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Kristjan Knall
Fuck Berlin
A Not-Guide
- Travel
- English
- 76795 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 54
I am really sorry you live in Grimsby, the banlieue of Lyon, Podgorica or some other bumfuck nowhere. Which, at least from here in Berlin, is pretty much anywhere in the world. But guess what, Berlin is not a single fuck better. Actually, it's a shithole of epic proportions. Don't believe the hype, or you are going to be the fuckwit of the month. You won't earn money here, you won't have fun, in spite of the tons of drugs you will be taking, you will not meet your partner, soul-companion, no real friends, or even people who won't fuck you over at any given opportunity. You will be left as a bloated, syringe mark riddled corpse on the sidewalk best ignored, but most likely be pissed on by Berliners. And they won't even be drunk.
Now, don't get me wrong. This is not another racist pamphlet. They usually don't work out well in Germany. If anything, it's racist against Germans, and specifically, against Berliners. Thinking is the most unhealthy disease in the world, and people die of it just as they die of any disease. Luckily, in Berlin at any rate, thought is not catching. The fact is, they are the scum of the earth. If you stay here long enough, you will be too. 12 years, to be exact, and in Germany everything is exact. The reason? Don’t ask, you traitorous pig. Just follow orders.
How it got that way, is a bit of a mystery. An ugly, chaotic, but at times absurdly funny mystery. So, if there's any way you can be diverted from coming here, or at least don't want to fall that hard, read on and see what an admitted asshole Berliner has to say. What’s more, do you hate guide books? Good, because they are shit, unless you want to cue for hours at a fucking museum with thousands of people. Why is it that we always go to exhibitions, museums, historic sites and other crap that we wouldn’t even give a firstt glance at home? Because we are bored, we don’t know what to do, and where. So here is all the info you need to go to the dark corners, enjoy abject eccentricity, and get smashed like there is no tomorrow.
I’ve written a shitload of books about Berlin and way too often stammering twats come along and ask for an English version, while getting his purse nicked by a friend of mine. Don’t you get insulted enough? So, yeah, as we’re all so fucking international, here you have it, all unfiltered, all way too real. Oh, and be prepared to lose all your cushy illusions through vicious thoughts and obscenely strong language, you whiny little cunt.
Warum also soll man sich mit einem weiteren dieser Autoren treffen? Zumal der Verlag auch nochselbst davor warnt.“
- Der Tagesspiegel, 19.3.2013.
„Fast durchgängige Meinung: Kristjan Knall hat einen Knall.“
- Berliner Kurier, 19.2.2013
„Vieles an Knalls Beschreibungen ist maßlos übertrieben und landet oft unter der Gürtelline.“
- Berliner Morgenpost, 24.3.16.
„Dass er in der Verkleidung wie eine jüngere Ausgabe von Helge Schneider wirkt, war ihm nicht bewusst, ist ihm aber recht.“
- Süddeutsche Zeitung, 28.11.14
„Im Online-Auftritt des Berliner Kuriers hinterlässt ein Leser am 18. Februar in der Kommentarspalte hinter dem Bericht über die Flaggenverbrennung folgende Nachricht: „Für den Vogel sollten wir Berliner sammeln, um ihm ein Ticket nach Russland zu spendieren, am besten dorthin, wo der Meteorit runtergekommen ist. Oder an die Elfenbeinküste, da kann er ja dann die Menschen weiter beleidigen. Mal sehen, was die dann mit ihm machen.“
- Cicero, 20.6.2013
Weiteres vom Meister des Abfucks:
Berlin zum Abkacken. Eulenspiegel, 2013111 Gründe Berlin zu hassen. Schwarzkopf, 2016
Stoppt die Klugscheißer!. Eulenspiegel, 2013
Europa ist geil, nur hier nicht. Eulenspiegel 2014
Edition Umsonst:
Fuck Berlin - A Not-Guide, 2022
Wir Lügner – wie Google uns uns entlarvt, Bookrix, 2017
Als Mehmet Yildiz: Neukölln, ein Frontbericht. Bookrix, 2017
IS-Idioten – was mal gesagt werden muss, Bookrix, 2017
Hassfick - Pick-Up Artists, Tinder, Liebe und Hass. Bookrix, 2016
Land ohne Eigenschaften - Eine Reise durch Dunkeldeutschland. Bookrix, 2016
Berliner Armee Fraktion - Der Kampf beginnt. Bookrix, 2016
Fuck Trump - Sind die Amis wirklich so bescheuert? Bookrix, 2015
Fake News – Zu schräg, um wahr zu sein?, Bookrix, 2015
Shitstorm - Der letzte Thriller. Bookrix, 2015
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Keywords: Berlin, fuck, travel, art, punk, gender, kreuzberg, neukölln, tourist, club, bar, reise, döner, hostel, hotel, berghain, nazi, westberlin, drogen, festival, mafia, alkohol, esoterik, hispter, cafe, craft, kunst, satire, freidrichshain, mitte, wedding, schöneberg [more]
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Isioma Jemimah Okonicha
1001 Stories Of Greatness, Series 2
- Fiction
- English
- 5944 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 44
1001 stories of Greatness are short fictional stories about how to tap into your potential by first looking within you to discover your hidden advantage and strength. Discovering who you can become starts with first accepting to look inward. If you do not look inward, how do you know your genius?
These stories give pointers to how to live fulfilled and free lives. And they are not meant for a selected few, but rather everyone of any age who has become responsible for their decisions.
To those who have lost time doing nothing significant and staying unfulfilled, I'm glad to tell you that time lost can be regained as long as you do not quit!
And for those who are just starting out in life, it is important to let you know that every decision you make will determine whether you truly live or merely exist. So make decisions wisely.
1001 stories of greatness contain wisdom that you need on your journey, especially for the times when every road seems blocked. You can navigate your well as long as you have the right information and knowledge.
Chapter 1 begins:
As the sun began to set over the small town, the group of friends gathered around the table on the patio, ready to unwind after a long day. They had planned a laid-back evening, with good food and even better drinks to share.
The first round of drinks was a round of refreshing cocktails, made with crisp white rum, tangy lime juice, and a splash of sweet simple syrup. As they sipped on their drinks, the friends chatted and laughed, catching up on everything that had happened since they last saw each other.
Next, they decided to switch things up with a round of rich, smooth red wines. Each of them chose a different bottle, eager to try something new and share their favorites with the group. As they sipped and savored the complex flavors of the wine, the conversation turned to more serious topics, as they delved into discussions about their careers, relationships, and the future.
As the night went on, the group consisting of young boys and girls in their teens, decided to switch to something a little stronger. They brought out a selection of fine whiskies, from smooth, honeyed single malts to bold, peaty blends. They poured themselves generous glasses and sat back, sipping slowly as they talked and listened to music.
As the night began to wind down, the group decided to end their evening with a round of after-dinner drinks. They brought out a tray of cordials and liqueurs, including rich, creamy Kahlua, sharp, bittersweet Campari, and smooth, velvety Bailey's. They mixed and matched, creating unique, layered cocktails that perfectly capped off their evening.
As they finished their drinks and said their goodbyes, the friends all agreed that it had been a perfect evening, filled with good company, delicious food, and a wide variety of delicious drinks. They made plans to do it all again soon, already looking forward to their next gathering and the new drinks they would discover and share.
But among the group was Mira, silent and lost in her thoughts, she had always been a bright, curious child, full of energy and enthusiasm for life. But as she grew older, her life became increasingly troubled and abusive.
Her father was an alcoholic and a drug addict, who was prone to violent outbursts and abuse. He would lash out at Mira and her mother whenever he was in one of his drunken rages, leaving them both bruised and battered.
Mira's mother, exhausted and beaten down by years of abuse, was unable to protect her daughter from her father's wrath. She tried her best to shield Mira from the worst of it, but there was only so much she could do.
As a result, Mira grew up feeling scared, vulnerable, and alone. She struggled with low self-esteem and a deep sense of worthlessness, believing that she was somehow to blame for her father's behavior.
As she entered her teenage years, Mira began to act out, seeking attention and validation from anyone who would give it to her. She became rebellious and wild, getting into trouble at school and with the law.
Her mother, desperate to get her daughter back on track, sent her to live with her aunt and uncle in a small town on the other side of the country. Mira was resistant at first, but eventually came to see the move as an opportunity to start fresh and leave her troubled past behind.
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Haitham Al Fiqi
Mental Health Guide
For students, teachers, school psychologists, nurses, social workers, counselors and parents.
- Psychology
- English
- 25268 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 31
Most people think that mental health only applies to those people who have diagnosable mental disorders. The truth is ALL of us should be concerned about our mental health. It is our basis of being healthy. It is the holistic approach to health. In fact, many people adhere to the belief that mental health is the core of healthiness. Health starts and ends with mental health. It encompasses everything and it is everybody's business.
For virtually all people, mental health is often neglected until something apparently becomes wrong. Until then, we will have to wait for signs that it is vital to our existence, to our well being, to our relationships with other people, to our perceptions, to our fulfillment and even to our own happiness.
Even though we have achieved great medical advancements, there still seems to be lacks in our general knowledge on mental health. We have developed quick fixes to our physical ailments but we are left far behind with our solutions to mental illnesses. If we have anything, there still remain some loopholes and what we know is inconclusive. We haven’t developed universal treatments for psychological disorders and even assessments and diagnosis of such ailments are flawed.
In the past, the general concept for being healthy is the "absence of disease". If so, then someone who doesn’t have diagnosable heart attack but experience irrational fear on something like chicken or heights is a healthy person. In fact, no.
While blood pressure, cholesterol level, and body temperature are easy to asses these are still seen as singular components of our health. Disruptions in these mechanisms mean that a person could be physically ill. However, the health of a person is not only associated to how well his body functions but also to how well are his psychological, emotional and social dispositions. Manifestations of mental illness are much harder to asses since most symptoms occur discreetly during the developmental stages of the disorders and internal states are dependent on the subjective nature of the disorder. For example, someone who usually feels "blue" may or may not be diagnosed with depression.
We also have to take into account the social aspect of mental health. People who have sickness have more obvious manifestations that they are ill, therefore the society and immediate environment could easily identify whether or not a person is sick. For mental health, however, ignorance could lead to wrong perceptions. For example, a teenager who became drug-dependent and later committed suicide is viewed as irresponsible and desperate when in fact he may be suffering from a psychological disorder.
A simplistic definition to mental health could be "successful mental functioning". But what are the parameters of this definition? What could possibly tell us that someone is struggling through mental illness?
a) Someone who is distressed for a prolonged period without apparent, logical reason.
b) Someone who has disruptions in thinking
c) Someone who has altered behaviors and moods
d) Someone who relies on substances such as drugs, alcohol and cigarettes may have issues on their mental health
e) Someone who has impaired social functions
These are just representations of how a person with mental health may behave. However, these are not conclusive bases.
As we may yet to understand, mental health is directly correlated with physical ailment or health. Both may be one and the same but are very different in nature.
· This eBook sheds light on the most important topics in the field of mental health and answers many questions.· This eBook is useful for students, teachers, nurses, workers, and anyone interested in the field of mental health.· Buy this eBook now ! [more]
Keywords: Mental Health Guide, school psychologists, Alternative Methods in Mental Health Care, Early Sign of Autism, Post -Traumatic Stress Disorder, Seasonal Affective Disorder, Sleep and Mood, Post-traumatic stress disorder, The Psychopathic Personality, Social Anxiety Disorder, the Mental Health Assessment, Mental Health Nursing, Single Parent Psychology and Mental Health, Optimized Mental Health
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Susan Willingham
Crystal Masquerade
- Short Story
- English
- 1508 Words
- No Age Recommendation
- 496
- 2
CRYSTAL MASQUERADE
By Susan Willingham
The girl didn’t know how she got there, but it seemed as though she had been with them her entire life. She had suddenly found herself living with a family where the people were made of crystals. They had the form of a normal flesh and blood person, but there were tiny, gleaming jewels of different colors making up their eyes, lips, hair, and skin. They looked like crystal dolls. The entire family was outwardly beautiful, each part of their perfect bodies sparkling with colorful clarity. The mother had black hair, each strand consisting of tiny gems of shimmering blue-black onyx. Her eyes were of a brilliant sapphire, emblazoned with a radiant light, so brilliant that it was impossible to look at them for more than a few seconds at a time. Her lips consisted of jewels of ruby, like fiery embers of red, that flashed and moved when she spoke. Her teeth were a perfect glimmering white. When she moved, every minute gem of her body appeared to move singularly in a synchronized form. The rest of the family…father, son, and daughter, had the same likeness of appearance. The only difference was that the men were not as spectacular as the radiant women. Even the family dog was dazzling, with a beautiful coat of shining gold that moved with a fluid grace.
Another surprising thing was that their bizarre behavior did not seem to affect the rest of the town. The citizens of this ordinary town actually appeared not to notice their abnormality. The Crystal family interacted with others as if they were just everyday people. They had jobs and went to school like everyone else.
The girl observed the exquisite family closely while she was in their midst. Even though they appeared to have thoughts, feelings, and emotions of happy, rational human beings, there was something different about them besides their appearance that she could only discern after a period of close observation. Their beauty was deceptive. Their smiles and laughter were too quick, too bright, too fake. There was some internal struggle, like a cancer eating away at their insides, consuming them, while they were frantically trying to ignore it. Their jeweled smiles hid their pain and they had beauty to cover their weaknesses. This family’s performance was convincing. The whole town was convinced. And maybe if the whole town believed the façade, they would believe it, too. But at times, when the girl looked closely, she could detect what appeared to be tears glistening behind their beautifully jeweled eyes. She wondered if they fell apart when no one was watching. Maybe they would let her in on their dark secret, their hidden torture, and she could help them somehow. But the farce was too deep, too hidden. They would only deny that anything at all was wrong. They were living among the dead.
They accepted the girl as if she were one of them, as if she had always been one of them - like maybe she had been born into their family, or that she was made of the same things as they were. She marveled at this and wondered why they welcomed her and why she felt so comfortable with them. Suddenly, with an awakening that struck here like a lightening bolt, she knew. She knew only too well. The girl had been drawn to them because she was becoming like them. She began to remember where she had come from. She saw herself running… running a hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction and searching for someone, something to save her from the chains that are holding her prisoner. She hoped someone would hear her crying and carry her away, perhaps a prince charming that would step in and save her life. She was running from the ugliness in her life that had instilled itself into her heart, making it cold and hard. She had a cesspool inside, just like the Crystal family, and if she didn’t clean it out and allow herself to be filled with “something good and wonderful”, she would become like them. Instead of a beautiful diamond heart that matched their jeweled outside, this picture perfect family carried around a hard black piece of coal. The girl could begin to feel her own heart freezing.
It was a slow fade, so slow that the girl didn’t realize that her life was anything but okay. It started when she was a child; it probably started before she was even born. The life was all she knew and she thought everyone else’s life was the same. She thought that it was normal to live in a family where the father drank himself into a stupor every night. She thought it natural that her father would beat her mother until she cried out in hushed whimpers. She was remembering it all now, the past crashing in on her like a tidal wave, knocking her to her knees. She was dredging up memories of the abuse, the drunkenness, the fear. Suddenly the girl was back in her childhood, hiding under the porch all alone with her demons, clutching the puppies that her pet Evie had given birth to recently. She stroked and consoled them as if they, too, felt the dread of the fight above them and were also dismayed at what the future held for them.
The girl was heaving with the burden of shame she had carried since she was a child. She continued to carry that shame as she grew into her teens and began to realize how sick her family and her life were. She felt beneath her classmates and friends, and believed that if they really knew her and knew what her life was like, they wouldn’t like her at all. She was rejected by the “popular” kids because she wore old clothes and lived in an ugly house, and everyone in the small town knew about her father. Soon she found drugs, and in the first instance she tried them, she felt complete. She felt powerful, in control, beautiful, rich, everything that she was not. The drug crowd accepted her. They didn’t seem to care where she lived, what she wore, or that she had a father that was an alcoholic. They had the same problems as she did, and some worse. Even though the drugs worked for her for a while, they eventually became ineffective in covering her pain. The girl found herself searching for something else, anything to make her feel okay. She tried it all and nothing worked. That is when her heart began to harden and she put a wall up to keep out the hurt and shame.
The next thing the girl knew she found herself living with these beautiful people make of crystals. She had to leave them. She had to find the answer for her life, and the answer was not in beauty and riches. She had to find “Something Good and Wonderful.” She dropped to her knees in anguish. It was there that she found the answer. She would take back her life from the demons that had snatched it since she was small. She would take back her identity, her heart, and her soul. She would find out who she was and what her values were. She would no longer believe the lies of her past, the lies of the devil…that she was no good. She would no longer live with shame and with the misery of jumping from place to place, relationship to relationship to find happiness. The “Something Good and Wonderful” spoke to the girl and said “Do you want to be free? Lift your arms. I have the keys for the chains that bind you.” She was free! She would go back to the Crystal family one last time to tell them the good news.
When the girl went to them, she saw that they had gotten worse. Their appearance was even more perfect and beautiful than she had remembered. They were trying harder to delude themselves. She confronted the mother and told her about the “Something Good and Wonderful.” The beautiful woman slowly shook her head, her hair flashing with the motion, her ruby lips trembling. Her amazing cerulean eyes began misting with a slow agony. They gazed at each other for what seemed like eternity. Slowly the girl could see the woman’s flawless body begin to melt, her lovely features fading away. The colorful crystals ran together into a dripping twinkling wax. The onyx of her hair blended with the blue of her eyes and with the red of her lips, creating a merging color of sparkles, shimmering into a pool on the floor beneath her. The girl stared at the glittering substance on the floor in front of her and gravely watched as it changed into a colorless powder. Sorrowfully, she scooped the powder into the palm of her hand and softly blew, scattering it into a mist of a million tiny pieces. [more]
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Sachin Sarohi
The Fear
- Horror
- English
- 2 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 461
- 9
Night was cold and wind was blowing with sound that can frighten ears. I and my wife were travelling in Himalayas. There was no sign of any life there. Roads were so narrow that car was driven at 20 km. We were talking to each other and planning about next day suddenly both of the car head light went off. I immediately stopped the car and was thinking of what happened. I told my wife to relax as she was frightened to see what happened. I got out of the car and asked her to stay inside. That was the first time realize the hilly region which we enjoyed the whole day is so dull and full of fear. It was completely dark and I was not able to see my wife sitting in the car also. She was again and again asking me to come back inside; she was frightened of wild animals that roam around there in search of food. I came back inside and tried to turn on the parking light but nothing was working at all. There might be a problem with the light circuit I told my wife who was mum and could not speak anything. It was 1 am and the whole night was left, I was also worried that our car is standing in the middle of the road and somebody can hit us. I again went outside to see the road end, in the silence realize that a river was flowing down below and the sound was so low that realize that we are very high from it. I came back inside the car and asked my wife to take some sleep as we cannot move till morning. We locked the door and sat inside. We were hearing different sound coming from the deep jungle which was not good at all. The night was not passing by and the temperature was going down and down. I asked my wife to go behind and have some sleep but she was not ready to leave me at all. 2 am I asked my wife to stay there as I need to go for a Lou. I unlocked the door and went outside again. As soon as I went beside the car I was frightened to see a lady sitting just beside the back door and watching me. My whole body was white and I could not move my legs, as I have heard many ghostly stories about people who die in road accidents in mountains. My wife asked me what happened and told to come inside. I held my breath and came back inside. I was shivering with fear and my wife was seeing me asking what happened. I saw the back window and that lady hand were placed on the glass of the window. I could not react and told my wife nothing happened. I could see the hand from the front mirror but was not looking behind because I could not. I Believe in god but never prayed, I knew something is about to happen and we both could not do anything about it. I was praying in my mind that whatever it was should leave us that time realized how much important our life is and about my wife who was more afraid of all these things and if I tell her about the lady she will not be able to wait till morning and will ask me to drive. I stopped looking into the mirror and was sitting there without speaking anything. My wife kept on asking me what happened. She was curious to know as she never saw me like that. We sat there for sometime and I again decided to look into the mirror. I took a deep breath and saw this time nothing was there and I felt relaxed but it was for just for few minutes. This time my wife asked me that she wants to go out to get fresh. The moment she said to me and I immediately refused because I knew something is there and how important she was for me. She kept on insisting that she will take just 2 minutes. After sometime I agreed but told her to wait inside as I wanted to check the place. I not at all wanted to get out of the car but I had to, I opened the door and went outside. This moment was more horrifying and worst experience of my life. I looked around but nobody was there. I called my wife out. She was out with me in cold now. After sometime we came back inside and I was happy that we are safe now. This time we felt that car was getting cozy inside. Temperature was not so cold we felt that we were sitting in front of heater. I knew I did not turn the heater on but still it was warm inside. Soon realize why it was. The worst night mare was about to happen. I saw in the mirror that lady was sitting at the back seat staring directly into my eyes. I COULD NOT REACT AT ALL. My wife saw my face with fear and kept asking why I was reacting that way. She knew I was not afraid of anything but she was to be proven wrong in a moment. She said what happened. Nothing came out of my mouth. Suddenly my wife turned to back seat and grabbed her shawl. I hold her hand and looked into her face. She said what happened, she could not see the lady but I could clearly see in the mirror that somebody was sitting there. I don't want to sit in that car anymore but I knew the moment I tell my wife about it she will be out of the car and will run which was not safe at all in the jungle. We kept sitting there for sometime and I closed my eyes and was praying. It was 4 am now and car was again started to get cool. We waited for some more time and it was looking normal now. Lady was gone and sun was about to rise. I turn the engine on and for our surprise lights were working absolutely fine as if nothing happened. We started again and after sometime sun was shining above us. My mind was a bit relaxed but what ever happened I was not able to forget. After driving few kms we saw a small hotel. We decided to stay there and we took one room. Hotel had an old construction but that was the only one there. After we had breakfast we went to our room and slept. We both were so tired that we did not knew that we slept for full day and now again it was NIGHT. Inside our room there was a big glass window from which we can see the full view of the jungle. My wife was sleeping as she was really tired suddenly there was a knock on the door, I opened the door and saw an old man standing with a candle in his hand. He asked me to take it as everyday light goes off anytime. I took the candle and again started to think about the last night. I woke up my wife to ask if she want to have dinner, she refused as she was too tired and did not want to get up. It was a full moon night and trees can be seen easily in the dense forest. I was feeling hungry so I decided to go downstairs and will have something. I saw my wife sleeping so I closed the door and went down to reception. I ordered something to eat and sat on a chair which was placed to see the full jungle view. I was looking at the jungle and full moon light crossing the trees was an amazing view. As soon as my food came in the light went off. I stood up immediately as I was worried about my wife. I started to run back to my room but could not find it. Soon I realized that we both were the only people staying there. With the mobile torch I found my room and I opened the door. THE THING WHICH I SAW WAS THE LAST THING I WANTED TO SEE IN MY LIFE: The same lady was standing beside my wife and looking at her and smiling. I was stunned and ran towards my wife. I shouted and grabbed her in my arms. She was shocked and was confused about what happened. I immediately asked her to pack the bags and leave the hotel. She insisted on staying in the hotel only as she knew outside weather will not allow us to leave. I wanted to tell her the entire things that was happening with me but I knew right now she will be able to sleep well but after that she will not be able to rest properly. I was inside the blanket now and was looking here and there but there was no sign of the lady. Till 11.30 I was awake but after sometime I feel sleepy and closed my eyes. 2 am somebody was knocking the window; I opened my eyes and saw the same lady was standing outside the window and staring me. I checked my wife and to my biggest surprise she was not in the bed. I turn on my mobile torch and check the entire room; suddenly I heard a low sound coming from the corner of the wall. I checked there my wife was sitting on the ground and looking at the same women. She was so afraid that she could not even shout. I immediately ran towards her and held her in my arms. She pointed her finger towards the window and said she saw a man standing outside. I told her it was not a man it was a women. She refused to believe it and was sure that it was a man. Nothing was there now and we both sat and I told her everything about what happened last night. She was very surprised to hear that I was seeing a women and she was seeing a man. We both decided not to stay at that place anymore. We packed our bags and came towards the main lobby from where stairs were going down towards the main reception and gate. We walked slowly and to our surprise somebody footsteps were coming from behind but we could not see that person. We came towards the gate and looked for the manager, he was not there so we opened the gate and came out. Our car was parked few meters away we both walked towards the car and I opened the door and we sat inside the car now.
