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Apr 2015 · 638
I am a Caliban
PNasarudheen Apr 2015
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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Jul 2014 · 881
Right or Wrong
PNasarudheen Jul 2014
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)
Sura=the divine men,gods etc.Asura-who oppose Sura. Compare Catholic Protestant relation or Sunni -Shia relations or Orthodoxy-radicalist relations.
Sep 2013 · 767
urgent
PNasarudheen Sep 2013
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Sep 2013 · 3.1k
A MODEL HERO
PNasarudheen Sep 2013
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 2013 · 2.7k
ODE TO RIOTERS
PNasarudheen Sep 2013
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 2013 · 1.0k
A Canopy
PNasarudheen Sep 2013
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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Aug 2013 · 1.4k
On Watching my Polity
PNasarudheen Aug 2013
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 2013 · 842
Turn to the Right Path
PNasarudheen Aug 2013
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.
PNasarudheen Aug 2013
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 2013 · 984
A thread of Equanimity
PNasarudheen Aug 2013
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 2013 · 968
Recollections on Chaliyar
PNasarudheen Aug 2013
Recollections on Chaliyar.

In youthfulness was Chaliyar.

As I saw her next , from afar

Amidst the greenery was, she

Dancing in pleated clothes.

In spotlight of the setting sun

In tune the Air that hummed

On rail the wheels trumpeted

Gallery across the river I stood

Watching her”jahiliat” life moves

Lured all by giggle and smile

Ripples, eddies her beauty spots

She was mine I was hers!

Oh! My Chaliyar, recall, whence

We started and parted;

Made our veins venomous.

By-gone are by-gone-

God loves and pardons ;

He is with them that pardons

God won’t hear our prayer

If we keep deaf ear to prayer.

Unrelenting oars push a yacht.

The fume of trade shrouded me

With the smoke of train chocked

Down in water I plunged, yelled

Help, Help Oh! helpless yelp.

THE TIME rippled, wriggled

Coiled around while none

But Allah held me around.

On a delta I lay bare; hence

I write on rights we need.

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Note : Chaliyar is a river in northern Kerala, India, once most polluted.

“Jahiliat’ is an Arabic word means uncultured/impure period in life.

Allah is the name to denote the Almighty Creator that all religions expected to worship.
Jul 2013 · 342
In A Journey
PNasarudheen Jul 2013
A boy of ***** pants  and  shirt
What his eyes longs I know not
But thoughts in mind strained  a lot
As knots of soul he  stretches  great.

Here comes my train along the track one
Passengers  swam as  bees with  queen
To get in sweat  to sit and sleep
Beside  a window  side to peep.

The bleary  eyed  again  before me sat
As  train onward on rail then creaked
That boy  with little drum  up stood
And sang  ; stretching hands for food.

In next compartment children proud
And throw packs of bread out  so rude
Infants from  tracks empty picked up
And put in bag  to eat them up.

The   rails to lead  terminal  same
As  started from starting point  same
My soul and  souls  in creatures cells
Inert but moves all  heavens and hells

We rich or poor born  with  pain know
The hearth  and fire partially  grow.
The Sun in day , the Moon in night
On all they rain Divine profit  .
Jul 2013 · 1.1k
yee go Ego
PNasarudheen Jul 2013
I dare not tell yee  go to Ego
For Ego goes with me only
Narcissist love shrouds , my I
Like kings it stands by sycophants.

Idol of the faithful fanatics
Mislead them from the Truth Eternal
As mirage in desert ,deserts
Creatures seeking drinking water.

