Uma Sharma

Flower Mandala

2010-04-27T03:25:00.000-07:00

I bloom like a flower
in complete joy
Aware and awaken
Still in being
without desire
without ambition
I am contained in me

Vision

2010-04-26T01:32:00.000-07:00

2010-04-25T02:16:00.000-07:00

Bunch Of Butterflies

2010-04-25T02:13:00.000-07:00

Stone Mandala

2010-04-23T03:27:00.000-07:00

I swirl in ecstasy
Filled with joy
within and without
Emanating your love
with every breath I take
and now, this moment
we become one.

Blue

2010-04-22T02:54:00.000-07:00

t is vast as the sky
It is deep as the Sea
The Omen of peace
The Color of soul
Blue: The Color of Compassion

The Crossroads

2010-04-22T02:53:00.002-07:00

I am standing at the crossroad
At the center of the four path
The East is Path of Knowledge
The west is Path of Devotion
The North is Path of Action
And South is Path of Austerity
All paths reach the same destination

Warmth

2010-04-22T02:53:00.001-07:00

live in the smile of a stranger
You can find me in a flower bouquet
Or in the friendly pat of a friend

Sometimes I also hide in your mother's angry voice
But you will always find me in her eyes looking at you

I am always with you
Sometimes as your teacher
and sometimes in your protective elder brother
It is me who you call in loneliness
It is me who come to you as a friend

I am love
I am you and everything around you

Green

2010-04-22T02:51:00.000-07:00

he wheels have turned again
The cold winter has passed
And comes the spring
With new buds full of promises
To drench the earth with colors

Its green with hope
Every new leaf holds the future
A future of happiness and prosperity
And wishes to meet again
Old and new
Friends and foes

Hopes for new smiles and faces
Little feet's running around
New voices, more laughter

Green is the color of new beginnings

The Touch

2010-04-22T02:50:00.002-07:00

We are twinss
Two bodies but on heart
They call us hands
We have knowing eyes
We can see sometimes more than eyes

We know
why thorns prick
the language of stones
The songs of the soil
The laugh of the petals
The dance of the waves

We know the secrets of the heart
The pat on the shoulder
The hidden greed
The masked anger

We know the sharpness of the knife
The softness of a kiss
The sourness of a push
The warmth of a cuddle.

Yellow

2010-04-22T02:50:00.001-07:00

I am
the light
the dark
the joy
the tears

I am
non dual
all pervasive
Eternal

I am
Omniscient
Omnipotent
Omnipresent

I am
the truth
the bliss
the happiness

Depth

2010-04-22T02:48:00.000-07:00

The eleventh hour of the night
A dark and empty space
Still and alert
I can hear every beat of my heart
and flow of my breath

A feeling of nothingness
my mind is scared
My body is vanishing
like vapor in the air
A storm of fear
A voice shouting for help
My head throbbing like a wound

But I can't go back
I am no more here

Before the light one has to go thru the darkness deep inside

Waterfall

2010-04-22T02:47:00.000-07:00

I hear your voice in
the silence between the words
the empty space between the things
the beat of the heart
hiss of the breath
the howl of the wolf
the buzz of the bee
Waves cackling on the shore
Laughter of a Child
the water falling on the stone.

The Red Garden

2010-04-22T02:46:00.000-07:00

The wandering eyes filled with anxiety
Hesitant steps moving forward
A muddy road without a name

The slithering path slipping into the darkness
Joined by the shadows of sombre trees
The watchful bushes sitting still

The miser mind wants to run
too much to risk
too much to be given back
It can't loose
the name, the identity, its fears

But the heart is happy
A new adventure
the trees promised a hidden surprise
The heart trusts the trees
It can trust
without doubts and fears
The sun is waiting on the other side
just a few steps more

Yes, Yes few more
and we are there
oh! the surprise
the promise, they kept the promise
the sun is smiling

The red wonder
A new life
A new start!

