of losing your battle to senses

He is the child
Of dangerous ideas born to
swallow humanity.

He is born of our desire
to dominate the world and force our way of life

He is the weapon of mass destruction
Of clueless knights shedding each other's blood and sending whole Nations to despair

He is hell
The promise of afterlife to all who hold on to him

He is the Ritual
preparing the sacrifice of all populace

He is the king and the servant
Of those who use him wisely

He is the third eye of the monk
closed and calm on surface waiting for
provocation...

Murder, Peace and other thoughts

A  person however corrupt, evil,mad or controversial should be left to live . The killing of people in a civil society is never justified. Only the court has the right to do so.  The killing of Gauri Lankesh doesn't make me sad or happy. It makes me angry that we as a society have left goondas,terrorists,naxalites and fundamentalists control the narrative of good and bad. We have movies celebrating Dawood Ibrahim and Hasina Parkar ,Arun Gowli,Varadraja Mudaliar,Peratala Ravi, Muttappa Rai and countless other convicted and non convicted criminals. Where are we headed to as a society?? Are we falling prey to the glammers of money and muscle control?? We have to be either left winged or right winged. We can never be neutral in a society of extremes.

Gauri Lankesh died. Within moments and hours, politicians, goondas,media, everyone is open with their own version of crime scene as if they witnessed the murder. Some blame RSS-BJP, Some blame Naxalites, Some blame Congress ruling in the state...The enquiry has just begun and the jury is out pointing at each other.  Can we let the judiciary take it's course once the investigation ends?

There are other extremes too. Gauri was no saint. She was convicted in defamation case by court for spreading fake news about an MP. Some leader said democracy has died with the death of Gauri ! Marvellous! Why was democracy sleeping when countless political murders have taken place in Kerala and West Bengal over the years? What was democracy doing when innocent people where killed by naxalites and liberal left media justified the struggles of naxalites and glorified them? Where was media when Gauri Lankesh condemned killing of Saket Rajan a naxalite, and never reacted when countless pandits were butchered,raped and left to die or run away  from Kashmir??

The problem is phobia. The phobia of truth. The selective amnesia. The problem of being loyal to your ideology no matter how brutal it turns out to be.

I have chosen my political path of neutralism.  If you have failed to identify that please identify it at the earliest. Be rational and not pseudo rational. Be nationalist not pseudo nationalist. Be real. Not fake.

Rest in peace Gauri. I don't sympathise or celebrate your death as I neither celebrated nor condemned your existence. You were a nobody. You were a sinner in the guise of saint. A pseudo rationalist, opportunist, blackmailer, a convict, a manipulator.

Politics and Other Thoughts.

Ashoka won the war. Spread Buddhism to the world. Did spread of Buddhism cleanse him off his taints as a mass murderer in kalinga war? War is a great leveller. The pain of many creates a transformation in survivors. Ashoka survived and became great. Not because he won the kalinga war. Because he won the war within him. He became Ashoka the great. The greatest. King of Kings. Chandashoka became devanampriya ashoka.  Therefore learned souls say defeat the enemy within.

Politics is also about similar traits,with a wicked twist. It's about defeating the enemy but making your enemy defeat his own inner self.  Making him believe he is winning,making him not realise that he is a pawn in your great mind game where you play your game in his mind and ultimately defeat,destroy and humiliate him. The noble battle of ideologies and ideas,character assassination,political murders,loot and everything perfectly uncivilised in a civil world. Politicians are a notch above civilians! Yes you heard it right. We play with your dreams,your ideas,your faith at your own cost and we reap rich dividends out of it. We play the real game of thrones while you helplessly cheer for us. The great cheerleaders of crazy democracy.

History Itihas Kahani

I want to find an empty wall where there is no name of the person who built the wall. I want to conquer that land in my dreams and write my name on the wall as the ruler of the lands who brought prosperity to people as sun and moon looked on to admire my rule and all celestial bodies wondered in astonishment at my glory. I want to be the bloody ruler who shed the blood of the innocents as I will justify my murders as defense of my people and my land. Glory to me. I want to write the story of slavery,as the story of domination,story of murderer as the story of saviour, the villain as hero and negatives as positive. Because I am the conquerer. The winner. The Saviour! The cold blooded murderous hero!

This is how history is written. Sad. But brutal reality of the men with bloody sword being equated to divine warriors of righteousness.

While the hero was buried and his tombstone carried a name, countless innocents who lost their lives and did not have a decent burial , cried in one voice from the hell....Glory to you. Glory to you. Glory to you.  Blood Gore and more victory to you.

His Story.

Poem of Victory

I am the mighty  Warrior
Wielding his sword against uncertainties
Of war chaos and human errors

Sword is my Pen
Blood is my ink

I write poems of blood and gore
Sacrifice and Revenge.

Protecting the lives of many
By killing the countless

War is my question of existence
Victory or Loss being the  answer

As I wield my sword to cut heads and stab the unknown soldier to protect my motherland
The blood falling on her fertile soil makes her cry in pain

I am the sinner of countless murders
The hero of  victory and bringer  of
miseries to unknown

I walk down the path of blood and gore
My head held high and soul under shame.

Victory victory victory to thee!

Love is Freedom!

Let your love fly
because love is freedom

let the heart refrain from caging
its' emotions
because emotions have a right of their own

let the boat of love reach destiny on its' own
in tune with the waves of life

let the music be soothing
and heart beat in harmony
to the melody of love
playing in the air

there is love in time and space
divided by our destiny

love of letting go with smile
because love is freedom.
let the love of life be free