pnasarudheen
Indian
P.Narayanan Nair, a Hindu converted in to Islam.Born and brought up in a middle-class,aggrarian pious family in central Kerala.A scholar in English and History, loves Philosophy and Literature.A bilingual(Malayalam and English) poet and essayist. Likes criticism on socio -political issues and literary writings. (I welcome criticism on my writings.)
I am a Caliban groaning
Oppressed by Prospero
In an Isle unknown spring
My urge to freely flow.
Desires of Prospero his bridle
***** and nag me ; my Ego resists
The Cultural pressure they girdle
To shroud my Peace and past fast.
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
Right and Wrong : born by Deeds
As Adam sons : Abel and Cain.
The Bible and the Qur’an ,still,
Are Vedas of the Semitic people.
Eve-wife of Adam rebelled once
And opened the Gate of Hell.
Down they fell leaving Paradise
To toil on Earth - their DNA hold
The right and wrong: we too hold.
Follow Christ to absolve from Sin
Follow Al Ameen (pbuh) for Heaven:
Pray for Peace(Islam) of Heaven
And be righteous to save from Hell.
Both pray and prey each other, Alas!
Even during” holy Ramadan” days.
Unity and Grace both teach us, but.
Their Institutions cheat us bright.
Hindu Vedas too teach us well
On the Unity of souls in a Soul
Also with a path of Its Dualism.
Love all ; sacrifice for others
To attain our Heavenly Abode.
Suras worship idols in Temples
Asuras hate it in their temples.
Right or Wrong :both by the Deeds
They inherit the Hell or the Heaven.
Shall not **** !Desire not others wealth!
For all Wealth is of God, the Creator-
So taught but our lust make us killers.
(26/7/2014)
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 8:07 AM UTC
O, dear friends! May I tell
a , tale of Graceful Norse God ?.
Odin or Woden of the Norse Myth
Father of gods and men on Earth
Faced much risk, to help His world
Mimir the God of Knowledge claimed
One of His eyes to share knowledge.
Suffering much studied Woden-
Runes on wood, metal and stone.
Ravens on either side of His shoulder
Fetch the news from far and wide
Thought and memory were two birds
Hugin and Munin they were called.
He got skaldic mead from the Giants
Touch of which makes anyone a poet.
Gracious Odin gave away His skills
To all gods and men of His reign.
Can you be such a heroic leader
To save our sighing Motherland?
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Note:Norse Myth=Mythology of the Scandinavian area. The day of the Woden is Wednesday.
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
ODE TO RIOTERS
The clouds rumble , O! sons of Malice ,hear
The smoke of arson and roar of lies
In the name of God in heaven; to the tune of lords near
Ignorant men , followers of Dionysus fly like flies.
Think ! read ,what the history of man tells
Of fire that Prometheus brought for our happiness
But, ingratitude of satanic forces by spells
Inflame the fire of Ire and burn the huts; brings unhappiness.
Tempters like Hera of Zeus pleasantly smile
Resting in Bars or legislatures , counting votes on computer screen
Echo of slogans on Equality, Fraternity, Liberty from a mile
Makes in social conscience a scathing scene.
The land of Buddha. Abraham Lincoln, prophets of peace all
Sent by God to every race and all clans dull,
Told the people all over to be kind
Loving ,lovable and of service mind.
(2).
O! political crookedness, in struggle for power you tempt
People to compete and hate and conquer
By communal spirit forgetting Divine Spirit and contempt
Religious heads and political aspirants together
Like criminals think and twist the holy ideas, even
They hold holy books in left hand and in right hand gun
And advice disciples to die and **** for heroic heaven
For them, as if death is an easy going fun;
The First Estate of France still as impulses here in world
Reign the countries as rulers of Democracy mocking
And they jointly exploit subjects ; and devotees of the spiritual world,
Misguide men and women by prayers rocking
Hope of Heaven and horror of Hell
Make the people, forget all , and yell
When the villainous leaders signal by baton
The desperados become boys wanton.