Garden of light

2010-04-22T02:45:00.000-07:00

As I opened my eyes
The soft wind brushed my cheek
She looked at me and smiled

I looked down and saw her face
She has soft skin and brown hair
Her voice is sweet and touch is warm
She held me tight in her arms
I'm her special child

I am born today
They call me leaf
I am soft like my mother
But I am strong like my father

I saw the sun
It's so bright
he laughed at me when I tried to hold him
He sent me his blessings and I became gold

Birds and bees came together
They danced and sang in a circle
They told me stories and made me laugh

The moon came and sang me a lullaby
I closed my eyes
It was quiet and calm
I slowly hid myself in my mother's chest
I saw my father smiling in thousand glittering stars

Today is the first day of my life!

The Kiss

2010-04-22T02:44:00.000-07:00

He; strong and light
She; soft and dark
Together
hand in hand
with smiles on their face
and twinkle in their eyes

They walk towards the horizon
A place where they meet
She the earth
He the sky

The waiting Earth unfold herself
To all pervading Sky
The clouds danced
The winds sang

Darkness vanished
All doubts cleared
As Sky and Earth hand in hand
took the first step in their new world.

Desiderata

2010-04-22T02:42:00.000-07:00

It was dark;
only the sound of silence
And soft water all around

I tried to look;
But could't see
I tried to listen ;
just faint muffled voice.

I know this voice
It speaks to me
It knows me; I wonder how?

I touch the walls around me
it was soft , meltingly soft
I know them well
This is my home

The voice is getting loud
I'm feeling very light
I tried to hold the walls
but they seem to disappear

I'm slipping away
into a tunnel
I can see light'more light
I'm moving towards the light
the light, light
And suddenly
Its all light!

Summer Labyrinths

2010-04-22T02:41:00.002-07:00

I am a flower
I'm a special child of God
Before this I had many forms
I was the star in the sky
To show the path to wise

I dropped from the sky and fell in the sea
And became a pearl of a rarest kind
I was white and soft and sparkled like snow
Hidden in my shell in the womb of earth
Waiting to be discovered

A wave took me and left me in the mud
and I grew into a flower
I dance with the winds
and sing with the bees
I'm the special child of God

2010-04-22T02:41:00.001-07:00

The infinite in the finite
Like soul in the body
Sunshine on the earth
The mind in the matter

The extraordinary in the ordinary
The thorn in the rose
the smile on the lips
Sugar on our tongues
Wings of the birds

The limitless in the limited
Courage in our hearts
Tears in the eyes
Love in the Strong
Strength in the weak

Autumn Leaf

2010-04-22T02:39:00.000-07:00

I am
the moon
the breeze that touch the autumn leaf
the smile of a child
the blush on the cheek

I am
the twinkle in the star
the warmth in the touch
the tenderness in the voice
the tear in her eyes

I am love!

Our Mother

2010-04-22T02:38:00.002-07:00

This my prayer in your praise
Our generous mother
We are your essence

You love us with abundance
And bear our mistakes with patience
You listen to our callings
You wipe our tears
You answer our questions

We bow to you
With love and gratitude

Pink Garden

2010-04-22T02:38:00.001-07:00

The blooming garden filled with smells of Joy
The blushing bods hiding behind the leaves
With pink cheeks like new born child
The laughing flowers looking towards the sky
waiting for the summer breeze
The teasing bees buzzing sweet melodies

I stood and watched in silent alertness
the divine dance of creation

Ode to my mother

2010-04-17T22:44:00.001-07:00

The four season

2010-04-17T22:43:00.000-07:00

I was born as spring
wrapped in a rainbow

I grew into a summer
I ran with the breeze
Climbed on the trees
To catch the clouds

I fell in love and became autumn
Golden and crisp
Filled with warmth
Filled with life

They call me winter
The time to introspect
To rest and contemplate
To remember and understand
To love and forgive

2010-04-17T21:30:00.000-07:00

The warmth of the sun
The light of the stars
I carry them all within my two arms.

