Tuesday, October 25, 2016

World Peace from Gandian Philosophy

World peace has become a political and commerial item. Commodification of philopophy has become the worst method of selling and buying in international terms. War to bring nodmalcy.War aginst poverty. War against terrorism.. the list is endless. The equation is terrible. It only spells disaster. It only equips the world with more deadly wapons. It ruins the world. 
Therefore I strongly consider that the only workable solution is Gandhian philosophy. Nonviolence is not meekness. On the otherhand it is brimming with love and tolerance. It explores ways to forge better human relations. There is nothing to replace human bond that arises from the knowledge of love and peace. Huge store of wealth and huge piles of arms and ammunitions cannot bring peace to the world.

Sunday, October 23, 2016

The May Day Sun

The  sun looks blushed and through,
By its own heat.
The desiccated white clouds,
Shredded and thrown across the vast blue sky
Longed for water.
The parched earth
Wailing over her barren womb
The trees marooned in the middle of deadpan fields
Reminds me of the life once throbbed.
The earth and sky supplicating woefully,
Yet the fiery hot wind blows,
It blows incessantly.
A sparrow looked  for shelter,
Under dried leaves, yet not fallen.
With its beak agape.
A squirrel timidly rubbed its belly
Against a little patch of wet earth
In the garden pot
Yet the fiery hot wind blows,
It blows incessantly.
The child lying on the shoulder of a woman
Looks blankly, her eyes vacous,
Her little body, the remnant of her earlier self,
Recalls the fury of the sun.
Yet…
It blows, the fiery sun.

It blows incessantly

The Hearth

She untied the faggot thoughts
And burnt in the hearth of her mind
I saw,in the glow of molten gold
Deep in her sunken eyes
Frozen dreams-
-the remnants of an unfinished story
Her face pale, yet kind,
Invaded by premature wrinkles
Seemed lost in thoughts.
Cursing the gush of the  wind
Stole through the palm leaves
Of the thatch,
She poked the fire and cuddled me
She ran her fingers through my coarse hair
And caressed my face.
I could feel the hard callouses of her palm
The indelible marks
Left by life-long drudgery
She held my head
Tightly against her heart.
The rhythm of her heart beat,
The elixir of love
Suffused into my frail body.
It was a lullaby
At the side of the hearth.
I sank deep
Into the womb

And lay like a foetus.