In the beginning
Humans were superstitious
Fearful and slow
It took thousands of years
To realise To know
After long periods of
Deliberations
There is only
ONE SUPREME POWER
Responsible for
Entire
CREATION
Running
Timeless Eternal Show
In the past
We worshiped anything
Which looked
Fearsome
Too large Too grand
Things Phenomena
We didn’t understand
Starting with
Elements
Didn’t skip
Anything
Any sorts
Birds Trees
Animals Stars
Turning all into
Higher Lesser gods
Indians Sumerians
Phoenicians Akkadians
Did own experimentations
Contemplative Imaginations
Played evolutionary part
Superstition Fear Instilled Exploited
By ruling priestly class
Fertile Soil Charming Fibs
Investing gods with Human attribs
To themselves Those of gods
Killing people Burning people
Soulless people ‘Soulful’ burning
People Burning People
With different spiritual yearning
Who didn’t fit The slot
If
Ye thanking Goodness
It happened in the past
Kindly hold yer hearts
People being slaughtered
In the cities
In the wars
Still burning Humans
Reasons
Those of past
Celebrating proudly
‘Civilisation’ Rot
Still the same Reasons Theo Maniac Daemons
Cruel petty humans
We were in
The beginning
Uncivilized past
The Core The Seed
The very own
START
BROWN SAHIBS
India my country
Land of my birth
i love you
i hate you
Depending on the urge
The positive urge of mine
Was born before
The Time
But hatred
In the future
Of
The Past
Born in the wave’s surge
Will die in the surf
Before it can
Reach my heart
What is India
i ask
A mass of land
Or
A land of mass
Is it soil
Or
The people
Which one The constant
Earth will produce the minerals
Soil gives birth to grain and cereals
In order to nourish
Sustenance material
For its children and for others
But its People who been
Thinking Breathing
Searching Seeking
In lap
Of their Mother
Turning their physical Metaphysical Best
Conclusions
Of all satisfied Quests
Into Timeless Tested Theorems
Timeless Fountain Distilled wisdom
Of the Highest Altar
And that’s precisely what i am after
But lest we forget
Earth cannot be without
THE MASTER
Without the Earth People will vanish
Wherever Indians are
Cannot live without India
Their heart cries
Soul will famish
But half the Indians can’t read or learn
Complain 1st world’s sahibs
Condescendingly
Some time with concern
To them
Let me make a categorical statement
So called uneducated Indians
Are the wisest
Kindest
Beautiful persons
Devastatingly simple
Childlike innocence
But childlike Divine purity
Often disturbs the fragile sanity
Of their sophisticated brethren
Embarrassing needling
Brown sahib’s vanity
So trusting is tenacity
Gave up
Body soul and mind
To foreign educated Locally fabricated
Brown sahibs
Of all kind
Hoping Trusting
They will lead out of
Thousand year’s grind
They are told not to hurry
Take it easy
Not to worry
According to Dharma* You are suffering Due to Karma ^ So no more questions
Or futile discussions
Hurricanes aside
We’re very tight on
Mental tides
Divine powers
Vested in us lot
So keep voting for us
The highest caste
We will recommend you
For a better slot
In your next life
In the mean time
Let us fulfil
The dreams of
Our children Our family
Our electoral territories
People accuse us
Of inertia hibernation
Wasteful schemes
Shall see realisation
Of our dreams
Be warned if you ask questions
Think get away with interruptions
Security Forces have strict instructions
Detain you maim you for life
Are a threat to our children
Ourselves our wives
Our endowment’s planned maturity
Serious threat to National Security
Fear Naught The Rotting Rot
No fears No tears
Don’t forget the bumming bums
The noisy Ho Hum
We live in Hypocrisy
World’s largest Democracy
‘Coz every five years
Our masters come out
Of their ivory towers
Perform in seasonal circus
Throw in some promises
Subtle Display of power
Thereafter
Every five years
Pledges are renewed
Like parrots
Opponents are killed
Openly challenged to fatal duels
And the wise people of India
Are dubbed by these comedians
The biggest ever fools
On whose blind mandate
They rule and rule
And rule…
* Duty; Righteousness; Sometime misquoted as Religion ^ Deeds; Actions
Professor Stephen Hawking
DISABLED CHILDREN
People see them as handicapped
Doldrums
But they are
God’s
Beloved
His Special Children Special Breed of Warriors
Sent here to our
Earth
To lend their
Fighting Spirit
Invincible Undiminished
Mirth
To show us the way
Without any biological cringe
That
All is not lost
Nothing is lost
By losing
Or
Being born without a limb
Shorn all of the limbs
Born with a rare disease
Strange unconventional looks
A strange looking Crease
Neither will produce any dint
What so ever
As long as they posses
Their Mind and Spirit
Nothing else matters
Even when
Mind goes numb
In deep Slumber
In front of
Their Inner Eye
It still doesn’t matter
Their Higher Conscious
The real ‘I’
Takes over
Soul
Will look after
They are sent here
For us
To learn and
Be inspired
Despite these calamities
Disorders
Limbs are missing
Soul maybe tired
Human Spirit cannot be kept down
It will
Glide in
Perpetual Ascending Order
And
Pray
Who is handicapped
Why this fuss
Who needs help
Them or Us
Looking at the way
Some normal people
Behave and portray
i would rather be one of them
The Silent Ones
Of
The Minds Numb
Who come down
To This Planet
To suffer
And
Usher
To
Strike and Ignite
To
Infuse and Suffuse
A New
Undying
Invincible Spirit
Dedicated to fellow traveller
Major H.P.S. Ahluwalia’s “PERPETUAL ASCENDING SPIRIT”
‘Everest Hero’. Down, maybe? Out. NEVER!
