Hear Ye Hear Ye Hear
Meek of the Earth
Mighty Dictators
Afflicted People
Tyrannizing perpetrators
There is only
ONE
CREATOR
ALLAH YAHWEH GOD
Different names of the same
SUPREME LORD
MASTER’S BOUNTIES
MASTER’S GRACE
Black Brown White
Face
Different Face Different Mane
Different Names
All Same
Diverse they come
Engrave it on your heart
That
Human Race Is One
Some are parasites
Living off others
Some are accursed
Blubber the Bludger
Some are born to
Lead and serve
Marching ahead
Advancing further
Some live their life
Phantasies absurd
Full time dizzy
Conquering the world
Some live for themselves
In their mental keel
Values Scruples
Slipperier than eel
Some die for their word
Solid as Steel
Some waste life
In trivial pursuit
Rudderless Journey
Down the chute
And
Every aspect has
The Other
Like
Father Mother
Sister Brother
Void Throng
Right Wrong
What gluttony is to hunger
Insomnia is to slumber
Night and Day
Peace and Fray
Hope Despair
Antonym pair
Of two
And
This is also true
The minute you are born
Death is around the bend
And
Every Beginning has
The End
Except
THE MASTER
And
The life
Here after
MASTER
Gave us
Free Mind
Will Power
To
Make or Break
Create Devastate
You are architect of your destiny
Your Fate
In
This beautiful World’s
Maze
Of
Mourning and Feast
It is entirely up to you
To be
A Human Or A Beast
Manfred and the Witch of the Alps (1837)
The Whitworth Art Gallery, University of Manchester, Manchester, England
THEOMANIAC PYRE
Free Spirit
Free Soul
Lovelorn Lyric
Chasing Goal
Freedom of Mind
‘Religious’ Shenanigans
Inquisition Reminiscence
Millennial Grind
Freedom of Thoughts
Dogmatic Onslaught
Converting by the sword
Animal Hordes
Burning on stakes
For Goodness Sakes
Burning with tyres
In Sacred Fire
Theomaniac Pyre
Dancing Galore
NO More NO More NO More
Keep yer “Theological Upmanship”
In dark recess of yer heart
Yer Mythical Start
Stop plundering the Mind
Spare us all
Another “Theopanic” Bind
A Thousand Year Grind
NO More NO More NO More
Humans will exploit Humans
Exploit Everything
Especially Religion
In their warped visions
Not Religion exploiting Humans
Eternal Theomachual Irreverence
Pseudo Superior Inference
Unsolicited Interference
Fidei Defensor
Civilising Infidels Heathens
Encore
NO More NO More NO More
Intolerant Dogmatists
Obsessed Driven
“Religious” Fanatics
Fire Breathing
‘Preachers’ Autocratic
In this Age
In any Age
For Sure
NO More NO More NO More
Don’t interfere with Mind
Let it Fly
Unhindered
In The Spiritual Sky
Don’t Shackle the Thoughts
Let Them Freely Glide
Let them try
Communicate with
The Self
With
SUPREME LORD
Seeking
MASTER
Reaching
GOD
‘Themselves’
After the Deluge, Red Maple of Peace (For Laurie Sadly Listening)
Stephen Hannock
McKenzie Fine Art, New York
UP TO YOU
Eyes are to see
Let you know
What you see
Is up to you
Ears are to hear
Let you know
What you hear
Is up to you
Tongue is to speak
Let others know
What you speak
Is up to you
Nose is to breathe
To let you live
How you live
Is up to you
Mouth is to eat
To live and grow
What you eat
Is up to you
Legs are to carry
To and fro
Where you go
Is up to you
Mind is free
To think and know
What you think
Is up to you
Soul is there
To see you through
See it through
Is up to you
Goal is there
For
Sentient beings
To seek it
Reach it
Up to you
Mind is slave
Mind is master
How you master it
Up to you
School of Athens by Raphael (1510)
Vatican Museum
A news item about young men selling their kidneys in Assam,
in order to look after sick parents, triggered off this thought.
~ jetty Singh 05-05-2002
SERVANTS MASTERS
The Greeks got it right
Two millennium afore
Maybe few centuries more
Their Cultural Zenith Mental Heights
If ye want to rule people or a state
First learn to Speak and Serve
Naught yearn to rule dictate
Join Socratic School
Zealously With Verve
Learn Craft of State
Study Ethics with Aristotle
The Wise Human Throstle
Ridding Arrogance Knitting Humility Ditching Vanity
Starting Point The all embracing charity
For People’s servants and State
Riding High Platonic Faith
In India Good governance is a Mirage
A thing of past
A confused ‘Karmic’ Fate
Politics is indeed A most profitable trade
Politicians are new Rajas New masters
Born naught to serve But to rule
Vie for power salivate drool
Cunning Lies Money Their weapons Their tools
Power is the ‘soul’ goal
These noble souls hunger for Run after
There are exception to this rule
By and large This is the thumb’s proven rule
Of new democratic masters
They have two sets of rules
One for the public One for self
Two sets of morality
One for the people One the elf’s
None for themselves
Ethics policies Shifting sand
Myopic Nepotist Sophist Band
Poles apart animals Jiving Shaking hands
Horse trading Soul selling Self serving Gang
Conniving Duelling Bandits Stuck up grand slam
Leeches bleeding leeches Political Can-Can
Pious higher minds Weaving tasks sacred
Pouring oil on fire Sacred dance of hatred
No Conscience Theo Mania No Mystery
Burn Humans Lynch People Destroy History
Stoke the Furnace Fan the hatred Create Riddles widest scam
Create Friction Newest Dictum Rewrite ‘history’ whilst ye can
Recurring planned phases
Regional labyrinths Religious mazes
Fifty Year’s achievements
About their impeachments
Don’t care a hoot
Accumulated bereavements
On the contrary Bear them fruits
Their Heirs come back Electoral Scoops
Licensed to lie freely To Rule To Loot
Line their pockets If don’t like ye To shoot
In the mean time
Cradle of Civilization Philosophy Divine
Wise Ancients Brilliant Minds
Now reduced to Status of kine
Eternally shackled ‘Democratic’ Numerical ‘Karmic’ Bind
In Assam
In Life’s Death Spasms
They sell their kidneys*
‘Ultimate Freedom’
‘Independence’s epiphany’
Sell their Blood
To look after parents
To Nourish political thugs
And
Their pious ‘holy’ agents
The British Man-of-War St. George (Flaggship of Nelson) in a Gale 1808.
If ye got strength of Character
Contemplating Minds Conscience Reflectors
Steel like determination
And a healthy resolve
Higher Elevations will Spiritually Evolve
With Malice to none Compassion Benign
That Nation will never go in decline
Not long ago in distant past
When Sails caught wind Still by the mast
Those Blighties sailed the ocean
All over All Across
Full Steam Full Blast
Sea was rough Unknown Pastures
Character Solid Gritty Charter
Played a solid part
Heave ho high do or die
Little Island would survive
Some were gruesome savagely cruel
Some were generous graciously kind
Money grabbing Maniac’s gruelling dual grind
Those Contemplative Minds
Distant lands Won the duels
Always clinched the Battle
It didn’t happen just like that
Must be something in their Mettle
Something in the Mould
Something in their Cast
Their victorious charging drool
From Quebec Plassey to Durban
Sometime doffing my turban
i recall
In Britannia’s Rule
It was said
Sun never sets
But lets not forget
The Feuds The Booty The Blood let
So called Progress
Native’s Anguish Distress
Or
Marauding Dance
Lets be honest
Given those Circumstances
Who wouldn’t
Avail such a chance
Even in unknown pastures
Fast
But No Bitterness No Rancour
Past is Past
That’s how Life Evolves
Victors and Victims
Both Grow and Devolve
Nothing is forever Naught eternally cast
Everything transitory Nothing ever lasts
Except
Strength Of Character
Which Never Dies
Evolves a New Chapter
In Nation’s Life
A New Experiment
SUMMUM BONUM
Cheerful Hearty Ho Hum
Of The People
In Celebration
Of unity in diversity
Of Dignifying Dignity
Of Fair Playing Parity
Pervading All prevalent
Imperial hangover nearly spent
When a Somali with Nigerian Accent
An Indian with Sellers Accent
Without any clarity
Giving a lecture to the Natives
Of grand Imperial past
Listening with rapt attention
