Who am I ....

Who am I ....
To judge a person ....
Who am I ....
To judge a community ...
Who am I ....
To judge the social system ...
Who am I ...
To judge the law makers ...
Who am I ....
To judge the law keepers ...
I am .....
One who questions ....
I am one ....
Who helped make the society ...
I am one ....
Who really matters ...
I am the citizen of this country ...
My country ...
In which I was born ...
Where I lived ....
And upheld ...
All social values ...
All cultural ethos ....
I helped build this nation ...
Gave two decades to make great citizens ...
I gave this country ....
My sweat and blood ...
I stood by the Ideals and values ...,
I was the sentinel ...
Today I stand alone ...
Fighting a lone battle ...
Against the evil that exists in our society ...
Yet I fight alone ...
People mock me for my stance ...
People do not understand ...
They are all ignorant learned fools ...
Hiding in their homes ...
Scared people ...
Not ready to face the world ...
And they blame the Government ...
What are they doing to fight for their own rights?
Civil rights or human rights ...
Fight we must for justice ....
Who am I to tell the the people what is right?
Who am I to wake them up?
I am the sentinel....
That watches over my country ...
When the real ones are sleeping...
I am the Guardian of my Nation ...
I am every Citizen.
Am not afraid to die ...
To uphold what I believe in ...
I am here to stay ...
Immortal in my words....
Truth shall prevail ...
Evil annihilated ...
Whether am dead or alive ...
The quest shall go on ...
My dreams shall live on.

Who am I ....
I am ... Me, Myself ... know it well ...
I am every Citizen.

Am going to the hills ...

Yup, True ... I am going to the hills ...
Into the misty mountains ...
In search of the sage who left ....
The Globalgyani ....
As he called himself ...
I have taken it upon myself ...
To seek him out ....
He is in a safe haven ...
I shall bring him forth ....
So the World can meet ...
One of the best artists ...
A human par excellence ...
Who has walked away from mankind ....
I shall bring him to his kind ...
Yes, am going in search of Gyaniji.

I shall tread the forests ...
Swim the rivers ...
Brave the storms ...
Yet I shall seek him out ....
The World needs to meet him ...
He belongs here ...
Amongst the downtrodden ...
So that he can impart ...
Discourses to them in the dark dungeons.

Am travelling up North ...
Towards the hills ...
Where he has his base ....
I am gonna touch base ...
And bring him back to civilization.

Suddenly ....

Suddenly ....
When I finally let go ...
Am feeling so light ....
Like flying in the air ...
A different feeling ....
So much pain .....
Suddenly forgotten in a jiffy.
Moksha .... That's it ...
I am in a state of true moksha ....
A blissful, peaceful state of being ...
Nothing matters anymore ...
No past ... No future ....
The present .... just being happy.
Whatever happened matters no more ....
Am unaffected by it all ...
No clamoring for results ...
No pestering for justice ....
Just letting go ....
Deleting everything associated with those memories ....
A state of forgiving the other person ...
No more bad vibes ....
Just a smile ...
Long forgotten smile...
The tears washed away with the rain ...
A glowing face ....
And plans for a long pilgrimage...
Packing my bags ....
Just a few essentials ....
Embarking on a long journey ...
The end to which is not known ...
Going in search of myself ...
Rediscovering my true self again.

Suddenly ... am in heaven.

Letting go ....

Letting go is easier said than done ...
Especially if a lot of emotions is involved...
If a lot of people are involved ..
All sense and sensibilities are involved ....
And if the other person doesn't give ....
A valid reason ...
For his atrocities.

Letting go can be made easier ...
If there was communication ...
But when all channels of communication are closed ...
Then there can be a hindrance ...
In the letting go process.

Out of sight ....
But, not out of mind....
How can one let go ....
So much was at stake ...
So much was shared ....
Everything can't be lost ....
In one stroke ....
Or one statement.

Memories haunt us ....
Good or bad ...
They are an integral part of our being ...
How can they be erased ?
No, they stay and torment the soul...
Never letting it go of the protagonist.

One can forgive but never forget ....
And, one shouldn't forget ...
A lesson well learnt ...
To learn from your mistakes ...
A learning experience ...
All lost ...
Experience gained.

All World is a stage ....