I turned on the engine and to our surprise headlights were again not working. We looked at each other in fear, there was a complete silence. Suddenly a mist of fog covered the whole area and it was dense that we could not see a meter away. I knew whatever it was will not let us go anywhere but we did not know what they wanted from us.
After sometime I asked my wife if we can go inside the hotel again as it was getting colder and colder outside but she refused as she was shivering not because of cold but because of FEAR.
We kept sitting inside the car and waiting for sunrise. We decided that we will go back and will end our tour here. 2 hours passed nothing happened; we sat inside mum and thinking what we will see in next moment. Car window was covered with fog, I turned on the engine and started the blower, and it was of no use. Suddenly we heard that somebody is coming towards the car, the footstep was so loud and clear that we knew that it coming very fast towards us. We hold our hand together and look around, suddenly in the front mirror something was written – “I will be with you always”.
I started the car wiper but it was not going off as if someone has painted on the car window. My wife started to scream madly and shouted :” who are you, what you wanted from us?”
Nothing was there other than a big silence. It was sunrise after sometime and road was clear and visible. Next surprise was waiting for us, there was no hotel. We were standing in the middle of the road and it was covered of trees. There was no sign of hotel or anybody. I came out of the car and looked here and there but nothing was there. At least now we were relaxed that its sunrise now and we are safe. I immediately started the car engine and turned back. We drove so fast as if we are getting late to get our life back. 4 hours of driving I got a T-point, there was no sign where to go. We decided to take the left turn as road in that direction was in good condition. After sometime we saw a small café and a lady was sitting there. My wife was so happy so see someone to whom we can talk and ask about the area. We had some tea and ate some food. I asked the lady if there is any hotel in that area or if she has heard anything about a man and women. She knew nothing about it, we started again as it was evening and we want to get out this mountain drive. I kept on driving though I was feeling very tried but I knew if I stopped now then we will not be able to leave that place.
After sometime it was again DARK. Fear could be seen in my wife eyes, she was so shocked that she stopped talking to me and was looking here and there.
I stopped the car again to get fresh; my wife did not like it at all. I came out the car and first looked at the place. It was dark outside and same nothing was visible clearly. I got fresh and was coming back towards my car; suddenly I heard that someone is calling me from behind. I looked back and saw the same lady was standing in front of me with a man. She did not come near me but was staring at me and said “I will be with you always”. I started running towards my car and turned on the engine and drove as I was driving in formula one. My wife started crying as she knew something again has happened. This time headlights were working fine and we kept on driving. I knew whatever it was now will never come back, we saw the lights coming from town and we reached the town finally.
We were so happy and relaxed to be there, my wife jumped on me and we hugged each other. We knew that we have won the race against death and we are alive.
We came back to our house and months have passed now, there was no sign of that lady and man.
Today my wife has gone out for a party and I am alone in the house. Light went off and when it came back on, I saw something is written on the mirror: “I WILL BE WITH YOU ALWAYS”.
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DAVID MITCHELL
A CHRISTMAS STORY
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A CHRISTMAS STORY
By
DAVID MITCHELL
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The year was 1932. The Crydale Orphanage was a grim and forbidding looking building and being late evening the lights were being extinguished one by one by the staff.
Outside in the dark and gloomy street a young girl staggered through the snow carrying her new born baby boy. She had left home because her father was a strict disciplinarian and would not hear of the girl’s illegitimate baby being brought into his house – it must be remembered, this was 1932 when attitudes were quite different.
Her name was Elly, and she was destitute. She was desperately unhappy but her only thoughts were for her tiny baby wrapped warmly against the very cold weather - for this was December and just a few days before Christmas. As she walked along she passed the gaily lit shops displaying colourful Christmas items. Here and there she noticed the Christmas trees with their coloured lights and fleetingly her memory took her back to happier times when she was younger and her father then seemed more tolerant, even kind. In her state of total and forlorn unhappiness the tears rolled down her cheeks and she kissed her small baby thinking all the while how determined she was that his future will be much better than her past.
As she drew nearer the orphanage she could see through the large window. No doubt this expansive room was where the orphans gathered each morning. It was empty and dark now. She was thinking deeply about what she proposed to do. Her plan was to leave the baby on the doorstep, ring the bell, and retire to a safe distance where she could not be seen; just so that she could be sure the door was answered and the baby found by the orphanage staff.
In her plan, she reasoned that later on, when she was a little older and had perhaps secured a job, and was receiving an income, she could return and re-claim her son. She watched carefully as the front door of the orphanage opened and a young lady bent down and picked up the small baby lying on the doorstep. And so, when Elly was satisfied that her baby was now in good care she withdrew and went on her way, sobbing all the while. This was not at all what she wanted to happen; but in the light of her father’s cruel and totally unreasonable attitude she felt no other course was open to her.
However, she brightened up a little when thinking that, if good fortune should come her way, it may not be too long before she would be able to return to the orphanage and reclaim her small son to care for him as a loving mother herself.
So that was the manner in which little Chris arrived at the orphanage. They decided to call him ‘Christopher because it was so close to Christmas. The stern lady in charge of the orphanage, Mrs Briggs, ran the establishment in quite a strict manner but, like a lot of people who seem to be quite fierce in their demeanour, deep down in her heart she was a kindly soul and loved all the children that came under her care – every single one.
Quite a number of children were lost to her as a result of adoptions through the years and she was very sad at the loss of each one and was at once sad at the departure of every child - but on the other hand she was glad to see them settled in a happy home. But somehow that never happened to Chris. For some reason that nobody could quite understand he was never selected for adoption. Later the orphanage began a new policy of advertising “HAVE AN ORPHAN FOR CHRISTMAS” and this seemed to be a big success. Some children had even been adopted permanently after being a “Christmas Child”.
But this was now Christmas 1937. The snow had begun to fall and all of the children had gone to their ‘foster parents’ for the holiday - but not Chris. He was due to go to a Mr & Mrs Holden but with just over a week to go they advised the orphanage that Mr Holden had been called abroad, and that Mrs Holden would be accompanying him. As they had no idea how long they would be away they said they would have to reluctantly cancel the arrangement for Chris.
It was too late then to find another temporary foster parent and so it looked very much as though Chris and Mrs Briggs would be the only inhabitants of the orphanage over the holiday. Mrs Briggs was quite resigned to her task, but she didn't mind at all. She got on very well with Chris and although the resources available to her were meagre she told herself that she must try to make it as nice a Christmas as possible, if only for the sake of little Chris.
However, on the day before Christmas Eve Mrs Briggs received a call from the Holdens to say that Mr Holden’s mission abroad was accomplished sooner than he had anticipated, that they were now home, and that they would love to have Chris for Christmas after all as originally planned. When little Chris heard this his little face broke into a wide beaming smile. Poor old Mrs Briggs hesitated for just a moment when given the news. She had been looking forward to spending Christmas with just her and Chris. On the the other hand she wanted Chris to have a wonderful Christmas and so she too allowed herself a smile or two, and accepted that she must spend Christmas alone.
And so it was that Mr & Mrs Holden collected Chris from the orphanage that very same day and took him to their very handsome home where a beautiful Christmas tree stood in the lounge, fully decorated with lights and ornaments, and with presents spread underneath; a lovely log fire was roaring up the chimney and the atmosphere was very nice, cosy, and very homely.
Chris was then introduced to other members of the Holden family. First of all, there was Aunt Emily - a dear old soul who wore her spectacles perched on the end of her nose and seemed to be knitting all the time; she also often appeared to be chatting to herself as some old folk do. Then there was Grandfather Holden who held his hand out for Chris to shake. Chris did so dutifully for all the children at the orphanage were taught good manners. It was a very jolly atmosphere indeed and everyone seemed to be in a good mood – just as Christmas should be.
But after a little while Mrs Holden noticed that Chris was looking rather sad and that one or two tears were rolling down his cheeks. “Why Chris my dear” she said “what ever are you crying for ? Aren’t you happy to be with us ?” At which the great big tears welled up in his eyes and poor little Chris began to sob. Urged by Mrs Holden to say why he was sad Chris then said “Well Mrs Holden, I am surely very happy to be here with you but I cannot help thinking of poor Mrs Briggs back at the orphanage. She will be all on her own for Christmas now that I have come to you and I am feeling I aught to be there with her to keep her company and make sure she has a nice Christmas too”. At this, all the Holden family could not help but remark what a very nice little boy Chris was to be thinking of others at this time.
And so the conversation on the subject seemed to wane and die away. But not in Chris's mind. He went to sleep in his room but during the night he tossed and turned for he was still thinking of poor old Mrs Briggs and how very lonely she must be all by herself.
The next morning everybody arose from bed. The snow lay crisp and several inches deep. It was a true Christmas scene All were looking forward to the day’s festivities. However, Mr Holden seemed to be absent. Chris did ask once “Where is Mr Holden ?” but was told by Mrs Holden “Oh, he has gone on an little errand for me - don’t worry, he’ll be back quite soon – in time for Christmas Dinner to be sure”.
But now it was approaching time for the great Christmas Dinner and still Mr Holden had not returned. Mrs Holden had purchased a nice fat turkey and the smells were wafting through from her kitchen and were truly delicious. They were making everyone feel very hungry indeed. But where was Mr Holden ? Well, there was no need to worry for just at that moment the front door opened and in a flurry of snow flakes blown in by the wind there stood Mr Holden - and with him was none other than Mrs Briggs herself ! She had been absolutely thrilled and delighted when Mr Holden telephoned her to extend an invitation to join the Christmas party for she had resigned herself to spending Christmas by herself, as Chris had feared, and wondering what to do !
She had considered her Christmas Dinner but rejected the idea of cooking the turkey she had managed to buy for the occasion. Cooking a turkey for one person would not be sensible she thought. And so she decided she would save the turkey and Christmas Pudding until after the holidays when the children returned. "I'll just manage with a sandwich" she thought to herself. But when Mr Holden phoned to invite her to join the Holden family she accepted very gracefully; however she could not hide her absolute delight and happiness. The Christmas she was not looking forward to at all had now changed for her totally and completely. She was determined to enjoy the occasion together with Chris and the Holdens and appreciated their kindness very much.
So little Chris, once he had recovered from the surprise and the great pleasure of seeing that Mrs Briggs had joined them rushed to her and gave her a big hug. They then joined the others and all enjoyed a truly splendid and jolly Christmas dinner - Mrs Holden, a very good cook, did them all proud and there was plenty for everybody. There were Christmas crackers to pull and small gifts inside - there was much laughter as each cracker was pulled. Chris loved everything - especially the Christmas Pudding.
After the great dinner it was time to open the presents which still lying at the foot of the Christmas tree. Of course there were gifts for Chris and even a couple for dear Mrs Briggs - Mrs Holden had quietly taken the labels off two of her presents and placed new labels which said "TO DEAR MRS BRIGGS - WE WELCOME YOU TO OUR FAMILY". At this even the stern Mrs Briggs melted and a tear or two could be seen on her cheeks.
The Holdens were so taken with Chris, and he with them, that after the holiday was over they offered to accept him on a permanent basis and not too long afterwards, after all the necessary legalities had been completed, Chris went to live at the Holden’s home. But he never forgot Mrs Briggs and went to see her periodically at which she was very pleased indeed.
But what about the poor mother of Chris - Elly ? Well, after leaving her baby at the orphanage she did manage to obtain a live-in position as a scullery maid with a well-to-do family. She was quite happy there but the position was very poorly paid. There was no absolutely no chance of obtaining her own place to live and try to reclaim her little baby who, of course, had now grown up somewhat. The years passed by but there wasn’t a day when she didn’t think about her little boy and wondered how he was faring. Sometimes she retraced her steps on that awful day when she left her small son on the doorstep of the orphanage. She wanted to ring the bell and enquire about her baby; but each time she lost her nerve and walked on. And then one day, quite out of the blue, she was informed that her wealthy aunt had passed away and had left her a legacy of £15,000 in her Will.
She was totally astounded and not a little surprised because this aunt had not been especially kind to her when it became known she was pregnant and, like her father, treated her with disdain. Maybe in time she relented, changed her mind, and decided to help her niece after all even if her father wouldn‘t. But most of all Elly was very happy for her first thoughts were that she could now find somewhere to live, reclaim her son, and live happily as a small family. Back then with the average wage around £3-£4 per week one can imagine the value of £15,000 ! Elly felt exceedingly rich.
So she made contact with the Orphanage. At first she was rebuffed because the orphanage itself was controlled by a number of regulations - one of these being that they may not reveal the details of any adoption. Mrs Briggs felt exceedingly sorry for Elly and tried to pacify her. But Elly, who rather foolishly had thought that all she need do is to re-claim her son and all would be alright.
Elly sought advice and was told the prospects of seeing her son again were bleak. And so Elly returned to the orphanage and threw herself upon the mercy and understanding of Mrs Briggs. Elly pleaded and pleaded with her until something within Mrs Briggs snapped and she just knew at that moment that she would have to help this pathetic young lady. So she went to her desk and wrote a name and address. She then turned to Elly and said "NOW ELLY, YOU KNOW THAT IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO DIVULGE WHERE YOUR SON IS NOW. I JUST CANNOT DO IT. IT CANNOT BE DONE. BUT SOMETIMES I AM CARELESS AND LEAVE LITTLE PIECES OF PAPER AROUND - her eyes then went to her desk "I REALLY MUST CURE MYSELF OF THIS HABIT" Elly looked up, saw Mrs Brigg's eyes wander to her desk, and gratefully collected the piece of paper on which, of course, was the Holden family's address. She kissed Mrs Briggs before departing and Mrs Briggs advised her to tread very carefully and with understanding.
And so Elly contacted the Holdens, and made an appointment to see them - and little Chris. Mr & Mrs Holden were of course shocked to learn of this development for they had cared for Chris just as if he was their own son. He was now attending a very good private school and the Holdens were giving him every chance to progress in life. But they were nice and understanding people and therefore agreed to meet Elly.
The reunion between mother and son was a remarkable and heart warming spectacle to behold. Chris was a little reticent and shy at first, but something attracted him towards his mother. He went to her and she placed both arms around him and smothered him with kisses as only a loving Mum can. Pitifully she pleaded with the Holdens to let her have her son back. Chris, of course was quite bewildered about all of this because although he loved his long lost real mother and took to her very naturally, he also loved the Holdens. His poor little mind was in a turmoil and he was very confused.
Problems of this kind are extremely difficult to solve at any time but when they occur between nice and understanding people it is often possible to reach a conclusion which is satisfactory to all concerned
And so it was that Elly and the Holdens agreed to share the affections of Chris. Elly succeeded to find a small cosy flat quite near to the Holden's place and some of the time Chris went there and some of the time he spent with the Holdens.
It was a very happy arrangement and it worked very well with surprisingly few problems. Chris was a studious little boy, did well at school. When he grew up he attended university and chose medicine as his profession. When he qualified as a doctor Elly, the Holdens, and even dear old Mrs Briggs - now rather old and somewhat infirm - were all there to witness his awards.
This is just a Christmas story - but we should all try to remember that such problems and situations do occur. That is part of life. But between nice people, who are understanding and are prepared to see the other's point of view there is always a solution to be found - provided the willingness is there to recognise it.
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Original:Perugu.Ramakrishna
Flemingo
Translation:Jagadhaatri
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FLEMINGO..(lONG POEM ON MIGRATED BIRDS)
Time is infinite
Time is a canoe
Time is a winged dove
Time is desert silence
Time is the rumble of the oceans
Time is the showering rain droplet
It is the tremor of the heart
Time is the lingo of history
Time is an eternal test
A non stop journey is time
A ceased path is time
Time is life
Time is a flow
Time is death
Time is the opportune right
Time is a tide
Time is the breath
Time is invisible
Time is tangible
Time is a scene of beauty
The breath of an atom is time
The tune of an iota is time
Time is the play of life and death
Time is the envoy of peace and terror
There is no shore that the time has not touched
And no ray of light untouched by time
Time is the manifestation of the ancient Brahman
The modern interpretation of duty is time
Time is earthly and heaven
Time is eternal
Time is the river of life
Life is a journey
In the stream of time!
(2)
Journey
Is a feature of instability
The flow
A lively spirit
Flower voyages
Pollinated
From flower to flower
The bird travels
As love
From shore to shore
As a lineage
Procreation
Is the maternal instinct
And desire for procreation
Is the essence of the expansion of the soul
Copulation
Is it only pertaining to the man alone?
Justice in creation
Flourishes in plural
Many rain droplets do make a rain
Umpteen leaves do make a tree
Millions of cells do make one creation
Loneliness is not the trait of the world
Embossing fetus in the ovum
The bird blows the warmth of breath
The cosmic universe is
Perceived in totality by the inner eye
(3)
Every move is a journey
Every death is a journey
Every birth is a voyage
Flight is the winning spirit of the migrating birds
The effort of the ocean of love
Is to procreate
As the oceans run
With the feet of waves
As the air flows
In wavy winds
As life continues
With the unending breaths
As the world rounds in
Non stop news
In wings and wings
Do fly and arrive these birds
The creatures with passion and patience
Thousands of kilometers of restless journey
To the destination afar
In search of wonderlands
A partly witness of the
Irrepressible instinct
The soaring birds flying
Like hunks of the rainbow
Like the seven colored sankranthi(pongal rangoli)
The flowing sea of the bird flock
Floats on the treasures of the blue oceans
The jingling song of the migrating birds
Is a travel
A stopover
A sojourn
A libido
All are the traces of the moving time….
(4)
The bird is the
Infinite freedom with sprouted wings
The eyes filled with a fear
And a shiver
As the soldier of the border forces
The bird is a being, all time alert
Onlooker with a quest
It is the bird that
Smears a mosaic of colors
To the ends of the wings
And tips of the tails
The bird is the one
Which casts net and
Catches hold of the
Jet velocity
And the splendor of winds
In the moment of hunger
It is the bird that
Surgically operates the available food
And feeds on it as a fork
Welcoming a dawn
The bird is the
Wake up call
To the society
Crossing a cold night
Slivering the foggy morn
With its beak
Flying fast with its legs apart
Runs the bird in prey hunt
Testing the air contaminated
From the farthest branch
Of a tall tree
It is the bird that removes the pollution
On a sunny afternoon
On a choicest water meadow
It is the bird that
Jumps and thumps
And somersaults
Playing water khabaddi
Fluttering the body
Dries its wings
Measuring the distance of thousands of miles
It is the migrating bird
That carries
The history of the other side of the world
To the culture this side
And the race of that land
To this generation here
The bird is the flying goddess of passion
A flying message of peace
Completing the journeys
By the twilight of dusk
Gathering near the tree
It is the bird that gets ready for a chorus concert
It is the bird that reflects
The mynahs of poesy
Gandharvas (divine singers) of music
And the doyens of music
Hunger, sleep, love, and passion
Are similar to all the living beings
Between birth and death
Birds too have relations
They are not promiscuous
Birds too have a social life
They do not know social betrayal
The bird that unfolds its broad wings of vast feels
Seldom knows selfishness
It does not contract with narrow mindedness
To the lady bird
That sits over in hatching
With all balance and patience
The snacks of Pulicot
Brought tucked in the bags beneath its nose
Is fed in pecks and perks by the male
The bird is beyond jealousy and hatred
To the villagers who saved it from
Any one shooting a bullet
The bird as a good Samaritan in ardent gratitude,
Makes the land fertile
with its drops
Gifting a three times crop and leaves the land
The bird must be a role model for the man..!!
For sincerity and commitment
And discipline.
(5)
Exodus is an unending journey
Migration an age old fete
When the hues of life’s backdrop change
Exodus is a weapon
When the clouds anger
Making scarce a droplet of rain
The village turns an exodus
To the anna datha (farmer)
The farmer’s life turns a coolie
Exodus transports a generation
Exodus changes the way of life
At times migration in life
Encircles as a whirl pool
At times drowns as a typhoon
It makes you travel out to the continents
For the sake of the tiny belly
There is no race and no religion
The hunger’s language is universal
It may sojourn over anywhere
Will make you do anything
Stretches its hand until the belly is filled
From a dark continent
On to the dais of light
From an icy country
To the warm place
Builds the bridge of the seasons
(6)
The pelicans moving on the wings of time
The flamingos that ram in the air car
The Painted storks flown in like kites
Fluttering on the Konkanai
Sails of the waves are the black cranes
As the ambassadors of many countries
Have taken part in the international conference
The nature is all over colorful messages of love
All the festivals of love of the bird tourists
Are happily celebrated by the youth
On all the branches of the land are the happy resorts
In whichever village lost is the eye
It is the hustle of the moving colorful dreams
Are the goods of the empires of Manmadha(god of love)
The secrets of Mithuna rasi(Zodiac sign pertaining to love)
The hundred puzzles of the colorful flying boats
All over the Pulicot lake is the congregation of romantic heroes
All over the sky of Pulicot are the airs of emotions
Each bird is a hoisted flag of poesy
The colorful parrot is a short poem of dreams
The dark legged crane that has soiled its feet in the dirt of darkness
Washes them in the blue Pulicot
The myriad colored sea-parrot
Dives into the waters as the water drawing pulley
Alone a great sage
Stands on single foot in penance
When in the shades of waters narayani(heron) appears
He chants the manthra of gutakayaswaha(i.e. to swallow it)
Folding its wings to the sides of time
Gudaswami(the paddy bird or pond heron)
Takes thrice a dip in the Pulitheertham(name of a place)
As if thousands of women
Are stilled as a picture
In the postures of classical Indian dances
On the dais are the postures of the imitating flamingos
The everlasting fight of the usurpers for the water treasure
And for the enticing damsels
As if the Nelapattu has blown the snake charm
Every now and then they journey to the home
Naughty kids being the waves,
Floating are the winged boats
The structure that has turned
The Pralaya Kaveri(stormy Kaveri)
Into pranaya Saveri(lovable Saveri(a raga))
In the radiant jugalbandi of the jalatharangini
Is the passionate shower of dazzling ragas
As soon as it dawns in Pulicot
Spreading the colorful carpet
Entwining the hues of spring and winter
Flows as a soaring garden of blooms
Watering the mouth of the awaiting sea.
(7)
The bird guests under the boundless skies
Are the messiahs of universal brotherhood
The romantic tales carried over by the great poets
The Manmadhas(gods of love) who well knew the secrets of love
Lovers they are, who have left their family and place
With an ardent desire to beget off springs
Though in the size of a seed, but vast are their hearts
Their eyes are like lamps without wicks
To spread light is their message
To perceive life is their philosophy
Life is a penance
Life is radiance
Life is a dawn
Life is providence
Life a tune of the creation
From generation to generation pervades life
From earth to heaven is the debate of puranas
Life is an eternal stream of time!
The birds are the flags hoisted by the King of time!!
(8)
There –
On each branch is a concert
In each nestle, a sonata
Every tree a cluster of myriad hues
A bird fete all over the lands
Chirps and tickles
Coos and laughs
Many a confluences of umpteen springs of ragas
Many a sum of joy
With the exciting songs of the round eyed ones
The climate is delighted
In the highways of power filled skies
A colorful dream unfolds
The milky-way
Turns a rosy hued stream
In the time of saran navarathri Saphari Theerdham(name of a place)
Relaxes in the conference of arts
The banjara(wagabond) birds that have come
Croon the songs of coos
They spread out the treasure troves of love
Onto the nest of the worlds
To the noises of the love making birds
All the stars peer down to the earth
The ways of love of the romantic hearts
Breathe out the passions in loneliness
Stretching his hands of rays, sun of the dawn
Applies henna in stealth
Unfolding the doors of their hearts
The blooms color themselves in serenity
Color is the manifestation of spirit of life!
The lands that were not greeted till the day before
Today are, the life of the birds summit
The trees that were faded till the day before
Are today the strings played veenas
Thousands of flute songs of Krishna
Now the morns of Nelapattu
Are the wavy streams of sweet melodies
Now the evenings of Nelapattu
Are the springs of songs of the elixir of love
A pelican tucks in its lover
Into the nestle of its wings
A painted stork nearing it
Woos its beloved with its long snout
The sabari crane in the tune of passion
Loses himself to the sweet song of its lady love
Turning its body into breath the wood pecker
Smears all over the body of its heart throb
Not only the floods of milky bosoms
But the ardor of sperm too flows
In the great yagna of the Santhana Lakshmi(the goddess of children)
Millions of lives are dawned
(9)
Not only the Devakakulu
But all the birds are the ancient kith and kin!
All our visiting birds are
Manvanthara purandharas!(the age old lords of Heaven)
We assume the Bulbul to be an alien
When have we seen it as a peace monger?
We feel the blind crane as the evil spirit
Have we ever counted it as the
Charioteer of virtue?
Though the python is black in color
It is as good hearted as the dark lord (Lord Krishna)
All the beautiful dances of the red breast are
The festoons of light of the happy family ways
In the life rituals of the branches
Pour in the fuel of lively smiles
In the bright journey of procreation, both the branches
Ignite the lights of new radiances
Numerous tales of love, umpteen loves
Each branch is the cottage of Vathsayana(the author of Kama Sutra)
Every nestle is a sound of music
No creation, no rains, no destruction
No progress of the world is possible without the family life
Children are to the man, seeds of time
And the ovum is the radiance of dynamism for the bird
From the seed the tree and from the tree the seed
Is the first step to the world’s progress
To the yagna(ritual sacrifice) of the migrating birds
The flourishing Kadapa tree is the dais
The tree is the green flag hoisted by the nature
The tree is the comfort to the exhausted mankind
To the alien birds that crossed the oceans
The tree is the temple of conjugal bliss
To the on spreading bird dynasties
The tree is the temple of the secret of creation
(10)
Time is always an open book
All are open truths that are snuggled into it
Time is a teacher that seldom taught anything to anyone
Time is the emissary that tells every one everything
The foreign birds are the prophets of yoga of life
They are the bosom friends that do not know the hatreds of the borders
They are the alien yogis that do not have lust
They are the enlightened ones that have seen the secret of the kala chakra(the cycle of time)
Greets in the universal lingo, and ecstasies
They are well cultured ones that conduct unity camps
Holy souls overflow in joy
To the emigrant flock with the touch of this land
In the lush green shade
Appear the dreams of morrow’s generation
That’s why I say bird is the indication of time
It is the symphony of the past, present and future
The holy fire of confluence is the endorsement of trikala tantra
Bird loves a bird
Soul copulates with the soul
Nelapattu is the dais of the perseverance of Poundarika
Nelapattu is the indication of age old yagas
The sowing of seeds of life from generations
Nature is the balancing measure here
It is here that nature takes another breath
And here the world gives birth to another creation
This little land after crossing over the oceans
Is a living home for a race
It is a pillow of the joys and sorrows
Where the dharma of Buddha has excelled
It is the stage of dance for the danseuse Rathi Devi(wife of kamadeva, the lord of love)
That knew the mystic tune or the tune of mysticism
It’s the moment that seeks the justification of the soul
Having understood the inevitability of the mortal body
Forgetting the body pleasure, and pleasure of the body
Manmadha becomes a passionate yogi here
It’s the nature that fulfils it’s duty on this land
Turning to be a man, it furthers the creation
Congregation of birds that have no disparities
An egalitarian equality
The fragrance of passion to the ones who open eyes
And to the eyes closed sages
The liberation of the soul
Time, changing colors as seasons
For a minute, ecstasies as birds
It’s here that begins an end
To the time infinite
The foundation is laid here
From the end to the endless
(11)
Flamingo offers with love to its lady
The bedisa(silver fish) that it brings with its nose
How much it longs for its lover
When it succeeds to fly in whirls
Catching the vanjaram(the scomber or the seer -fish )in the net of its nose
Fluttering its wings dreams of off springs
Who must have taught so many tunes to these birds?
How was such passion adorned to these round eyed ones?
Which bird was that have shown way to this place?
That results every year in this compulsory family fair
The ecstasy of life in the foreyard of Nelapattu
Wings sprout to the nestlings
The tiny fish school, become their food grains
Pulicot is the field of water crop
The tiny shrimp is the fruit of the crop
Fluttering its wings the blue flamingo
Hounds the snake fish
The crooked nose lakumuki(king fisher) bird
Chase the mattagidasa(the sucking fish, called the Echeneis))
Having shattered the line of the girasa(short) fish
The baby paraja(Rasica) crow feels joyous
The sky seems congested
To the nestlings that got wings
The blue lake is the food store
To the red breast that has learnt to fly
In the battle for food
To the shouts of hunger and
The dance of the Bharatha(Titlark or Pippit called in Dakhini Chendul)) bird
Searching for prey
Bulbul is the food
Hunger is the age old enemy to all the living beings
To gratify hunger is peace for any being
Even the gods of heaven savor elixir in hunger
When big fish is swallowing the small ones
Why is it wrong if birds feed on fish?
As if the rainbows had bathed
As the Apsaras (divine courtesans of the heaven)cast their charms
Festival of colors on the waves of Pulicot
A divine game of the baby sparrows
The water meadow filled with children
Looks like a conference of joy and gay
In the eyes of the bird watchers
Reflects a kaleidoscope of colors
From Nelapattu to Pulicot
This bird festival
Flows like a stream of water colors
The celebration reaches the skies
Neither trap nor net, and no hook
Beak is the mere weapon
The battle of hunger seldom stops
Even in tides and in the nets of waves and typhoons
All the expertise lies in hunting
However a great jalapushpam(fish)
The test is to catch the prey with its beak
Is the sanguine trait shared
Pulicot is the resort for a change of climate
For the progress of the breed the trunks of Nelapattu are the residencies
The Pralaya Kaveri is now the grace f love
Every nestling born here is morrow’s bird
The yester born narayana(the common heron)
The water parrot that fed on this land
Having breathed his first in the nest of this tree
Can the alien Sabari ever forget?
The colorful dreams of the pelicans
The blooms of hope of their beautiful nights
The cool breeze and the odor of the soil of Nelapattu
Can the red breast ever lose memory of this honeymoon?
The ecology of India echoed with
The divine violin notes of gratitude
The land is infinite and sky vast
As the flow of time the ocean too is boundless
The one who called these foreign birds as aliens
The one who made immigration as inheritance
If he goes from this village
Begets a child in that great nation
Earns a green card and citizenship
But how can the egg laid here be an alien?
Can the way of pariga(the rose colored Starling or theCholam bird. Pastor roseus) brought up in the Pralaya Kaveri be changed?
This soil is remembered by every bird
And hence every year it turns up to its motherland!
(12)
The scene of the skies blooming in myriad colors
On the branches of the rubber trees is
The sweet home of the flamingo and pelican
Reflects the groping families of man
In the spreading apartment culture
In the shades of the hoods of the waters of Pralaya Kaveri
Joyously bathes the Siberia
Forgetting the tiresomeness of thousands of miles
As the armed forces of navy
The meghmalhar(a raga that invokes rain God) song of the bird
How many brushes of the artist must have bowed in reverence?
To this sea parrot
Umpteen canvases must have lost their faces
In the symphony of the chirps of love birds is
The still picture of the happy NRI doves
The music of sarigama (the seven music notes)that teaches the soaring music to the heart
At least once in a year……
The passion for the embrace of the motherland
The longing to kiss the soil of birth
The son of the soil who lost his inner face
Forgetting the roots of life in the battle
Having turned into a machine
At least …now
Have to transmigrate into the bird!
Conclusion
All the souls become one
The cosmic treasures become divine souls
In the confluence of the water treasures of India
Taking a holy dip turn to be the holy souls
What may be the divinity of the migrating birds
They always worship Narayana in waters.
Telugu original: Perugu Ramakrishna Eng trans: Jagaddhatri [more]
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Judaism (from the Latin Iudaismus, derived from the Greek Ioudaïsmos, and ultimately from the Hebrew יהודה, Yehudah, "Judahin Hebrew: יַהֲדוּת, Yahedut, the distinctive characteristics of the Judean ethnos is the "religion, philosophy, and way of life" of the Jewish people.Originating in the Hebrew Bible (also known as the Tanakh) and explored in later texts such as the Talmud, it is considered by religious Jews to be the expression of the covenantal relationship God developed with the Children of Israel. According to Rabbinic Judaism, God revealed his laws and commandments to Moses on Mount Sinai in the form of both the Written and Oral Torah. This was historically challenged by the Karaites, a movement that flourished in the medieval period, retains several thousand followers today and maintains that only the Written Torah was revealed. In modern times, liberal movements such as Humanistic Judaism may be nontheistic.
Judaism claims a historical continuity spanning more than 3,000 years. It is one of the oldest monotheistic religions, and the oldest to survive into the present day. The Hebrews / Israelites were already referred to as "Jews" in later books of the Tanakh such as the Book of Esther, with the term Jews replacing the title "Children of Israel". Judaism's texts, traditions and values strongly influenced later Abrahamic religions, including Christianity, Islam and the Baha'i Faith.Many aspects of Judaism have also directly or indirectly influenced secular Western ethics and civil law.
Jews are an ethnoreligious group and include those born Jewish and converts to Judaism. In 2010, the world Jewish population was estimated at 13.4 million, or roughly 0.2% of the total world population. About 42% of all Jews reside in Israel and about 42% reside in the United States and Canada, with most of the remainder living in Europe. The largest Jewish religious movements are Orthodox Judaism (Hareidi Judaism and Modern Orthodox Judaism), Conservative Judaism and Reform Judaism. A major source of difference between these groups is their approach to Jewish law. Orthodox Judaism maintains that the Torah and Jewish law are divine in origin, eternal and unalterable, and that they should be strictly followed. Conservative and Reform Judaism are more liberal, with Conservative Judaism generally promoting a more "traditional" interpretation of Judaism's requirements than Reform Judaism. A typical Reform position is that Jewish law should be viewed as a set of general guidelines rather than as a set of restrictions and obligations whose observance is required of all Jews.Historically, special courts enforced Jewish law; today, these courts still exist but the practice of Judaism is mostly voluntary. Authority on theological and legal matters is not vested in any one person or organization, but in the sacred texts and the many rabbis and scholars who interpret these texts.
Unlike other ancient Near Eastern gods, the Hebrew God is portrayed as unitary and solitary; consequently, the Hebrew God's principal relationships are not with other gods, but with the world, and more specifically, with the people He created.Judaism thus begins with an ethical monotheism: the belief that God is one, and concerned with the actions of humankind.According to the Hebrew Bible, God promised Abraham to make of his offspring a great nation.Many generations later, he commanded the nation of Israel to love and worship only one God; that is, the Jewish nation is to reciprocate God's concern for the world. He also commanded the Jewish people to love one another; that is, Jews are to imitate God's love for people. These commandments are but two of a large corpus of commandments and laws that constitute this covenant, which is the substance of Judaism.
Thus, although there is an esoteric tradition in Judaism (Kabbalah), Rabbinic scholar Max Kadushin has characterized normative Judaism as "normal mysticism", because it involves every-day personal experiences of God through ways or modes that are common to all Jews. This is played out through the observance of the halakhot and given verbal expression in the Birkat Ha-Mizvot, the short blessings that are spoken every time a positive commandment is to be fulfilled.
The ordinary, familiar, everyday things and occurrences, we have constitute occasions for the experience of God. Such things as one's daily sustenance, the very day itself, are felt as manifestations of God's loving-kindness, calling for the Berakhot. Kedushah, holiness, which is nothing else than the imitation of God, is concerned with daily conduct, with being gracious and merciful, with keeping oneself from defilement by idolatry, adultery, and the shedding of blood. The Birkat Ha-Mitzwot evokes the consciousness of holiness at a rabbinic rite, but the objects employed in the majority of these rites are non-holy and of general character, while the several holy objects are non-theurgic. And not only do ordinary things and occurrences bring with them the experience of God. Everything that happens to a man evokes that experience, evil as well as good, for a Berakah is said also at evil tidings. Hence, although the experience of God is like none other, the occasions for experiencing Him, for having a consciousness of Him, are manifold, even if we consider only those that call for Berakot.
Whereas Jewish philosophers often debate whether God is immanent or transcendent, and whether people have free will or their lives are determined, Halakha is a system through which any Jew acts to bring God into the world.
Ethical monotheism is central in all sacred or normative texts of Judaism. However, monotheism has not always been followed in practice. The Jewish Bible (Tanakh) records and repeatedly condemns the widespread worship of other gods in ancient Israel. In the Greco-Roman era, many different interpretations of monotheism existed in Judaism, including the interpretations that gave rise to Christianity.
Moreover, as a non-creedal religion, some have argued that Judaism does not require one to believe in God. For some, observance of Jewish law is more important than belief in God per se. In modern times, some liberal Jewish movements do not accept the existence of a personified deity active in history.
Core tenetsMain article: Jewish principles of faith
13 Principles of Faith:
1.I believe with perfect faith that the Creator, Blessed be His Name, is the Creator and Guide of everything that has been created; He alone has made, does make, and will make all things.
2.I believe with perfect faith that the Creator, Blessed be His Name, is One, and that there is no unity in any manner like His, and that He alone is our God, who was, and is, and will be.
3.I believe with perfect faith that the Creator, Blessed be His Name, has no body, and that He is free from all the properties of matter, and that there can be no (physical) comparison to Him whatsoever.
4.I believe with perfect faith that the Creator, Blessed be His Name, is the first and the last.
5.I believe with perfect faith that to the Creator, Blessed be His Name, and to Him alone, it is right to pray, and that it is not right to pray to any being besides Him.
6.I believe with perfect faith that all the words of the prophets are true.
7.I believe with perfect faith that the prophecy of Moses our teacher, peace be upon him, was true, and that he was the chief of the prophets, both those who preceded him and those who followed him.
8.I believe with perfect faith that the entire Torah that is now in our possession is the same that was given to Moses our teacher, peace be upon him.
9.I believe with perfect faith that this Torah will not be exchanged, and that there will never be any other Torah from the Creator, Blessed be His Name.
10.I believe with perfect faith that the Creator, Blessed be His Name, knows all the deeds of human beings and all their thoughts, as it is written, "Who fashioned the hearts of them all, Who comprehends all their actions" (Psalms 33:15).
11.I believe with perfect faith that the Creator, Blessed be His Name, rewards those who keep His commandments and punishes those that transgress them.
12.I believe with perfect faith in the coming of the Messiah; and even though he may tarry, nonetheless, I wait every day for his coming.
13.I believe with perfect faith that there will be a revival of the dead at the time when it shall please the Creator, Blessed be His name, and His mention shall be exalted for ever and ever.
-MaimonidesScholars throughout Jewish history have proposed numerous formulations of Judaism's core tenets, all of which have met with criticism. The most popular formulation is Maimonides' thirteen principles of faith, developed in the 12th century. According to Maimonides, any Jew who rejects even one of these principles would be considered an apostate and a heretic. Jewish scholars have held points of view diverging in various ways from Maimonides' principles.
In Maimonides' time, his list of tenets was criticized by Hasdai Crescas and Joseph Albo. Albo and the Raavad argued that Maimonides' principles contained too many items that, while true, were not fundamentals of the faith.
Along these lines, the ancient historian Josephus emphasized practices and observances rather than religious beliefs, associating apostasy with a failure to observe Jewish law and maintaining that the requirements for conversion to Judaism included circumcision and adherence to traditional customs. Maimonides' principles were largely ignored over the next few centuries. Later, two poetic restatements of these principles ("Ani Ma'amin" and "Yigdal") became integrated into many Jewish liturgies,[citation needed] leading to their eventual near-universal acceptance.
In modern times, Judaism lacks a centralized authority that would dictate an exact religious dogma.Because of this, many different variations on the basic beliefs are considered within the scope of Judaism.Even so, all Jewish religious movements are, to a greater or lesser extent, based on the principles of the Hebrew Bible and various commentaries such as the Talmud and Midrash. Judaism also universally recognizes the Biblical Covenant between God and the Patriarch Abraham as well as the additional aspects of the Covenant revealed to Moses, who is considered Judaism's greatest prophet. In the Mishnah, a core text of Rabbinic Judaism, acceptance of the Divine origins of this covenant is considered an essential aspect of Judaism and those who reject the Covenant forfeit their share in the World to Come
The basis of Jewish law and tradition (halakha) is the Torah (also known as the Pentateuch or the Five Books of Moses). According to rabbinic tradition there are 613 commandments in the Torah. Some of these laws are directed only to men or to women, some only to the ancient priestly groups, the Kohanim and Leviyim (members of the tribe of Levi), some only to farmers within the Land of Israel. Many laws were only applicable when the Temple in Jerusalem existed, and fewer than 300 of these commandments are still applicable today.
While there have been Jewish groups whose beliefs were claimed to be based on the written text of the Torah alone (e.g., the Sadducees, and the Karaites), most Jews believed in what they call the oral law. These oral traditions were transmitted by the Pharisee sect of ancient Judaism, and were later recorded in written form and expanded upon by the rabbis.
Rabbinic Judaism (which derives from the Pharisees) has always held that the books of the Torah (called the written law) have always been transmitted in parallel with an oral tradition. To justify this viewpoint, Jews point to the text of the Torah, where many words are left undefined, and many procedures mentioned without explanation or instructions; this, they argue, means that the reader is assumed to be familiar with the details from other, i.e., oral, sources. This parallel set of material was originally transmitted orally, and came to be known as "the oral law".
By the time of Rabbi Judah haNasi (200 CE), after the destruction of Jerusalem, much of this material was edited together into the Mishnah. Over the next four centuries this law underwent discussion and debate in both of the world's major Jewish communities (in Israel and Babylonia), and the commentaries on the Mishnah from each of these communities eventually came to be edited together into compilations known as the two Talmuds. These have been expounded by commentaries of various Torah scholars during the ages.
Halakha, the rabbinic Jewish way of life, then, is based on a combined reading of the Torah, and the oral tradition - the Mishnah, the halakhic Midrash, the Talmud and its commentaries. The Halakha has developed slowly, through a precedent-based system. The literature of questions to rabbis, and their considered answers, is referred to as responsa (in Hebrew, Sheelot U-Teshuvot.) Over time, as practices develop, codes of Jewish law are written that are based on the responsa; the most important code, the Shulchan Aruch, largely determines Orthodox religious practice today.
Jewish philosophyMain article: Jewish philosophy
Jewish philosophy refers to the conjunction between serious study of philosophy and Jewish theology. Major Jewish philosophers include Solomon ibn Gabirol, Saadia Gaon, Judah Halevi, Maimonides, and Gersonides. Major changes occurred in response to the Enlightenment (late 18th to early 19th century) leading to the post-Enlightenment Jewish philosophers. Modern Jewish philosophy consists of both Orthodox and non-Orthodox oriented philosophy. Notable among Orthodox Jewish philosophers are Eliyahu Eliezer Dessler, Joseph B. Soloveitchik, and Yitzchok Hutner. Well-known non-Orthodox Jewish philosophers include Martin Buber, Franz Rosenzweig, Mordecai Kaplan, Abraham Joshua Heschel, Will Herberg, and Emmanuel Lévinas.
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Rabbinic hermeneutics13 Principles of Hermeneutics:
1.A law that operates under certain conditions will surely be operative in other situations where the same conditions are present in a more acute form
2.A law operating in one situation will also be operative in another situation, if the text characterizes both situations in identical terms.
3.A law that clearly expresses the purpose it was meant to serve will also apply to other situations where the identical purpose may be served.
4.When a general rule is followed by illustrative particulars, only those particulars are to be embraced by it.
5.A law that begins with specifying particular cases, and then proceeds to an all-embracing generalization, is to be applied to particulars cases not specified but logically falling into the same generalization.
6.A law that begins with a generalization as to its intended applications, then continues with the specification of particular cases, and then concludes with a restatement of the generalization, can be applied only to the particular cases specified.
7.The rules about a generalization being followed or preceded by specifying particulars (rules 4 and 5) will not apply if it is apparent that the specification of the particular cases or the statement of the generalization is meant purely for achieving a greater clarity of language.
8.A particular case already covered in a generalization that is nevertheless treated separately suggests that the same particularized treatment be applied to all other cases which are covered in that generalization.
9.A penalty specified for a general category of wrong-doing is not to be automatically applied to a particular case that is withdrawn from the general rule to be specifically prohibited, but without any mention of the penalty.
10.A general prohibition followed by a specified penalty may be followed by a particular case, normally included in the generalization, with a modification in penalty, either toward easing it or making it more severe.
11.A case logically falling into a general law but treated separately remains outside the provisions of the general law except in those instances where it is specifically included in them.
12.Obscurities in Biblical texts may be cleared up from the immediate context or from subsequently occurring passages
13.Contradictions in Biblical passages may be removed through the mediation of other passages.
-R. Ishmael Orthodox and many other Jews do not believe that the revealed Torah consists solely of its written contents, but of its interpretations as well. The study of Torah (in its widest sense, to include both poetry, narrative, and law, and both the Hebrew Bible and the Talmud) is in Judaism itself a sacred act of central importance. For the sages of the Mishnah and Talmud, and for their successors today, the study of Torah was therefore not merely a means to learn the contents of God's revelation, but an end in itself. According to the Talmud,
These are the things for which a person enjoys the dividends in this world while the principal remains for the person to enjoy in the world to come; they are: honoring parents, loving deeds of kindness, and making peace between one person and another. But the study of the Torah is equal to them all. (Talmud Shabbat 127a).
In Judaism, "the study of Torah can be a means of experiencing God". Reflecting on the contribution of the Amoraim and Tanaim to contemporary Judaism, Professor Jacob Neusner observed:
The rabbi's logical and rational inquiry is not mere logic-chopping. It is a most serious and substantive effort to locate in trivialities the fundamental principles of the revealed will of God to guide and sanctify the most specific and concrete actions in the workaday world .... Here is the mystery of Talmudic Judaism: the alien and remote conviction that the intellect is an instrument not of unbelief and desacralization but of sanctification."
