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Saturday, December 29, 2012

tail




In my tail stands a fire
to burn the urge of the valleys down south
to soothe the never ending itch 
Of Venus and her stacked maidens 
this pistol loaded to raise the entire consciousness
their minds
and yet the trigger is my eyes.

A studdy oak tree stands erect
On a fertile black land
Its stem turgid with sap in expectation of April.
Good-bye March.
With you came the thirst for the waters down south.

With your touch my veins are now bloody full

A serpent puffing amidst the shrubs
Possessed with the strength of a steed
Knodding in earnest on its return hole-ward.

Oh if ever the maidens of Helen did bruise thy heels,
today they thee embrace
to enumerate your sweetness and wonder
For with thee they are being loved and re-loved
And without thee, these maidens like petals wilt.

So i will take forth my splendour
crafted in love, fear and lust
For within the south , deep in the vallies 
It is April yesterday and the flowers 
Need tendering to bear fruits from the potion in my wand.

 (byAkuinor Gameli Cosi)

Sunday, December 23, 2012

I don't really hate police!


I am aware of the fact that hatred for Indian police or police from everywhere is so damn high and at some level it is right. They are somewhat a part of corruption, they surely are egocentric about their own wealth, they could have done so much better for people than they do, they are wrong at many more levels. They are immoral but so are human beings. But we certainly forget this point when we blame them for everything that they are humans.
I am not denying it that people suffer a lot and their fault is that they don’t have authorities and when they get no help from people with power, they feel dreadful. But what we should also see is… that neither all humans are bad, neither lawyers, neither doctors, neither Police man.
It is easy to blame them, ‘because we have tendency to put the blame on someone… so be it god, fate, luck, police, or anything. What we don’t see is the other consequences of their life. We have all heard of this proverb “Every coin has two sides” but do we apply it, no.
They work numerous hours to serve us because they have to, they never have holidays like us, no Diwali no Holi, they don’t enjoy rain like us because they have to work under it for hours, they can’t blame sun, they can’t blame mood, people get drunk and commit crimes but we blame police, what we forget is that they are not god… they obviously can’t keep eye on every corner.  They are working under government; they cannot desire to take actions on their own. Yes they are wrong in some cases but not every time.  We all have propensity that we cannot work properly if we are upset or mentally irritated but police always works with criminals. Brutality, crime, corruption, fights, dead bodies- they always deal with this without any stress relieving facility but who can they blame…!
I have read an article this morning in newspaper which is an interview of a police man. Who says that”they don’t have shift system. They work for 12 hours constant and might still receive an urgent call which they can’t ignore. The control room services receive more than 24000 calls a day. Out of them 70% calls are not their concern like dogs, monkeys, electric or water supply and many more. They don’t have proper facilities or wealth to investigate a case; they don’t get vehicles to reach to the spot because there are 15-20 cops in each station with only 4 or 5 vehicles. Many of times their stations are placed terribly without minimum facilities like water, food and hygiene”.
In this corrupted society even kids are corrupted then why to blame on police only. We all are part of it. What wrong is “the system”.  We feel happy when we break rules and pay 100 rupees and go on. We never tell them that they are wrong; they should put us in the jail. But we cry loud when this wrong turns into disaster and hit us back.
We all know wrong is beneath us!!

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Not an amorist...!


Sitting under blanket… whole face wrapped with a pillow, you cry your lungs out
You wait for the worst to come… you know you cannot stop yourself because you don’t want to… trying every single possibility you fail yourself
You do… you do what you have always escaped to answer your own self… you cut the blood out of you with that small blade… blood drops on the brown table… and you feel so contented…
You’re calm at this instant… that baleful dark and soundless silence seize your whole soul and mind, you wait to get melted… you breathe the name of god on your fault…
You walk on the lonely road slowly and hidden so that no one can see you…you’re competent of avoiding contact with the world of suffering.
No matter how bad you try to live ordinary simple loving life… your past haunts you… with the sword of heartrending memories… and reminds you of what is wrong in you… reminds you of your lost passion and love and life and emotion and care and sensitivity… reminds you of your lost human… you are a mad horrible monster inside… you are what is result of the sinful upbringing…
You cannot feel loved, cannot love even, you envy love that how he can love… your hatred is so robust that you cry for love but you can’t grab it… you run after it… but when it comes to you, you stab it in the neck like an filthy pig…
You desire no one… you are scared to desire or accept anything that you might lose it one day… your monstrous head gives you no control over him… he wants you to leave everything which sounds happy around you and surrender your soul in dark and die and crave and howl…
You struggle to live with a smile… you’re a lost mind… what is left in you is the both whore and the child… the child is absurdly abstruse and the whore is monstrously angry of love.