jetty Singh
28.12.1999
Karl Amman
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MATERNAL LOVE
Earth is
Strewn with trees
Lush and green
All over
Far flung
These are
Mother Earth’s Lungs
Re oxygenating
Polluted air
For us to live
Herself
Inhaling Absorbing
Poisonous stuff
And
That is
Mother’s Love
It is
MASTER’S BLESSING
Divinely Distinct
Purest among seeding thoughts
Feelings and Instincts
Thought is Seed
Seed is Thought
Whence came the Seed
Whence came the Thought
MASTER
Gave the Seed
The Seek and The Sought
MASTER
Gave the Thought
Ever seen
A seed Germinating
In a Valley’s coombe
Sprouting from
The Mother Earth’s
Womb
Ever seen
Flowering bud so keen
Opening Bursting
With Joyous Swoon
Ever watched
The first rain of the season
Falling like teardrops
Flowing uncontrollably
Pure compassionate reasons
On scorched land
Gashes Incision
Plundered Out of hand
Nature weeping convulsively
Over
Thirsty Dying Earth
Like a dying child
In lap of a crying mother
Eying looted hearth
Ever seen
A lioness
Tending her pride
With motherly love
Tender almost
As of a dove
When its time to
Feed her cubs
Same tender feeling
Transforms her
Into
A killing goddess
With penchant
For
Sacrificial Blood
Sacrificial Death
Of
Some one else
Life for herself
And
Her cubs
And
That too is
Motherly Love
Charlie Chaplin Looking at his own creation .
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PYRRHIC VICTORY
Its History
Of
Our Pyrrhic Victory
Over
A
Broken Handsome Man
Broken by
Fellow Humans
Civilised Demons
Rat Race
Fast Pace
Written large on
His sad face
Destroyed By
Systematic Progression
Progressing Depression
Mind Machines
Technological Preen
Pecuniary Sheen
GNP Gloss
Confuffling Dross
Cerebrum Spun
Exactly like
Candy Floss
Held by tiny hand
Of a Baby
Once He was
Caressed adoringly
In Mother’s Lap
Maternal Clasp
Gleaming Hope
Father’s Champ
Deluding Dope Vicious Trap
We trample
With Impunity
Then call him
A Tramp
Forgetting
He is Human
Made by us
A Human Cramp
Ad Infinitum Infinitum Affinity
Remember
He still has got
His
GOD
Given Dignity
Wheel of Rebirth. Painting by an unknown Napalese artist.
Taeger Collection
In response to a casual chat with
a Buddhist Lama.. Buddhists don’t believe either in God or Soul because they cannot see these physically, as evidence. So
no proof, no existence. However, Lord Buddha believed in Law of Transmigration..
