The Calling!

A ringing, a scream, a constant buzzing..

Haunting, penetrating, crawling in my being

You must, you must… calling in my ears

You must you must… cries it, inside my soul

I struggle, I struggle, to extricate it from me

I tug I tug, relentless, it persists

Briefly I throw it away, incessantly it returns

With a larger voice, a greater force, it prevails

I try to shun, I try to shun but it fights to return

Because hearing wasn’t enough,

It begins to show me things I don’t fully comprehend

It shows me the thorns in the way and the seas that are rough

And then a glimmer that says the thorns I can bend

The seas I can tame even though they are rough

Enormous, enormous the troubles that are here

Venomous, venomous the creatures of lust

Vengeance, vengeance has become a must

Before we avenge, we forget where we began at first

We die, we die a hopeless death

Hope was here, but we mask it with our unflinching rut

Mirrors, mirrors, all around us

Mirrors, mirrors show us the rot we have become

Yet we fail to notice that it is our own reflection that we see

We fail to see that it is our own doom that we seek

What’s befallen humanity, what’s become of us

Fear, agony, lust, misery and destruction, the inevitable curse

Oh why do we despair, when we created it of our own

If it’s what we wanted, why do we now despair

We emptied our souls of love and filled it with judgement

We killed peace and embraced the endless drama

And now we ask why we lost all smiles and merriment

Look around you now, they flock in panorama

Don’t you see, don’t you see the devil’s gaining strength,

In our veins it’s taking rebirth and spreading its stench

‘He who must not be named’, he-that had long been vanquished

Is returning with greater force, harder it will be this time to defeat

Don’t you see, it’s using your minds and souls and turning you to dust

No end you will meet and that it shall see

Unless the blindfolds you remove and the control you discard

“You must, you must!” it rings in my ears again

“You must save us and stop this peril…” it repeats

“the wrong number you’ve got!” I retort

“I ain’t the one with the superpowers,

I suffer as much as they do all,

Weakened by the same plight as is theirs!”

I silence the voice. I silence it finally..

I look around me again, I feel the agony again

The misery, the disaster, the peril, it’s here

The fires burning, the swords are sharpening

Cutting, killing and then again sharpening

I’m watching it all and still being watched, I know

I sense the disappointment, the tears of pain

Why, why is it happening, my soul screams aloud again

Silence, Silence, I hear no more..

I cry, I bury my face in the sand…

Silence, a long silence prevails

At long last, I pull my head out of the sand….

“You must, you must……….” It rings again…

If We Could Hear What God is Saying to Us on Thanksgiving

1. Don’t thank me yet. First achieve your life’s purpose. Indeed, I gave you life and a destiny to make the situation conducive for you. And the most important thing I gave you was freewill.. but it seems like half of you have completely forgotten about this most precious gift and the other half of you have forgotten what it was meant to be used for. When you defeat your purpose, you defeat my purpose.

2. Don’t thank me yet. Not until you’ve finished what I started. It was you who asked to be sent down there to complete it. It was you who wanted this done and now you won’t let you do this. It was you who volunteered.

3. Don’t thank me yet. Thank Edison, my beloved son, who truly spread the light so that you could even work in the night without being deterred by the darkness. Thank the Wright brothers who gave you the wings to fly so that exploring this beautiful planet was not a mammoth task but a pleasurable one that it should be. Thank Alexander who invented this most amazing thing that you call the telephone so you needn’t wait for days and weeks before messages could be exchanged and you could do a lot more, much faster. Thank that boy Mozart and many others in his league including Hans Zimmer of this age, who created the most legendary music to inspire your souls to trudge forward and continue on your soul’s true journey. The list is endless. Now my question to you... What did you do with all of that?

4. Don’t thank me… because I didn’t give you the woman to sin, to violate and to cage. I gave you the woman, the most treasured part of my being, to cherish, to worship and to draw inspiration from.

5. Don’t thank me. I made you woman, not to indulge in self-pity, not to play the victim or be defeatist nor to be the enemy of your own kind, playing a role in deterring them from shining their brightest and accomplishing what they were here to do. I made you woman, to teach mankind of courage, power, dignity, supremacy and most of all love. I made you woman, so you could sparkle and bring light where there was none. A lot of you have forgotten and almost relinquished your light and succumbed to those earthly norms that hold no truth from where you come.

6. Don’t thank me. I never asked you to fear me and become subordinates to me. Oh my, you make me look like a jealous and vain monster. How I should feel ashamed of myself. Don’t you know, I am in you and in me there’s you. You are me and I am you so who are you bowing down to? Would you kill you if you didn’t bow down to you? Oh wait.. That’s indeed what you are doing there... you are killing you… because those that you have called others are also you... You are destroying you…

7. Don’t thank me. I never made religion. I just sent them down to set examples for you. I only wanted to give guidance to help you, not to handicap you. Jesus, my son was just spreading my message and so was Mohammed and so were Krishna and Gautam and many others. I never made religion. I just sent down my children who were dedicated to work on my mission to help you and guide you. I never made religion. You made religion. And now you use it for the exact opposite cause of the whole purpose of its being. I never divided you. You divided you. It was never about fighting about the names. It was never meant to be about who’s right and who’s wrong. It was just different spectrums to look at the same thing. It was just different paths to the same destination. But you chose to get so intertwined and adamant to decide which path was right, you entirely forgot about the destination.