(3)
O! devilish War-Lords, do you read Vedic Books?
What they mean ? for you mean? as they tell of God ,the sole Creator
The Creator of you and the “Other” in your hooks.
The Preserver and Destroyer , may not be for you Pharaohs greater,
O! Pharaohs , you don’t cause rain, make the Sun rise
And the greenery, birds and fish flourish .
When the Earth rumbles and tsunami rages you give the price
The rewards of hatred you sowed nourish-
All around ,as chemical war terrorism-a horrible nightmare
But, Epicureans! All are from Him and unto Him all shall return.
Marketing competitions and sale of arms cause the Wars
As history reminds us :none gained but failed to sustain peace;
Still, the blunder of division of people and exploitation stars
Rise , at the West with the dying Sun’s horses and Mars.
Politics and Economics -two horses of Civilization unbridled
Terribly gallop with men on them girdled.
(4)
O! cruel egoistic businessmen ,you globalize immorality
By greed, you trade with fanatics and terrorists,
Spur clashes: Multiculturism versus monoculturism denying plurality
Challenging Eternity; certainty of scientists.
At Saranath,Lord Buddha told disciples on the Middle Path of life
To Torah “The Lord our God , the Lord is One”, so Jesus taught us all
And guided to worship God in” Spirit and truth “ in our life
No other Lord but Allah deserves worship of us all-
Allah is the Light of the Earth, and of the Sky ,O! Lord
God is the Eternal Light to illuminate all ;to be worshiped
Bhagavat Gita says,"The body is the temple of God
In the Spiritual realm : all are from the One ,the worshipped.
God is the only One without birth and death
The Unique unlike the creatures on earth
The Force is called “atma” by Vedas no trade and
Sciences tell: it is Eternal , cannot be made by human hand. .
(5)
O! the ill -taught simpletons , think !why shall we spoil life
in feuds communal or political for the luxury of masters
Suicide never a sacrifice; if at all ,it is beheading of human in life
At the altar of regal, egotist power-mongers.
The Only God is the Seed of all; names may differ by language difference
Holy books use all noble qualities to the name the Supreme Lord
Then, why the sons of that One Lord, in repentance
Think on action : virtue or evil and pray: forgive ,O! Lord
In democracy, we are free to believe the God or not
Still, we can be human by refraining from paining others
Freeing ourselves from communal hatred, the vicious knot
As the political fences encircle us that make us enemies of others.
Stars in the sky and the Sun and the Moon
Are mortal ones from God for our boon.
Let us be men and women loving all , serving all;
Not severing heads; but lead a life ,culturally tall.
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Note:atma=soul.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 12:55 PM UTC
A CANOPY
Under the canopy by my field
of paddy with giggling stream:
I ..
Singing, dreaming and reeling
in thrilling Nature’s pasture ,
live ever darling, O! darling ;
I live ever darling, O! darling .
See..
Glancing around as camera eye
Imprints images so sweet, dear.
of graceful quadrupeds grazing
gliding birds , swinging monkeys
dashing fishes in frothy stream.
Sigh..
At times, why ?... sigh I?
Thy sweet dreams nag, me,
and hoist the faded flags.
Why not pardon, ..methinks
we lived a life of slouch, no ?
Die..
Die or dye.., what in life
prudent ? think, in thick
woods we find tough life
still, Nature nurtures life.
Under the canopy by my field
of paddy with giggling stream:
let us live ,dear, without strife,
and lead a carefree lovely life.
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
On watching Indian Polity
Such was my country twenty-one Summers ago
In a starry night I ,with my wife Prema young
Walked along the road of midnight Mysore slow
As snow veil clad chilling breeze rippled along.
No ****** , drunkard, rowdy, as hyenas did draw
No clique with camera to strip or **** did throng
An auto -driver so friendly took us to a lodge; so
Gladly with son Sudev we enjoyed Dassara song .