With utmost sincerity
Sincere Equality
i don’t have to mention
About The Ensuing Imminence
Of
The Indians Somalis English
Spiritual Stature’s Luminance
Its happening in that
Tiny Little Island
Known as
Britannia Grand
Which led the world
In the past
Will lead again
Pecuniary Blind To a sensible spiritual climb
Those Contemplating Minds
Of Iron Will Iron Cast
Will never go down
They shall
For Ever And Ever
Glow Bloom and Last
Portrait of Sultan Selim. Ottoman period, c. 1570
Harvard University Art Museums
PRINCES & PAUPERS
Princes and Paupers are the same
Only difference hides in the name
Who is smiling Who in pain
One smitten with lust Other with shame
Wise Ones untouched by Acclaim or Blame
Pray what’s in the name
Both just the same
One wallows in Palaces Other in Rain
One a gormandising saint
Other Scavenging for grain
Self Sought Self Induced Self Wrought Pain
Eternally Chasing Karmic Games
Humongous Losses Trivial Gains
Pitiful Attention Spiteful Fame
If ye think
King sleeps without a care
On bed of roses flauntingly dares
Think again Think again
And ye think
Pauper always swims in sorrow
Yesterday today or morrow
Life wasted in vain
Think again Think again
Kings maybe blissfully unhappy
Paupers happily insane
Think Again Think again
Tis to yer attention Poignantly i bring
Pauper ye were maybe Chasing the kings
When Cravings will die chasing will cease No more binge
Humility will blossom Contentment will ring
Wisdom will Bloom Fragrance will Flow
Illumine the minds Illumine the souls
Grace will shine spirit will glow
And this will assuredly ensue
Dawn of an Eternal Spring
Love will abound Birds will dance and sing
And kings will come and chase you
Pray tell me then
Who is the Pauper Who is the King
Skull
Vincent van Gogh
NUKED PSYCHE
Once upon a time
India meant
Tolerance Pious Thinking Higher Minds
Heaven’s sent
Source of Learning Wisdom’s Mine
To teach Humankind
Sanctuary for oppressed
Glorious Sunshine
Continuum Circle Moving Time
One who ascends Got to descend In order to Climb
Cruel Ravages of Time
Or
‘Balancing Acts’ Executed to a Design
Teaching Aids Sensitising Sabbaticals
To stabilise Nation’s Minds
MASTER
Blessed us with Contemplative Minds
Endless Cycles Endless Time
To Enquire Solve the Problems Find The Reasons
Gave us Fauna Flora Sea and Sand
Five Complete Seasons
Beautiful Patch of Land
Full of People Wise and Grand
Billion Heads
Spiritually Bred
Two Billion Hands
Thriving Energy Bed
Yet No Power
Smiling withering blooming flowers
Flowing Rivers
Yet No Water
Life’s Elixir Life line
Chiefs live in Ivory Towers
Indians below the poverty line
Ye decide the numbers
Ascending order
Then worry about decline
About
Subcontinent’s Divide
Man made Borders
“Heart’s Dividing Line”
Same People Same Family Now dubbed “The other Side”
Leaders on the “Other” Sides
Demagoguery Full of Hype
Despite “Nuked psyche”
Of Nagasaki
Despite Sickening Miasma
Of Hiroshima
Despite poverty and hunger Say with great ‘aplomb’
We ‘ill starve Eat grass but make The Atom Bomb
‘Tis matter of our honour Our Pride
In conventional war Only few thousands die
Naught Enough Naught Right
Use “The Bomb” Nuke the “Other” Side
Solve all the problems
Civilisation Religion Honour Pride
No Victors No Vanquished
No Starving No Famished
No Feudal Landlords Drivelling snotty snobs
Centuries old Scores settled
All Missions accomplished
i can safely vouch
For leading demagogues
And
Their Promised Doom
All shall be vaporised
Children of the same ‘Womb’
Not a blade of grass left to grow Or to eat
The Wise Ancients Put down forever
To
Permanent Eternal Sleep
The American Heart
gumps.com
BROKEN HEARTS
It’s very easy
To promise
But difficult
To try
I love you darling
Too much
Will bring down
The Sky
Will do this that
And
Other
For you love
I will die
We took some vows
At altar
That we
At least will try
Will live
In sickness
Happiness
Till death doth
Do us fly
In ups and downs
Of
Real life
It transpired
Those were lies
My heart is always jumpy
Your heart is
In the flight
Stony walls
Seething silence
Blinkers
On
Our eyes
Why grown ups
Act like babies
In front of
Mighty High
It’s very easy
To promise
But very difficult
To die
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