To study the Written Torah and the Oral Torah in light of each other is thus also to study how to study the word of God.
In the study of Torah, the sages formulated and followed various logical and hermeneutical principles. According to David Stern, all Rabbinic hermeneutics rest on two basic axioms:
first, the belief in the omnisignificance of Scripture, in the meaningfulness of its every word, letter, even (according to one famous report) scribal flourish; second, the claim of the essential unity of Scripture as the expression of the single divine will.
These two principles make possible a great variety of interpretations. According to the Talmud,
A single verse has several meanings, but no two verses hold the same meaning. It was taught in the school of R. Ishmael: 'Behold, My word is like fire—declares the Lord—and like a hammer that shatters rock' (Jer 23:29). Just as this hammer produces many sparks (when it strikes the rock), so a single verse has several meanings." (Talmud Sanhedrin 34a).
Observant Jews thus view the Torah as dynamic, because it contains within it a host of interpretations
According to Rabbinic tradition, all valid interpretations of the written Torah were revealed to Moses at Sinai in oral form, and handed down from teacher to pupil (The oral revelation is in effect coextensive with the Talmud itself). When different rabbis forwarded conflicting interpretations, they sometimes appealed to hermeneutic principles to legitimize their arguments; some rabbis claim that these principles were themselves revealed by God to Moses at Sinai.
Thus, Hillel called attention to seven commonly used in the interpretation of laws (baraita at the beginning of Sifra); R. Ishmael, thirteen (baraita at the beginning of Sifra; this collection is largely an amplification of that of Hillel).Eliezer b. Jose ha-Gelili listed 32, largely used for the exegesis of narrative elements of Torah. All the hermeneutic rules scattered through the Talmudim and Midrashim have been collected by Malbim in Ayyelet ha-Shachar, the introduction to his commentary on the Sifra. Nevertheless, R. Ishmael's 13 principles are perhaps the ones most widely known; they constitute an important, and one of Judaism's earliest, contributions to logic, hermeneutics, and jurisprudence. Judah Hadassi incorporated Ishmael's principles into Karaite Judaism in the 12th century.Today R. Ishmael's 13 principles are incorporated into the Jewish prayer book to be read by observant Jews on a daily basis.
Jewish identityOrigin of the term "Judaism"The term Judaism derives from the Latin Iudaismus, derived from the Greek Ιουδαϊσμός Ioudaïsmos, and ultimately from the Hebrew יהודה, Yehudah, "Judah"; in Hebrew: יַהֲדוּת, Yahadut. It first appears as the Hellenistic Greek iudaismos in 2nd Maccabees in the 2nd century BCE. In the context of the age and period it held the meaning of seeking or forming part of a cultural entity, that of iudea, the Greek derivative of Persian Yehud, and can be compared with hellenismos, meaning acceptance of Hellenic cultural norms (the conflict between iudaismos and hellenismos lay behind the Maccabeean revolt and hence the invention of the term iudaismos). The earliest instance of the term in English, used to mean "the profession or practice of the Jewish religion; the religious system or polity of the Jews", is Robert Fabyan's The newe cronycles of Englande and of Fraunce a 1513. As an English translation of the Latin, the first instance in English is a 1611 translation of the Apocrypha(Deuterocanon in Catholic and Orthodox Christianity), 2 Macc. ii. 21 "Those that behaved themselues manfully to their honour for Iudaisme."
Distinction between Jews as a people and JudaismAccording to Daniel Boyarin, the underlying distinction between religion and ethnicity is foreign to Judaism itself, and is one form of the dualism between spirit and flesh that has its origin in Platonic philosophy and that permeated Hellenistic Judaism. Consequently, in his view, Judaism does not fit easily into conventional Western categories, such as religion, ethnicity, or culture. Boyarin suggests that this in part reflects the fact that much of Judaism's more than 3,000-year history predates the rise of Western culture and occurred outside the West (that is, Europe, particularly medieval and modern Europe). During this time, Jews have experienced slavery, anarchic and theocratic self-government, conquest, occupation, and exile; in the Diasporas, they have been in contact with and have been influenced by ancient Egyptian, Babylonian, Persian, and Hellenic cultures, as well as modern movements such as the Enlightenment (see Haskalah) and the rise of nationalism, which would bear fruit in the form of a Jewish state in the Levant. They also saw an elite convert to Judaism (the Khazars), only to disappear as the centers of power in the lands once occupied by that elite fell to the people of Rus and then the Mongols. Thus, Boyarin has argued that "Jewishness disrupts the very categories of identity, because it is not national, not genealogical, not religious, but all of these, in dialectical tension."
In contrast to this point of view, practices such as Humanistic Judaism reject the religious aspects of Judaism, while retaining certain cultural traditions.
Who is a Jew?Main article: Who is a Jew?
According to traditional Jewish Law, a Jew is anyone born of a Jewish mother or converted to Judaism in accordance with Jewish Law. American Reform Judaism and British Liberal Judaism accept the child of one Jewish parent (father or mother) as Jewish if the parents raise the child with a Jewish identity. All mainstream forms of Judaism today are open to sincere converts, although conversion has traditionally been discouraged since the time of the Talmud. The conversion process is evaluated by an authority, and the convert is examined on his or her sincerity and knowledge. Converts are given the name "ben Abraham" or "bat Abraham", (son or daughter of Abraham).
Traditional Judaism maintains that a Jew, whether by birth or conversion, is a Jew forever. Thus a Jew who claims to be an atheist or converts to another religion is still considered by traditional Judaism to be Jewish. According to some sources, the Reform movement has maintained that a Jew who has converted to another religion is no longer a Jew, and the Israeli Government has also taken that stance after Supreme Court cases and statutes.However, the Reform movement has indicated that this is not so cut and dry, and different situations call for consideration and differing actions. For example, Jews who have converted under duress may be permitted to return to Judaism "without any action on their part but their desire to rejoin the Jewish community" and "A proselyte who has become an apostate remains, nevertheless, a Jew".
The question of what determines Jewish identity in the State of Israel was given new impetus when, in the 1950s, David Ben-Gurion requested opinions on mihu Yehudi ("who is a Jew") from Jewish religious authorities and intellectuals worldwide in order to settle citizenship questions. This is still not settled, and occasionally resurfaces in Israeli politics.
Jewish demographicsMain article: Jewish population
The total number of Jews worldwide is difficult to assess because the definition of "who is a Jew" is problematic; not all Jews identify themselves as Jewish, and some who identify as Jewish are not considered so by other Jews. According to the Jewish Year Book (1901), the global Jewish population in 1900 was around 11 million. The latest available data is from the World Jewish Population Survey of 2002 and the Jewish Year Calendar (2005). In 2002, according to the Jewish Population Survey, there were 13.3 million Jews around the world. The Jewish Year Calendar cites 14.6 million. Jewish population growth is currently near zero percent, with 0.3% growth from 2000 to 2001.
Jewish religious movementsMain article: Jewish religious movements
Rabbinic JudaismRabbinic Judaism (or in some Christian traditions, Rabbinism) (Hebrew: "Yahadut Rabanit" - יהדות רבנית) has been the mainstream form of Judaism since the 6th century CE, after the codification of the Talmud. It is characterised by the belief that the Written Torah (Law) cannot be correctly interpreted without reference to the Oral Torah and by the voluminous literature specifying what behavior is sanctioned by the law (called halakha, "the way").
The Jewish Enlightenment of the late 18th century resulted in the division of Ashkenazi (Western) Jewry into religious movements or denominations, especially in North America and Anglophone countries. The main denominations today outside Israel (where the situation is rather different) are Orthodox, Conservative, and Reform.
Orthodox Judaism holds that both the Written and Oral Torah were divinely revealed to Moses, and that the laws within it are binding and unchanging. Orthodox Jews generally consider commentaries on the Shulchan Aruch (a condensed codification of halakha that largely favored Sephardic traditions) to be the definitive codification of Jewish law. Orthodoxy places a high importance on Maimonides' 13 principles as a definition of Jewish faith.
Orthodoxy is often divided into Modern Orthodox Judaism and Haredi Judaism. Haredi Judaism is less accommodating to modernity and has less interest in non-Jewish disciplines, and it may be distinguished from Modern Orthodox Judaism in practice by its styles of dress and more stringent practices. Subsets of Haredi Judaism include: Hasidic Judaism, which is rooted in the Kabbalah and distinguished by reliance on a Rebbe or religious teacher; and Sephardic Haredi Judaism, which emerged among Sephardic (Asian and North African) Jews in Israel.
Conservative Judaism, known as Masorti outside the United States and Canada, is characterized by a commitment to traditional Jewish laws and customs, including observance of Shabbat and kashrut, a deliberately non-fundamentalist teaching of Jewish principles of faith, a positive attitude toward modern culture, and an acceptance of both traditional rabbinic and modern scholarship when considering Jewish religious texts. Conservative Judaism teaches that Jewish law is not static, but has always developed in response to changing conditions. It holds that the Torah is a divine document written by prophets inspired by God and reflecting his will, but rejects the Orthodox position that it was dictated by God to Moses. Conservative Judaism holds that the Oral Law is divine and normative, but holds that both the Written and Oral Law may be interpreted by the rabbis to reflect modern sensibilities and suit modern conditions.
Reform Judaism, called Liberal or Progressive Judaism in many countries, defines Judaism as a religion rather than as a race or culture, rejects most of the ritual and ceremonial laws of the Torah while observing moral laws, and emphasizes the ethical call of the Prophets. Reform Judaism has developed an egalitarian prayer service in the vernacular (along with Hebrew in many cases) and emphasizes personal connection to Jewish tradition.
A Reform synagogue with mixed seating and equal participation of men and womenReconstructionist Judaism, like Reform Judaism, does not hold that Jewish law, as such, requires observance, but unlike Reform, Reconstructionist thought emphasizes the role of the community in deciding what observances to follow.
Jewish Renewal is a recent North American movement which focuses on spirituality and social justice, but does not address issues of Jewish law. Men and women participate equally in prayer.
Humanistic Judaism is a small non-theistic movement centered in North America and Israel that emphasizes Jewish culture and history as the sources of Jewish identity.
Jewish movements in IsraelMain article: Religion in Israel
Most Jewish Israelis classify themselves as "secular" (hiloni), "traditional" (masorti), "religious" (dati) or Haredi. The term "secular" is more popular as a self-description among Israeli families of western (European) origin, whose Jewish identity may be a very powerful force in their lives, but who see it as largely independent of traditional religious belief and practice. This portion of the population largely ignores organized religious life, be it of the official Israeli rabbinate (Orthodox) or of the liberal movements common to diaspora Judaism (Reform, Conservative).
The term "traditional" (masorti) is most common as a self-description among Israeli families of "eastern" origin (i.e., the Middle East, Central Asia, and North Africa). This term, as commonly used, has nothing to do with the official Masorti (Conservative) movement. There is a great deal of ambiguity in the ways "secular" and "traditional" are used in Israel: they often overlap, and they cover an extremely wide range in terms of ideology and religious observance. The term "Orthodox" is not popular in Israeli discourse, although the percentage of Jews who come under that category is far greater than in the diaspora. What would be called "Orthodox" in the diaspora includes what is commonly called dati (religious) or haredi (ultra-Orthodox) in Israel. The former term includes what is called "Religious Zionism" or the "National Religious" community, as well as what has become known over the past decade or so as haredi-leumi (nationalist haredi), or "Hardal", which combines a largely haredi lifestyle with nationalist ideology. (Some people, in Yiddish, also refer to observant Orthodox Jews as frum, as opposed to frei (more liberal Jews)).
Haredi applies to a populace that can be roughly divided into three separate groups along both ethnic and ideological lines: (1) "Lithuanian" (non-hasidic) haredim of Ashkenazic origin; (2) Hasidic haredim of Ashkenazic origin; and (3) Sephardic haredim.
Alternative JudaismMain article: Alternative Judaism
Karaite Judaism defines itself as the remnants of the non-Rabbinic Jewish sects of the Second Temple period, such as the Sadducees. The Karaites ("Scripturalists") accept only the Hebrew Bible and what they view as the Peshat ("simple" meaning); they do not accept non-biblical writings as authoritative. Some European Karaites do not see themselves as part of the Jewish community at all, although most do. The Samaritans, a very small community located entirely around Mount Gerizim in the Nablus/Shechem region of the West Bank and in Holon, near Tel Aviv in Israel, regard themselves as the descendants of the Israelites of the Iron Age kingdom of Israel. Their religious practices are those of Judaism, but they regard only the written Torah as authoritative scripture (with a special regard also for the Book of Joshua).
Jewish observancesJewish ethicsMain article: Jewish ethics
Jewish ethics may be guided by halakhic traditions, by other moral principles, or by central Jewish virtues. Jewish ethical practice is typically understood to be marked by values such as justice, truth, peace, loving-kindness (chesed), compassion, humility, and self-respect. Specific Jewish ethical practices include practices of charity (tzedakah) and refraining from negative speech (lashon hara). Proper ethical practices regarding sexuality and many other issues are subjects of dispute among Jews.
PrayersMain article: Jewish services
A Yemenite Jew at morning prayers, wearing a kippah skullcap, prayer shawl and tefillinTraditionally, Jews recite prayers three times daily, Shacharit, Mincha, and Ma'ariv with a fourth prayer, Mussaf added on Shabbat and holidays. At the heart of each service is the Amidah or Shemoneh Esrei. Another key prayer in many services is the declaration of faith, the Shema Yisrael (or Shema). The Shema is the recitation of a verse from the Torah (Deuteronomy 6:4): Shema Yisrael Adonai Eloheinu Adonai Echad—"Hear, O Israel! The Lord is our God! The Lord is One!"
Most of the prayers in a traditional Jewish service can be recited in solitary prayer, although communal prayer is preferred. Communal prayer requires a quorum of ten adult Jews, called a minyan. In nearly all Orthodox and a few Conservative circles, only male Jews are counted toward a minyan; most Conservative Jews and members of other Jewish denominations count female Jews as well.
In addition to prayer services, observant traditional Jews recite prayers and benedictions throughout the day when performing various acts. Prayers are recited upon waking up in the morning, before eating or drinking different foods, after eating a meal, and so on.
The approach to prayer varies among the Jewish denominations. Differences can include the texts of prayers, the frequency of prayer, the number of prayers recited at various religious events, the use of musical instruments and choral music, and whether prayers are recited in the traditional liturgical languages or the vernacular. In general, Orthodox and Conservative congregations adhere most closely to tradition, and Reform and Reconstructionist synagogues are more likely to incorporate translations and contemporary writings in their services. Also, in most Conservative synagogues, and all Reform and Reconstructionist congregations, women participate in prayer services on an equal basis with men, including roles traditionally filled only by men, such as reading from the Torah. In addition, many Reform temples use musical accompaniment such as organs and mixed choirs.
Religious clothingFurther information: kippah, tzitzit, and tefillin
A kippah (Hebrew: כִּפָּה, plural kippot; Yiddish: יאַרמלקע, yarmulke) is a slightly rounded brimless skullcap worn by many Jews while praying, eating, reciting blessings, or studying Jewish religious texts, and at all times by some Jewish men. In Orthodox communities, only men wear kippot; in non-Orthodox communities, some women also wear kippot. Kippot range in size from a small round beanie that covers only the back of the head, to a large, snug cap that covers the whole crown.
Tzitzit (Hebrew: צִיציִת) (Ashkenazi pronunciation: tzitzis) are special knotted "fringes" or "tassels" found on the four corners of the tallit (Hebrew: טַלִּית) (Ashkenazi pronunciation: tallis), or prayer shawl. The tallit is worn by Jewish men and some Jewish women during the prayer service. Customs vary regarding when a Jew begins wearing a tallit. In the Sephardi community, boys wear a tallit from bar mitzvah age. In some Ashkenazi communities it is customary to wear one only after marriage. A tallit katan (small tallit) is a fringed garment worn under the clothing throughout the day. In some Orthodox circles, the fringes are allowed to hang freely outside the clothing.
Tefillin (Hebrew: תְפִלִּין), known in English as phylacteries (from the Greek word φυλακτήριον, meaning safeguard or amulet), are two square leather boxes containing biblical verses, attached to the forehead and wound around the left arm by leather straps. They are worn during weekday morning prayer by observant Jewish men and some Jewish women.
A kittel (Yiddish: קיטל), a white knee-length overgarment, is worn by prayer leaders and some observant traditional Jews on the High Holidays. It is traditional for the head of the household to wear a kittel at the Passover seder in some communities, and some grooms wear one under the wedding canopy. Jewish males are buried in a tallit and sometimes also a kittel which are part of the tachrichim (burial garments).
Jewish holidaysMain article: Jewish holiday
Jewish holidays are special days in the Jewish calendar, which celebrate moments in Jewish history, as well as central themes in the relationship between God and the world, such as creation, revelation, and redemption.
ShabbatMain article: Shabbat
Two braided Shabbat challahs placed under an embroidered challah cover at the start of the Shabbat mealShabbat, the weekly day of rest lasting from shortly before sundown on Friday night to nightfall Saturday night, commemorates God's day of rest after six days of creation.It plays a pivotal role in Jewish practice and is governed by a large corpus of religious law. At sundown on Friday, the woman of the house welcomes the Shabbat by lighting two or more candles and reciting a blessing. The evening meal begins with the Kiddush, a blessing recited aloud over a cup of wine, and the Mohtzi, a blessing recited over the bread. It is customary to have challah, two braided loaves of bread, on the table. During Shabbat Jews are forbidden to engage in any activity that falls under 39 categories of melakhah, translated literally as "work". In fact the activities banned on the Sabbath are not "work" in the usual sense: They include such actions as lighting a fire, writing, using money and carrying in the public domain. The prohibition of lighting a fire has been extended in the modern era to driving a car, which involves burning fuel, and using electricity.
Three pilgrimage festivalsMain article: Shalosh regalim
Sukkahs in JerusalemJewish holy days (chaggim), celebrate landmark events in Jewish history, such as the Exodus from Egypt and the giving of the Torah, and sometimes mark the change of seasons and transitions in the agricultural cycle. The three major festivals, Sukkot, Passover and Shavuot, are called "regalim" (derived from the Hebrew word "regel", or foot). On the three regalim, it was customary for the Israelites to make pilgrimages to Jerusalem to offer sacrifices in the Temple.
Passover (Pesach) is a week-long holiday beginning on the evening of the 14th day of Nisan (the first month in the Hebrew calendar), that commemorates the Exodus from Egypt. Outside Israel, Passover is celebrated for eight days. In ancient times, it coincided with the barley harvest. It is the only holiday that centers on home-service, the Seder. Leavened products (chametz) are removed from the house prior to the holiday, and are not consumed throughout the week. Homes are thoroughly cleaned to ensure no bread or bread by-products remain, and a symbolic burning of the last vestiges of chametz is conducted on the morning of the Seder. Matzo is eaten instead of bread.
Shavuot ("Pentecost" or "Feast of Weeks") celebrates the revelation of the Torah to the Israelites on Mount Sinai. Also known as the Festival of Bikurim, or first fruits, it coincided in biblical times with the wheat harvest. Shavuot customs include all-night study marathons known as Tikkun Leil Shavuot, eating dairy foods (cheesecake and blintzes are special favorites), reading the Book of Ruth, decorating homes and synagogues with greenery, and wearing white clothing, symbolizing purity.
Sukkot ("Tabernacles" or "The Festival of Booths") commemorates the Israelites' forty years of wandering through the desert on their way to the Promised Land. It is celebrated through the construction of temporary booths called sukkot (sing. sukkah) that represent the temporary shelters of the Israelites during their wandering. It coincides with the fruit harvest, and marks the end of the agricultural cycle. Jews around the world eat in sukkot for seven days and nights. Sukkot concludes with Shemini Atzeret, where Jews begin to pray for rain and Simchat Torah, "Rejoicing of the Torah", a holiday which marks reaching the end of the Torah reading cycle and beginning all over again. The occasion is celebrated with singing and dancing with the Torah scrolls. Shemini Atzeret and Simchat Torah are technically considered to be a separate holiday and not a part of Sukkot.
High Holy DaysMain article: High Holidays
Jews praying in a synagogue on Yom Kippur, from an 1878 painting by Maurycy GottliebThe High Holidays (Yamim Noraim or "Days of Awe") revolve around judgment and forgiveness.
Rosh Hashanah, (also Yom Ha-Zikkaron or "Day of Remembrance", and Yom Teruah, or "Day of the Sounding of the Shofar"). Rosh Hashanah is the Jewish New Year (literally, "head of the year"), although it falls on the first day of the seventh month of the Hebrew calendar, Tishri. Rosh Hashanah marks the beginning of the 10-day period of atonement leading up to Yom Kippur, during which Jews are commanded to search their souls and make amends for sins committed, intentionally or not, throughout the year. Holiday customs include blowing the shofar, or ram's horn, in the synagogue, eating apples and honey, and saying blessings over a variety of symbolic foods, such as pomegranates.
Yom Kippur, ("Day of Atonement") is the holiest day of the Jewish year. It is a day of communal fasting and praying for forgiveness for one's sins. Observant Jews spend the entire day in the synagogue, sometimes with a short break in the afternoon, reciting prayers from a special holiday prayerbook called a "Machzor". Many non-religious Jews make a point of attending synagogue services and fasting on Yom Kippur. On the eve of Yom Kippur, before candles are lit, a prefast meal, the "seuda mafseket", is eaten. Synagogue services on the eve of Yom Kippur begin with the Kol Nidre prayer. It is customary to wear white on Yom Kippur, especially for Kol Nidre, and leather shoes are not worn. The following day, prayers are held from morning to evening. The final prayer service, called "Ne'ilah", ends with a long blast of the shofar.
PurimMain article: Purim
Purim street scene in JerusalemPurim (Hebrew: פורים (help·info) Pûrîm "lots") is a joyous Jewish holiday that commemorates the deliverance of the Persian Jews from the plot of the evil Haman, who sought to exterminate them, as recorded in the biblical Book of Esther. It is characterized by public recitation of the Book of Esther, mutual gifts of food and drink, charity to the poor, and a celebratory meal (Esther 9:22). Other customs include drinking wine, eating special pastries called hamantashen, dressing up in masks and costumes, and organizing carnivals and parties.
Purim is celebrated annually on the 14th of the Hebrew month of Adar, which occurs in February or March of the Gregorian calendar.
HanukkahMain article: Hanukkah
Hanukkah (Hebrew: חֲנֻכָּה, "dedication") also known as the Festival of Lights, is an eight day Jewish holiday that starts on the 25th day of Kislev (Hebrew calendar). The festival is observed in Jewish homes by the kindling of lights on each of the festival's eight nights, one on the first night, two on the second night and so on.
The holiday was called Hanukkah (meaning "dedication") because it marks the re-dedication of the Temple after its desecration by Antiochus IV Epiphanes. Spiritually, Hanukkah commemorates the "Miracle of the Oil". According to the Talmud, at the re-dedication of the Temple in Jerusalem following the victory of the Maccabees over the Seleucid Empire, there was only enough consecrated oil to fuel the eternal flame in the Temple for one day. Miraculously, the oil burned for eight days - which was the length of time it took to press, prepare and consecrate new oil.
Hanukkah is not mentioned in the Bible and was never considered a major holiday in Judaism, but it has become much more visible and widely celebrated in modern times, mainly because it falls around the same time as Christmas and has national Jewish overtones that have been emphasized since the establishment of the State of Israel.
Other holidaysMain article: Tisha B'Av
Main articles: Yom Hashoah and Yom Ha'atzmaut
Tisha B'Av (Hebrew: תשעה באב or ט׳ באב, "the Ninth of Av") is a holiday of mourning and fasting commemorating the destruction of the First and Second Temples and the expulsion of the Jews from Spain.
The modern holidays of Yom Ha-shoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) and Yom Ha'atzmaut (Israeli Independence Day) commemorate the horrors of the Holocaust and the achievement of Israel independence, respectively.
Torah readingsMain article: Torah reading
The core of festival and Shabbat prayer services is the public reading of the Torah, along with connected readings from the other books of the Tanakh, called Haftarah. Over the course of a year, the whole Torah is read, with the cycle starting over in the autumn, on Simchat Torah.
Synagogues and religious buildingsMain article: Synagogue
Interior of the Esnoga synagogue in AmsterdamSynagogues are Jewish houses of prayer and study. They usually contain separate rooms for prayer (the main sanctuary), smaller rooms for study, and often an area for community or educational use. There is no set blueprint for synagogues and the architectural shapes and interior designs of synagogues vary greatly. The Reform movement mostly refer to their synagogues as temples. Some traditional features of a synagogue are:
The ark (called aron ha-kodesh by Ashkenazim and hekhal by Sephardim) where the Torah scrolls are kept (the ark is often closed with an ornate curtain (parochet) outside or inside the ark doors);
The elevated reader's platform (called bimah by Ashkenazim and tebah by Sephardim), where the Torah is read (and services are conducted in Sephardi synagogues);
The eternal light (ner tamid), a continually lit lamp or lantern used as a reminder of the constantly lit menorah of the Temple in Jerusalem
The pulpit, or amud, a lectern facing the Ark where the hazzan or prayer leader stands while praying.
In addition to synagogues, other buildings of significance in Judaism include yeshivas, or institutions of Jewish learning, and mikvahs, which are ritual baths.
Dietary laws: KashrutMain article: Kashrut
The Jewish dietary laws are known as kashrut. Food prepared in accordance with them is termed kosher, and food that is not kosher is also known as treifah or treif. People who observe these laws are colloquially said to be "keeping kosher".
Many of the laws apply to animal-based foods. For example, in order to be considered kosher, mammals must have split hooves and chew their cud. The pig is arguably the most well-known example of a non-kosher animal. Although it has split hooves, it does not chew its cud.For seafood to be kosher, the animal must have fins and scales. Certain types of seafood, such as shellfish, crustaceans, and eels, are therefore considered non-kosher. Concerning birds, a list of non-kosher species is given in the Torah. The exact translations of many of the species have not survived, and some non-kosher birds' identities are no longer certain. However, traditions exist about the kashrut status of a few birds. For example, both chickens and turkeys are permitted in most communities. Other types of animals, such as amphibians, reptiles, and most insects, are prohibited altogether.
In addition to the requirement that the species be considered kosher, meat and poultry (but not fish) must come from a healthy animal slaughtered in a process known as shechitah. Without the proper slaughtering practices even an otherwise kosher animal will be rendered treif. The slaughtering process is intended to be quick and relatively painless to the animal. Forbidden parts of animals include the blood, some fats, and the area in and around the sciatic nerve.
Jewish law also forbids the consumption of meat and dairy products together. The waiting period between eating meat and eating dairy varies by the order in which they are consumed and by community, and can extend for up to six hours. Based on the Biblical injunction against cooking a kid in its mother's milk, this rule is mostly derived from the Oral Torah, the Talmud and Rabbinic law. Chicken and other kosher birds are considered the same as meat under the laws of kashrut, but the prohibition is Rabbinic, not Biblical.
The use of dishes, serving utensils, and ovens may make food treif that would otherwise be kosher. Utensils that have been used to prepare non-kosher food, or dishes that have held meat and are now used for dairy products, render the food treif under certain conditions.
Furthermore, all Orthodox and some Conservative authorities forbid the consumption of processed grape products made by non-Jews, due to ancient pagan practices of using wine in rituals. Some Conservative authorities permit wine and grape juice made without rabbinic supervision.
The Torah does not give specific reasons for most of the laws of kashrut.However, a number of explanations have been offered, including maintaining ritual purity, teaching impulse control, encouraging obedience to God, improving health, reducing cruelty to animals and preserving the distinctness of the Jewish community. The various categories of dietary laws may have developed for different reasons, and some may exist for multiple reasons. For example, people are forbidden from consuming the blood of birds and mammals because, according to the Torah, this is where animal souls are contained. In contrast, the Torah forbids Israelites from eating non-kosher species because "they are unclean". The Kabbalah describes sparks of holiness that are released by the act of eating kosher foods, but are too tightly bound in non-kosher foods to be released by eating.
Survival concerns supersede all the laws of kashrut, as they do for most halakhot.
Laws of ritual purityMain article: Tumah
The Tanakh describes circumstances in which a person who is tahor or ritually pure may become tamei or ritually impure. Some of these circumstances are contact with human corpses or graves, seminal flux, vaginal flux, menstruation, and contact with people who have become impure from any of these. In Rabbinic Judaism, Kohanim, members of the hereditary caste that served as priests in the time of the Temple, are mostly restricted from entering grave sites and touching dead bodies.
Family purityMain article: Niddah
An important subcategory of the ritual purity laws relates to the segregation of menstruating women. These laws are also known as niddah, literally "separation", or family purity. Vital aspects of halakha for traditionally observant Jews, they are not usually followed by Jews in liberal denominations.
Especially in Orthodox Judaism, the Biblical laws are augmented by Rabbinical injunctions. For example, the Torah mandates that a woman in her normal menstrual period must abstain from sexual intercourse for seven days. A woman whose menstruation is prolonged must continue to abstain for seven more days after bleeding has stopped. The Rabbis conflated ordinary niddah with this extended menstrual period, known in the Torah as zavah, and mandated that a woman may not have sexual intercourse with her husband from the time she begins her menstrual flow until seven days after it ends. In addition, Rabbinical law forbids the husband from touching or sharing a bed with his wife during this period. Afterwards, purification can occur in a ritual bath called a mikveh.
Traditional Ethiopian Jews keep menstruating women in separate huts and, similar to Karaite practice, do not allow menstruating women into their temples because of a temple's special sanctity. Emigration to Israel and the influence of other Jewish denominations have led to Ethiopian Jews adopting more normative Jewish practices.
Life-cycle eventsLife-cycle events, or rites of passage, occur throughout a Jew's life that serve to strengthen Jewish identity and bind him/her to the entire community.
Brit milah - Welcoming male babies into the covenant through the rite of circumcision on their eighth day of life. The baby boy is also given his Hebrew name in the ceremony. A naming ceremony intended as a parallel ritual for girls, named zeved habat or brit bat, enjoys limited popularity.
Bar mitzvah and Bat mitzvah - This passage from childhood to adulthood takes place when a female Jew is twelve and a male Jew is thirteen years old among Orthodox and some Conservative congregations. In the Reform movement, both girls and boys have their bat/bar mitzvah at age thirteen. This is often commemorated by having the new adults, male only in the Orthodox tradition, lead the congregation in prayer and publicly read a "portion" of the Torah.
Marriage - Marriage is an extremely important lifecycle event. A wedding takes place under a chupah, or wedding canopy, which symbolizes a happy house. At the end of the ceremony, the groom breaks a glass with his foot, symbolizing the continuous mourning for the destruction of the Temple, and the scattering of the Jewish people.
Death and Mourning - Judaism has a multi-staged mourning practice. The first stage is called the shiva (literally "seven", observed for one week) during which it is traditional to sit at home and be comforted by friends and family, the second is the shloshim (observed for one month) and for those who have lost one of their parents, there is a third stage, avelut yud bet chodesh, which is observed for eleven months.
Community leadershipClassical priesthoodThe role of the priesthood in Judaism has significantly diminished since the destruction of the Second Temple in 70 CE, when priests attended to the Temple and sacrifices. The priesthood is an inherited position, and although priests no longer have any but ceremonial duties, they are still honored in many Jewish communities. Many Orthodox Jewish communities believe that they will be needed again for a future Third Temple and need to remain in readiness for future duty.
Kohen (priest) - patrilineal descendant of Aaron, brother of Moses. In the Temple, the kohanim were charged with performing the sacrifices. Today, a Kohen is the first one called up at the reading of the Torah, performs the Priestly Blessing, as well as complying with other unique laws and ceremonies, including the ceremony of redemption of the first-born.
Levi (Levite) - Patrilineal descendant of Levi the son of Jacob. In the Temple in Jerusalem, the levites sang Psalms, performed construction, maintenance, janitorial, and guard duties, assisted the priests, and sometimes interpreted the law and Temple ritual to the public. Today, a Levite is called up second to the reading of the Torah.
Prayer leadersFrom the time of the Mishnah and Talmud to the present, Judaism has required specialists or authorities for the practice of very few rituals or ceremonies. A Jew can fulfill most requirements for prayer by himself. Some activities—reading the Torah and haftarah (a supplementary portion from the Prophets or Writings), the prayer for mourners, the blessings for bridegroom and bride, the complete grace after meals—require a minyan, the presence of ten Jews.
The most common professional clergy in a synagogue are:
Rabbi of a congregation - Jewish scholar who is charged with answering the legal questions of a congregation. This role requires ordination by the congregation's preferred authority (i.e. from a respected Orthodox rabbi or, if the congregation is Conservative or Reform, from academic seminaries). A congregation does not necessarily require a rabbi. Some congregations have a rabbi but also allow members of the congregation to act as shatz or baal kriyah (see below).
Hassidic Rebbe - rabbi who is the head of a Hasidic dynasty.
Hazzan (note: the "h" denotes voiceless pharyngeal fricative) (cantor) - a trained vocalist who acts as shatz. Chosen for a good voice, knowledge of traditional tunes, understanding of the meaning of the prayers and sincerity in reciting them. A congregation does not need to have a dedicated hazzan.
Jewish prayer services do involve two specified roles, which are sometimes, but not always, filled by a rabbi and/or hazzan in many congregations. In other congregations these roles are filled on an ad-hoc basis by members of the congregation who lead portions of services on a rotating basis:
Shaliach tzibur or Shatz (leader—literally "agent" or "representative"—of the congregation) leads those assembled in prayer, and sometimes prays on behalf of the community. When a shatz recites a prayer on behalf of the congregation, he is not acting as an intermediary but rather as a facilitator. The entire congregation participates in the recital of such prayers by saying amen at their conclusion; it is with this act that the shatz's prayer becomes the prayer of the congregation. Any adult capable of reciting the prayers clearly may act as shatz. In Orthodox congregations and some Conservative congregations, only men can be prayer leaders, but all Progressive communities now allow women to serve in this function.
The Baal kriyah or baal koreh (master of the reading) reads the weekly Torah portion. The requirements for being the baal kriyah are the same as those for the shatz. These roles are not mutually exclusive. The same person is often qualified to fill more than one role, and often does. Often there are several people capable of filling these roles and different services (or parts of services) will be led by each.
Many congregations, especially larger ones, also rely on a:
Gabbai (sexton) - Calls people up to the Torah, appoints the shatz for each prayer session if there is no standard shatz, and makes certain that the synagogue is kept clean and supplied.
The three preceding positions are usually voluntary and considered an honor. Since the Enlightenment large synagogues have often adopted the practice of hiring rabbis and hazzans to act as shatz and baal kriyah, and this is still typically the case in many Conservative and Reform congregations. However, in most Orthodox synagogues these positions are filled by laypeople on a rotating or ad-hoc basis. Although most congregations hire one or more Rabbis, the use of a professional hazzan is generally declining in American congregations, and the use of professionals for other offices is rarer still.
Specialized religious rolesDayan (judge) - An ordained rabbi with special legal training who belongs to a beth din (rabbinical court). In Israel, religious courts handle marriage and divorce cases, conversion and financial disputes in the Jewish community.
Mohel (circumciser) - An expert in the laws of circumcision who has received training from a previously qualified mohel and performs the brit milah (circumcision).
Shochet (ritual slaughterer) - In order for meat to be kosher, it must be slaughtered by a shochet who is an expert in the laws of kashrut and has been trained by another shochet.
Sofer (scribe) - Torah scrolls, tefillin (phylacteries), mezuzot (scrolls put on doorposts), and gittin (bills of divorce) must be written by a sofer who is an expert in Hebrew calligraphy and has undergone rigorous training in the laws of writing sacred texts.
Rosh yeshiva - A Torah scholar who runs a yeshiva.
Mashgiach of a yeshiva - Depending on which yeshiva, might either be the person responsible for ensuring attendance and proper conduct, or even supervise the emotional and spiritual welfare of the students and give lectures on mussar (Jewish ethics).
Mashgiach - Supervises manufacturers of kosher food, importers, caterers and restaurants to ensure that the food is kosher. Must be an expert in the laws of kashrut and trained by a rabbi, if not a rabbi himself.
HistoryMain article: Jewish history
OriginsMain article: Origins of Judaism
Further information: Ancient Semitic religion
Scenes from the Book of Esther decorate the Dura-Europos synagogue dating from 244 CEAt its core, the Tanakh is an account of the Israelites' relationship with God from their earliest history until the building of the Second Temple (c. 535 BCE). Abraham is hailed as the first Hebrew and the father of the Jewish people. As a reward for his act of faith in one God, he was promised that Isaac, his second son, would inherit the Land of Israel (then called Canaan). Later, Jacob and his children were enslaved in Egypt, and God commanded Moses to lead the Exodus from Egypt. At Mount Sinai they received the Torah - the five books of Moses. These books, together with Nevi'im and Ketuvim are known as Torah Shebikhtav as opposed to the Oral Torah, which refers to the Mishna and the Talmud. Eventually, God led them to the land of Israel where the tabernacle was planted in the city of Shiloh for over 300 years to rally the nation against attacking enemies. As time went on, the spiritual level of the nation declined to the point that God allowed the Philistines to capture the tabernacle. The people of Israel then told Samuel the prophet that they needed to be governed by a permanent king, and Samuel appointed Saul to be their King. When the people pressured Saul into going against a command conveyed to him by Samuel, God told Samuel to appoint David in his stead.
The Western Wall in Jerusalem is a remnant of the wall encircling the Second Temple. The Temple Mount is the holiest site in Judaism.Once King David was established, he told the prophet Nathan that he would like to build a permanent temple, and as a reward for his actions, God promised David that he would allow his son, Solomon, to build the first permanent temple and the throne would never depart from his children.
Rabbinic tradition holds that the details and interpretation of the law, which are called the Oral Torah or oral law, were originally an unwritten tradition based upon what God told Moses on Mount Sinai. However, as the persecutions of the Jews increased and the details were in danger of being forgotten, these oral laws were recorded by Rabbi Judah haNasi (Judah the Prince) in the Mishnah, redacted circa 200 CE. The Talmud was a compilation of both the Mishnah and the Gemara, rabbinic commentaries redacted over the next three centuries. The Gemara originated in two major centers of Jewish scholarship, Palestine and Babylonia. Correspondingly, two bodies of analysis developed, and two works of Talmud were created. The older compilation is called the Jerusalem Talmud. It was compiled sometime during the 4th century in Israel. The Babylonian Talmud was compiled from discussions in the houses of study by the scholars Ravina I, Ravina II, and Rav Ashi by 500 CE, although it continued to be edited later.
Some critical scholars oppose the view that the sacred texts, including the Hebrew Bible, were divinely inspired. Many of these scholars accept the general principles of the documentary hypothesis and suggest that the Torah consists of inconsistent texts edited together in a way that calls attention to divergent accounts. Many suggest that during the First Temple period, the people of Israel believed that each nation had its own god, but that their god was superior to other gods. Some suggest that strict monotheism developed during the Babylonian Exile, perhaps in reaction to Zoroastrian dualism. In this view, it was only by the Hellenic period that most Jews came to believe that their god was the only god, and that the notion of a clearly bounded Jewish nation identical with the Jewish religion formed.
John Day argues that the origins of biblical Yahweh, El, Asherah, and Ba'al, may be rooted in earlier Canaanite religion, which was centered on a pantheon of gods much like the Greek Pantheon.
AntiquityMain articles: Ancient Israel and Judah, Babylonian captivity, Hellenistic Judaism, Hasmonean Kingdom, Iudaea Province, and Bar Kokhba revolt
The United Monarchy was established under Saul and continued under King David and Solomon with its capital in Jerusalem. After Solomon's reign the nation split into two kingdoms, the Kingdom of Israel (in the north) and the Kingdom of Judah (in the south). The Kingdom of Israel was conquered by the Assyrian ruler Sargon II in the late 8th century BCE with many people from the capital Samaria being taken captive to Media and the Khabur River valley. The Kingdom of Judah continued as an independent state until it was conquered by a Babylonian army in the early 6th century BCE, destroying the First Temple that was at the center of ancient Jewish worship. The Judean elite were exiled to Babylonia and this is regarded as the first Jewish Diaspora. Later many of them returned to their homeland after the subsequent conquest of Babylonia by the Persians seventy years later, a period known as the Babylonian Captivity. A new Second Temple was constructed, and old religious practices were resumed.
During the early years of the Second Temple, the highest religious authority was a council known as the Great Assembly, led by Ezra of the Book of Ezra. Among other accomplishments of the Great Assembly, the last books of the Bible were written at this time and the canon sealed.
Hellenistic Judaism spread to Ptolemaic Egypt from the 3rd century BCE. After the Great Revolt (66–73 CE), the Romans destroyed the Temple. Hadrian built a pagan idol on the Temple grounds and prohibited circumcision; these acts of ethnocide provoked the Bar Kokhba revolt 132–136 CE after which the Romans banned the study of the Torah and the celebration of Jewish holidays, and forcibly removed virtually all Jews from Judea. In 200 CE, however, Jews were granted Roman citizenship and Judaism was recognized as a religio licita ("legitimate religion"), until the rise of Gnosticism and Early Christianity in in the fourth century.
Following the destruction of Jerusalem and the expulsion of the Jews, Jewish worship stopped being centrally organized around the Temple, prayer took the place of sacrifice, and worship was rebuilt around the community (represented by a minimum of ten adult men) and the establishment of the authority of rabbis who acted as teachers and leaders of individual communities (see Jewish diaspora).
Historical Jewish groupings (to 1700)Around the 1st century CE there were several small Jewish sects: the Pharisees, Sadducees, Zealots, Essenes, and Christians. After the destruction of the Second Temple in 70 CE, these sects vanished. Christianity survived, but by breaking with Judaism and becoming a separate religion; the Pharisees survived but in the form of Rabbinic Judaism (today, known simply as "Judaism"). The Sadducees rejected the divine inspiration of the Prophets and the Writings, relying only on the Torah as divinely inspired. Consequently, a number of other core tenets of the Pharisees' belief system (which became the basis for modern Judaism), were also dismissed by the Sadducees. (The Samaritans practiced a similar religion, which is traditionally considered separate from Judaism.)
Like the Sadducees who relied only on the Torah, some Jews in the 8th and 9th centuries rejected the authority and divine inspiration of the oral law as recorded in the Mishnah (and developed by later rabbis in the two Talmuds), relying instead only upon the Tanakh. These included the Isunians, the Yudganites, the Malikites, and others. They soon developed oral traditions of their own, which differed from the rabbinic traditions, and eventually formed the Karaite sect. Karaites exist in small numbers today, mostly living in Israel. Rabbinical and Karaite Jews each hold that the others are Jews, but that the other faith is erroneous.
Over a long time, Jews formed distinct ethnic groups in several different geographic areas — amongst others, the Ashkenazi Jews (of central and Eastern Europe), the Sephardi Jews (of Spain, Portugal, and North Africa), the Beta Israel of Ethiopia, and the Yemenite Jews from the southern tip of the Arabian Peninsula. Many of these groups have developed differences in their prayers, traditions and accepted canons; however these distinctions are mainly the result of their being formed at some cultural distance from normative (rabbinic) Judaism, rather than based on any doctrinal dispute.
PersecutionsMain articles: Persecution of Jews, Antisemitism, and History of antisemitism
Antisemitism arose during the Middle Ages, in the form of persecutions, pogroms, forced conversion, expulsions, social restrictions and ghettoization.
This was different in quality to any repressions of Jews in ancient times. Ancient repression was politically motivated and Jews were treated no differently than any other ethnic group would have been. With the rise of the Churches, attacks on Jews became motivated instead by theological considerations specifically deriving from Christian views about Jews and Judaism.
HasidismMain article: Hasidic Judaism
Hasidic Judaism was founded by Yisroel ben Eliezer (1700–1760), also known as the Ba'al Shem Tov (or Besht). It originated in a time of persecution of the Jewish people, when European Jews had turned inward to Talmud study; many felt that most expressions of Jewish life had become too "academic", and that they no longer had any emphasis on spirituality or joy. His disciples attracted many followers; they themselves established numerous Hasidic sects across Europe. Hasidic Judaism eventually became the way of life for many Jews in Europe. Waves of Jewish immigration in the 1880s carried it to the United States. The movement itself claims to be nothing new, but a refreshment of original Judaism. Or as some have put it: "they merely re-emphasized that which the generations had lost". Nevertheless, early on there was a serious schism between Hasidic and non-Hasidic Jews. European Jews who rejected the Hasidic movement were dubbed by the Hasidim as Misnagdim, (lit. "opponents"). Some of the reasons for the rejection of Hasidic Judaism were the overwhelming exuberance of Hasidic worship, its untraditional ascriptions of infallibility and alleged miracle-working to their leaders, and the concern that it might become a messianic sect. Since then differences between the Hasidim and their opponents have slowly diminished and both groups are now considered part of Haredi Judaism.
The Enlightenment and New Religious MovementsMain articles: Haskalah and Jewish religious movements
In the late 18th century CE, Europe was swept by a group of intellectual, social and political movements known as the Enlightenment. The Enlightenment led to reductions in the European laws that prohibited Jews to interact with the wider secular world, thus allowing Jews access to secular education and experience. A parallel Jewish movement, Haskalah or the "Jewish Enlightenment", began, especially in Central Europe and Western Europe, in response to both the Enlightenment and these new freedoms. It placed an emphasis on integration with secular society and a pursuit of non-religious knowledge through reason. With the promise of political emancipation many Jews saw no reason to continue to observe Jewish law and increasing numbers of Jews assimilated into Christian Europe. Modern religious movements of Judaism all formed in reaction to this trend.
In Central Europe, followed by Great Britain and The United States, Reform Judaism and Liberal Judaism developed, relaxing legal obligations (especially those that limited Jewish relations with non-Jews), emulating Protestant decorum in prayer, and emphasizing the ethical values of Judaism's Prophetic tradition. Modern Orthodox Judaism developed in reaction to Reform Judaism, by leaders who argued that Jews could participate in public life as citizens equal to Christians, while maintaining the observance of Jewish law. Meanwhile, in the United States, wealthy Reform Jews helped European scholars, who were Orthodox in practice but critical (and skeptical) in their study of the Bible and Talmud, to establish a seminary to train rabbis for immigrants from Eastern Europe. These left-wing Orthodox rabbis were joined by right-wing Reform rabbis who felt that Jewish law should not be entirely abandoned, to form the Conservative movement. Orthodox Jews who opposed the Haskalah formed Haredi Orthodox Judaism. After massive movements of Jews following The Holocaust and the creation of the state of Israel, these movements have competed for followers from among traditional Jews in or from other countries.