Now, in every city , I fancy , Sahasralinga’s attacks
From Bars with bars such barbarians may pounce
As executive dread such law-breakers to punish.
Political aspirants languid sit in and pronounce
In Parliament to protect the culprits from barracks
Deceiving democrats and putting them in anguish.
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Note: Prema: name of wife; Sudev: name of baby(son). Sahasralinga: nickname of Indra /Devendra.(King of Devas who live in luxury. Parliament: the legislative building. Mysore: the city in Karnataka,India former capital of Mysore kings. Dassara:a state festival in Karnataka,
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 6:37 AM UTC
The dizziness shrouds me as fog around a hill
All images fade around as pills in me fill
Duty loaded nurses curse as cries **** the sleep
Poison from planes in plains brings dark sleep.
All along the plains as the Lord of Wars in bars
Sit in fit and guffaw as the savages in wars.
Eat they though human flesh stinging hot blood
Savages won’t **** their children cruel as the flood.
Speaking much of holy Bible and holy Qur’an ,
We speak proudly of Vedic text tells Love to man
Socrates and Plato died ,died Gandhi for the Truth
Even now we keep away from Truth lighted path.
Life around us moves now as victim of the drugs
Hence turn to Right Path , and save us from the crux.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
I love my country: India , but
I hate many of its rulers, as
they speak for the poor and
act for tycoons bellicose, and-
Diversity sighs in armed Unity;
The selfish corrupted in unity
March ahead on graves crafty.
I love my country: India , but
August fifteenth : with freedom,
opened all devilish forces
out of Hell to fell all virtues.
Grim faced Buddha smiles
Like a nuclear Phantom ,his
tears drip on tomb of Peace.
No white dove sits on dome
It bleeds in the lap of Buddha.
If birth is the cause of gloom.
who stops one from bloom?
Dearth of berth clamour for
Death of birth at the womb.
I love my country: India , but
Souls are free on lovely Earth
Lay bodies strain to survive.
A nominal word equanimity
Gushes in landslide infirmity.
Service becomes self –service,
In black ink sleeps Socialism.
Fear Neurosis like King Kamsa
Keeps Liberty behind the bars.
Healthy, wealthy Bharat Matha
Groans in labour room for Santi.
Note: 1). August fifteenth= 15 August 1947 when India became free from Briton. 2).Buddha=Gutham Buddha(Prince Sidhardha) who established Buddhism.3).Kamsa= The mythological character , uncle of Lord Krishna who chained even his sister Devaki out of the fear psychosis. 4),Bharat Matha= Indians consider Bharat/India as their Mother(Matha)-so it is Mother land not Fatherland for them .Santi/Shanti=a Sanskrit word used in Vedas and Upanishads of India which means Peace or Islam.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 10:08 AM UTC
A Thread of Equanimity.
[Note:ref. holy Qur’an(1:4)m holy Bible,John,(4:23-24) and Mundakopanizhad(1:6)]
Ramzan reminds us of holy Qur’an
That tells us to read ; observe, think.
Serve, the needy with sakat , sadaka
Pray only Him ; for He only forgives.
“Iyaka na abudu wa iyaka nasthaieen”
[Only Thou we worship; rely Thou ]-
“Yesha Sarveswara Yesha Sarvagna
Yesho antharyamyesha yooni : sarvasya
Prabhavapyau hi bhoothanam”
[Protector of all, the All-knowing is He
He is The Force , the Seat is He ;
Form Him Emerge all; to Him all go back]
“Twamekam Sarenyam, twamekam varenyam
Twamekamekam jagat karanam”
“Only ,Thou art reliable, noble Thou art
Thou art the only Cause of creations.]
The righteous worship Him in Spirit and-
In Truth ; “God is spirit” ; so says, Jesus.
To every race has sent God Prophets
They only taught to follow the Right Path.
Call it Dharma or Deen you may; call it,
Follow the same path ,:refrain from vices.
Love is the thread of equanimity,
Spun up- by mystic conscience super.
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC