Monthly Archives: September 2013

My humble request to the bellicose rulers of the world! By V.N.Giritharan

This is my humble request
to the bellicose rulers
of the world.

Do you know Ashoka?

Ashoka the great,
a great Indian emperor
who ruled the country
two thousand years ago.

He, a warmonger
became a great
peacemonger.

He , a warrior
became a great
pacifist.

He fought a bloody
war in Kalinga.

A war of destruction.

A war of
great human tragedy.

Ashoka the great,
a great Indian emperor
witnessed the human
tragedy which he himself
caused.

Witnessing the
war and its effects,
affected him
profoundly;
changed him
forever.

Ashoka , a man of war
became a man of
love ; a man of
peace.

Two thosand years ago
a war changed him
into a peace loving
man, a Buddhist.

You Demagogues,
You Hypocrites,
You warmongers,

how many wars
Have you, rulers
of the modern world,
waged
in the name of
peace;
in the name of
language;
in the name of
religion;
in the name of
nationalism.

My humble request
to you, bellicose rulers
of the world, is
this:

When are you
going to learn
a lesson
from the past;
from the story
of Ashoka,
a great Indian emperor,
who ruled the country
two thousand years ago?

* Ashoka: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashoka

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Poem: An Urban Folk’s Cry! By V.N.Giritharan

Trees -> Sky Trees!

The boastful human’s
pridefulness.

Sky Trees!
The trees of technology!

The ego of the modern human!

The Images,
the electromagnetic dances
of waves.

The image- controlled spaces,
the lives of humans continue
slowly
inside.

Do the Sky Trees
produce foods?
Do the Sky Trees
produce fruits?

Can we drink from the illusionary
lakes of asphalt?

Oh! Twinkle, twinkle
little stars! .
Without you,
the urban night sky
feels lonlieness.
Do you know that?

Oh! My flying friends!
Oh! My swimming friends!
Oh! my walking friends!
Oh! my crawling friends!

My dear friends,
Where are you?
Where are you hiding?

Tell me! Please tell me!
Show me your faces
at least
once.

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Poem: The (M) Other land! By V.N.Giritharan

It seems like only yesterday.
but many years passed by
quickly, very quickly
since I left the land of my
birth.
It also seems that
time runs fast; even faster than
the speed of light.
Maybe not really,
but It actually runs faster
than I thought it did.

I still remember the
day , when
I decided to leave
the land of my birth;
the land where my mother, father,
their parents, my ancestors were
born; the land where they grew up;
the land where they made love each other;
the land where they started their family;
the land where I was born;
the land where I grew up:
the land where I went to school;
the land where I spent my youth
with dreams of youthful joy.

That was the day ,
the land of my birth
lost its innocence;
That was the day , the land of
my youthful dreams lost its
youthfulness;
That was the day the land of joy
lost its joyful nature.

That was the day
that Hell triumphed
Paradise.
The Paradise lost
its innocence.
It was the day when
the jungle of concrete
became a jungle
of man eating ,
blood thirsty animals.
My people
of all ages and
of all genders,
ran for their lives.
That was the day
they lost their self respect.
Since then,
they have been running,
running, running,
through the lands;
through the waters;
still running.

Over turned vehicles; burnt
buildings, chared corpses
of human beings;
chaos! chaos! chaos!
Anarchy! Carnage!
Everywhere! everywhere!
smoke of destruction,
smoke of human dignity,
smoke of human values,
it was a real Hell
on earth.

That was the day
when my motherland
lost its mutual respect;
that was the day
when my mother land
lost its mutual love;
that was the day
when my mother land
lost its mutual understanding.

that was the day
when my motherland
became
the other land.

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Poem: Night By V.N.Giritharan

The mother bird
stretches its wings.

Wings of darkness.

Under the mother’s
warmish embrace,
now
the chicks can
sleep peacefully
until
dawn.

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Poem: The wanderers of the sky and their cry of melancholy. BY V.N.Giritharan

While lying in bed,
the sounds of the rainy night,
the view of the gloomy sky,
touch my heart deep
inside.

It has been raining
cats and dogs since
dawn.

Rain.
The tears of the refugees,
The tears of the stateless wanderers
of the sky,
The clouds.

As usual,
while lying in bed,
the sounds of the
rainy night,
the view of the
gloomy sky
touch my heart
deep inside.

Cry of melancholy.
The wanderers’ cry of melancholy.
Cry of Anguish.
The wanderers’ cry of anguish.
They cry for the land they
Lost.

It’s thundering
outside.
There’s lightening
outside.
It’s raining
outside.

Frogs croak
from the fields
near by.

The diffused sounds
of nature
reach my ears.

A thunderous night.
A flash of light

The thunder follows
the light.

The darkness follows
the brightness.

Brightness triumphs darkness.

A flash of light;
A ray of hope.

 

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Poem: Beseeching Mother Nature! By V.N.Giritharan

Mother Nature! Oh!
Mother Nature!
Holding your feet,
I beseech you one thing.
One thing; One thing only;
nothing else.
A Greed-less,
satisfactory mind.
Yes, that’s it.
That’s the only thing
I need from you.
Nothing else.
A mind full of knowledge not
full of superstitious beliefs.
That’s what I want from
you..
Like stars and planets
make my life move in
an orderly path;
a path without conflicts , but
full of knowledge.
Mother Nature! Oh!
Mother Nature!
Holding your feet,
I beseech you one thing.
One thing; One thing only;
nothing else.

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The damsels of the night sky and their giggles. By V.N.Giritharan

Outside,
darkness  envelopes the night sky
which extends infinitely.
The space expands.
The stars giggle.

 The damsels of the night sky.
 
“Oh! the Women of darkness!
Can you share your secrets
with me”
 
“We are fearless rays of light.
We have been travelling through
the lonely spaces and vacuums for thousands
of light years.
We are fearless rays of light.
Who has the courage to stand up against us?
We carry the history of the cosmos.
We never get afraid  of this vast , lonely space filled with
Vacuums.”
 
Look at the night sky!
Listen to the damsels
of the sky.
Now
Do you understand the secrets
behind their giggles?
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