Innocent Anarchist, Ashok aatreya [rom com books to read .TXT] 📗

would resolve ‘’outstanding issues’’
And like that talks… talks and talks work… work and no work
Become a process of conciliations not conclusions
From time immortal these round table tricks help in reaching no solution
Only nausea tic notions futile fracas boring boomerangs
Only sugar coated or foul- mouthed words register as chartered language
And then definitely we feel ourselves free forced to fuck the constitution judiciary
Parliament Executive Press and are declared in one word…Terrorists

My dear friend world is not that simple and good as it looks in globe
Or so beautiful from space
Things and situations are really formidable
The water is gone very deep and disappeared
The sky is wounded
The air polluted
The sun the source of all energy is sick like an old man
And we too busy in conferencing theorizing and other ‘Herculean’ tasks


Unfortunately we are not living on land but on map
Unfortunately what we call ‘it’ as constitution is but a simple scrap-book
Unfortunately what we oath as preamble is nothing but a cry of a corpse
Unfortunately what we speak or hear as our fundamental right is a cacophony
Unfortunately what we eat drink smell touch is an attempt of suicide or honor killing
Unfortunately we say we live but we exist only


We know our prayers and poems all cornered
No bliss no safety no assurance no faith no appeal no commitment no wonder
The gods’ one to all left the place or gone far away defeated or forgotten
The Rudra without herds the Lokpal without kings and knights
The Skand and Visakh without Commanders and chiefs
The Vishnu the Vasu the Indra without gods and goddesses
The Ganpati the Vishwakararma without leaders and architects of the Universe
And the deities representing all were slaughtered and raped by the swords of fanatics

You know it I know it we all know it that
Our hills have been sleeping like ‘Kumbhakarna’
Our forests encroached and looted by men and not by Demons
Our lands becoming future burial grounds of humanity
The fire extinguished
The earth becoming odorless
The water the hapless victim of exploitation
The sun inglorious the air scuffling light gods screwed-up looked real ogre
Crusading wars against ‘their’ people
And in this chaos
No place to live or to die peacefully

Oh my mother my son my daughter my wife my comrade
Why you all were not aware of all this
Still singing songs in admiration

Perhaps you still wait for the judgment day
Still believing in the stories of the fish-incarnation
Still assured that the lord Shiva would appear again to kill Andhak
To bring peace on earth
The Ganges would free sons of Sagar from the curse
The Bhagirath would come forward to take the lead
And life would revive and retreat

So like all human creatures you believe in truth
And say the truth is beyond and beyond
And cannot be achieved in one stroke
It is beyond the limbs of body and mind
Are you not innocently anarchists…?
Adoring eternal Vedas Bible or Koran
Proudly singing ‘JAN GAN MAN

After all
For whom?
WHO RUIN YOU !!
Sorry my dear sorry…!!!


The End

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Publication Date: 08-05-2010

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Dedication:
"In memory of my Mother"