The colour of the leaves
The softness of the breeze
They all are born in my womb

My smile is spring
My laugh is summer
Autumn is my sweet lullaby

I'm born again with every child
And walk with the angels when the time is right.

Love and Bliss
Uma

Indian Women

2009-05-08T03:09:00.000-07:00

After 60 years of Independence the Socio economic progression of Indian Women is still unremarkable. Even though, equality of women in status and opportunity is assured by our constitution, still almost 2 million women in India are illiterate.

Raison d'être for lower socio economic status of Indian women are:

Lower growth rate at the elementary level
Higher drop out rates
High rate of illiteracy
Low female verses male ratio (933:1000)
Child marriages
Female Feoticide
High rate malnutrition

The castigation that starts in the womb doesn’t stop after the birth. We think that child marriage and sati are old, rusted and retired. Unfortunately, they are accepted and practiced. In Rajasthan, sati is worshipped and encouraged. In child marriage, though the boy continues his education but the girl is deprived of her right to education. She is supposed to learn housework, also look after her younger siblings. A girl is also a citizen of this country. She enjoys the same rights as boy. Can we aspire to be in the league of superpowers when 50% girls in India can’t exercise their basic fundamental rights?

Improvement in women'socio economic status could be abetted by promoting women's self-help groups, encouraging women entrepreneurs/beneficiaries to take bank loans, increasing number of women's cooperatives and changing practices of women agriculture workers and laborers. Also, we need governmental support by formulating new policies aiming at women’s educational and economical advancement.

Just a Wall

2009-04-09T23:39:00.000-07:00

It is just a wall...... still, it is a wall. A rough, banal surface, cheap white wash with yellow blotches, a reminisce of last year's monsoon. A wall: why this word sounds so heavy? I remember my neighbor Ms. G and her boundary wall. Yes, it was the boundary wall, she told us created the whole ruckus between them. Mr. G decided to leave his wife because they couldn’t agree on the height of the boundary. A wave of shock swept our neighbor hood and left a swamp of rumors filling every backyard.

G’s were a traditional Indian family. Two grownup sons, a duplex with a garden and a Honda parked outside the gate: a symbol of financial wellness. Mr. G, a chartered accountant in his late fifties known to be reticent (when compared with his garrulous wife). In his hay days he was in the list of good catch, a man of simple habits, loved his food, a studious boy overall a good husband material. It was a shock, when he left his wife, some say for a pretty lady from his office.

The walls in my room need white washing or may be some color this time. May be colored ceilings will be more in tangent with my new neighbor. Their weekend celebration keeps me awake for more than one reason: firstly due to the high tech system blaring hard rock. Secondly, it makes me aware, which I try to push below the carpet; the drudgery of my life. Every thud brings me close to my monotonous existence and fills me with heaviness. I should change the color of my room (and so my life).

Life, I often think about life, just like a wall, banal, open ready to adjust and sometimes feel very heavy. Since when my life has become a burden, I never thought it will turn out like this. I remember not very long ago, I had dreams to become a movie star. I imagined myself to be picked by a producer while shopping in a grocery shop, it was imaginable almost real. Now, it seems a walk to the grocery store is unimaginable. Life presents itself to us as a blank canvas; it’s up to us to decide the colors. My dilemma is: the choice of color for life and the walls of my room. Red is loud and stubborn, blue is transient, yellow is common and green very persuasive. Black is possessive so I’m left with white; yes white is the color. I will choose white: the color of acceptance and humility.

The wall doesn’t seem so heavy anymore. It’s vibrant and beautiful; I’m feeling so light as if, flying. I remember the feeling I used to have in my stomach when I saw a bird flying; especially an eagle flying high in sky, with grace and courage. Freedom! This is the word I’ve been looking for; the only word which can be understood with experience as they say; the taste of freedom. This is what must have drove Mr. G out of his house. It’s the freedom that push’s people out of their cocoon and force to take risk and face our fears head on. Mr G finally decided to live life and change the colors of his life. He chose yellow ….. Yes yellow!

