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Life & Death (28-01-05)

Posted by admin on Mar 18, 2010 in Poetry

Life & Death

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In this journey of life and death

There is no sorrow or joy

It’s only a breath

That livens or kills

Or makes men play

The games that they indulge in all day

To feel empowered, mighty and divine

They come and conquer

Get heady on wine

And then they believe

That life is a high

It had no beginning

Its end can’t be nigh;

This mortal journey

Of life and death

Is a continuous illusion

Only a breath;

Then is birth the beginning?

Or is the end death?

It’s just an illusion

That spans a mere breath.

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28-01-05

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What is Love

Posted by admin on Mar 11, 2010 in Poetry

What is love

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Love is ephemeral love is sublime

Love is longing love is divine

Love is belonging

Love is surrender

To be with oneself

And submerge with its embers

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Love is passion and pain

Love is dying and more

Love is choking and gasping

Only love is its cure

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Love is giving and getting

Love is laughter and tears

Love makes us spin

On its axis for years

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To love means to give

And to love means to sing

Love is caring and breathing

And flying with zing

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In love you will cry

And for love you can die

It consumes and singes

And erodes all your hinges

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Love is consumption

Love is feeling a high

Love is not a presumption

Love can even make you cry

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When in love you are hoping

When in love you are coping

The good get better

And the better can be moping

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Let no one who has loved

Ever be sad

Love even unreturned

Has a rainbow–be glad

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All those who have loved

Have seen god by their side

Heavens dusting gold

On dreams for them to ride

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Love is the best feeling

It makes you airborne

Share it enjoy it preserve it–

Don’t be torn

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Those who don’t love

Are crafted from stones

They have ice and snow

Inside them— not bones

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Each one teach one

That love is the best

Panacea to diseases

That man has in his nest.

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The Season of Love

Posted by admin on Mar 11, 2010 in Poetry

The season of love

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There’s fragrance in the air

There’s a blue sky above

The birds chirp wildly

Are they heady on love?

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The days are crisp

And the nights fly fast

Both hunger and sleep

Are things of the past

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The moon shines brighter

Like a blossoming rose

There’s no more darkness

No tears no woes

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These are the days

For the world to heed

The song of all lovers

Allow them to breathe

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It’s the season of love

When two souls begin

To merge into one

Their bodies and skin

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Their hearts sing aloud

Some even pinned on sleeves

And Cupid plays darts

There’s no cause to grieve

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But this month of love

Shall pass like a dream

It’ll end without warning

You’ll wake up down stream

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For love is ephemeral

Love is divine

It won’t last forever

You’ll survive—give it time

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If there is paradise… It is this (26-03-2008)

Posted by admin on Mar 11, 2010 in Poetry

If there is paradise…It is this

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Was that a dream,

Or was it a trance..

The babble of a brook

And flowers that dance

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A touch of a breeze

That tousles your hair

A hint of fragrance

Is it really there?

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The green, the red

The violet and blue

Colours that only

An artist can brew

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But you have painted

A canvas so real

Dewdrops on the grass

Or are they pearls?

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And nature beckons

At its pristine best

To lie on your back

And view god’s own nest

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A sky full of stars

The night strums a tune

Hark! It’s a melody

The song of the moon

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I still don’t know

If that was a dream

Or my mind played a trick

And I’ll wake up down stream..

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Can you tell me if that

Was a dream or a trance

The babble of a brook

And flowers that dance..

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March 26, 2008

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All those have lied

Posted by admin on Mar 9, 2010 in Poetry

All those have lied

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All those have lied

Who told me

Time would ease me

Of my pain

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For pain never lessens

Its edges don’t dull

It eats up your insides

Your heart and your skull

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It comes and burrows

Deep in your cells

It throbs and bleeds

And burns you in hell

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You may pop many pills

With fanciful claims

You’ll hurt even more

All over again

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For pain is a curse

It’s an undying force

It wrecks all the blocks

That lie on its course

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But wait all you victims

There is just one cure

One that will make it

Go away…endure

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If only another one’s

Coming your way

It can drown it, strangle it

And keep it at bay

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So the wretched old thing

Can’t raise its head

But a bigger one shall

Replace it instead.

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The Ghouls Within…

Posted by admin on Mar 9, 2010 in Poetry

The ghouls within..