Shakespeare had written ...
All World is a stage ....
And, we all are actors ....
Playing our roles.
The script is already written ....
We are just reading the dialogues ...
And playing our roles.
Some get good characters ...
Some get the hero's role ..
Some get the Heroine's role ...
Some play the Tragedy Queen.
We all have a part to play ...
You yours and I mine ...
We all need to act accordingly ...
We can't change what is fated ....
All we can do is ...
Give it our best shot.
We played the roles in ...
Mid Summer night's dream ....
We played it well ...
In The Merchant of Venice ....
We are still playing our roles ...
In the Greek tragedy ....
Taming of the Shrew ...
Being the best .....
Playing the part of Ariel ....
Singing the larky song ....
I remember Wordsworth ...
And  his lonely lass ....
Reaping and binding the grains....
then again, Frosts path to create ...
One of my own ...
I have miles to go before I sleep.
All World indeed is a stage ...
We are actors playing our roles.

When I am gone ....

When I am gone ....
When I vanish from the face of Earth ...
When I vaporize into thin air ....
When this mortal being doesn't exist ....
How will you traumatize further?

I shall leave this body ....
I shall leave this earth ...
I shall turn to ashes ...
Or, be the feed of fish ....
Whatever my fate be.....
How will you traumatize me further?

My heart says you shall regret what you did....
My head says forget it .... he won't ....
Common sense says ....
He will never know.

When I am gone ....
So many will rejoice ....
For I made their lives miserable ....
I made them see sense ....
Yet they chose to ignore it ...
Counsel given for free.

When I am gone ...
The birds and bees shall miss me ....
I know many ...
Who will genuinely miss me.
I know some ....
Who still miss me ....
I know ONE ....
Who really misses me ....
My Knight in shining armour ...
My Aviator ....
My beau ....
My first love ....
My last love ... too.

I know you are there for me ....
Always ....
Yet our paths are different ...
Our lives separate....
Yet you counsel me ...
Overlook all my mistakes.

My morning sunshine ....
My sunrise ....
My sunset too ... I guess.
My back up plan ....
As the last one quipped with jealousy....
Seeped in his voice.

When I am gone ...
I know ...
My life was worth living ...
Albeit for a short while ...
But a life well lived ...
And ...... on my terms.

He watches every move I make ...

He watches every move I make ....
Yes! he does ....
He keeps an eye on me ....
Always ....
I can feel the piercing gaze ....
Just like the first time he set his eyes upon me ....
He knows every thing ....
He can sense every decision I take ...
He knows me too well ...for comfort.

He knows what I am thinking ...
He knows what I will do ...
He just knows it ...
Our bonding was always at a higher level ...
It was always spiritual ....
A trance kind of state ....
A state where he knew every mood ....
He could handle me well ...
None other could do that ...
Today , I stand at the beach ...
Scratching sand with my toes ...
Coffee in my hand ...
A faraway look ....
Yet content with the feeling ...
That he still watches over me.

Thank you GOD for being there ...
Watching over me always.
You have never let me down ...
This time too ...
I know ...
You shall get me justice.

I am appalled ...

I am appalled ....
Shocked to say ...
But ....
She came to me ....
A sorry state to look at ....
With a baby in tow ...
Crying her heart out ....
Asking me to help her get justice ...
Speaking of four abortions ....
Asking to testify against him ...
Asking for proof against him ...
She took it all ...
I looked at the baby ....
Saw my own lost ones in her ...
I gave her everything ...
All the testimonials and proofs ....
And she turned tables ...
She was faking it all ...
She was only using the baby ...
To get proof against him ....
To use it to blackmail him ....
Just the way she used the baby....
To blackmail him into marrying her ...
Oh what a guileless, spineless ....
Woman she is ....
No shame ....
Using a baby to get a life of comfort.
Shame on her ....
Shame on motherhood...
She is a blotch to the word 'Mother'....
I cried looking at the baby ...
I did everything for the baby ...
Now, I wonder ....What will become of her ...
With such shameless characters as her parents ...
Such unscrupulous beings as her family ....
Her future is bleak ....
Sad! But, a glaring truth ....
Truth about our uncaring society ...
Very sad that the law keepers too ...
Turn a blind eye to such crimes...
A woman using her child ...
Like the beggars at traffic signals ...
Using babies to beg for a morsel of food.

I am appalled ...
Shocked to say ...
She is a blotch in the name of motherhood.