CAUSE & EFFECT
So there is no soul
Without soul
No Transmigration
Once person is dead
No Rebirth
Extirpation Annihilation
End of your Role
On this Earth
No Sorrow No Mirth
Meditation
Enlightenment Inner Contemplation
All lost Evaporate
In short lived haste
Just like that
What a terrible waste
But it doesn’t make sense
No Logical Defence
Nothing is without purpose
Without any goal Everything has a Role
In our Universe
Humans aren’t amorphous
They
Relate regulate
Evolve graduate
One lifetime is too short
Too Compact
To Learn Digest
Be judged Progress
To
Become Complete Perfect
Exampli Gratia
A person commits a murder
Commits rape
Robs others
Instead of punishment sorrows
Gets
Luxuriant wallows
Numerous cubs he sires
Comforts rife
Gets anything he desires
Says Them
No Soul Only one life
Carnivorous Lust
No justice
And he expires
Neither Just
Nor Right
Ravished life with glee
In the end Scot free
He goes
Ye think
Not so
That’s why
Life span is kept short
A brief interlude
A Lyrical Lyre
And
Bodies do get tired
Will perish
Burnt out fire
Not the Soul
Will depart
Come back in new body
As per Karmic ability
For Growth
For Accountability
Of
The Past Causes
Carried forward
Wherefore Thence
Past Effects
Henceforth Here
That’s why
SOUL IS THERE Learning Yearning
Striving
To
Mend and Grow
Control The Urge
To Purge
Become Perfect
And
Finally Merge
Each life span
A Milestone
Experiencing the journey
By Yourself
All Alone
Robinhood and men of Greenwood Classic 1917 illustration by N.C. Wyeth
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HIGHWAY ROBBERS
People who
Rob Rape or Murder
Are new entrants in Life
Infant Souls Infant Minds
Untrained Raw
Spiritually Blind
In medieval times
These Neophytes
Black hooded Hoods
Not to be confused with
The Robinhoods
Used to rob ‘other’ People
We are talking about
Highway Robbers of the other kind
The Archetypes
Who killed and plundered for material gain
Without slightest hint of shame
or respite
However
Good side to their sordid affair
Intentions of those Were visible declared
No Pretensions No Falsehoods
Victims knew Where they stood
Were aware W hat lay ahead
What They were going to get
Ones who survived
Had a chance To rehabilitate
Revive life Reinstate
But victims of spiritual robbers
‘Holy’ men
Robbing the mind
Plundering the spirit
Have no deliverance
No prayer No hope
These spiritual jugglers
Astral superstars Holy wizards
Have worldwide Spiritual circus
Juggle the mind Juggle the spirit
Of their fee paying audience
With worthless Plagiarised dope
They come in all shades
All kinds
Soft whispering mellifluous whine
Some like mine
Loud booming rhyme
Making beeline
For confused Lost minds
Embalming dead minds
With smooth seducing tongue
Mesmerising Hypnotising Gibberish dribbling drip
Like spider wrapping victim With silk soft scum
Poor arrested minds ‘Classical’ iron grip
Of their saviours claws
Who instil the fear Then exorcise the spirit
And receive a grateful applause
Sham charade going on
Lo ‘service’ to humanity
Ancient wisdom long gone
Demeaning Insanity
In the end* i must stress
Genuine noble souls
Cannot be suppressed
Like Lightning
Spread Even faster
The Message of Love
Of
LORD
OUR MASTER
* Dedicated to Sri Arka Ji. A genuine Maha Pursh (great soul),
a dear Friend and to other genuine souls like him, who abounds this universe.
These last words of this poem came to my mind with him in my thoughts.
With Humility and Respect
Jetty Singh
Tower of Babel
Pieter Brueghel the Elder
TOWER OF BABEL
To me it sounds like a Chinese duet* i don’t understand
But this is truer than truest
That the Language of God Still the best kept secret
The Sanctimonious universal strand
Charles the V In spite of quixotic fosses His Iberian losses
Spoke French to his courtiers Almost in rhyme
Spoke German to his horses
Italian to his concubines
And Spanish to God
About English
Had no Time Incline Thought
No thoughts No Language No Language No Thoughts
To Hindus
Sanskrit is the language Chosen by God For revelation
Thus Sanskrit is spoken by all In Heavens
Prima Facia Evidence
For India’s unending festivities Celebrations
According to Muslims
God chose The Arabic
Hence Arabic is the Lingua franca of
The Paradise Angels and the Cherubics
The Vikings say in Sweden
In full throated blast Down pouring drench
That Adam spoke Swedish in Garden of Eden
Thor thundered in Norse
And the serpent spoke French
Like Napoleon spoke To young Prussian wench
But
i am gratefully entrenched In gratitude
Don’t mind chest thumping attitude or This multi Lingual Fable
Despite the rich multitude
This Tower of Babel
This Multi Lingual Clock
Of God Given Languages Linguistic Flock
Humans try to denigrate annihilate mock
Other Humans Other’s language Welsh Irish Scot’s
Indeed A very ‘grateful’ Lot
But this Ignorance too will pass Not last
Each Language will thrive
Each Language will grow
The more ye suppress
The more it will Glow
* No offence to my Chinese Brothers Sisters.
i don’t understand Chinese Language
These poems may not be re-produced without express permission of the author.
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