Then I leads me astray as wise
Trojan generic  virus attacks
I know I know , the Ego in me
Causes my gradual demise  but
I fail to tell Ego,” shrink,Shrink.”
Jul 2013 · 5.7k
Thoughts on Freedom
PNasarudheen Jul 2013
Think!
In the Past, under clear sky, any could walk
all over Bharat, though an Indian or not so.
The notion of a nation merging petty kingdoms
dimmed the vision of the people of tolerance.
Selfish kings and selfish landlords together
severed India proclaiming "save India", alas!
     In the post independent India, I was born,
walked freely even in the starry night, till 1970s,
enjoyed outing, slept in lodges, snored under trees.
Then came the Emergency, amidst it, against people;
politicians exploited communal thoughts, Delhi burnt,
for votes; created vote banks; nothing learnt from riots;
no merging, but diverging forces hurled us, viciously
forced us to riots-in Gujarat, Assam, Bombay;
panic people run helter -skelter, in Delhi, elsewhere,
in Pune, Bangalore, Poovar or Marad, no exemption.
How lucky were Adi Sankara and Swami Vivekenanda!
The former founded four Mutts at the pulse-points
of Bharat- the latter roamed not in Rome but in India
(the land of saints, temples, home of gods and godly men)
instilling the spirit of nationalism and social reformation.
    But…while dollars roll over the sovereignty of rupees,
as a ****, with drooping eyes among nations -a land
de jure integrated and de facto dissipated and dejected
by linguistic, fiscal and parochial aspirations strutting us on-
we stand.. Who cares? Sitting around the dying culture  
all Jackals, devour and howl as vultures hover around-I shudder
to move along the road, freely breathe; as espionage, tolls
identification cards, to the satisfaction of the jackals,
that create hurdles on my way, materially, spiritually; and
bribe legislature, corrupt executive,  and blur judiciary,
****** growth and progress -even a lively move of nerves.
Independence led us to dependence to MNCs , in fact
from East India Company the baton went to British kings
and Queens; to lobbies of MNCs later it glided wasting
the blood of revolutionary freedom fighters, hurting them.
The Red Fort became the fort for the corrupted blabbers
who roar by constitution breaking the constitution of the polity.
     I don't dream of Lord Krishna dancing on the hood
of Kaliya on the banks of the Kalindi waters-polluted.
How nice to recall the glory of the past with love and toleration
that assimilated all thoughts of human beings in the world
and flowed  for ages through the canopy beside my cave,
than to shudder at every knock, and to brood in my flat gasping!
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Note:1.Gujarat , Assam, Bombai(Mumbai), Pune, Bangalore, Poovar or Marad, :  these are places where riots or blasts occurred in India
Adi Sankara and Swami Vivekenanda!:two sanyasins(monks) of India the Former proponent of Advaita Vedanta Philosopy and the latter preached it disciple of Sri Ramakrishna  and founder of Ramakrishna Mission in Kolkota, India.
four Mutts: the mutts(Seminaries) established by Adi Sankara in Badarinath in the North , Puri in the East. Dwaraka in the West and Sringeri in the South of India to propagate the Vedic philosophy. It also proves the Undivided Indian concept the ancients had .
MNCs:Multi-National Corporations.
Kaliya on the banks of the Kalindi: A very venomous snake representing Power and torture.Lord Krishna danced on the hoods of it and killed it as per the mythology. Kalindi is River Yamuna in India that divides Delhi in to two.
Jul 2013 · 507
soul in Soul
PNasarudheen Jul 2013
1
Like a crane knee deep
Meditating, I thought deep
On Muse’s blessing.
             2
As gold grains sprinkled
Around me at the Centre
Beamed Divine Sun.
              3    
Deeper and  deeper
My breath soft and soft the pulse
Soul with soul merged.
              4
No body nobody
Emerald green passed blue
Bright White God in me.
                5
God Particle saw
See , will see : my Protector
Almighty Creator.
Jun 2013 · 268
A haiku
PNasarudheen Jun 2013
Like a crane knee deep
Meditating, I thought deep
On Muse’s blessing.
Jun 2013 · 725
Let me Thank; a song
PNasarudheen Jun 2013
Let me thank my sweet mom
Daddy, dear Father! thanks.
Is this the world  for fight
To reach at the chairs high?
Three lakh  of sperms in race
Rushed to get a seat
There in the track was I
Who pierced the **** first .
Tests in life test caliber
Force of Lord’s Will that gave.
Tested my strength of nails
On ******* of mom’s breast;
White jasmine five front teeth
Giggled  while mom  snarled.
Kittens and cubs in joy
Test their might in the fight;
Is this the world  for fight
To reach at the chairs high?
Let me thank my sweet mom
Daddy ,dear Father! thanks.
Jun 2013 · 3.1k
Idol Weeps
PNasarudheen Jun 2013
Integration that we clamour for
Disintegration we design for
Unity in Diversity: India’s facet
Diversity , disunity are in closet.

No national spirit acts in rescue;
No co-ordination glares unique.
Vitiated Political Ambitions snarl
At the stranded panicky people.

The Himalayan chill frozen minds
Eat , drink in star bars and mines.
Father of the Nation Gandhiji weeps
At Highway junctions in Idol forms.

Harijans weep , Girijans weep, but
None to keep promises  highly put.
In Legislature Canteen Primary needs
Pitiably  play shadow-dance; no deeds.

Votes and Whiskey stirred black- horses
Rush to mikes in spikes ; roar for votes!.
Illiterate poor and injured minds again
Ink : first- finger for a five year tension !
Gandhiji=Mahatma Gandhi;Harijans=the people of the God(the Marginalized suppressed group.) and Girijans=tribals, Gandhiji called them.Still, we have untouchability in the society.
Jun 2013 · 2.0k
Justice?
PNasarudheen Jun 2013
Justice loves injustice
Doctor loves disease
Foreman  loves damages
Livelihood for  the sages.
I cry for justice bold ,sold
In deaf  ear for years old.
Justice or my lawyer ,unjust
Put off  hearing , file in dust.
Democracy or Bureaucracy
Suffocate in  ugly Autocracy.
Political labour;  unions cruel
Compel  the subjects   crawl.
Equality , freedom, justice
Sweet for poster slogans  
Pay and use  roads  lead us
Pitiably to the island Mess
Of  Fuss , hiss; kiss of miss
As frogs spring over   Bliss.
Jun 2013 · 981
Hegel's Hero in Dream
PNasarudheen Jun 2013
Hegel’s Hero in Dream
Hegel’s Hero appeared with video of heroes
To teach me Ideas and dialectics in society;
I saw there, Lions and Foxes of Machiavelli
Fighting , growling , springing  from bushes.
Aimless Dame Fortune moves  in  history past
Politics of India, snowy, foggy, and shadowy!
Shivering men squat passive keeping “ID card”
As Greek slaves, before the Democratic Lords.
General Will ,as Rousseau says ,forms society,
Nation, Governments based on Ideas extant.
Lords, and the wealthy ruled rudely the ruled
In the past, as history moved  as cruelly as fast.
God’s own Universe sans universal concept
On Peace; builds walls around each groups.
Religions fail to link the parted and parched
People who worship vicious Cain and Mammon .
Marx, Engels , and Mao came with the legions  
Stumbled, humbled and stifled by the Mammons.
Buddha, Christ and the Prophet Mohammad
Told of Love, Grace, Patience and of Pardon
My Lord, why, we fail to wipe tears and fears?
“Sambhavami  yuge yuge” says hazy, Hegel  fades.
parithranaya  sadhunam/ vinasaya cha dushkritham/
dharmmasamsthapanardhaya/sambhavami yuge yuge.
When in India can we expect such a Hero:Kalki,in Kali?
To be trapped, jailed as terrorist protestant, really!
[  Kindly read the poem first , then theses notes.
      Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel (1770-1831), a German philosopher, was a teacher in the tradition of Plato. Rousseau and Bruke.His important book is The Philosophy of History.” Idea is One Big Form”..”The History of the World begins with its general aim-the realization of the Idea of Spirit”. As Nature it is a most deeply hidden, conscious instinct for security of body and property; freedom and justice.]
1. (“The Christian idea that all men   stand as equal  in the sight of God, has had  its political consequences.”Andrew Hacker, Political Theory,p.433).  
2.To Hegel, “The German nations, under the influence of Christianity, were the first to attain the consciousness that man as man , is free”:it is freedom of spirit which constitute its essence, This consciousness arose first in religion, the innermost region of spirit; but to introduce the principle into various relations of the actual world, involves a more extensive problem than its simple implantation; a problem whose solution and application require a severe and lengthened process of culture”.(Political Theory,p.433)
3.“Hero is a builder: of a nation. a political movement, an industrial empire, a new religion”(Political Theory,p.434).(Hero is the World Historical Man)
4.Lord Krishna in Bhagavat Gita tells: parithranaya  sadhunam
                                                                  vinasaya cha dushkritham
                                                                  dharmmasamsthapanardhaya
                                                                   sambhavami yuge yuge” (4:8) To protect the good people, to destroy the evil and establish the righteousness, I,(Lord: Hero) come in to the world. “Panditha sama darshina” Gita,5:18)A Scholar consider all equals. In his speech , Prophet Muhammad(pbh) said in his last speech in Mecca, “There is no difference  between the white and the black people;  no difference between an Arab or a non Arab. The only difference is in piety and knowledge. In the Madina Charter he  signed with the Jews, Christians and other non believers, he assured that all will be treated equals irrespective of their faith or race.
5.Kalki : the expected incarnation of Lord Vishnu by Hindus.  Kali: the wicked age where in virtue is shadowed by vices.
            When I was preparing for a class  for  Da’awa College students on Hegel, I found some similarity in the philosophical level. This inspired me to think on socio -political issues.
Dec 2012 · 777
2013
PNasarudheen Dec 2012
The New year 2013, in trepidation slips faintly;
              head-long in India while it bleeds shockingly. .