Mr G lives in a yellow house with red boundary; he has left his business and has started an orphanage in our neighborhood. I visited his orphanage; the walls were rough but vibrant almost alive.

The Tree with Yellow Flowers

2009-03-25T22:07:00.000-07:00

I saw it in the midst of green trees
The tree with yellow flowers
Emanating joy, conveying their love
For one and all

The morning came to Smidgen their sweet dew on the awaiting earth
The vibrant Sun ascended spreading its golden wings
The tree offered its flower to the rising sun

The sun smiled to see the yellow flowers
And flowers danced with joy to see the sun
They greeted each other
Each recognized the other
They are twins
Shared the same womb
Children of one mother

I stood in silence
Watched the great union of heaven and Earth
And I was not alone
The trees, birds all watched in awe
The wind danced in ecstasy and grass moved in bliss
The birds sang in rapture
The trees jazzed with joy

The whole cosmos danced and sang with delight;
This was heaven on earth.

Mortified Existence

2009-03-24T21:59:00.000-07:00

Rita, a 32 year old, recently widowed, has to relocate to her father’s house. She doesn’t know what to say to her daughter, who misses her friends. They have no visitors nor are they invited in any function or gathering. When, she went to collect her late husband office, no one would even look at her. There are thousands like Veenu, who are reprimanded every day because they are HIV+/AIDS. Rita and her daughter have both tested positive for Human Immuno- deficiency Virus (HIV). Her husband died of full blown AIDS few months ago. The social rejection and bigotry coerced on people living with HIV/AIDS only add to their miseries, which are struggling to come in terms with this life threatening disease.

Social debasement of HIV/AIDS is due to many reasons. Since infection is also sexually transmitted and research have confirmed that unsafe sex is the foremost reason for the spread of infection. Therefore, HIV/AIDS is considered a moral fault and deserve to be punished. It is considered as irresponsible and promiscuous behavior. Also, virus is associated with homosexuality, drug addiction, prostitution these are already mortified by the society. Whoever said; “ignorance is bliss” must have meant for some other world. In our world, ignorance is a curse. Our lack of awareness and inaccurate information about how the virus is transmitted (myths like: it can be transmitted by touching), has exaggerated the fear for the virus and the infected person.

Condition of HIV/AIDS infected women is dismal. Women are blamed for carrying the infection, even though they may have got the virus from her husband. Instances have been reported, where husbands abandon their ailing wives and children to find another wife. Due to the fear of social and family desertion, women are hesitant to disclose their HIV status. Also, disclosure may lead to loss of job and reputations. This fear and dithering will make women an easy target of violence and abuse. Ban Ki Moon says: "Stigma remains the single most important barrier to public action. It is a main reason why too many people are afraid to see a doctor to determine whether they have the disease, or to seek treatment if so. It helps make AIDS the silent killer, because people fear the social disgrace of speaking about it, or taking easily available precautions. Stigma is a chief reason why the AIDS epidemic continues to devastate societies around the world”.

The question is: how can we trounce this stigma and discrimination?
We need effective policies and laws, which enables the H IV+ to live and enjoy the rights as any other citizen of India. Safeguard from and prevent social ostracism and discrimination. We need cooperation and action from all the section of society. Participation from media, educational and religious organization will help to increase awareness and acceptability. Last but not the least; we can make a difference, with openness and positive attitude. As mother Teresa said; “if you judge people, you have no time to love them”.

The Other

2009-03-18T21:54:00.000-07:00

I know so much has been said and written but to my amazement all this hullabaloo didn’t even manage to raise an eyebrow. The dismal national female over male ratio of 933:1000 insinuates us to take action, raise our voices, create awareness, discuss.

For starters; let me serve you some bare facts –

• 1 out of every 6 girls does not live to see her 15th birthday.
• Every sixth girl child's death is due to gender discrimination.
• Condition of majority of those who survive is no good, as 22 million girls below the age of 18 years are forced into marriage against their wishes many a times to males twice their age.
• Female mortality exceeds male mortality in 224 out of 402 districts in India.

