tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138355282024-03-05T06:42:15.409-05:00Rude AwakeningsRude Awakeningshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04848605895353793437noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835528.post-82462679686042066042009-02-22T00:44:00.004-05:002009-03-11T22:53:11.524-04:00Mystical Road.Epiphanies, by the window,<br />All white through the day,<br />Then brows tear apart,<br />Seeing through the haze.<br /><br />Judgement, falls through,<br />The wide gapping hole,<br />Then light sits within,<br />The contested soul.<br /><br />Sweet melody of illusions,<br />will find its end,<br />Bonds linger awhile,<br />Then letting go.<br /><br />Darkness sits aside,<br />Now a light holds,<br />The magic crystal,<br />Of the eternal soul.<br /><br />Flying on the cosmic highway,<br />Beyond the speed of light,<br />Now it’s time to unite,<br />With the mystical road.Rude Awakeningshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04848605895353793437noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835528.post-68789500395415465832009-02-22T00:16:00.002-05:002009-02-22T00:17:54.093-05:0099.9%?In the wake of the Mumbai terror attacks of November 26th, 2008 in India, I had awoken a different person. The terror attacks were unprecedented and unimaginable by a city that never sleeps, strolls or walks, rather it is always dynamic, ever-changing and fast. It has left a nation in the midst of an economic boom, flustered and humbled. India is a country that has been plagued by communal and religious terrorism since the advent of independence from British rule, back in 1947. This country of over a billion, where every religion on earth has found a home, has been infested with excessive poverty and negligence. The political bureaucracy has turned the masses into commodities and numbers, where the scream of each one is lost in the massive cloud of a billion people. The political, judicial and legislative systems of the country have been demeaned and dismantled by the power hungry political parties that only indulge in the “blame game” and “voting numbers” game.<br /><br />Today’s world history is being marked by innumerable cultural and economic battles, leaving only the innocent dead. In a time, where the separation between the rich and poor, the politicians and the commoners is increasing exponentially, is there still hope for peace? I remember, watching a speech President Bill Clinton made to the graduation class of Harvard 2007 on Class Day. He mentioned a fact, which has been known since we begun to understand our beginnings. “Each human on earth is 99.9% identical to the other, anywhere in the world. Then why do we continue, to only focus on the less than 0.1% that is different.” And he went further to explain that the underlying cause of all the angst was the fact that, that 0.1% has become more important to us than the 99.9% that is identical.<br /><br />So, the question for humanity today is, will it be possible to accept the fact that we all are the same, irrespective of the vast superficial and cultural differences that less than 0.1% of variability causes? I feel, the fate of humanity might be resting on the answer to this dilemma.Rude Awakeningshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04848605895353793437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835528.post-61205513016739014862009-02-22T00:13:00.001-05:002009-02-22T00:13:40.220-05:00A God Awaits.<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The wheels of time, I turn,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A maze of life, I construct,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The whimsical war zone, I sculpt,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A broken identity, I proclaim.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The hanger of life, I flood,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A brutish laughter, I launch,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The watery love affair, I convey,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A swollen reward, I discard.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Turn inwards, a god awaits.</span>Rude Awakeningshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04848605895353793437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835528.post-9893138550011592432009-02-22T00:09:00.001-05:002009-02-22T00:11:12.595-05:00Final Stride..<span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The soul worn out, life lost its’ lusty persona, </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">haunting mystery, hope filled misery. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The tunnel of obscurity had come to an end. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Helix of life rested, resolved, sadly un-twirled. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The fallacy had faded as did the lies. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">My chair stood still, as my mind swiveled about. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Years squandered to insert myself in a webbed corner, </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">All evaporated in a moment, leaving a dusty shadow. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Now I took my final stride,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">As a pile of blistered ash.</span>Rude Awakeningshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04848605895353793437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835528.post-54668176787471282332009-02-22T00:03:00.000-05:002009-02-22T00:04:20.879-05:00Ms. Jii.Hands worn out, not touch<br />Eyes worn out, not sight<br />Mind worn out, not thoughts<br /><br />The lines cris-cross her palm,<br />Creating an illusion of wisdom,<br />For all they tell is a tired tale,<br />An old woman with a young girl’s heart.<br /><br />Dust has settled over her lids,<br />In the lines created by incident and pain,<br />The burden of years has stunted her height,<br />But behind the lids lies the truth untold,<br />The fires still burning<br />And the dreams still craving.<br /><br />Sagging body shows the trails of defeat,<br />Her hairless head exposes the damage,<br />But the veins that run across spill the truth,<br />Of rich red blood still rushing,<br />And pulse burly throbbing.<br /><br />A figure so small and fragile,<br />Holds a stick for support,<br />Unstable walks and trembling hands,<br />Make it hard for her to show,<br />The steady will her mind follows,<br />And dreams her hands can hold.<br /><br />“Don’t be fooled by my persona,<br />It is only a show,<br />The body gets weak, and the mind gets sure,<br />That’s called being old”<br /><br />The old woman yells,<br />with a spark in her soul,<br />“The fires gone, I’m no fool,<br />But the warmth still lingers,<br />Letting my soul forever grow”Rude Awakeningshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04848605895353793437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835528.post-25566817775775900712009-01-06T21:22:00.001-05:002009-01-06T21:28:04.944-05:00coming of winter..!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH1kzHCI8B1TNor9NKpyeMTk27ZH5dtSrRRfABKyzKk-CQ-4nG-rysnJQYttkjUFFbxEC9fLDj3aStzOTA4qpe7ttHfFMhA1mk-5MNEfkdgM5t6LY06sna06dInn6j3PxlAcgv/s1600-h/DSC02395.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">The universe is existent without us. <o:p></o:p><br />We don’t give the universe meaning; <o:p></o:p><br />rather we need to extract significance from it, <o:p></o:p><br />to empower ourselves. <o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">What sense can souls that cuss before they pray, make? <o:p><br /> </o:p><br />So should we look above the minute details, of skin and hair?<o:p></o:p><br />Listen beyond the politics of the human race. <o:p></o:p><br />Feel past the comfort of a silky chase. <o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">What about the empty space within us, <o:p></o:p><br />and the one exceeding into outer space? <o:p></o:p><br />There is still so much to know and explore. <o:p></o:p><br />And yet we tussle in the familiar, <o:p></o:p><br />over and over, creating a mess. <o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">I don’t know how they do it. <o:p></o:p><br />All I want to do is, be happy and pursue a rationale. <o:p></o:p><br />Not one that involves judging others, and dragging them down. <o:p></o:p><br />Not one that entails, spitting shit out of my mouth. <o:p></o:p><br />Not one that cries of desperation and degrade. <o:p></o:p><br />Not a life full of pointless fears. <o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">I want an existence, of smiles, <o:p></o:p><br />one without blood stained lips. <o:p></o:p><br />I want to understand the world, <o:p></o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">without fueling any hate. <o:p></o:p><br />I want to see the atoms engage, <o:p></o:p><br />without blasting each others face. <o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">There is no race, not human nor intellectual. <o:p></o:p><br />It is present only, in our self-made, <o:p></o:p><br />insecure cage. <o:p></o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Rude Awakeningshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04848605895353793437noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835528.post-88790076573790277522008-02-19T16:09:00.002-05:002008-12-10T04:18:06.139-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGucJwub8Np6SPBSXz4Py3gDzYZt5m5QbDF4EUcc6VzmBRs4vIU_bBebXuIOqNtyLVtQbG0wl8Bvb1SFOnz9z-JKXznw8f53k_pf7ur1P2TTGdPbIZkVcjJKfAKpKLiIUNDdn4/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_0023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGucJwub8Np6SPBSXz4Py3gDzYZt5m5QbDF4EUcc6VzmBRs4vIU_bBebXuIOqNtyLVtQbG0wl8Bvb1SFOnz9z-JKXznw8f53k_pf7ur1P2TTGdPbIZkVcjJKfAKpKLiIUNDdn4/s400/Copy+of+IMG_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168802087766395618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEmrwB0KzdvxFP-OHv-LXno_WvVkHU5CYTR8rJvhmMBYpZBNpj7Us3XtIqBxqS5fu7oQx3oc3PFSsVvxzEMYAU9HOyukb5w1KN_WzYGxeQwk5_LhRN2zY1XM79W_3saB0BBPS/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_0157.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">What was that sound?<br />Was it a hiss under some feet?<br />Or the sound of a crumpled autumn leaf?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><o:p></o:p>What was that echo?<br />Was it a cracked window shield?<br />Or the sound of a splinter into fleshy meat?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><o:p></o:p>What was that thump?<br />Was it a dead deer on the street?<br />Or the sound of an orphan getting beat?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><o:p></o:p>Unfortunately, it is an heart,<br />finally within reach.<br /></p>Rude Awakeningshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04848605895353793437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835528.post-66861003129608045742007-10-31T23:19:00.001-04:002008-12-10T04:18:06.450-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbFASyU-RporJT1subM2FB2z_qHsVDyTbQ1ScV6EOBwm8yD2S7hkuf7pOht12WOZ-WCIWa5IlyAzQRkv3JUUATUHJdJvrMRGe9RCdHDkAGjOfV53D9rLYB4skTJK0l3DIkuEd/s1600-h/purple+rose.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlOJhDlylb0ItR7Kn0IFad5_EL5jKdRxsWU7oE0BVMjk1A5X9vxHQrI7rMH979ijud8EAqmbYR2TgwwAR_17LHZrcejMb6wBfw-NlrvIejyyd57szdJpawlH9PmPBZKTCPI6a/s400/green+field.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125480225492791906" border="0" /></a>Rude Awakeningshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04848605895353793437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835528.post-76069680354446106072007-10-13T12:03:00.000-04:002007-10-13T12:06:30.528-04:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Billions are swarming,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">as blood red and capital green.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Generosity is restricting,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">due to lack of social responsibility.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The tortured are ignored,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">as the anguish is lingering.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Self- preservation is priority,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">due to perceived futility.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The world gets warmer,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">as our hearts turn frosty.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">We set the world afire,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">due to a deficit in community.</span>Rude Awakeningshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04848605895353793437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835528.post-74452092711648387172007-09-29T05:12:00.000-04:002007-09-29T05:17:09.313-04:00<p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">As dreams sat beside me,<o:p></o:p><br />I began to ignore,<o:p></o:p><br />Smashed to smithereens,<o:p></o:p><br />My courage refused to show.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p>I craved and cried,<o:p></o:p><br />And now I began to ignore,<o:p></o:p><br />The few steps between us two,<o:p></o:p><br />Always never seem to go.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p>It is a struggle to show,<o:p></o:p><br />But I began to ignore,<o:p></o:p><br />The effort to unite, is daunting,<o:p></o:p><br />Perhaps, since it might be unsure<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p>As dreams instigated to leave,<o:p></o:p><br />I began to ignore,<o:p></o:p><br />The loss I would endure,<o:p></o:p><br />With nothing to hold<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p>I tried and dragged,<o:p></o:p><br />And now I began to ignore,<o:p></o:p><br />The piercing those ideas,<o:p></o:p><br />Will never be able to bestow<o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">They could have been my own,</span><o:p style="font-style: italic;"></o:p><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But I began to ignore,</span><o:p style="font-style: italic;"></o:p><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The dreams left unclaimed,</span><o:p style="font-style: italic;"></o:p><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Free, leaving me vain</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Rude Awakeningshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04848605895353793437noreply@blogger.com3