The patient Sea awaits its souls rained  rudely.
while somebody blocks their brooks brutally.
Poor parents awaits nurses as patients patiently
for nurses to nurse ere their pulse falls abruptly.
For thirteen days we forgot the feudal FDI fully
Our M.Ps’ empathy poured in media profusely.
“Thirteen” an accursed number mourns lowly
holding high the news of **** or hope crudely
News of corruptions and the corrupted partly
merge or submerge in clamour in vain freely.
The reckless leads a life carefree fearlessly
And they glide in politics scot-free wryly

              Pharaohs wield the  power to save and to ****
              Challenging God’s sole unique authority, still.
              The twinkling starry eyes, of my darling, fill
              In me Calm  Nature’s emerald hope and Will.
Dec 2012 · 4.3k
Oh!Rama
PNasarudheen Dec 2012
Oh! Rama!

Oh! Rama,”reme ithi rama”
(Makes us happy so Rama!)
Here, mourn and sigh Ahalyas
In every atom of rocky hearts
Of India; as Sahasralingas spy.
Ambush, spring on praying preys.
Rushi Gauthams suspicious  curse
In repentance they bless retribution.
Oh! Rama, with your soft feet touch,
Liberate the poor pious chaste Ahalyas,
Sathi, Savitri, Seetha and Panchali,O!
Sultana Raziya, Jhansi Rani ,Indira Gandhi,
Think of their vicissitudes, the path they trod!
  Patriarchy exerts pressure on Matriarchy, O!Mum!
Bharat matha is molested by Kuberas and Mammons.
And her daughters are robbed and ***** ruthlessly, alas!
Oh! Rama,”Dharma Samsthapanardhaya “come with dirge
Of the degenerated culture of Vultures, save thy women folk.
  Make people to think right, to follow right path, to tell true words.
To live in Eeman (Dharma) not to inflict pain to other co-habitants.
Without negative there is no use of  positive, so is woman and man.
They are like protons and electrons to the flux of family life peaceful.
Oh! Rama , teach, Dharmorakshati Rakshita:,”repentance gives retribution
   That will bring peace, progress,  stability, justice and unity; not  “Pax Romana”..
Dec 2012 · 4.7k
Oh!Rama!
PNasarudheen Dec 2012
Oh! Rama!

Oh! Rama,”reme ithi rama”
(Makes us happy so Rama!)
Here, mourn and sigh Ahalyas
In every atom of rocky hearts
Of India; as Sahasralingas spy.
Ambush, spring on praying preys.
Rushi Gauthams suspicious  curse
In repentance they bless retribution.
Oh! Rama, with your soft feet touch,
Liberate the poor pious chaste Ahalyas,
Sathi, Savitri, Seetha and Panchali,O!
Sultana Raziya, Jhansi Rani ,Indira Gandhi,
Think of their vicissitudes, the path they tread!
  Patriarchy exerts pressure on Matriarchy, O!Mum!
Bharat matha is molested by Kuberas and Mamons.
And her daughters are robbed and ***** ruthlessly, alas!
Oh! Rama,”Dharma Samsthanardhaya “come with dirge
Of the degenerated culture of Vultures, save thy women folk.
  Make people to think right, to follow right path, to tell true words.
To live in Eeman (Dharma) not to inflict pain to other co-habitants.
Without negative there is no use of  positive, so is woman and man.
They are like protons and electrons to the flux of family life peaceful.
Oh! Rama , teach, Dharmorakshati Rakshita:,”repentance gives retribution
   That will bring peace, progress,  stability, justice and unity; not  Pax Romana
Nov 2012 · 4.1k
My Crisis
PNasarudheen Nov 2012
In the Past, under clear sky, any could walk
all over Bharat, though an Indian or not so.
The notion of a nation merging petty kingdoms
dimmed the vision of the people of tolerance.
Selfish kings and selfish landlords together
severed India proclaiming “save India”, alas!
     In the post independent India, I was born,
walked freely even in the starry night, till 1970s,
enjoyed outing, slept in lodges, snored under trees.
Then came the Emergency, amidst it ,against people;
politicians exploited communal thoughts, Delhi burnt,
for votes; created vote banks; nothing learnt from riots;
no merging, but diverging forces hurled us, viciously
forced us to riots-in Gujarat ,Assam, Bombay;
panic people run helter -skelter, in Delhi, elsewhere,
in Pune,Bangalore ,Poovar or Marad ,no exemption.
How lucky were Adi Sankara and Swami Vivekenanda!
The former founded four Mutts at the pulse-points
of Bharat- the latter roamed not in Rome but in India
(the land of saints, temples, home of gods and godly men)
instilling the spirit of nationalism and social reformation.
    But…while dollars roll over the sovereignty of rupees,
as a **** ,with drooping eyes among nations -a land
de jure integrated and de facto dissipated and dejected
by linguistic ,fiscal and parochial aspirations strutting us on-
we stand.. Who cares? Sitting around the dying culture  
all Jackals, devour and howl as vultures hover around-I shudder
to move along the road, freely breathe; as espionage, tolls
identification cards, to the satisfaction of the jackals,
that create hurdles on my way, materially, spiritually; and
bribe legislature, corrupt executive,  and blur judiciary,
****** growth and progress -even a lively move of nerves.
Independence led us to dependence to MNCs  ,in fact
from East India Company the baton went to British kings
and Queens; to lobbies of MNCs later it glided wasting
the blood of revolutionary freedom fighters, hurting them.
The Red Fort became the fort for the corrupted blabbers
who roar by constitution breaking the constitution of the polity.
     I don’t dream of Lord Krishna dancing on the hood
of Kaliya on the banks of the Kalindi waters-polluted.
How nice to recall the glory of the past with love and toleration
that assimilated all thoughts of human beings in the world
and flowed  for ages through the canopy beside my cave ,
than to shudder at every knock, and to brood in my flat gasping!
…………………………………………………………………….
Sep 2012 · 1.2k
Shadow Dance
PNasarudheen Sep 2012
Shadow Dance