Spectrum of observance
Judaism has spread to all corners of the world. Seen here is a synagogue in downtown Mumbai.Countries such as the United States, Israel, Canada, United Kingdom, Argentina and South Africa contain large Jewish populations. Jewish religious practice varies widely through all levels of observance. According to the 2001 edition of the National Jewish Population Survey, in the United States' Jewish community—the world's second largest—4.3 million Jews out of 5.1 million had some sort of connection to the religion. Of that population of connected Jews, 80% participated in some sort of Jewish religious observance, but only 48% belonged to a synagogue, and fewer than 16% attend regularly.
Birth rates for American Jews have dropped from 2.0 to 1.7. (Replacement rate is 2.1.) Intermarriage rates range from 40-50% in the US, and only about a third of children of intermarried couples are raised as Jews. Due to intermarriage and low birth rates, the Jewish population in the US shrank from 5.5 million in 1990 to 5.1 million in 2001. This is indicative of the general population trends among the Jewish community in the Diaspora, but a focus on total population obscures growth trends in some denominations and communities, such as Haredi Judaism. The Baal teshuva movement is a movement of Jews who have "returned" to religion or become more observant.
Judaism and other religionsChristianity and JudaismMain article: Christianity and Judaism
See also: Judeo-Christian, Christianity and antisemitism, Judaism's view of Jesus, Cultural and historical background of Jesus, and Christian-Jewish reconciliation
This section requires expansion.
Historians and theologians regularly review the changing relationship between some Christian groups and the Jewish people; the article on Christian-Jewish reconciliation studies one recent issue.
Islam and JudaismMain article: Islam and Judaism
See also: History of the Jews under Muslim rule and Islam and antisemitism
The relationship between Islam and Judaism is special and close. Both religions claim to arise from the patriarch Abraham, and are therefore considered Abrahamic religions. As fellow monotheists, Muslims view Jews as "people of the book", a term that Jews have subsequently adopted as a way of describing their own connection to the Torah and other holy texts.In turn, many Jews maintain that Muslims adhere to the Seven Laws of Noah. Thus, Judaism views Muslims as righteous people of God. Jews have interacted with Muslims since the 7th century, when Islam originated and spread in the Arabian peninsula, and many aspects of Islam's core values, structure, jurisprudence and practice are based on Judaism. Muslim culture and philosophy have heavily influenced practitioners of Judaism in the Islamic world.
In premodern Muslim countries, Jews rarely faced martyrdom, exile or forcible conversion, and were mostly free in their choice of residence and profession. Indeed, the years 712 to 1066 CE under the Ummayad and the Abbasid rulers have been called the Golden age of Jewish culture in Spain. Non-Muslim monotheists living in these countries, including Jews, were known as dhimmis. Dhimmis were allowed to practice their religion and to administer their internal affairs, but they were subject to certain restrictions that were not imposed on Muslims.For example, they had to pay the jizya, a per capita tax imposed on free adult non-Muslim males,and they were also forbidden to bear arms or testify in court cases involving Muslims. Many of the laws regarding dhimmis were highly symbolic. For example, dhimmis in some countries were required to wear distinctive clothing, a practice not found in either the Qur'an or hadiths but invented in early medieval Baghdad and inconsistently enforced. Jews in Muslim countries were not entirely free from persecution—for example, many were killed, exiled or forcibly converted in the 12th century, in Persia and by the rulers of the Almohad dynasty in North Africa and Al-Andalus. At times, Jews were also restricted in their choice of residence—in Morocco, Jews were confined to walled quarters (mellahs) beginning in the 15th century and increasingly since the early 19th century.
In the late 20th century, Jews were expelled from nearly all the Arab countries. Most have chosen to live in Israel. Today, antisemitic themes have become commonplace in the propaganda of Arab Islamic movements such as Hizbullah and Hamas, in the pronouncements of various agencies of the Islamic Republic of Iran, and even in the newspapers and other publications of Refah Partisi.
Syncretic movements incorporating JudaismThere are some movements that combine elements of Judaism with those of other religions. The most well-known of these is Messianic Judaism, which arose in the 1960s. It blends evangelical Christian theology with elements of Jewish terminology and ritual. The movement states that Jesus is part of the Trinity, and salvation is only achieved through acceptance of Jesus as one's savior.Some members of the movement are ethnically Jewish, and some of them argue that Messianic Judaism is a sect of Judaism. Jewish organizations and religious movements reject this, stating that Messianic Judaism is a Christian sect. The most controversial of these groups is the American organization Jews for Jesus, which actively proselytizes ethnic Jews through numerous missionary campaigns in major American cities.
Other examples of syncretism include Judeo-Paganists, a loosely organized set of Jews who incorporate pagan or Wiccan beliefs with some Jewish religious practices, like Messianic Judaism; Jewish Buddhists, another loosely organized group that incorporates elements of Asian spirituality in their faith; and some Renewal Jews who borrow freely and openly from Buddhism, Sufism, Native American religion, and other faiths.
The Kabbalah Centre, which employs teachers from multiple religions, is a New Age movement that claims to popularize the kabbalah, the Jewish esoteric tradition [more]
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Dr. Sonnet Mondal.
Fusion Sonnets of 21st Century
21 Lines
- Poetry
- English
- 1 Words
- No Age Recommendation
- 493
- 2
Sonnet 1
The white clouds, in black theme;
Hidden daylight on the Eastern earth,
For Great Poets a dreadful dearth,
For the poetic vegetation to take birth ;
The spotted moon shining upon its seam-
Without vitality, fragile against the agile clouds,
Heading towards it to spread the shroud,
No star in the scenery, no men to cry aloud;
Where’s the smile, where’s the gleam?
Where’s the hope where’s the dream?
The billows will fall as water vapours
Upon the wish of the Lord!
If not poetry will form itself in the dark-
Fighting to shape its form.
The white clouds in the black theme ;
Perhaps the fault of the painter…
Colors spreading toward the subject tower;
A new shade to be brushed
To save it from being crushed;
Or a few drops upon the face with a pull on the edges will form-
The spotted moon, shining upon its seam.
Sonnet 2
Oh, Old, Bold, kingly building…
You stand here for the fifteen decades of transition-
So many changes in thoughts travelling through sensation-
Of wars and treaties, cries and cremations;
Oodles of the century in your stoic ceiling!!!
Your eroded body with weathered paint-
Must be turning you faint,
Without a space to launch a complain, all constrained.
Are you not bored standing here, then why are you smiling?
I know you have whims; still why aren’t you appealing?
The day isn’t far when the circulating air in your galleries-
Will break open the blockage of the ministerial ears,
And will force them to dress up with new color perhaps white-
Then the parties and dances will kiss off your boredom.
Oh, Old, Bold, kingly building…
Are you not jaded with the age old architecture?
No more does it winch your structure.
The people residing have pinned loads of pegs in your skin –
Haven’t your soul ever wanted to move out of this sin?
Still from where do you gather the power to bear-
Oodles of the century in your stoic ceiling!!!
Sonnet 3
Hours of waste heaped beside your shores;
Nature started you with the touch of purity perhaps from the hands of a priest,
With glaciers creating you and flakes creating mist,
Boulders standing on the way showing you fist;
Still you flow, form and find inspite of the infected core.
People say you to be life and still treat you as dustbin,
Curtailing the ability of the moving fins-
To move about, live or swim,
Above is it layer of smoke and over you, the oil pores?
When would men realize, actions will cause sores?
The sores would rise above the skin to expose themselves;
The children would scream in pain-
Perhaps then the guys would realize
And clear your feet and drop flower on you.
Hours of waste heaped beside your shores;
The human blood overburdened with sorrows,
Showing the step of the fellows,
Anxiety, grief abound in veins-
Layering it the hidden pains…
Scores of ups and downs in the course-
Still you flow, form and find inspite of the infected core.
Sonnet 4
The mother sat with hanging tongue, brooding over conscience;
The puppies in their own world of Natural toys; above the cawing ravens,
Bits of stones comprise their castle, their heaven…
Stolen splendor, innocent appeal, thoughtless vitality – all woven;
The platonic smell in mystic hairs within immortal science.
The new-borns were lessened by one in number,
The very next date, after the time of human supper,
The mother seemed fresh, her stomach looked fatter;
Was it her who did it in some shallow mines?
You were the cause of production, then what led you break the charming rhymes?
Must be to reduce an extra burden of –
Or to cure someone off the circle of existence;
Perhaps the soul will go to merge into the supreme soul-
Or the hunger would never return again.
The mother sat with hanging tongue, brooding over conscience;
The burning heat had vaporized the saliva of the mother,
The hanging skin of her belly had arose a blood hunger,
That supplemented her crooked eyebrows towards a female child-
And lured her towards becoming savage and wild.
Perhaps crops and economy would improve and prepare you to conceive-
The platonic smell in mystic hairs within immortal science.
Sonnet 5
The steel cages rusted, rotted yet strong and bold,
Inside them lies a separate world of wild limbs limping-
And turned inert with torture and malfunctioning,
Their bloody flesh exposed a slapdash attitude with distressed feeling.
Excitement in eyes, pleasure in heart, wonder in minds from sufferings untold.
The fierce paws perhaps waiting for the head,
One chance will kiss alive the daring dead!
They are here cogently none of them are well fed.
What makes them stay here for hours in heat and cold?
What if God decides to move them to eternity from these nuts and bolts?
The crowd is increasing with the number of days in earth’s calendar,
Perchance some eyes would feel the ensuing death-
And scream in protest, close the doors-
To provide zeal to work and vigor to our pulse.
The steel cages rusted, rotted yet strong and bold,
The values disgraced and degraded in an ever-sinking trough-
The well born meant to rule and the ill born destined to plough!
The hunger forces them to spread their hands and bow their heads-
Possibly one lord would see the angry eyes desiring to weave wreaths-
And would start heaping red soil in the gulf of separation to change the world of-
Excitement in eyes, pleasure in heart, wonder in minds from sufferings untold.
Sonnet 6
The signs of the past signaling them though the walls of the museum-
Ancestral figures sleeping inside glasses;
A nostalgic journey embedded inside multifaces;
Moving in and out, the sorrowfully happy masses.
The bridge which leads to our much coveted past’s stadium.
The plaster over the stony bones undergoing depreciation,
Unnoticed or willfully derelict till the boss comes for inspection.
Most of the doors have been closed under the poster of renovation!
When will the gates containing history open in open fluid medium?
Is it also ordained to face the delaying court of law, in this millennium?
Beside the central entrance, bamboos have been erected,
The floor is dusty but to support the roof;
The work has started, the contractors engaged, the workforce is on-
Perhaps that could smell breathe into the sleeping statues.
The signs of the past signaling them though the walls of the museum-
Fated to be silent in reaction of the course of detrimental activities,
Carried out by those still figures with cavities-
They didn’t care to save their past-
Then we are far better in saving them in any caste.
We will still care without anger and act to preserve,
The bridge which leads to our much coveted past’s stadium.
Sonnet 7
The two sparrows fluttering feathers in the mud water-
The summer heat outside raging over the northern tropic;
The folded leaves, dozing crowns, piercing sunlight caught in the camera’s click.
The shot captured the lifted tails, squashy feathers, twinkling eyes and the insect in the beaks.
While the thirsty earth begs for some juice, nature seems to be interested only in its care.
The camera turned to jail more of such scenery-
The dusty structures all around surrounded by ironical greenery;
No where a second such beauty; what a slavery!
Have all other sparrows left the bower?
Why didn’t the scene act as an inspirational shelter?
Some rays have acted worse than the scorching sunlight!
They must end soon, for more lovely views to be viewed;
Or they will turn to iron falcons
To take up the reign of survival.
The two sparrows fluttering feathers in the mud water-
Want of water all over the thirsty city,
Still fumes are up over the trees; what a pity!
The realization yet to be dawned and distributed-
Or the living brains would turn to boiler heads;
The water pumps of actions are being cleared to prevent the rule of insects-
While the thirsty earth begs for some juice, nature seems to be interested only in its care.
Sonnet 8
The shirts and pants hanging from the ropes crisscrossing the room-
Perhaps they were washed today; the last drops still appear on the floor;
They are yet not dry, held together by something in the core,
One of them appears red, indicative drops, apart from those dropping from pores.
Below the roof a new world has bloomed.
Sleepy eyes, sinking figure, loose fingers upon different brands of wine and fusion,
Hallucinations cutting towards flattering illusion,
The smoke rising and curling up to create a new creation of destruction.
Are they heading towards perfection in passion or ultimate doom?
Have the labeled bottles perforated their body or they find happiness in gloom?
Addiction will vanish in another six months-
Vital forces of the drunk, will end in water-
The dying whim of employment would turn them loyal;
The compulsion to perform will certainly speak in favor of betterment.
The shirts and pants hanging from the ropes crisscrossing the room-
The yes failed to see those burning veins-
Whither no blood but alcohol drains!
Neither parents nor teachers interested for their survival-
The sensed out bodies with the red color tearing through eyes-What a carnival?
They will spin to ashes and then the renunciation will make the scholars utter as if-
Below the roof a new world has bloomed.
Sonnet 9
Peace all over the pitch black abode of the sleeping souls-
A faint weep could be heard, mysterious yet sad-
A half burnt man sat on his grave, over his head a tattered hat
A symbol of his success that turned his enemies mad.
Triumph or collapse both being part of life, harmony was packed into holes.
His lament was for what he failed to complete-
His annoyance was that he was competent to compete,
Yet was shot dead before his works could reach the country fleet.
Why did they tell then that ‘you aren’t applying for big goals’?
And when he did why did they stole his discoveries and tear his brain’s poles?
A figure rose from behind, awakened by his daily sobs-
That world is a punishment, the graveyard is serene;
You have worked a lot and now the Lord wants you to wait,
Till those assassins finish their span and come here with no bed to sleep.
Peace all over the pitch black abode of the sleeping souls-
The moans of the dead specify his failure to satisfy himself-
Even with huge money and innovations in his shelf,
Still he didn’t wait but tried to run with wrong associations-
That led to his untimely fall, and post death frustrations.
Now, it’s the hour to realize the world’s way-
Triumph or collapse both being part of life, harmony was packed into holes.
Sonnet 10
The time has vanished when I used to rely upon my branches-
I am now, just like a tree whose lithe boughs have congealed,
Enduringly bent and rotten without the sap inside that have been sealed
Somewhere else, for someone else’s to be filled.
The provider of shade is now herself craving for calm benches.
The yearning in psyche is still strong yet has lost poise,
My opinion doesn’t matter anymore owing to my faint voice;
I fear placing my words to prevent creating noise.
Shall the doctors be able to cure me to early stages?
Or shall I be forced to be like this for the rest of my ages?
I will stay in this form, but will not groan in pain-
When my children are enduring me, shall I not endure them?
Let my branches fall and let me turn cripple,
Till I have the verve in the nerves of my eyes, I must see them idyllic.
The time has vanished when I used to rely upon my branches-
Perhaps I have disused the forming element of my cadaver-
This had left me like a brittle glass upon the soft bed cover;
I have no clout to enjoy but smirk occasionally-
When I see them laughing in joy, those who care me blissfully;
Let this be my life now, contended with all I had over the years and forget that-
The provider of shade is now herself craving for calm benches.
Sonnet 11
Outside the lights are up, the grand fiesta of lights has stepped inside halls-
But they have botched to skulk within me.
My eyes are wide open to seize the brightness and feel the glee,
Yet times and over it is murkiness and tedium, what it could see!
The large bursts crashed against my ears, crackers burned in my eyeballs…
Over two decades ago, it was the similar night, same as today
Two kids at the doorsteps, behind them their father was about to join the play-
I had evil commitment and my spiteful arm shot him to taste the clay…
Is it my turn now to cart the heavy death’s shawl?
Or should I wait for heavenly calls?
The peccadillo I had adhered to blinks each moment,
Let me spread my hands to be taken away by the handless,
Let my only dwelling be temple!
Let me wait before I sleep.
Outside the lights are up, the grand fiesta of lights has stepped inside halls-
I was a sincere murderer; I was bound by profession;
The ferocious sounds have provided a base of my frustration;
The reason may be my wobbly fingers and meager eyesight,
That pulls me back, say me no and deter me from having my fight.
Can those children without senses, with slaughtered father be my now…?
The large bursts crashed against my ears, crackers burned in my eyeballs…
Sonnet 12
Tension crawled and prevailed over the creepers in the mangrove and vineyard-
The other day witnessed the death of the grasses;
The army with spades and machines moving in masses,
To trample upon herbs, chop down the mangrove without any traces.
Nature is silent perhaps dumb to see the greenery turning to a grey graveyard!
The land that swelled amongst leaves now presented waterless soil,
As if the human race choked in a python coil;
The huge figures were cut into pieces, loaded in trucks and the wastes were boiled.
Was there none to choose barren yards?
Now who will provide fruits of life and shelter to birds?
The last one was left but covered by worms of hundred types-
Their only home was left- not an inch without a group of them;
The green hue emitted the color of industries-
The spades dropped from the hands, now looked at the seeds, the basis of creation.
Tension crawled and prevailed over the creepers in the mangrove and vineyard-
Unwanted, undesirable minds moved their arms without perceiving thoughts-
Depending upon the sales of those destroyed and the deceiving papers they got.
The mute worms made them look into themselves and kindled thinking power-
What if there’s neither rain nor the life sustaining showers!
They will now take up their tools and dig the ground to cremate the notes, still
Nature is silent perhaps dumb to see the greenery turning to a grey graveyard!
Sonnet 13
The deformed woman, in her eightieth revolution round the sun,
Like thin black rotten skin pasted upon a skeleton frame;
She came out of the crowd and called out to blame,
For the dirt were uncared by the juvenile bloods-a terrible shame!
The gaze through the spectacles looked spectacular with the stick, as if preparing to run.
With a broom in her hands she brushed the floor,
Fifty men and women all standing without thinking to adore,
No one humble enough to share with her before she pushes the dust out of the door.
What she thinks of such person avoiding their turn?
Or does she take it as her old-age fun?
She is not worn out but looked most carefree still in her senescence –
The servant suddenly arrived to fall to her feet and take the charge-
Of cleaning, staring with surprise at the crowd who never knew-
Who was combing the ground was a landlady.
The deformed women, in her eightieth revolution round the sun,
Sunburns and distortions in form were a result of her long service-
For days to serve the people gathering at her office;
This was years ago, but still now God has kept her strong-
While travelling and cleaning places all along-
The natives were dormant but now buoyant to take up charge of reformations while-
The gaze through the spectacles looked spectacular with the stick, as if preparing to run.
Sonnet 14
Falling heavily, the rains barred us from moving out-
My thoughts boarded upon the boat of chimera and rowed to my land,
Crossing the oceans to reach the shore where stands my dwelling of sand;
My nostalgia played a mischief upon my beliefs with a magic wand.
Waiting beside to see the waves pull down the structure setting laws of timeout.
O Ocean Fluid you are perpetual flowing with the same pace,
Then why are you so fervent to crack away my heart’s case?
I endure the groaning pain which for the mankind absorb no place.
Will it persist drizzling and create unanswerable doubts?
Out should I move, prepare myself for a bout?
By the time the showers will stop, may be all of a sudden,
But the colorists will get some time to complete their work-
To paint my home, and all along to paint my gloom;
They must be working hard; the nature has lent his hand.
Falling heavily, the rains barred us from moving out-
Grueling me for my actions through its own measures,
I was wrong to make someone cry for my own pleasure-
To leave address and set up a new,
But destiny desired failure for me amongst my crew.
I hope Mother Nature indubitably will exonerate me or I will be-
Waiting beside to see the waves pull down the structure setting laws of timeout.
Sonnet 15
The girls came to me, each with the opinion of being diverse in their own tales-
The first one with the policy of ‘to be for one is to be forever’;
The second one with the principle ‘to love I belong never’;
The third one with the words ‘to head towards love is a daring endeavor’;
Confusion prevailed over my musing wits with those terse lines from the females.
Spending a night with each will increase my awareness and compel,
All of them were to be my lovers to compete swell, to lift me up from the baffling well,
The second one came, she lost; the first one with a pre-relation, she too failed;
The third one tried to be safe; wasn’t all swept in just a gale?
Was this their commitment to lips or was there more for fake sales?
The will power of women didn’t lie in words but they are like volatile chemicals,
Touch and vanish without informing, sometimes leaving a trace-
To fall into them is like digging deep in a well,
Still I would experiment, if not the purity of words then the purity of pelt.
The girls came to me, each with the opinion of being diverse in their own tales-
Experimenting was just a filthy cause, lust lasted in heap,
Unsatisfied with one that led to two and three and seep-
The beauty beneath the blood; the feeling of ship in a storm,
Perhaps I chose those girls changing their norms;
I fell in love through yearn, but they seemed to scorn…
Confusion prevailed over my musing wits with those terse lines from the females.
Sonnet 15
The girls came to me, each with the opinion of being diverse in their own tales-
The first one with the policy of ‘to be for one is to be forever’;
The second one with the principle ‘to love I belong never’;
The third one with the words ‘to head towards love is a daring endeavor’;
Confusion prevailed over my musing wits with those terse lines from the females.
Spending a night with each will increase my awareness and compel,
All of them were to be my lovers to compete swell, to lift me up from the baffling well,
The second one came, she lost; the first one with a pre-relation, she too failed;
The third one tried to be safe; wasn’t all swept in just a gale?
Was this their commitment to lips or was there more for fake sales?
The will power of women didn’t lie in words but they are like volatile chemicals,
Touch and vanish without informing, sometimes leaving a trace-
To fall into them is like digging deep in a well,
Still I would experiment, if not the purity of words then the purity of pelt.
The girls came to me, each with the opinion of being diverse in their own tales-
Experimenting was just a filthy cause, lust lasted in heap,
Unsatisfied with one that led to two and three and seep-
The beauty beneath the blood; the feeling of ship in a storm,
Perhaps I chose those girls changing their norms;
I fell in love through yearn, but they seemed to scorn…
Confusion prevailed over my musing wits with those terse lines from the females.
Sonnet 16
It was the autumn festivity, liberated joy marked by a day of desires-
Desire for good shirts, good food, good friends, good journey-
Amongst the sea of wishes, there’s some, infact too many –
Glance at the season not as their means to toil but to earn money.
The alluring ladies enjoying the victuals, while server is in frayed attire.
Standing with his small child washing the crockery, the man behind the counter-
Occasionally he looks at his son, wipes off his sweat and tries to work faster,
While his son look at the merry-go-rounds; a vain dreamer.
To one it’s everything, to another it’s nothing; isn’t it a satire?
Will they earn enough capital to leap out from the poverty fire?
They are avoiding outlay, being ambitious towards some aim,
To stop the customary conditions in the rich and poor-
They want brotherhood, we too-
But the self-seeking people, let them value labor now.
It was the autumn festivity, liberated joy marked by a day of desires-
A freefalling object lightened the sky premises-
The mesmerizing night had made so truthful promises;
The astronauts too sighted the object and tried to track it,
Who should it belong; it fell to one of the hunger stricken feet;
The world has watched this through technology, no one to do injustice yet-
The alluring ladies enjoying the victuals, while server is in frayed attire.
