WHO are terrorists???

For Centuries...
They were suppressed..
They were denied food...
They were forced to toil for their masters..
They were cursed by religious dogma...
Their women were not allowed to cover the skin..
Their children were not allowed to learn...

Their cries were not heard by anyone...
Their tears were not seen by anyone...

Now finally..
When they started realising these..
When they started protesting against these....
When they threw stones on their suppressors...
When they took revenge for their centuries old suppressions...

Then..
We called them terrorists..
We called them ........

He..the Indian shepherd..

I don't know what his name is..
Also I don't want to know..
For whom lives are irrelevant..
names don't means anything at all..

He was black in color..
With watery red eyes ..
With a single-buttoned yellow shirt..
..Dancing in the wind,exposing his sun burnt skin...
With an umbrella tied to the shoulder..
..Having more transparency than opaqueness..
With a body stuffed of bulging skeleton...
..Suitable for a medical student for easy experiments...

He was the Indian shepherd...
Whom I found with a lot of sheeps and cows...
Whom I found under that fierce sun..
..Striving to win bread for his mother...
One thing common for him and them (the cows and sheeps)...
...The bulging skeleton through the skin...

I am wondering ..My shepherd,about You...
Do you know you are an Indian...?
..The last one of that 100 crores...
Sorry ..do you know India..?
..the nation stepping up in nuke deals..
..The nation upgrading itself in IT revolutions...
(..Don't worry this is a blood less revolt..)
..The nation spending millions for buying F-16s....
..The nation where companies started marketing oxygen itself...
..The nation where poverty is corporatised...

I know you don't know these..
Also I know you don't want to know..
For whom lives are irrelevant..
knowledge don't means anything at all...

FOR THEM..THE MILLIONS IMPOVERISHED...

I Saw them begging..
they were hungry
I Saw them crying..
they were alone
I Saw them running..
they were hunted...
I Saw them dying..
they were sick
I Saw..
I was their Killer..
Because....
When they begged,I kept my food away from them...
When they cried, I closed by eyes and ears..
When they ran, I threw stones on them..
When they died ,I was there to bury them...

From the middle of madness..

I feel writing is a good way to remove emotional depair..what u think my frnd??..i am very much fed up...Life ..days..hours..moments..passing...i am also moving..wher i dont know..and why..that too i dont know..like one of that strange pilgrims of Marcus...flowing in the flow weightlessly..

...Society told me u r living
for obeying rules ...
...Jesus told me u r living
for attaining heaven...
...Buddha told me u r living
for reaching nirvana....
...Karl Marx told me u r living
for liberating suppressed millions...
..Gandhi told me u r living
for attaining freedom
...Finally....
I told myself u r not living at all..u r dead...

LONELY..IN THE CROWD

LONELY..IN THE CROWD
One month over..
Yesterday I read abt a man..who is alone ....
I remember his words..
Religion is made of the priests,for the priests and by the priests...
Truth..na?

Life...

My life woven in the net
Of that big spider with red eyes
Whom you may call as the "Messiah"
Of this small insect...Me..

Alone in the net my wings are tied..
And I forgot that I can fly..
I saw the life from the net
Of that beautiful butterflies
And I forgot that I can fly..

One day he will come
Along withg a rope and buffallo..
My "Messiah" ..the spider with red eyes..
And take me into him..

And I will go to the unknown..
Where millions of millions already went..
That hell in the spider's stomach..
Into the fire of hunger....

My life..

My frnd....Some times i think my life is a big story..a story overflowing through words..paras..chapters ..and even books..
When i somehow get some free time and start to write..with that old pen which i am carrying from my eigth standard..Only then i came to know that my mind is empty of words...i can't even write a single letter abt me.....
At last...i managed to draw some lines thru that paper..the lines which completed itself to form a circle..A BIG ZERO..that is my life..the sole meaning of my life................