Before power licentious

Loquacious tongue blabs

Speak Economists misty

As Economy wanes drifty

Power of money and muscle

Make the poor's fossils.

On which the tycoons fly

Flags of success gleefully.

Intuitive India in illusion

Delusion and hallucination

Dances as shadow, as nation's

Desperados' fusion-music sounds.

The meek by caprice paints

Bleak future of great pains

Some swarm, warmly swear

Behind PM, calm, the pied piper!
Sep 2012 · 1.1k
I cannot cry
PNasarudheen Sep 2012
I can not cry; but try to alter the faulty
System  unjust; exploitative, crafty.
Not by guns or bombs; but by words
Sharper to pierce the heart of  lords..

Oh! In oil India boils, by brothers‘  plan,
As chicken- in the political, luxury-pan
While the fans of selfish Capitalism fan
The gas ,Cylinders gasp violently, man!

Inflation by salary hike conflagrates
As corruption fumes out choking rates
At the wading helpless, hopeless voters
By fiscal magic masquerades of looters.

In surging words as mirage in deserts
They drag us through the slums -concerts
To vote, to enthrone them with whips of laws
Supported by the ambitious callous fellows

But, I hear the giggling behind the curtain
As silhouettes  briskly move  for certain.
No more sobbing ,dear ,in our  tribulation
But opt ,no more sale of votes  in election.
.
Sep 2012 · 1.1k
I cannot cry
PNasarudheen Sep 2012
I can not cry; but try to alter the faulty
System  unjust; exploitative, crafty.
Not by guns or bombs; but by words
Sharper to pierce the heart of  lords..

Oh! In oil India boils, by brothers‘  plan,
As chicken- in the political, luxury-pan
While the fans of selfish Capitalism fan
The gas ,Cylinders gasp violently, man!

Inflation by salary hike conflagrates
As corruption fumes out choking rates
At the wading helpless, hopeless voters
By fiscal magic masquerades of looters.

In surging words as mirage in deserts
They drag us through the slums -concerts
To vote, to enthrone them with whips of laws
Supported by the ambitious callous fellows

But, I hear the giggling behind the curtain
As silhouettes  briskly move  for certain.
No more sobbing ,dear ,in our  tribulation
But opt ,no more sale of votes  in election.
.
Sep 2012 · 3.9k
Whose India?
PNasarudheen Sep 2012
Freedom to Think!
In the Past, under clear sky, any could walk
all over Bharat, though an Indian or not so.
The notion of a nation merging petty kingdoms
dimmed the vision of the people of tolerance.
Selfish kings and selfish landlords together
severed India proclaiming “save India”, alas!
     In the post independent India, I was born,
walked freely even in the starry night, till 1970s,
enjoyed outing, slept in lodges, snored under trees.
Then came the Emergency, amidst it ,against people;
politicians exploited communal thoughts, Delhi burnt,
for votes; created vote banks; nothing learnt from riots;
no merging, but diverging forces hurled us, viciously          
forced us to riots-in Gujarat ,Assam, Bombay;
panic people run helter -skelter, in Delhi, elsewhere,
in Pune,Bangalore ,Poovar or Marad ,no exemption.
How lucky were Adi Sankara and Swami Vivekenanda!
The former founded four Mutts at the pulse-points
of Bharat- the latter roamed not in Rome but in India
(the land of saints, temples, home of gods and godly men)
instilling the spirit of nationalism and social reformation.
    But…while dollars roll over the sovereignty of rupees,
as a **** ,with drooping eyes among nations -a land
de jure integrated and de facto dissipated and dejected
by linguistic ,fiscal and parochial aspirations strutting us on-
we stand.. Who cares? Sitting around the dying culture
all Jackals, devour and howl as vultures hover around-I shudder
to move along the road, freely breathe; as espionage, tolls
identification cards, to the satisfaction of the jackals,
that create hurdles on my way, materially, spiritually; and
bribe legislature, corrupt executive,  and blur judiciary,
****** growth and progress -even a lively move of nerves.
Independence led us to dependence to MNCs  ,in fact
from East India Company the baton went to British kings
and Queens; to lobbies of MNCs later it glided wasting
the blood of revolutionary freedom fighters, hurting them.
The Red Fort became the fort for the corrupted blabbers
who roar by constitution breaking the constitution of the polity.
     I don’t dream of Lord Krishna dancing on the hood
of Kaliya on the banks of the Kalindi waters-polluted.
How nice to recall the glory of the past with love and toleration
that assimilated all thoughts of human beings in the world
and flowed  for ages through the canopy beside my cave ,
than to shudder at every knock, and to brood in my flat gasping!
……………………………………………………………………
Sep 2012 · 5.3k
Onam Reminds
PNasarudheen Sep 2012
Onam Reminds