Sonnet 17
Sometimes the sizzling sun, sometimes the blinding rain in the muddy plot,
Thwart my lazy veins to depart for daily classes,
But my poetic psyche begins its research ogling through the glasses-
Not at youthful lasses but at the blissful Sun, White sky, and growing grasses.
The Sun and Moon in their reverse course performing their duty to capture snapshots.
So many four years have passed; I will also go by-
The hazy metaphors of these days, some prominent yet among them, will surely make me cry;
I will earn a lot but will these things available for me to buy?
Where does the past passes and clot?
Is our sorrowful mind only facet of elucidation that we have got?
Lords must have fixed the sky to register and clouds as informer,
Wherever we go, leaving our land, to foster peace in our life,
Thinking or forgetting our times of yore to which we covet to come back some day,
The chronicle will keep on working; we’ll posses the criterion to see them.
Sometimes the sizzling sun, sometimes the blinding rain in the muddy plot,
If I went to class I couldn’t have travelled to the billow,
May be I have a different world like all others; yet I reside in a hollow-
Memories and mirrors, reflect a melancholic song when viewed closely,
We have our closed fingers yet outlets are many through which they escape simply;
Nature like a King fixes work for its subjects and has his own cameras with which-
The Sun and Moon in their reverse course performing their duty to capture snapshots.
Sonnet 18
The passing days enhance my loneliness, among pen and papers;
I talk to the two lizards-
Who too try to hide apart-
To escape from the smell of my unwashed body and dirty shirt.
I long for someone of any gender, somebody of any culture.
The door bell rang; she came inside my room-
A fairy out of nowhere, kissed away my gloom!
Time went by; she came closer, still I refused to turn myself to a bridegroom.
What do I want; to be like the solitary reaper?
Why my feelings wished a companion when I preferred tear?
I was barmy from within who failed to know his fancy;
Let me talk to the walls and books,
I love that more than speaking to robots;
They will listen all my words without protest.
The passing days enhance my loneliness, among pen and papers;
God should not have created me at least,
Let me now turn to a theist,
I may have challenged him-
To spend my life without fulfilling whims-
I now think of growing stronger, let me desire none yet,
I long for someone of any gender, somebody of any culture.
Sonnet 19
With the toughness in figure, sanctity in intellect, clarity acquired over the days-
He stood on one leg as the a stilted log, adamant in deep meditation,
Without food for a hundred days in the same condition;
Below his feet, woods have been stacked; a fire-stick has been ignited under stipulation.
The hermit stood upon the fire; unshaken by the blaze!
The day before the sage stated himself to be sacrificed in the fire of purity,
For the sake of peace and principles among degrading humanity;
No administrator took a step, though all gathered from the city.
Couldn’t the sage utilize his divine powers for civilizing the phase?
Couldn’t those idiots stop this or they wanted more of such plays?
May be some godly influence paralyzed the people and policemen,
Leaving their eyes to watch,
Conceivably this was to make them see the naked truth all around,
To make them act, for benevolence and be strict with rules.
With the toughness in figure, sanctity in intellect, clarity acquired over the days-
The religious norms yet not done away, we still wear them as gowns;
As the saint burnt without movement, his parts fell down.
The scene should have caused a shockwave
But all bowed with joined hands, fell to their knees but none dared to save.
Today I realize rationality has lost in religions, which forced the bold people stand as-
The hermit stood upon the fire; unshaken by the blaze!
Sonnet 20
The greatest Epic of all times had so much to teach, though followers are fewer;
The plight of women indicated though the pages of Mahabharata,
‘Panchali’ born in the lap of King Dhrupad; in the kingly strata;
A princess for whom gold was like water; coins could be treated as excreta.
She sat upon barbs, in spite of her glorious image and backing power.
She longed and dreamed of Arjuna but got four of the brothers along,
She didn’t complain; but which woman would act so strong-
When the evil hands fell on her clothing while her husbands sat in the throng!
How strong was the deal that the dignity of a woman fell lesser?
Just a game of dice; does it suit to the princely ears?
The squashing of a princess occurred in a time when God had incarnated,
Then are we not better at present? At least the laws are…
Or the epic ought to be an indication to future scenarios,
Written by some wise man from his vision.
The greatest Epic of all times had so much to teach, though followers are fewer;
‘Panchali’ perhaps tried to be teacher of the women cult-
This made her endure so many curses and insult;
Made her a women of respect but after centuries –
Still how many think of these and her glories?
Perhaps the wise man would take steps now, to spread the message of the lady who-
She sat upon barbs, in spite of her glorious image and backing power.
Sonnet 21
I called upon platonic love upon knowing you;
I proposed you first then persuaded you to conceive spirituality-
The night assisted with its serenity and tranquility,
Of romantic breeze carrying the smell of concealed beauty.
I was mad in passion or mad in illusion, upon the reflection from the dews.
She spoke, perhaps the nature had dawned similar effects at her place-
It seemed we were familiar from toes to face,
We roamed in heaven; she blushed, my eyes glazed.
What if a strong wind blew?
Will I not be brought back to those dozing few?
I had my wife yet she was like an obligatory being,
The poetess for whom my poetry will flow,
Beyond the wildest imaginings and thoughts-
Inviting readers from the superficial world.
I called upon platonic love upon knowing you;
Nasty eyes looking at the figure formed by brain,
Like a tree I fall upon your breasts; now to give pain-
My carnal desire of lust you have to fulfill,
Let me pour the immortal juice in you without any appeal.
My hunger is satisfied now, the sun has risen-
I was mad in passion or mad in illusion, upon the reflection from the dews.
Sonnet 22
I thought myself to be the central spark of a diamond, a rationalist;
But never realized to be centre of pastime for the hackers of heart,
I was brave and bold but now I dare not act smart,
For I have been deceived detrimentally mingling me with dirt.
I have exchanged blows but they are too many, the modernists.
Was I really suited for a scornful behavior laid upon my core?
By those who call themselves intellectuals of the shore;
They want us to butter them, or else burn the core.
Why don’t they bear us with their list?
Why do they act as the arrogant, ancient priests?
Perhaps fear, the only reason of dumping the good,
They know us to be better, suitable for the age-
Yet enforce rules, but how long will they succeed?
Time is now ripe for them to leave poetry and join politics.
I thought myself to be the central spark of a diamond, a rationalist;
The old fashion might not match the present period; much less to share-
But the philosophy does, the style too if nurtured with care.
Respect arising from foolishness will now turn to disdain them-
Uncover their functional courtesy, rip of their wallet of fame.
But shall I be alone again to protest?
I have exchanged blows but they are too many, the modernists.
Sonnet 23
The Bamboo framework was being put up for the fest;
Freedom was blowing like soft breeze though the branches of a ‘Gulmohar’,
While the workers worked as red ants before the ensuing winter,
The sky seemed to bop and bloom with white cotton flowers;
The frame made of the bare bones of a tree that couldn’t protest.
Waiting hearts would be so glad to see the completion,
Four days of delight, with desires to show up oneself; nothing but infatuation-
Towards neglecting the dark days of decimation.
Do we love to adhere to wastage of time and neglect the test?
Or are we machines limited to our capability of taking rest?
Perhaps some think that the population of flora has increased,
And some seek to derive delight from shortcuts deserting the fact.
Whatever may be, the bustle is just like crackers-
After they are fatigued, we are back again on our toes.
The Bamboo framework was being put up for the fest;
The following day would bring new apparel,
Noise from the performers and beggars would run parallel;
Just a sputter of hope in a petite fraction of time,
In a tasteless water sugar and lime;
Cherishing them would help us, or we all will be like-
The frame made of the bare bones of a tree that couldn’t protest.
Sonnet 24
My first night of gig; I was presented as an elocutionist for poetry recitation;
Days of hard work must turn fruits of success in fame,
Of understanding verse to make others do the same.
I was primed, yet it was the first instant; I didn’t realize it to be a game.
I never knew if, for my voice, my image to be set into aberration.
The culture of city was great sitting in its historical chair,
As I stepped into the stage, the lights were off, what a fear!
Lights in front were off, I finished my lexis, but no but no claps rang in the ears.
Didn’t my tone overflowing with feelings create any sensation?
Should I have refrained from appearing in shows; should I have been down in frustration?
Look at me today, thousands fight for tickets,
I shall not deprive them of their wish, for any revenge;
But shall smile while I perform, those day are over,
Left for stories while appearing in interviews.
My first night of gig; I was presented as an elocutionist for poetry recitation;
I was dire at reciting the lines, I feel at present,
The lights were off perhaps to encourage this peasant,
I cried outside; the feelings in it were more than the poetry I said,
A memory that is still waiting to fade.
Like the knife, I go sharper each time my lips shudder, but days ago-
I never knew if, for my voice, my image to be set into aberration.
Sonnet 25
We two brothers brought up in the same cradle of care;
Separation was not meant for us;
Hand in hand even in tightest mass,
For we were the seeds of the same grass.
The love was intended for a short time- I was left bare.
I wore a coat given by my mother,
A bracelet from my father,
Those were the only gifts in these long twenty years.
Did they prefer one than a pair?
Are brothers not meant to share?
I was possibly one hour older, I guess-
I had to bear for the younger one,
People knew me more than him,
Perhaps they wanted both to be blessed equally.
We two brothers brought up in the same cradle of care;
My wits are confusing me in my own thoughts,
For the job I have done and adore he has got;
I see no tension in his eyebrows,
While my forehead and figure shows,
The anxiety of being adopted; no place for tears, I should be grateful though-
The love was intended for a short time- I was left bare.
Sonnet 26
The train moved calmly, as the slayer wheels proceeded for a crime...
I was on another track, waiting for that to pass,
It was amusement watching the movement, like the rounds of compass-
Upon it travelling thousand people of a hundred class.
The mail, a minister, with its subjects on both sides, but none upon the lines!
The wailings of my mother, slapped me twice,
For the joy I tried to receive from that who had cut my brother into taciturn slice,
A mean of transport, inevitably strong, yet criminal in disguise-
Was I paying for the butcher’s shine?
He committed suicide; where lies the fault of mine?
We felt sorrow, perhaps due to the loss of an essential life!
Covered by magic and everyday findings,
No scope for exceeding grief, or I will be the cause of another as such;
He was liable for what he did in his senses; why should I shake!
The train moved calmly, as the slayer wheels proceeded for a crime...
A dog was barking in tremendous restlessness-index of concern,
For below the massive engine, was one of his son -
For a moment he was seen, the next his flesh was carried away,
The mother looked at her other brood, and took them to play.
A striking similarity and a possible solution upon the dubious kindness of
The mail, a minister, with its subjects on both sides, but none upon the lines!
Sonnet 27
The hospital looked overburdened with patients, a place to shed tears of sorrow;
A little child with broken leg passed by,
An old man whose veins seem to turn dry;
Sleepers spreading infectious dust against the warning board which seems to be a lie.
The jail teaching humanity, through the art to lend and borrow...
In a place where one wants nothing but support,
Though the hours of patience; as if the people bored-
In a ship trembling upon life-taking waters to reach the port.
If this is present, what is waiting for tomorrow?
The healers breaking beliefs; will they prolong hiding in burrows?
The natural medicine will enhance to accrue,
And ignite the germs within;
While the science of yoga establishing strong,
Weaving to cure the ill-treated.
The hospital looked overburdened with patients, a place to shed tears of sorrow;
The young boy, like an official during day and lamp at night –
Striving to cure his father- a damaged body creating fright.
That made his studies a bud in a plant full of roses,
Still to bloom, till his father wins over the daily doses.
Oh! If we were tough before proceeding in-
The jail teaching humanity, through the art to lend and borrow...
Sonnet 28
I wasn’t any versifier; you were, among the few;
Your philosophical ride wasn’t truthful,
Taking me as a loving fool;
Look, your gifted floras have twisted into plastic tools.
I searched your awarded creation to have a first sincere view.
What is it? My muse questioned me times and again-
I had thought of penning but it has all gone into vain-
The themes that were mine thrilled him with fame.
Why did I share with you the story of my dead son Andrew?
Why have you committed theft even from my stored dews?
I am your inspiration; my sad heart feels proud,
You had words to trim them; stud them with jewels.
What an expert observer and listener you were!
I fall to your knees, here lies your greatness.
I wasn’t any versifier; you were, among the few;
You were in the front greatness was behind-
The cause beheaded and then reflected in your canto of typical kinds...
As I bent like a bow, you appeared with a glow,
To take me by a rope and pierce me with a glint of an arrow-
Never did you try, but your action meant studying me; I knew as...
I searched your awarded creation to have a first sincere view.
Sonnet 29
The landscape that my imaginations drew upon the canvass of joy, philosophically,
Made me travel as far as the chariot of my mind took me to-
Feel the unfelt before being touched by the blue,
Lost to find a new world, to examine if it was true!
All the while reality was becoming blurred; smiling maliciously.
I had no feet neither weight,
Before a pond in which lilies have been drawn like plate-
A man on the other shore, handless, giggling upon fate.
Whose fate- mine or his, seemed deadly?
Has he read or foreseen some ensuing fury heading furiously?
The man must be another dreamer-
Painting upon something aesthetic, unreal, unwanted!
An escapist, let not be so-
The warning is turning red; let me sprinkle water upon my face.
The landscape that my imaginations drew upon the canvass of joy, philosophically,
Was for few hours of night-
The day wasn’t so bright, it demanded fight;
The man must be an incarnation-
Showing his hand lost to crocodiles in motion.
The water lilies like traps towards the end, I have now realized-
All the while reality was becoming blurred; smiling maliciously.
Sonnet 30
The tapering of feet was heard as I waited below the bridge;
The place hasn’t changed, but none seems to be bothered,
To see the new encroachments revolutionizing their lives, providing a machine guard.
I waited with bags of questions for my parents who must be still old colored.
They should see me and think of covering the gravel of peach...
Another hour marked no special entrance,
My dad as if marked by marker; my joy enhanced-
For my mother, another eye was waiting for a glance.
Where’s the connection to my ridge?
Was I wrong in replacing my inventory cartridge?
It had been so many days that I had waited and they too,
To see each other but she wasn’t there;
Brimming watery observation now thought,
Whether there was any need to change; perspective rules.
The tapering of feet was heard as I waited below the bridge;
I was born, perhaps for this day-
To learn that grief lies veiled behind being gay;
Stumbling into truth, I removed the curtain-
My face tuned red, to see hell in certain.
I fell to my father’s chest, he told- I’m still living; my heart still gave a statement-
They should see me and think of covering the gravel of peach...
Sonnet 31
A flower that sprinkled drops upon my cursed face;
Spreading binding variety like a television program,
Like trumpets of victory upon wooden drums-
Love accumulating in unbreakable lumps.
Let me smile, the time is ripe, of fruits and grace.
I screamed for her, the tall buildings broke my echoes,
I began moving my feet, the soil warned my toes;
She blinked through her waving hairs, but no care did it show.
Did her stem demand a stronger base?
Did she think me to be a toy in her showcase?
For some wayward moment, I thought her to be mine,
I wasn’t wrong, she too was not,
The gap betrayed us, yet left memories in the sediments,
Of gone days, to make us wink remembering cries
A flower that sprinkled drops upon my cursed face;
She had hr her dearer for being older,
I couldn’t leave impressions upon her style, I being newer;
I succeeded in tying a thread connecting our life-
This was cut by her sharp tongue that acted as a knife.
Sadness molded by joy of forgetfulness;
Let me smile, the time is ripe, of fruits and grace.
Sonnet 32
The bucket flooded with the rain water dropping from the roof hole-
Swelling water raged in the river;
A flickering lamp quivering at the corner,
While the four members shared two breads with no drinking water.
The hunger was overpowered by the rising death toll.
The wires of communication by the flowing devil fate;
They didn’t cry to save vitality, as the water touched the gates,
In no time the flooded bucket was floating beside a piece of bread in the plate.
Was it due to the bending of earth’s poles?
Or was the wrath, each moment going out of control?
The jammed silt are now being removed,
Helicopters spreading food, insufficient yet appreciable-
The anger of the river will calm down soon,
To provide grains with its kindness.
The bucket flooded with the rain water dropping from the roof hole-
The palpitating mothers beside her motionless child,
Restlessness in her turning mild;
Like a life containing egg, broken without protest-
The people and cattle stopped their breathe, the birds without nests.
The giant will feel sad now and try to make amendments for the day when,
The hunger was overpowered by the rising death toll.
Sonnet 33
Neglecting the arts how far do you artists intend to proceed with virtual humanity!
When you are called to inspire the falling youth with ethics-
You say you are incompetent showing your competence beside politics!
Sometimes blaming even the new creative tricks.
We grew up with your stories; hereby we respect your creativity.
You were bold enough to stand up against odds,
But never to nurture a pod,
Of talent left for the mercy of God.
Do you fear healthy competitions filled with purity?
Or do you still crave for self popularity?
While thinking of this I saw some policemen,
I was pushed into a hypothetical place of gunshots,
One of them pierced my arm, my wife coming down towards me-
Was shot dead; perhaps you were right.
Neglecting the arts how far do you artists intend to proceed with virtual humanity!
We know you all as authors, not as social workers;
When you don’t write, that makes me suffer.
When we asked you for guidance in confrontation,
You said the decades are now for self formation.
We witnessed an execution, which confused us; if art was for service...
We grew up with your stories; hereby we respect your creativity.
Sonnet 34
The red radiance upon the distant tower was no more-
The cold season that left a pockmark upon my face pulled me in its cart.
I visualized the day when my regret knew no bounds in ceaseless flirts-
Signified by vexing tears from a torn heart.
Faithfulness betrayed by prettiness in a forsaken sea with no shore.
Her lotus breasts and nectar crammed lips-
Aroused in me the desire to take a sip,
And immortalize my romanticism; long and deep.
Was it necessary for my destiny to carry me to her door?
What was the women attraction that I urged to adore?
My physique needed satisfaction,
With nearing creation in any form,
But love took birth within the want-
This perhaps encouraged me to choose another after her.
The red radiance upon the distant tower was no more-
We crept into each other like creepers,
She hided her thorns-the blood suckers;
Blood flowed through the saline waters wetting the eyebrows,
Leaving me half baked in half baked world of sorrows.
Today I stand; I have strength of another lady to save me from-
Faithfulness betrayed by prettiness in a forsaken sea with no shore.
Sonnet 35
The flighty Daisies winked and shook in the cold weather-
Pending works to be finished,
The oneness to be relished,
Upon the branches brought together; revered like a fetich;
They wanted to be released from being torn, to live together forever.
The petals closed, then opened to look straight;
The wind stopped; the stillness looked great,
A sudden gale scattered the pollen, even upon the leaflets.
Shall they be alone to live together?
Or will they wait in some posy to share the death beauty with others?
Their span is short, as hours for us-
Is to help them grow and kill them,
Yet that keeps their honor-
Perhaps this is their pride.
The flighty Daisies winked and shook in the cold weather-
Like the girl and boy of same cast;
Still like a handshake in the background of an atomic blast,
Pulling them apart without reason,
A cold war undergoing fission.
They won’t curse those hearts, but will wish goodwill from them…
They wanted to be released from being torn, to live together forever.
Sonnet 36
I have saved a tear in my pocket,
As a testimony of the injustice inflicted and imposed-
Upon me, spitting upon my candor that closed,
The honest reflection of which I could boast.
No one in this place except a spider web with a hanging cricket.
I don’t think about the food, infected by insects-
But the wrongful acts and oily tongue infects
Me with the plague of incurable prospects.
What that puts my brain to receive shocks from the electric socket?
When will I see the freedom facet?
Thank you judge for releasing me from death sentence,
But you should have done that-
For I am free now to take guns,
To save the convicts from illogical orders.
I have saved a tear in my pocket,
To show the physically challenged class-
The blinds, deaf, lames, as they pass
Me to be surprised, while they see their unrevealed cruel reflection,
To be jailed in their own spotted complexion.
And I will be free, though old but now…
No one in this place except a spider web with a hanging cricket.
Sonnet 37
The crystal gave a thousand shines as if thousand smiles-
Inside the glass case,
Greedy guys looking with wonder; one reflecting face
Ready to entertain the cost but ‘Not for Sale’ written at the base!
Unseen beside the door, the gateman thinking about his domicile.
Saluting the gentlemen and ladies he stands from morning-
Controlling his boldness to look at the gathering,
Masses who have enough, but being deterred from buying.
Is he meant to sign only the attendance files?
What prevents him from being mentally agile?
He must have been bored,
Or he talks to the diamond while closing the gates;
They must be having some secret pacts,
While they laugh at night.
The crystal gave a thousand shines as if thousand smiles-
The real was stolen; the present substitutes the past, may be wrongfully;
A human creation too attracts blissfully!
The cost has been removed as it doesn’t cost much-
Perhaps this magnetizes the rich crowds as such.
The real cost would have scorned it; the idea possibly is from someone…
Unseen beside the door- the gateman, thinking about his domicile.
Sonnet 38
The dawn was greeted by me amidst heartfelt song of birds;
My hairs as if brushed by invisible hands-
The disturbance still to blow the sands-
In this capillary of the forest land.
I was walking towards the village to wake her up and take her away from the guards-
Suddenly, tension in affection flared, as it prevails-
Supplemented by the cries of the foxes, like sharp bells,
As if biting sharks attacking sails.
Should I have started the journey afterwards?
Should I have run through the yards?
The friends of nature wanted me to be fast,
To obtain spring out of summer,
To foster peace in the world of turmoil-
At least in me in the forest area.
The dawn was greeted by me amidst heartfelt song of birds;
The dogs barked, as I passed, without cause-
As it seemed to me while moving without pause;
My love must be dreaming of me, I felt restlessness within-
Neither policeman nor cadres, neither leader nor Maoist, I’m none in the political bin.
I care not, you bark, you will you will know when I bring her; I thought while…
I was walking towards the village to wake her up and take her away from the guards-
Sonnet 39
Devotees fell straight upon the marble floor to call upon the Almighty,
Few people knew it to be a temple, a worshiping site,
That looked like a five star hotel from outside!
Turning away the willing people, who are befuddled by the bright light.
The gray color of religion seems to cream out here; a lost identity!
The men entering with their hands up, as if to dance-
To show themselves and give attendance
And then stand close to the idols to have a longer glance.
Do they have reverence to lie on the uneven floor, unmaintained and dirty?
Does polish of the walls decide sanctity?
At least the genteel floors do well for the urbane class;
At least it makes them feel existence, even a bit,
To thwart misery in the winter of life
And while remembering crimes.
Devotees fell straight upon the marble floor to call upon the Almighty,
Comforts crossing limits while praying,
To get God, so easy a way existing!
In the very town of heat and sweat,
Perchance the root is the bequest behind the gates.
Whether it is honest I know not, I too cheer, but-
The gray color of religion seems to cream out here; a lost identity!
Sonnet 40
The three friends gossiping beside the shores of the big Ganges River,
So many ships, so many businesses, so many lives upon it,
Clear calm waters yet mysterious in every bit
To fulfill the black and white needs.
Through the blue color, a red hue could be seen at the centre.
The living world floats above while the dead below the surface;
Cruel intensions behind a graceful face,
Lucid from the floating necklace.
Are you that whom we worship for triumph in endeavors?
You are vast we know, is it obligatory to depict your power?