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Look inside your soul

There’s a dark pool within

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Drive out the ghouls

That are living therein

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This is not their abode?

Don’t trap them there

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Open your soul to

Let in, pure fresh air

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Let the demons fly out

Give them their release

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This is not their home

They need to be freed

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For these are the ghouls

That haunt your mind

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They shriek and tremble

Make you doubt the divine

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They drive a stake

Into the folds of your shell

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They ride on your thoughts

To make your life hell

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Do you know these creatures

That plague you like this

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They are your own thoughts

That you can’t dismiss

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And the day you can spot

The root of your pain

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You’ll be freed from its terror

It wont bind you again

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It’s those demons inside you

That you need to slay

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Tune into the lightness

And chase them away…

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The Relay (19-04-2005)

Posted by admin on Mar 9, 2010 in Poetry

The relay

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I can’t believe

I’m fifty four

Is that death knocking

At my door?

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Age runs a relay

Faster than time

Youth stands no chance

It’s left far behind

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And here I am

Strung somewhere between

I spruce and shine

I dress and preen

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I walk and work-up

A sweat, shall we say

To keep the signs

Of erosion at bay

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Each day at dawn

I breathe in the dew

Deep and hard

To keep myself new

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But age is timeless

Its velocity’s unchanged

It seeps into all

Every lock, every mane

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Down the pyramids

And along the Nile

It ravaged the beauteous

And creased their smiles

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Who can outrun it

Which man or beast

It’ll devour the swiftest

In one big sweep

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No matter how well

You hold back the clock

Pin its hands down

Withstand the knocks

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It will find a portal

In air, land or sky

To snatch you away

To break every tie

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It’s god’s divine plan

Its nature’s diktat

We’re helpless and mortal

No point fighting that

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Have I really

Turned fifty-four

Is that death

Who knocks at my door?

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19-04-2005

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Art Connect to Higher Self

Posted by admin on Mar 9, 2010 in Articles

Prisons geographically lie within cities limits. Bounded on all sides by walls that create a fearsome psychological divide, they slice the populace into two worlds of polar opposites that co-exist on either side of the wall with completely contrasting lives. These are worlds of the hideous and the sublime that are both public and private and the core of their existence is defined by freedom or the lack of it. Lives across the walls are infinitely, dissimilar and terrifying on the other side in their seclusion.

Like Dante’s ninth circle of Hell, Tihar jail was once a place of depravity, brutality and corruption. The biggest and meanest prison in Asia sprawling across 400 acres in the heart of west Delhi, it used to inspire wild-eyed fear because of the killers, drug addicts and swindlers who ran private fiefdoms inside with the collusion of venal wardens.

Stroll through the grounds now and you could well be at a county garden fête. Immaculate lawns, flower beds arrayed with seasonal blossoms, palm trees swaying in the breeze, tidy hedgerows… these are the first things you encounter as the gates are padlocked with a deafening metallic crunch behind you. The paths are clean, devoid of the filth that you see on most of Delhi’s roads. Once inside and out of sight of the perimeter walls and watchtowers, there is nothing to tell you that this is a high-security prison number 5.

Apart from birdsong, and the hustle bustle of the inmates going about their daily routine nothing disturbs the silence in the courtyard of the jail. The under trials are dressed in coloured clothes, the convicts wear white. There is an air of calm. Prisoners sit cross-legged on the ground in a huddle in disciplined silence doing breathing exercises. Others stroll in the surrounding gardens inside the barracks purposefully, going about their assigned duties without any giveaway signs of brutality or incarceration. If there is a gruesome underbelly of corruption, exploitation, torture and abuse within these walls, there is no indication of it on the faces of these male inmates all aged between 18 and 21 years.

The jail’s holistic approach keeps them busy, gives them new skills, keeps them fit and connected to the outside world. It provides education and training in computers, weaving, baking, painting, carpentry and sewing. Potato chips and snacks made by convicts are marketed outside as TJ (Tihar Jail) Specials. So are carrier bags and envelopes made with handmade paper. Paintings are exhibited and sold. The jail also has its own website, created by prisoners.

If all this sounds unusual, the reason is that Tihar Jail is indeed different from many other jails. Only 20 per cent of its inmates are convicts. The rest are under trials — suspects waiting to be charged, waiting for bail or waiting for their trials.