Onam reminds me of the venomous mind

That overthrew  a just ,kind king ,unkind

Aryan imperialism subjugating the Dravid

The white over the black , dark apartheid



Justice of the black is unjust for the white

A matter of jealousy, dissatisfaction and fight.

For the British, Indians were raw to be refined

As Allopaths frown upon Ayurvedics  as bad.



But, what is the truth? think of the covered past

Weigh evidences: from history, literature and art

Of all non-whites; really, they were and are super

In many respects, hence, awake from your stupor.



India shall not be a kite of any ruler outside

No race is Blessed to override anyone beside;

Almighty considers all equals - by their deeds

It is That, that fosters all by weighing our deeds.



When greed of man rudely jeopardizes the Nature

Nature jeopardizes human life, making a fracture.

Torrential rain or draught is a positive measure

Applied by It on earth (as earth-quake) to treasure.



Man like Vamana  tries to grow and measure the earth

Other planets ,heaven or hell to exploit Nature’s wealth

As Jehovah ,the Almighty, Brahma, or Allah, the Cause

Of that Pulsation is everywhere, beware man! and pause!
Sep 2012 · 4.0k
Freedom to Think
PNasarudheen Sep 2012
Freedom At Kannyakumari
“The destiny of India is molded in her class-rooms”
Kothari had no confusion; no vision on the fusion-
of the East and the West, as Swami Vivekananda’s vision,
“The comingling of the East and the West will dawn a new Era”.
As tissue culture, transplantation or cloning
we Indians imbibe the Western Culture;
or  as G.M cotton  or brinjals,or tomato
Indians are produced, transmuted
destroying the very indigenous genus for material growth.
Ayurveda is preserved not in Sanskrit but in English letters, now !
Followers of Lord Maccaulay as obedient servants,
by experiments,bring up Indians only in blood and colour-
in every other respects-Europeans
(using imperialist - capitalist media);
poor sycophants ,for a visa,
the Indians: now , turn to the West for light,
leaving the bright light under the Urn;
cry for a way of progress, safety and food;
and beg:once self reliant nations as cells  of a body
No retrospection or introspection,
only putrefaction, hence , no resurrection.
On August 15th  ,at Kannyakumari beach , beside me,
a bare body of a woman(my sister?) lay asleep;
I witnessed at the starry cold mid-night:
the surging sea spitting frothing snow
upon the black rocky *******
protruded, greasy, mossy. bare but fair ,
ever young at the feet of Bharat-matha.
Wet in the salty breeze , from the foul smell of  death,
I walked and walked searching shelter,
but no room for a single son with meagre wealth.
The tourism net -workers with the thirst of mosquitoes
hummed around me  with highly rented room offer-
source of  tourism exploitation- I bargained,
till, morning red balloon rose up in the Eastern horizon
cleaving the vapours of the sea,
when , thousand tongues chanted Gayathri;
then , the locals thronged around the woman on the shore;
somebody among them, staring blear eyed
as the police jeep and the ambulance arrived , bewailed
“O! Gayathri, my darling, O! Gayathri…”  Unsoothed.
The chanting and the yelling dissolved in the breeze
that passed by the Vivekananda rock, afar, south
May 2012 · 1.0k
Don't cry?
PNasarudheen May 2012
Don't cry,cry the poor Indians
Don't ask,ask anything,for
You will be certainly hand-cuffed, and
Then, put in jail,put in jail.
Planned by ill-will misled we are
Misruled,oh! friend patriotic.
Cricket is rickets on nation's body
Youth is illusioned to spoil India.
Let Lord Krishna dance again upon
Hoods of snakes polluting life source.
Not our vote for note-bundles
Vote for chosen future splendid.
May 2012 · 1.8k
Women are foes of Women
PNasarudheen May 2012
Benevolent Krishna blessed
Gandhari saw the dead.
Shattered stingy bodies lay
Scattered, smeared with blood.
Oh! Krishna! You are the cause
Cause of all these loss”
Sobbing Gandhari babbled, but
Krishna stood- mute and smiling
Krishna was duty conscious
What Gamdhari failed to do.
Neither a good other was nor a queen
Inpartial , she stood for justice.
Audacious Duriyodhana was brought up,
Reckless Dussasana belittled Panchali;
But ,Gandhari remained blind and dumb.
As our modernist mummy does
Justified her sons  ‘nd blamed others rude.
Test-tube babies and Hostel wards
Grow up sans love in them.
Crying  mummy cry thy lot; else…
Properly, morally, foster thy progeny.
Gandhari doomed the life of Panchali
Woman are foes of women-folk
No law can save, unless themselves
Do their destined duty fairly.
(A poem based on MahaBharatha story.)
May 2012 · 864
Oh! Indians! - a sonnet
PNasarudheen May 2012
Oh! Indians!
In this land of Harischandra, India,
The wheel of life moves indifferent
Why this indolence, seek the media
Come to inferences sadly different.