Instructed by the omniscient to kill the sinful people,
To purify their souls,
You must be working hard-
In spite of tears over-feeding you.
The three friends gossiping beside the shores of the big Ganges River,
Recalling their friend’s body being pulled up, a year ago-
With the same river that seems to overflow with ego;
The parents blamed them, who were like their sons!
While the shrill laugh sounded like firing guns.
Maybe he wanted to die, he was helped…
Through the blue color, a red hue could be seen at the centre.
Sonnet 41
Centuries of creation instills creativity in me, to think and act along-
Boldness through the saved pages of history,
Mind and soul joining hands to decipher mystery-
Prevailing as a result of downfall of readers in each country.
Readers preferring ease in literature, as if preferring drums than lyrics in songs.
Unreformed writers’ society coming up with daily workshops,
Of gossips devoid of heritage and creative crops-
To turn in films of fantasy; what a flop!
Should I bring in the renaissance spitting on the wrong?
Should I not learn to create being formally strong?
Let my birth be for you, oh literature and loving men-
Let me refrain from copying but receive inspiration;
The heaven shower blessings upon my pen, give in ink-
So that it can form the cascade of creation.
Centuries of creation instills creativity in me, to think and act along-
Perhaps the founders were egocentric to dedicate them to one-
Yet they were meant for all underneath the Sun;
As the manuscripts were like the notes of music,
To be molded into any rhythm to heal even the sick.
Revive, restore, recreate, and then form a formation of my name for…
Readers preferring ease in literature, as if preferring drums than lyrics in songs.
Sonnet 42
While standing below the tree shade-
Destroyed in lightning,
The grasshoppers were heard singing,
The mind was out of trade, away from any dealing.
The fever of sleep has gripped the forehead.
My legs and arms were paralyzed,
With a disease in disguise;
A beggar dying for want of rice.
How is this startling world made?
What’s the need of creation without ensuring food and bed?
I sank to the ground,
A rain drop wetted my eyelids,
Lifted me up to look at my utensil-
Some coins have gathered there!
While standing below the tree shade-
Pockets were seen hanging with coins and notes;
They are for make ups and coats.
The disease of neglect is a cancer,
The doctors seem to promote it further.
Lift me up men or mature will push me into the grave-
The fever of sleep has gripped the forehead.
Sonnet 43
The cell vibrated twice-
Like while arrival of any other message;
The sender knew I was engaged,
Still made up sit upon a sharp wedge.
Best friend or lover, or lover turned best friend- it was dice.
Confusion gave rise to dilemmatic thoughts,
While nice feelings were being caught,
And stored in a lot.
Was my love now suitable for a tag price?
Did I think pastime and passion to be nice?
Save me, my turmoil is turning into fire,
To burn me and give me pain;
I must be direct now-
To save myself for my love.
The cell vibrated twice-
I realized that I liked him,
For my present had least concern for my whims;
Yet I can’t be witch-
To seep blood of care like a leech.
Let me suffer, it will revive me; Still attitude makes me think-
Best friend or lover, or lover turned best friend- it was dice.
Sonnet 44
‘Come on’, I said, ‘the dawn is calling’-
Through the softness in breeze and coldness in atmosphere,
Let us walk to the bridge very near
To our house; where life can be felt through water fear.
His ears being deaf in laziness, the eyes preferred sleeping.
I was alone; I wondered why!
The roads those shines in everyday dew has turned wry-
I feel so sad; the dryness made me cry.
Why the nicest part of the day is dozing?
Should I wait in the woods or move to my housing?
Let me walk ahead-
To see the magician performing hypnotism
Upon the trees and vapors,
And have a try to wake it up.
‘Come on’, I said, ‘the dawn is calling’-
I sighted a dead sparrow on my way-
And a man beside lying dead in clay.
All pedestrians were there but the bird which was still alive-
Was left to leave its life-
My friend was right; perhaps dreams have warned him-
His ears being deaf in laziness, the eyes preferred sleeping.
Sonnet 45
The smoke curled up from the ashes-
Of my two brothers and sister;
Innocent victims trapped in a civil war,
Was now focused in the media center.
The judges were either unknown or temporary in such cases.
I broke my skull hitting against the stone,
The house that echoed in laughs is now alone;
Anger from the smoke accruing in bones.
Will you now blame me countrymen for wearing Maoist dresses?
Shall I not breathe revenge at all places?
I will save the rest;
I will take arms for the cause-
To shoot out the curtains
That covers the naked truth.
The smoke curled up from the ashes-
My beloveds were going up in a chariot,-
I could see them happy leaving the earthly lots.
I couldn’t cry but was taken to stillness-
The sight injected an incurable illness…
If I wait, more of such chariots would leave the land as-
The judges were either unknown or temporary in such cases.
Sonnet 46
The newspapers cornered in the room-
Once lured us into them,
While sipping coffee, before going for games;
Sources of knowledge from companies liable for blame.
News those were stories are transformed now into news yet to bloom.
Money makes articles, wine impresses reporters,
The scientists are neglected, the cameras upon gangsters!
Even they are two teams holding political bars.
Doesn’t it seem to be a gloom?
Does it pronounce an ensuing doom?
I still prefer old papers,
But time won’t allow me.
Yes a new paper is in demand-
To be published with honesty; let me start it.
The newspapers cornered in the room-
The rulers would kill their rivals,
Stopping the flow of finance at all levels.
They are not prepared for greatness,
But for a secured life without busyness.
I can work out, there is still a willing mass; they have realized-
News those were stories are transformed now into news yet to bloom.
Sonnet 47
The Sun peeped through the banyan branches-
At the glasshouse where the stone hearted
Board of environmentalists have headed,
To find out the cause as why the plants in an area have been beheaded.
The director was himself peddling herbs growing in inches.
He has authored books about greenery,
Yet actions spoil the scenery-
Of your genius and pull you to the level of primary.
Don’t you feel warning pinches?
Is it you or the chair- whose values have been buried in beaches?
One of them looked-
And placed a concept of a new plant community.
What a relief that papers were signed-
Which too were on our skin; we will have a family now.
The Sun peeped through the banyan branches-
As if the sun has come down to help the slaughtered woods!
Through its reflections upon the spectacles to perform some good;
To pour energy in the old bones-
And make them remember their loans
They had soaked for years; the interest was due too while-
The director was himself peddling herbs growing in inches.
Sonnet 48
The eagle swooped down-
The small rabbits recently born,
May be in some morn,
A week before was now out in the lawn.
The danger was coming down in a black gown.
The jungle rules had driven the mother away-
Though she must be on her away,
To look at the sky, too see her son disappearing as prey.
What are these rules to turn blood from red to brown?
Who is maintaining these, who is wearing the crown?
None but rules for survival;
The food being less-
The remaining kids were benefitted;
A perfect balance moving in a pace.
The eagle swooped down-
The mother rabbit preferred one to die-
For the other to live in the weather that was dry;
The eaglets must be starving too –
For them some food was brought into.
The birth of one of the sacrificed must be meant for this; and fixed when-
The danger was coming down in a black gown.
Sonnet 49
Beside the costliest restaurant of the city-
At about hot midday,
The dusty hands working in clay,
Picked up a fist of boiled rice to carry on his stay.
As a human he ate once in a rotation; what a captivity!
A waiter came outside and threw chicken legs;
Inside, sounds were heard of glasses and pegs-
An airplane flew over; he saw it but held his broken keg.
Has the flame of thoughts extinguished from his body?
Has his mind been plastered with cements and bricks of pity?
A lotto ticket could be see beside,
That shows hope;
He still has ambition,
Luck will guide him.
Beside the costliest restaurant of the city-
A car raced beside-
No jolly but more dust accumulated by his side;
His shirt was dirtier,
So he was unmoved, still fascinated by the car.
He had neglected jobs before, now-
As a human, he ate once in a rotation; what a captivity!
Sonnet 50
The university roads and lanes-
Witnessing degrees for one and a half hundred years;
It hasn’t seen one without tears,
Brought by work, exam or love losing fear.
The rare exception was the boy with a bag with a smile insane!
Confidence bubbling out through laughs and giggles
Sorrowless lives persist in no lifelong tales;
They are not born but penetrate; he as if has shells.
Is it deliberate that a boy taking life truly as a game?
What’s his cult, what’s his name?
Upon the breasts of psychology he replies-
Laughing all the while
Has failed to teach him what happiness is,
These laughs are his sorrow…
The university roads and lanes-
Cursed a boy to be happy forever,
In success and failures and in all endeavors.
The odd one out is never favorite; to be adored,
With his smile he was bored.
The rest enjoyed being happy winning over the odd time-
The rare exception was the boy with a bag with a smile insane!
Sonnet 51
Tearing roots, which stem dares to float in the sky!
Fear has grasped their hearts-
The videos of the bloodshot shirts,
Laid down in media pages of dead bodies carried in carts.
They prefer bathing in dew than blood; they prefer smile to sigh.
They have seen daring men-
With farsighted and wise ken,
But have sighted the same turning lame.
Why is the ambition being curbed with the fear to die?
What souls are these preferring fruits without cry?
The invention and innovations
Must be going on; though hidden;
Waiting for the perfect ruler-
To patronize those…
Tearing roots, which stem dares to float in the sky!
The creativity has become dumb-
In response to overwhelming luxuries under the sun.
The feet are too clean to be placed upon the floor,
But the heart is uncombed even more.
The sadly ended biographies may have to carry the responsibility
Sonnet 52
The drunken river of Amazon,
Flowing in a zig zag way,
With often hunters becoming prey;
Night prevailing even during the creamy day.
She knows her destination, no matter hills or lawns.
Away from its consciousness,
It prefers bitterness-
To see brutal hunts in wilderness.
You will not change; is this you pawn?
Do you want more bottles in your million ponds?
Exceptions are no exception,
She is one among the Nile, Ganges or Mississippi;
The reason why the jungle has been allotted to her,
May be as a punishment of her mind-set.
The drunken river of Amazon,
Turned greedy of blood wine,
As of the deaths, without any sign.
She had a bunch of slayer pets as captives,
Of deadly reptiles and aquatic lives.
She has being jailed among glaciers and oceans, and now-
She knows her destination, no matter hills or lawns.
Sonnet 53
Mother you just leave me starving with five grains of rice,
I cry yet you frown,
I wipe off the salty waters and bow down,
For I do nothing in the town.
I would like to be small to be well fed, as small as lice.
To reduce my stomach, my hunger-
Hunger that arises out of blunder,
Not of me, but of the wicked employer.
How long we will be treated as mice?
When will we be given the break to rise?
I will store my energy in every bit,
Of the fat in my body;
And wait, to see at least my children-
Sitting in chair with an elite meal.
Mother you just leave me starving with five grains of rice,
I will have half life with these,
I demand the worst grown rice not cheese.
I will turn to be a robber now,
Don’t blame me anyhow.
The robbers sit in thrones, he happy or
I would like to be small to be well fed, as small as lice.
Sonnet 54
I am afraid to open your diary;
Once a decade ago I did,
It killed the seed
Of my existence, tearing me in bits.
The day I thought of hating you hating you Mary.
Your son was lazy;
I was active even when the world was dozy.
I think this is why you were crazy.
Thinking of him or me did you turn weary?
Didn’t you plan for my marriage in a hurry?
People are not granted of their every wish,
I too was a bad wish for you.
Yet I like serving you-
As I am of your gender mother.
I am afraid to open your diary;
I do not like to be weak,
With a cause that I know to be bleak.
You ancestors are responsible; and you too
For neglecting sandals and preferring shoes.
I will be an exception; I had pledge to my conscience on
The day I thought of hating you hating you Mary.
Sonnet 55
Don’t you haunt me anymore!
I have ran enough with the pen,
Still you are not within my ken-
Dulling my memory lane.
I know you exist but prefer to hide in wit’s shore.
Days ago I had almost caught you in the book fair,
But the people I asked turned to be liars,
The illiterate buyers.
Do you want me to be bored?
I want to see you, Have to gather some lore?
I will catch you in your game,
By developing the power to light the shadows-
Under which you hide.
My pen is moving faster, be ready.
Don’t you haunt me anymore!
The days left are less,
To leave this mortal dress.
I have left my all- house, children and wife,
Now left only my life…
Illusive breezes cannot befool me; I will get you, or realize you;
I know you exist but prefer to hide in wit’s shore.
Sonnet 56
Look you have turned your drains into dustbins;
The income goes up to hundred thousands,
Yet what a brand!
Is this that you have developed beside you dwelling land.
Oh! Sorry it wasn’t yours; you can grin.
But don’t you dare to ask me to cure,
When the illnesses you are in to endure-
Will prove you to be impure.
Why do you wait to commit sin?
To invite trouble why are you all so keen?
See, you are feeling asleep,
As if I have the duty-
I have the interest; you are perhaps true-
But you will too when I am transferred.
Look you have turned your drains into dustbins;
I am a pig; you kick me for that,
But I clear your drains while you relish my fat.
You will have my flu-
Not for me but for the work you favor not to do.
I am better than you clearing you dirt-
Oh! Sorry it wasn’t yours; you can grin.
Sonnet 57
The baby was sleeping peacefully in the cradle.
Unaware of the fire-
Flaring to end desires-
And hopes that could have been admired.
A scene that pierces life with a poison touched needle.
The relatives were outside;
The flames got a chance to slide-
To eat up and then transfer the chide.
Where have the parents gone to peddle?
Coming back will their hearts settle?
They will perhaps come back soon,
And the father will jump in-
To save the little bud,
Who has not yet developed dreams.
The baby was sleeping peacefully in the cradle.
The fire must have felt like playing above,
To show its affection and love;
But in course it may touch it,
And end the life with other burning kit.
Footsteps have been heard , it will save the situation from turning into-
A scene that pierces life with a poison touched needle.
Sonnet 58
Still atmosphere, with scorching rays tormenting upon us;
I had no identity,
Neither sense to consider it as a pity-
But a uniform with uniformity.
I could smell my sweat and taste it as it dropped on the grass.
Eyes waiting to see something,
I didn’t know what thing-
When only the blank landscape or some living beings.
What’s after this that will truss?
Is it surprise or fuss?
Whatever I care not to think,
As I have commitment;
To fulfill even if my life goes away-
My soul will rest in peace.
Still atmosphere, with scorching rays tormenting upon us;
My family calls me earnestly,
Their faces flash and blink continually;
I gave out a breathe I felt danger-
Not of me but to make me feel I am a soldier.
The gun bears the weight of the Nation, let me hold it firmly.
I could smell my sweat and taste it as it dropped on the grass.
Sonnet 59
Cries have often blurted out roughly;
One day parties and celebration
Cheered the station-
With music in all forms within the mansion.
The gifted bangles have been broken brutally.
Once so happy, is now kicked,
For nameless reasons that had pricked-
The husband who’s cruelty has clicked.
Why does the good turn bad, unexpectedly?
Is there some way of reviving them pleasantly?
Perhaps the work pressure has increased,
To be lowered soon.
Or might be some problem that irritates him,
But not for long; He will calm down.
Cries have often blurted out roughly;
None tells you to be man!
When you hit me with the wand!
I do not complain, you don’t allow,
Tying me with a rope like a cow.
To revive your love, I will not complain that…
The gifted bangles have been broken brutally.
Sonnet 60
The bulldozer ran over the bricks and plasters;
Of the old-age home-
Breaking the calm domes,
Leaving them houseless without a place even to moan.
They aged even disturbed in their time of rest; what a disaster!
The rotten skin will not get pills now,
They seem to be the cows-
Driven away hitting them with dry boughs.
Don’t these contractors respect their father and mother?
Doesn’t their conscience push them to be kind hearted and better?
They have taken money-
The feelings have been put behind bars;
Still they will set up a similar home-
In their senescence, when they have means.
The bulldozer ran over the bricks and plasters;
Some betrayer has signed illicit piece-
In grasping greed than to miss-
The opening to become rich,
No matter if he is termed as bitch.
The goodness will crawl with repeated attacks to sense…
The aged even disturbed in their time of rest; what a disaster!
Sonnet 61
I am a branded man-eater;
I am known for my teeth and paws,
To break human laws,
And kill one biweekly and eat raw.
They set awards for me but not for the hunters.
I had the power, the support of the jungle-
I will have stronger limbs and voice to rumble-
Your guns to me are like bangles.
When will you turn as nature lovers?
I can repose, but will you punish my family killers?
I am no one to forgive you,
I am just a cause;
If you leave us in ourselves-
We will put a pause upon the kill.
I am a branded man-eater;
I had a family and my younger brother-
All were hunted down along with my neighbors;
If I sit quiet and chase gales,
Curses will seal my after life for the hell.
So this is my profession now, and will bid to change but…
They set awards for me but not for the hunters.
Sonnet 62
The two butterfly mating while the two lizards on either side-
Unaware of the peril surrounding them,
They embraced each other in the passionate game-
If they are killed, then what a shame!
All the time they were lost within, neglecting the outside.
Sex was to cheat them or their sex was to be cheated!
The tube light knew not then who in the depleted-
Earth would shake them before their lives are uprooted.
Why had they turned blind in spite of the light?
Can’t they be rescued with might?
The reptiles proceeded,
Then turned to their left,
Went past the two beautiful creatures-
It was their mating season too.
The two butterfly mating while the two lizards on either side-
The eyes of a boy watching the scene,
He took a photo but didn’t clean,
It from the flaws-
Leaving it to the Natural laws.
They were saved; romance was protected; it being in the lizards too but…
All the time they were lost within, neglecting the outside.
Sonnet 63
Crowds that I never saw in my life of ruling-
Blocked the roads and lanes,
Some peeping out from window panes,
Same hope in all that I will do something for these men.
I had papers that had false promises; my tongue will utter them without feelings.
My hear empathizes with you dears supporters,
The culprit is my chair,
Without which I lived once, but now will be bare.
What should I do with those voices ringing?
Shall I thrash the chair and come down from the ceiling?
I owe much to you,
I will perform –
Not in papers but in will,
You can surely be assured.
Crowds that I never saw in my life of ruling-
A heavy hand of the hidden monarch was in my shoulder,
With a lot more strength and power;
Let me utter false today,
I may be spitted upon after few days.
But there must be a way to escape and then speak out, but now-
I had papers that had false promises; my tongue will utter them without feelings.
Sonnet 64
The old car stood by the garage parking;
Cleaning was going on in the floor inside,
Doors closed as they chose to hide-
The new car like a new bride.
What a gift after so many years of serving!
The masters and mistresses,
Whenever they visited any places;
The dust touched the metal but not their dresses.
Will the new be as efficient and attached in feelings?
To serve you-Does it has a healthy bearing?
He is still stronger with these plain tires-
To carry the weights for hundreds of miles,
And then reach safely to home;
They will know once they have climbed the new stuff.
The old car stood by the garage parking;
Left for one month still,
The servants speak of their master’s will-
To sell it even in low cost
The wounds in the body do no more cost!
Still this wounded figure is superior and will be…
What a gift after so many years of serving!
Sonnet 65
A poor lyricist writing songs for none but self.
One thousand songs without music, without name-
Without money, without fame,
Waiting to burn in flames.
Thousand dollars for twelve in the shelf.
They have offered him,
Resting upon his weakness- him whim,
To taste the glass cased cream.
Did they want the titles from themselves?
From the trap of greed, should I not protect myself?
Let them buy,
Let me earn;
They will think that I can’t write more!
While the best is still in my mind.
A poor lyricist writing songs for none but self.
I will die to see my songs being sung and settle,
But will expire if I see them in other’s title.
None to respect me for I don’t have birth base,
Of jewels and diamonds in case.
My creations will never end, never stop its flow; let me now think of…
Thousand dollars for twelve in the shelf.
Sonnet 66
Exchanging blames were going on in the dining table;
For some subtle mistakes,
When mom made-
The materials for the cake.
Idiotic reasons were twisting to harm faith in the blood carrying cables.
I and my brother waiting to get them cool-
For they were looking as fools,
As they quarreled sitting upon the tools.
Have they ever thought what reaction in my little brother would bubble?
Will he too not learn to wrangle?
I laughed to create ease,
They were surprised and then ashamed-
Of what they were into-
Now we ate in silence.
Exchanging blames were going on in the dining table;
They didn’t notice,
That I didn’t even had one bread piece-
In my mouth and the fear of my brother-
Didn’t make them bother.
It will stop as it is groundless but they must realize
Idiotic reasons were twisting to harm faith in the blood carrying cables.
Sonnet 67
The water gurgled out-
As the farmer cut the canal out of the last pool,
The last source in this year’s rule-
The weather at no time was rainy but dry and cool.
One of the working men occasionally looks up at the sky and shouts…
Last year was same,
The season focused upon turning them lame,
In all aspect from food to the sells erasing their name.
Where is the excess water swelling out?
It knows we want her-yet why she is putting us in doubt?
Suddenly a storm started-
All took shelter under trees;
Far in the distance the sky looks –
Its ripe time now to reap.
The water gurgled out-
Of the pond-
But will it be able to maintain the bond!
That these reapers have with rain-
After two years staying out of brain.
It’s like a friend gone away; all eagerly waiting for his return, while-
One of the working men occasionally looks up at the sky and shouts…
Sonnet 68
The black posters have been pasted yesterday;
No one to go out were the admonition,
Whether to start business or for education,
Which the people seem to follow with caution.
Let the war restore democracy today.
The hope rings in every ears-
The bullets tearing the foreheads seemed to clear,
That they had overcome the administrative fear.
The policemen, are they not supposed to fill up the bay?
Apart from the men in power, does nobody have the right to place their say?
It has become a dumping ground of inhuman activities;
Yet a leader is there whom people follow sincerely;
They do not utter the name-
But works accordingly with zeal.
The black posters have been pasted yesterday;
The smell of the slaughtered bodies,
Has been a cause of the jackals’ rhapsodies.
The raped women sitting for marriage to be raped again-
They will not nag; they have turned harlots of men.
The seeping anger gives more power to their chief…
Let the war restore democracy today.
Sonnet 69
I didn’t want to hear this from you-
At least not in my birth-month; never…
You didn’t think of my fever,
The relation I suppose was not forever.
I wanted rain you gave me just drops, that too few…
I had always wished to know your mind and figure-
But the other girl knew the black spot pressing the trigger,
With another fire-pellet from you that tore my tears.
Was she the best in the crew?
Was love now fixed with screws?
I will not cry,
You do not deserve it-
But another relation,
With the one who has proposed me last month!
I didn’t want to hear this from you-
I was not stone nor the lord-
To think not or forgive you in accord;
I get the stench of extra affairs-
For your pleasure, I can’t form pair.
You can go; I will be find happiness in loneliness or in some others,
I wanted rain you gave me just drops, that too few…
Sonnet 70
I close this book now, and close my eyelids-
I have described the night enough, perhaps more;
Let me now go out of the roof door,
And allow it to describe itself from sky to floor.
My test is over your starts now, common water the seeds-
Which I have failed to farm,
And charm,
The readers and book worms.
Will you listen or I will have to plead?
After writing so much will I now have to read?
I have enough wits, you can’t hide-
Let the readers and lover of poetry get you-
Through my future write ups,
To decipher you truly.
I close this book now, and close my eyelids-
Let me take rest,
For creating the best.
Your Profoundness; that had instilled so many poets to write-
But none could win in the fight.
I will write you through you, you can’t say no-
My test is over your starts now, common water the seeds. [more]
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