From a medieval hellhole to a model prison: that is the transformation which has compelled prison reformers from all over the world to come and study how Tihar has been turned around.

Enter Anubhav Nath, a spirited and dedicated, brilliant young man with a difference. A man who broke into the confines of the jail with a mission that was fired by his zeal. He intended to offer a real glimpse of prisons to mainstream society. To return to society a minuscule portion of what had been given to him by the privilege of his birth he began working with the inmates of jail no 5 to focus upon male inmates aged between 18 and 21 years. In a novel way he set about to reform and rehabilitate the inmates through the medium of art.

To him prisons mirror society and the inmates are an ideological institutionalized apparatus, just like any other: school, church or hospital. Incarceration for anyone is sheer anguish and he recognized the need to help inmates to overcome stress and control their inherent pain and grief. He believed that art could help them to vent their emotions, positively, on canvas. It was his way of affording them mental clarity and a means to express themselves. With a new creative focus he felt, they could see their own actions in a sharper light that would to calm them down and catalyze the process of their inner healing. The role of art to reclaim this class of citizens from crime soon became evident.

With his consistent effort through the Ramchander Nath Foundation, Anubhav initiated a weekly painting class to provide training in art within the prison premises. As the group progressed he held work shops headed by leading contemporary artists at the jail premises to interact with inmates and to explore different art-related career opportunities and thereby utilise art as a medium of therapy.  It was evident that these art and artist interactive workshops had changed the atmosphere in the jail— inmates appeared calmer and more co-operative and their equation with the staff more harmonious.

The Indian art world was about to receive an unusual batch of aspiring painters, from an equally unusual place. These artists, young inmates lodged in Asia’s largest prison Tihar Jail were going to come into the public eye, but this time for a different reason. The program had been chalked out the on a large scale. All prisoners in the age group of 18 to 21 years were to learn painting, and once they were trained, their works would be displayed at various art exhibitions. The step was being taken to inculcate creativity in them so that they did not take to crime a second time. The motive was to make art a long-term asset for them.

Encouraged by the positive results of their art therapy, the Ramchander Nath Foundation decided to organise an all jail painting competition for the inmates last year. Beyond their expectations, they got an overwhelming response. A panel of judges that comprised of eminent artists like Jagannath Panda, Josh P.S. and Ram Rahman selected the best works and the proceeds generated from the sale were allocated to individual artist inmates to aid them in their vocational training and rehabilitation. This was to become an annual feature.

For the long term Anubhav’s aim is to help inmates explore different career opportunities related to the arts. For him the unanswered questions that remain are…
Who is a criminal? Isn’t mainstream society harboring more criminals? What makes the inmate-citizen different from the free-citizen? Is the crime factor inscribed on the former justified? Aren’t many living in free-society actually in self-inscribed prisons?

These, each one of us needs to ponder upon, but for the moment it is Anubhav’s efforts that deserve applause. His conviction is that no one is born a criminal and crime is only circumstantial. That everyone deserves a second chance, therefore artists who are the epitome of out-of-the-box thinkers should come forward and help to reform and rehabilitate these victims of circumstance and that no one has the right to be judgmental on anyone else’s character.

Hardly anyone can dispute that.

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To Read My Eyes

Posted by admin on Feb 27, 2010 in Poetry

Staring in the mirror
I look deep inside
but I cant get past
this veil of my self
To read my eyes

Walls steam up
The dewdrops dance,

they trickle down the side
to tell me a tale

but …

I cant read my eyes

My eyes are real
my desires too,
I cant get a grip
on the floor sprayed with dew
My eyes stare back

at me as they do
you read them well

but I  cant get past

this veil of you…

I stare in the mirror

I look deep inside

I cant get past

This veil of my self

I cant read my eyes….

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As It Will Be

Posted by admin on Feb 27, 2010 in Poetry

sleet rhymes formed

emotionless… motionless…

limericks jingled past
humorless…toneless…

poems were read
telling… selling…

all this was wasted
on the mind
the heart
the bard
the art

I see it will be
clever words
you write

fairy tales
you will tell
to make your point
to say it again

the rhymes
the limerick
the poem
and mulish me….

I see it is as will be

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