Pre-independent great leaders sacrificed
Disinterested in material benefits; they
Rooted in struggle for freedom, though crucified
The dripping blood stirred their spirit gay.

But, now the blood and the spirit are diluted
Generations of ingratitude grow up lazy.
Sans sense of history, love and being looted
Whereto we move, Oh! Indians! on way greasy.

Awake brothers think why we are betrayed
Like a hound chased sheep we are strayed.
Apr 2012 · 1.3k
vishu
PNasarudheen Apr 2012
"Mesha" first is Vishu day
by beaming Sun makes it fine.
The Sun,the earth and the Zodiac
by revolution for evolution.
Summer, Winter, Spring, waw!
And Autumn path stones along
on orbits are the dots created
by the Almighty, God the Lord, dear.
Let's wish happy Vishu
to all creatures as well
do what in power as service
to the needy as the speedy Sun.
Mar 2012 · 911
Smile a Simile
PNasarudheen Mar 2012
Smile a Simile!



Let's

reach,

catch each,

teach:

to give,

to smile a simile,

to love;

in course

of course as Cause

of life-course.
Mar 2012 · 1.2k
How can I express?
PNasarudheen Mar 2012
In VANCHINADU EXPRESS
By the window I sat with stress.
Munching by the dust-bin sat a mouse.
Disturbed soul in mouse-trap-inn
Though dismayed senses beamed in shells trio-
The encircling walls that make three koshas-
Annamaya of metals and minerals
As the shell of eggs form; form the body.
Manomaya of thought-waves is magnetic field active;
As prana vibrates in its shell pranamaya kosha
Dead engine whistled abrupt;
On the rails the train swaying moved
Vanchinadu express swaying moved.
How can I express  its  pressing stress?
In dress  is my body ; in body my spirit: the soul,
Under  pressure of crowd and crowding thoughts.
Smoke clouds of the engine chocked me, shook me.
How can I express this pressing stress?
The stress of balloons soaring high up
Of surging waves and volcanoes live
How..how can…how can I express?
Am I not one, one among them?
Oh!  Calm mouse, you too not ?
How-
Express?
X Y press?-
Progress?
Regress?
Elite-
Soul's
Senses-
How I express?
Note: 1. Annamaya kosha= shell of body;manomaya kosha= shell of mind;pranamaya kosha=shell of soul/nucleus.
          2. X and y are chromosomes
          3. Vanchinadu express is  the express train servicing from Ernakulam  to Thiruvanamthapuram
Feb 2012 · 508
Why this horn?
PNasarudheen Feb 2012
At the coast I found the cost

Of life, death and of path

With wrath, burning hearth

Soft rhythm of heart.


Clinging drops at fingers

Salty were they; not the sea

As the product is not Producer

Realized: soul is not the Soul.