Unfortunately a girl is considered expendable by our society. It is we (the society) who are unfortunate not the girl. Cases of female feoticide are swelling at a fast pace. In this mad spree of slaughter, the main culprit is urban India. Our millennium cities and metros: the torch bearers of “shining India”. Haryana one of the rich and prosper state of India occupies the top slot. If by luck or chance they survive the feoticide, they are abandoned or chucked in a dustbin or sewer.

The castigation that starts in the womb doesn’t stop after the birth. We think that child marriage and sati are old, rusted and retired. Unfortunately, they are accepted and practiced. In Rajasthan, sati is worshipped and encouraged. In child marriage, though the boy continues his education but the girl is deprived of her right to education. She is supposed to learn housework, also look after her younger siblings.

Nature requires balance for smooth functioning. Male and female both are necessary for the sustenance of human species. Tampering with natural biological order we will only harm ourselves. Imagine advising your son eligible for marriage not to get married as there are not enough girls available to find a match for him. A girl is also a citizen of this country. She enjoys the same rights as boy.

Just a reminder!

2009-03-17T05:40:00.000-07:00

There are only empty roads and empty places crowded with empty people. I missed my train………….. I’m standing on an empty platform. This hollow tunnel waiting to engulf me into oblivion. This blankness as if my lungs have no breath only vaccum. This staleness in the air , a fermented life , waiting to die passing every minute which need a recharge…….. a long overdue……………….. We are indebted to life to live it. It seems we have failed…. miserably!

We have always ignored its little hints……. Those weird feelings for things more important. We are too romantic! One can’t make both ends meet with fancies; our reproachful explanations. We have stopped; living and start dying……. Didn’t realise when all this started? Love your life! Oh! A good USP for sale . We need real stuff! War, politics, stocks, Who wants love?

What is life?............ Good Question.

Prostitution: a virtual reality

2009-03-13T07:08:00.000-07:00

Imagine: the company you are working with, do not give you any medical allowance and PF. You are not entitled to any compensation in case of injury or termination. Also, incase of misbehavior or harassment, you can’t file police complain. How would you feel? Angry or may be frustrated. Did you know millions of sex workers in India are living and working in condition much worse than mentioned above? Our ignorance is due to our unwillingness to know and face the fact. Prostitution is a fact; its existence is a reality. But, we don’t want to see it, for us it is as real as the roundness of earth. Although, we know earth is round but we can see only flat surface.

In India, approximately 2 million female sex workers are operating (this number does not include male sex workers. The Immoral Traffic Persons (Prevention) Act or PITA was passed in 1956 to fringe prostitution and gradually abolish it by criminalizing its various facets. The ambiguity in the law is visible, since it does not make prostitution a crime, but forbids sex workers from publicly pursuing customers. They can’t practice their trade within 200 yards of a public place.

Due to the muddled nature of law; prostitution in India is neither legal nor illegal. Though, prostitutes are sex workers, but unlike other workers they are not protected under labor laws. They are not entitled to minimum wage benefits, compensation for injury or other benefits like; medical, Provident Fund. However, they have right to rescue and rehabilitate (if they desire) and enjoy all the rights that other citizen of India have (only in theory, in practice things are different). Sex workers are often charged with crimes of imprecise names such as; “public indecency or nuisance”.

Recently, there has been demand for legalizing prostitution. According to the advocates of legalization; Legalizing prostitution will help minimize the negative impact of such an activity on society and the vulnerable members in the community. Legalizing will bring in government regulation; this will create a secure environment, for both sex workers and consumers. In a regulated environment, issues like health and hygiene, compensation will
be dealt appropriately. Also, regulation and control will help eradicate child prostitution.

It is doubtful, whether India will become a superpower in 2050. But, if present scenario persists, India will undoubtedly become super house of sexually transmitted diseases – it will be much before 2050. This can be prevented only by monitoring and regulating hazardous consequences of high risk sexual activity. Consistently high HIV infection rates among sex workers, coupled with lack of information, failure to use protection, may contribute to the spread of AIDS in the region and the country.