8. Don’t thank me. There is light at either ends of the tunnel but that doesn’t mean that they are different lights. It is the same universal light that shines from above but you are so lost and divided inside your tunnels that you fail to see that I’m just the only one light that shines right above you. You created the tunnels and now you are lost in them. I’m still shining bright, overhead. You just don’t want to see it that way.

9. Don’t thank me. You chose the side of your ego and even while worshipping me there lies your ego, the ego that wants to prove that your way of worship is truer and the other one knows not how to worship the God… The ego that fails to see that love can shine through your soul and doesn’t need rituals to prove that it’s true. You make a mockery out of me and insult me when you follow all your devised rituals to put on the façade of loving me and then go and commit the same shameful sins that I abhor. You make a mockery out of me when you tell that loving soul that he knows not who I am because he knows not how to pray the right way, even though he’s the one who really knows how to love me... He’s the one who needs no rituals to prove how much I mean to him because he remembers and listens to my advice, because he embraces all with an open heart and differentiates not on the basis of religion, practices or rituals.

10. Don’t thank me.. because you are lazy to go out and achieve all that I made you capable of achieving.. Don’t thank me, you never did justice to all the gifts that I generously endowed upon you. Don’t thank me just because it’s thanksgiving. I will thank you if you really woke up today and decided to mend all your ways and did all that you were meant to do and lived your life with the spirit of love and your true purpose.

11. Don’t thank me.. Because you couldn’t be a good father and inspire your children… because if you failed to do this one simple thing for your children, it means that I failed to inspire you as a father..

I’m only as great as you would make me through your own greatness. I’m only as loved as you would allow me to be by loving yourselves. I’m only as true as you would believe me to be through your faith. If you think I don’t exist, then I won’t. If you think I am the greatest, then you must also believe that you can be the greatest with my power within you. I’m only as just as you want me to be. If you think you never get what you deserve, then you never will. If you think I’m here by your side making you manifest wonderful things and making this world a better place, then there I am, right by your side, with all my might working through you and for you.

However, all this means nothing if you want to stay with your hopeless ways and act like a beggar. All of this means nothing if you’re going to resign to this thing you call fate, which you created for yourself... All of this means nothing if you are going to just sit around and do nothing. All of this means nothing if you’re going to decorate that Christmas tree every year to celebrate the birth of Jesus but never let another Jesus be born within your souls. You defeat my son’s purpose, you make his life feel like a complete waste, you give him sorrow when you don those clothes and call yourselves the clergymen only to enjoy a false sense of power and teach my children to fear me.

Don’t you see you are not meant to fear me, you were never meant to fear me… because you are me.. You are my creation and you are my creator. The creator and the creation is you. When a child is born, so is a mother and a father. They can only co-exist. One cannot exist without the other. I’m as dependent on you as you are on me. I can only help you, if you get up and help me. I can only do as much as you would do for me. Don’t thank me. If you truly love me, go gather that courage and do what needs to be done. Fulfil the purpose. Don’t thank me. Just allow my light to shine through you instead of blocking it with your growing darkness.. Don’t thank me.. Allow me to work through you. Don’t thank me yet.. Don’t thank me...

Resilient, I stand

I stand the test of time, with each assault I withstand

Doggedly striving in my struggle to reach the Promised Land

I mean no harm, only defense of the spirit is inevitable

I've stumbled and fallen but getting back up is veritable

Hopeless I have been several times and also distraught

Yet not for long, strength has always been borne of the rot

If lost I have to be, I would rather be lost in paradise  

With the angels guiding me all the way, without a guise

Uncertainty has always been a constant companion

Tears have been shed, making deep scathing canyons

Memories and scrapes of the debilitating, daunting past

Cause me to cringe and fall with a resounding blast

Yet I stand up on my feet, the monsters won’t defeat me

Several times they defiled me but they could never break me

No, they would never have the pleasure of a victory so undeserved

As the sinners do, their rightful punishment they shall be served

Justice may be scarce on this magnified human realm

But justice is ultimate in the all powerful universal hem

Wrongly I've been done, and I was tormented and jammed

I’m still undeterred; determined and resilient, I stand…

Less than Perfect...