Cause is not the result born

Son is not the Father though

Chain of DNA links them so

Saw I so, hence this horn.
PNasarudheen Feb 2012
Mary plants stems of roses
Happy is her sensuous senses.
Rosy roses reddish ,yellow
Dribbling dews on petals glow.
Sandy was her piece of land ,still
Mixing humus made she fertile.
Grow up mango, cashew trees now
Hellish heat around falls low.
All the birdies, human beings with
Rolling breeze’s blessing grew forth.
Nurture Nature for our future
Save our culture agriculture.
Greenery is her granary giving
Honey, money, feeling pleasing.
Waves on beaches softly recede
Crawling ripples crippling proceed.
Do you know? lives here sustain
Only through eternal restrain.
Gain for all lies where interactions
Divine hold our honest actions
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Dec 2011 · 1.7k
New Year
PNasarudheen Dec 2011
Oh..,Ah, Wooo...Woe, Waw.
New Year creeps from dark Old
Emerging fears smear around
Wet, sweating  the poor hold
Yelling hounds in wild field
Expectations bloom red to dry
Amidst the Constitutional cry
Really,moves on coins' rail
2012's Capital West-ward frail.

A panic Year or frolic Year near,
Be it Happy to all my dear.
Dec 2011 · 1.6k
LOVE IS NOT LUST
PNasarudheen Dec 2011
Love thou mind love and love
For,love is the binding Will of God.
Dip thy nib in live and gently draw
Draw sweet,sweet scenes around.

Honour blush as Ego's Pride
Upon thy cheeks flash rosy.
Body ******,hinges shake,Oh! Lord!
As emotional volcanoes erupt lava of anger.

Creator interlace creatues to depend
Hence,repent on,own-made calamities.
Love! give and take  as much as you need-
Only that much you need not be greedy.

Lust is  rust of love a desert fruit.
Being deserted,I once ran and ran
Searching mirage of human- love
With Tsunamis in eyes 'nd feeble feet.

Love is not selfish lust:
It is candle light for service.
Light:brightening darkened corners
Shows  us: all are creatures equal.

As we do violate the Nature's Laws
Laws of Nature will violate ours.
Walls will be demolished,Hills and valleys
Ploughed with thunder and quakes.

Love,thou, mind! love and  love
For, Love is  the binding Will of God.
Dec 2011 · 1.9k
Brooding at Ramzan
PNasarudheen Dec 2011
WHAT is a Hindu, a Moslem or a Christian?
    Whence he comes and where he goes?
  
     Ocean is a solution, salty, but-
     Corers of Suns gleam on the crest of waves-
     One, only One at the helm in the blue.
    
     Pools and streams and lakes and bays
     Wells and springs and rain and ice
     We see nothing but a drop, in them drops
     Nay, vapor condensed: Nay, H2O-right?
     Think a little straight, sit up aright
      Am I not right? -break, break that H2O
     Baffling bright white-light you can see.
    Of heat and Energy, Oh! 'Sivam'!
    You may call it 'Noor' in Arabic
    'Siv' in Sanskrit-what then-
    Releases combustion in cells?
   Nothing but very heat and Energy.
   Uranium and Thorium release the same.
   We find Energy unborn eternal
    Omnipresent, Omnipotent
   Omniscient, and Formless.
   The Almighty is Brahma,
   Paramatma and Allah.
   Jehovah may be for some,
   For some Agni, may be that-
   Radiant and resplendent Yogic Light.
   Cant you see Ocean in rain drop
   Cosmic power in a cell or shell?
   Cell or Shell-what is in a name?
   Is chariot, coat or prison of the soul.
   When walls get weak the soul will part
   Out through the vent as air off the balloon.
   Reading Holy Scriptures, not knowing the sense-
  What use? -observe the Nature and think
  Knowledge is a chain of fact as pearls
  Stringed by Reason and Faith with a Coir of the Truth.
  Tension brews as experiences tightly
   Loaded on the string, still stronger by Faith.
  Knowledge is light to enlighten the folk
  Not to ****, but for, co-existence in Peace.
                 =================
Siv(sanskrit)=light=Noor(Arabic)
Dec 2011 · 1.0k
A Water-lilly To Lotus.
PNasarudheen Dec 2011
Don't fade lotus! sad though
Sun may come and Sun may go
By the Will of Father we float.
Bloom with fragrance,our lot.
We are for beings born.
Let them gladly pass ,though torn.
Come they with cares to cross.
Let them to safe abode,cross.
Let us be firm on ripples or waves,
Gladly,please the passing slaves.
Dec 2011 · 908
Woe of Man
PNasarudheen Dec 2011
Oh,woman! My lady!  
Sobbed Adam groaned
Eve sobbed and sighed
The sins of disobedience
Since then,with sobs,sighs
Resonate unreasonably
Around me,man!woman!
O!Lord!unload,the load.

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