Prostitution: a word, prohibited to speak in our drawing rooms .Banned in election campaigns. A word: appropriate for talk shows and social workers. A word: which people like us can only speak as an abuse. The question we should ask ourselves- how long prostitution will be an unreal reality for us?

An eternal fallacy

2009-03-12T06:09:00.000-07:00

It is deep and dense.
A form less energy.
Oh matter! Oh mind!
It is limited.
A limited means to realize the limitless end.
An eternal fallacy!

P.S. The formless energy is God, creator whatever name one wants give; limited means is our mind, logic; and eternal fallacy is when we try to understand this creation thru logic.

LOVE

2009-03-02T02:16:00.000-08:00

She closed her eyes.
The unrelenting waves crashed into the untouched rock.
The ocean was calm on the surface.
But she knew its uproar.
It was there, in front of her an undivided, undamaged whole. Complete as the universe itself.

She could feel a stir within, something unknown,
equivocal like the smile of a sleeping child.
And the time stopped, universe paused.
She could see herself evolving towards the divine.
Like a mystic, enthralled by its immaculate presence.

She was apprehensive. But can she stop?
In split second she was soaring towards the unfathomable.
The rumpus waves hurtle and rupture with an ecstatic cackle into tiny shiny specks.

She could hear the storm.

Martyr

2009-03-02T02:13:00.000-08:00

Dr. Binayak Sen, an MD in pediatrics and and a gold medalist from prestigious Christian Medical School, Vellore.He dedicated his life to the betterment and upliftment of rural and tribals of MP and Chattisgarh. He left his academic career to work in a community based rural health centre in MP.

Dr Sen initiated Chhattisgarh Mukti Morcha's Shaheed Hospital. An inimitable venture; owned and manged by worker’s organization. Dr Sen and his wife Dr Ilina Sen, founded a community based NGO: Rupantar. It trained health workers and deploys them in across 20 villages. Besides, training and deployment, it also monitors the work of community health workers. Dr. Sen is also a consultant to Jan Swasthya Sahyog, a health care organization provides health care propram in tribal areas of Chattisgarh.

Dr Sen is also National Vice-President of PUCL (People's Union for Civil Liberties).
He initiated many investigations into human rights violations by Salwa Judum. Salwa judum is a state sponsored group; consist of adivasis, who claim to fight against maoist naxals. But reality is quite different. According to Administrative Reform Committee report; millions of adivasis have been forcibly removed from their homes and some 40,000 live in terrible condition in salwa judum camps organized by government. Salwa Judum coerces people to join them or destroy their houses and family. Dr Sen disapproved of measures used by salwa judum and actively protested against it. This created a rift between him and state.

On 14 May 2007, Dr. Sen was arrested under the Chhattisgarh Special Public Security Act and the Unlawful Activities Prevention Act. He was charge of passing letters from an ailing naxal leader to another detained naxal member. He was asked by the state to treat the naxal leader and traetment was done in the presence of jail authorities. Dr Sen’s house was searched and his computer was seized by state. But no evidence was proved that could link Dr Sen with naxals. His bail petition was rejected by supreme court.

In April 2008, the Global Health Council announced that Dr. Binayak Sen was selected for the highest international honour in Global Health and Human Rights, “the Jonathan Mann Award 2008”. The Mann Award is presented to "a practitioner who makes significant contributions toward practical work in the field and in difficult circumstances; highlights the linkage of health with human rights; works predominantly in developing countries and with marginalized people; and demonstrates serious and long-term commitment."

Global health council and twenty-two Nobel laureates from around the world wrote to India's President and Prime Minister and Chhattisgarh state authorities. They said Dr Sen should be allowed to travel to the US to receive the Jonathan Mann Award for Global Health and Human Rights.