I fire with velocity and an undying vigour, to achieve the most as a little bird completes one twitter
Perfection is the goal, perfection is of essence, nothing on earth can cause me to even slightly dither
From that goal I hope to achieve, a nirvana, a salvation that I presume is closeby, but seems to flicker
I live in the illusion that I’m evading the darkness and approaching the light, of which I see a mere sliver


It only dawns on me when I’m weary of the rigour, that nothing is perfect and perfect is nothing
I’ve spent my life aiming for a thing that was nothing but an illusory trigger which was utterly baffling
Is it discontent with myself or discontent with others that sets me off, most redundantly bolting
Less than perfect just won’t be good enough, and ordinary just doesn’t feel that great or flattering


Insecure and unsteady stands my foundation on a bunch of wobbly stilts, shaking nervously at every hit
What could I have done wrong when all I aimed for was perfection, how could I be so wrongly tricked
I ponder the same and curl up in the fear that I still don’t lack the predisposition to fail and be a twit
Happier were the times, when winning was not of any major concern and nothing was a definite writ

Realization comes knocking at my door, opening my eyes to a reality that I thought I could elude
Life is fast enough, so we better stay calm in order to be blissful, and it doesn’t help being a prude
There is fulfillment in the little things we do for others and a nice cup of coffee that is brewed
If we learn to see the positives in the negatives and the light in the darkness, there’s no need to brood 

No Ordinary Love

Chirruping and fluttering her wings, flies by a little humming bird

Whispering a sweet teasing note into my ears, or so I thought I heard

I recoil in eternal bliss not fully comprehending the cause of my blush

Time seems to stand still in this moment so I may escape the mad rush

My heart is shrouded with a cloak of inhibition that none can uncover

As I savor the joy and exhilaration of a sweet surrender

Flutes and violins play a tune in my head, elevating me higher

To a plane that has not often been visited any time prior

A rebirth, a recovery or freedom from an age-old, detrimental curse

It feels like being brought back from the dead, from the cold stone grave

Just when all seemed lost, I feel alive once again, this time in the soul

Every blush feels like the first, and every touch brings about a virgin glow

Could I be walking on the clouds, or dancing along with the mysterious sea waves

Which take things from us sometimes, and bring us special messages at others

If only I knew how to control this feeling, I wouldn’t be drowning deeper into this ocean

The incandescent ocean of love, which transcends all other existing human emotion J

How Many???

How many protests have to take place? 

How many banners have to be painted?

How many slogans have to be shouted on the streets?

How many sleeping politicians have to be woken up?

How many people need to be attacked with tear gas?

How many newscasters have to question those in question?

How many streets need to be patrolled by the cops?

How many complaints have to be turned down by the cops?

How many 7 year old little girls and virgins have to bleed each day?

How many women have to sacrifice their faces with acid?

How many women's modesty needs to be outraged?

How many debates will we have each day? 

How many men will continue to think that they can get away with a rape without a scrape?

How many young girls will be threatened that they would meet with the same fate?

How many rarest of rare cases have to occur, until they are not rare anymore?

How many girls have to grow up with the belief that they can't blame a man for his actions?

How many times will we hear that a change is going to take place?

How many times will we yet again face disappointments?

How many times will we accept defeat and move on with our lives?

How many sorry speeches will we hear from those that don't even give 2 hoots?

How many times will a woman MP be told that she's addressing irrelevant issues when she raises her voice?

How many, Oh tell me, How many....?

Until 'Change' becomes a revolution and a reality and not merely a cool word to use.... 

It's a world full of deluded people!

She only asked for help. She was a victim of the most despicable act of mankind imaginable in my limited spectrum of perception, because only evil can imagine what evil can do. The dignity she had earned through the course of her life, and the dignity which was her basic human right, had been vanquished and stolen from her within a span of a few of the most disparaging minutes of her life… Many passed by…  Many she had begged for help... I suppose none were any more human than those that subjected her to the atrocities that one can only imagine. Lying in a pool of her blood, in her birthday suit, vulnerable and suffering with a pain and an anguish that only her body and soul knew…. Many she begged again, and many passed by yet again...

It’s a world full of deluded people…. Awfully deluded people… People know no more than themselves…  And even themselves, they don’t know any better... If only they knew better, they’d know that we were all part of the same universal soul and what was inflicted upon one, could have been inflicted upon another…

Not one heart melted at the sight of her suffering… Not one eye dropped a tear… Not one soul had the courage to just cover her whatsoever... Not one soul felt any shame... All this insensitivity in a land, that is believed to be the most mystical of all… where people are believed to have found enlightenment…  where people tread from far off lands  to come in search of the meanings and the answers to their lives… where Karma is the essence and the essence is Karma… Such was the Karma…

An innocent soul was victimized, and then victimized further by the insensitivity of the others…  And I still Hope against Hope that it’s not a world full of deluded people… I still hope against hope that there are in fact more enlightened beings, who were (to that girl’s dismay) not present at the time, in that place, or else things would have been different. Half her misery might have been reduced if the right help would have come at the right time… If she didn’t have to beg in vain, only to add to her pain…  If someone would have lifted her at first and not allowed her to suffer some more…

And now the same people, who probably passed her by on that fateful day, are climbing the bandwagon and shouting slogans and expressing disgust and begging for justice. I only hope that they are not the same ones… that they are in fact the enlightened ones, who were not present at the time on that fateful day or else they would have acted differently…  I still hope against hope, in a place, where there is nothing left to hope…..