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Drab Sep 13
I don’t mean to point fingers.
Philosophy is great.
But some people take it too far.
The love in their hearts breeds fate………..

nuhm-uh-stay
The clock is still there in the wall
But no-body is there in the room
to see whether it's hands move.

What good of knowing the exact time
When none has time
The ryhms of our child-hood, we had left
in the green-field decades before.

Now, he keeps peeping into the world through the glass of his mobile phone and
As you know,
the world is too big to see in a life.

So, he has no time to see the ancient wall
or the clock fixed to it
But still the clock moves with passage of time
Like those ryhms of our tongues
Still playing in the green --
Days to months and months to years --
Like the clock in the wall or
the wall with the clock.
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September, the 8th' 2024
Hengrabari, Guwahati, Assam, India 781036
In the quiet thread of Rakhi's grace,  
Lies a bond no time can erase.  
A promise wrapped in silk so pure,  
Of love that forever will endure.

Beyond the playful jests and cheers,  
There’s a truth that whispers through the years.  
Life teaches, in its gentle way,  
That bonds of heart can never fray.

A sister’s strength, a brother’s shield,  
In life’s great battle, neither yield.  
For in this bond, we truly find,  
The lessons that reshape the mind.

When storms of life come raging through,  
It’s love that guides, it’s love that’s true.  
And like the Rakhi, strong yet thin,  
It’s the simple things that let us win.

So cherish every thread you weave,  
In bonds of love, choose to believe.  
For Raksha Bandhan’s silent art,  
Is life's lesson: protect the heart.
Written on occasion of Raksha Bandhan or Rakhi .. for those who don't know .. Raksha Bandhan is a traditional Indian festival where sisters tie a decorated thread called a "Rakhi" around their brothers' wrists, symbolizing protection and love. In return, brothers promise to protect and cherish their sisters. It’s a day that blends playful sibling rivalry with deep familial bonds. While it started as a brother-sister tradition, it's evolved to include anyone you care for, celebrating the idea of safeguarding each other. Essentially, it’s a day where love and obligation intersect with a dash of cultural flair.
Zywa May 15
India is much

more than chaos: through and through --


logical chaos.
Novel "Shalimar the Clown" (2005, Salman Rushdie), chapter India - 'India is chaos making sense'
Àŧùl May 9
People are not nice,
They can dishearten you,
But don't be like mice.

Let me tell you a story,
My story of victory,
It's after the accident.

When I was in the ICU,
Thought I won't be consequential,
But I disappointed them.

This young man is alive,
An ex-SBI PO, now a DRAAO,
Oh I worked hard for it.

Did not I, oh life,
I don't play the fife,
You know, right?

Now I talk to you,
Yes, you, the dejected one,
Now I ask you this:

Being a survivor,
If I can be successful,
Why cannot you?
Life-Threatening Coma-Inducing Bike Accident: May 7, 2010
Awoke From The Comatose State: June 1, 2010
Discharged From The Hospital: June 18, 2010
Lost academic time: 5 years
Lost physical capabilities: Can't play my guitar as nicely as I used to, stammer at times, limp a bit, difficulty in balancing myself, memory problems

But I didn't give up on life. I knew that I can do it.

People who saw my mangled state in the ICU and HDU, they suggested my parents to look after me for the rest of their lives. They suggested my parents to get me enrolled in an easier vocational course to weave baskets or sell newspapers.
They disheartened my mother, who in turn thought that I could not do what others can.
But my father always has had full faith in my capabilities and capacities.
I not only completed my Bachelor of Technology degree in Biotechnology from the Maharishi Dayanand University, Rohtak, but also I went on to complete a postgraduate degree (M.Tech) in Animal Biotechnology from the ICAR-National Dairy Research Institute, Karnal.

And now I have done it.

Professional Success 1 (SBI PO): July 4, 2023
Professional Success 2 (C&AG AAuO): March 12, 2024

My HP Poem #1968
©Atul Kaushal
Zywa Apr 25
Any overworld

is a palimpsest over --


a scraped underworld.
Novel "The Moor's Last Sigh" (1995, Salman Rushdie), chapters Spices from Malabar, (2-) 11 and The Moor's Last Sigh, (4-) 19

Collection "Low gear"
Zywa Apr 23
Mass of supporters

times corruption-degree squared --


makes a dynasty.
Novel "The Moor's Last Sigh" (1995, Salman Rushdie), chapter (2-) 15

Bharat's (India's) variation of E=mc2 (Energy = mass * lightspeed square) is: D=mc2 (Dynasty = mass-of-supporters * corruption square)

Collection "Low gear"
Zywa Apr 5
Cities put their faith

in citizens, villages --


put their faith in god.
Novel "The Moor's Last Sigh" (1995, Salman Rushdie), chapter A house divided, (1-) 4

Collection "Low gear"
Rama Krsna Jan 21
rising
from an ocean of obsidian blue
i spy consciousness,
blazing brighter than a billion suns,
fine tuning all it touches.

the blue god is neither awake
nor in slumber
but in a meditative trance.
in his effervescent presence
time turns to ice,
as an orange-lotus blooms
deep within me.

© 2024
Ashwin Kumar Dec 2023
India is our country
And we are told
It's a great country
However, I beg to differ
Rather, we are sold
The idea of an utopian nation
A country with a myriad variety of cultures
Races, religions and languages
United by a common feeling of brotherhood
However, look beneath the hood
And the idea implodes spectacularly
Crumbling in a heap
Instead, emergeth a divide so deep
That it can be bested not
Even by the mighty Pacific Ocean
Truth be told, we are but a Hindu nation
In all but name
Instead, we put the blame
For all our evils
On the British, one day
And the Mughals, the very next day
While more and more blood spills
In the name of religion and caste
How long will this last?

India is our country
And as per the Constitution
All Indians are our brothers and sisters
However, if you use your imagination
Understand, you will
That this is just a facade
Designed to protect our international image
As you turn page after page
Of our so-called glorious history
Emergeth the true picture
A land comprising thousands of castes
Fighting each other since the beginning of time
Something that would put to shame
Even the fickle-minded Romans
During the reign of Julius Caesar
We Indians are indeed pathetic humans
Falling like nine pins
At the slightest hint of pressure
While boasting about past wins
That no longer matter

India is our country
And a time there was
When, a proud Indian I was
However, passed have light years, since then
Oppressed, have been our women
More so, those who are underprivileged
Brahmins, were the rapists of Bilkis Bano
And hence, did they go unpunished
Meanwhile, ***** by the Indian Army
Are the women of Kashmir and the North Eastern states
For which, not a single mainstream feminist bothers to show even the slightest sign of empathy
Something that truly makes my blood boil
Even as hundreds of wrongdoers get bail
Because, our justice system is an epic fail
On the other hand, you have innocent people
Languishing in jail for ages
Because nobody bothers to turn the pages
Of the Constitution of India

Yes, India is our country indeed
But patriots we are, no longer
Because, ultimately, humanity is stronger
A field where India can never take the lead
Yes, Indians we are
However, humans we are first
A poem exposing the true reality of India as a country.
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