Dr. Sen remains incarcerated

Pranoid Self

2009-03-02T02:12:00.000-08:00

After one year, I went to watch a movie in theatre. To my surprise, I was a little apprehensive. The first thought that came to my mind was of bomb. Second was; am I a paranoid? To my surprise (and relief), I’m not the only one struck by paranoia- we all are. A sense of insecurity has percolated in our psyche and gradually sheathing our life.

The string of bomb blasts that started from Jaipur to Assam has not only shattered people’s peace of mind, but also Indian citizen’s faith in its political system. The dawdling investigation instantly spews out after blasts in New Delhi. The result was Batla Encounter. Shooting at batla took us by surprise and raised doubt in the nature of encounter. Instead of clarifying, police further added to our confusion by announcing a handful of names as masterminds of the blasts.

While we were busy clarifying our doubts, the Christians of Orissa and Kartnataka were crying for their lives. The workers of VHP and Bajrang Dal were committing atrocities on Christians in both the states. They burnt churches, killed and raped. Both these states have governments with a functioning head and state police. But, unlike blast, no names were divulged. No legal action has been taken against VHP and Bajrang Dal. Ironically, in both the states BJP is the ruling party.

The dust of communal violence was puffed up after attack on north Indians by MNS worker. One youth lost his life and many were injured. The arrest of Raj Thackeray was turned into a grandiose saga by media. Bihar reply was ‘eye for an eye’. Agitation in Bihar added fuel to fire. From Nitish Kumar to Lalu Yadav, everyone plunged in to save north Indians. North Indians were attacked before but then elections were not announced.

Icing on the cake was Malegaon attack. Till malegaon attack, terrorism, bomb blast means Pakistan, ISI, muslim fundamentalist. But with malegoan, hindu fundamentalism has been unmasked. When Vice Chancellor of Jamia Milia demanded proof and third party investigation into batla encounter, he was reprimanded and a full page article was written against him. But when BJP offered ticket to one of the accused in malegaon blast, no one seem to be bothered.

Last but not the least is Goa rape case. A minor of german nationality was raped and the main accuse is the son of Goa edu minister. The mother of the victim decides to withdraw the FIR due to harassment by police. Her lawyer was attacked and she is scared for her daughter.

The discrimination and division on the basis of caste, race and region are just strategies of politicians to increase their vote banks. Divide and rule is an old but an effective approach. But its effects are deep and irreversible. Our enemy is not an external agency but our internal political system.

The Trap

2009-03-02T01:51:00.000-08:00

I live in a brown house
It has five close windows
my house is peaceful and secure
my guards are good
do you want to know there names?
They are perception and ego

They protect me night and day
From wind and storm
From friend and foes
They are the wheels of my black chariot

Ah! What a nightmare, I exclaimed
The realization dawned
I am not the owner of this house
Two guards are not my slave

I am a prisoner in this house
A slave of this matter
Chained by the desires
Tortured by anger

I am trapped in my body!

Your Messenger

2009-03-02T01:50:00.000-08:00

You’re Messenger!

It stopped raining and I saw him
Your messenger!

Ah! This distance!
You are so far yet near
I can feel you but cannot touch you
I can perceive you but cannot sense you

I saw your messenger smiling as always
I see you in him
I see your oceanic eyes
Your immaculate smile
Your round earthy face

I can see you in the moon
Your messenger!

The Ferryman

2009-03-02T01:47:00.000-08:00

The Ferryman

He works day and night
He moves on the water and lives on the shore
He is the ferryman

He has serviced many passengers
The positives, the negatives
Fair and dark
Cold and warm
Logic and feeling
Clear and confused

His life moves from one shore to another
Like needles in the clock
Nothing more! Nothing less!

Though he knew and befriended many of his customers
But he knew it will not last
A ferryman’s only friend is the river
Therefore he cannot stop
Whether its death or birth
Happiness or sorrow
He needs to move on and flow
With his friend and master
The river!
Which tells him great stories?
Teaches him deep lessons

So keep moving
Keep rowing
People come and go
But a ferryman cannot stop!