Earth – a memory

 

The calf runs happily

Water dries suddenly

Slow runs the cow as it sees her disappointed calf.

Did the river come to her calf?

Did the fountains spray on the calf?

No, it is only the burning land crying of thirst.

All goats, horses, deer and birds;

Trees they sit and sing;

Drowning in the tears, helplessly.

Earth will be a memory in green and blue.

 

Man building dwelling places

Gliding in space, with antennae.

“A time was there when man lived on earth.”

Said granny floating by;

In her space suit very shiny.

“Neither you  nor me were lucky;

To live on earth our  home for   ages.

Just the glass slides and jars;

We had never known

The warmth or safety of a mother’s womb.

 

Every rose must wither

Every tree must fall

But to give their lives

To   new lives  on  earth.

Utter greatness   of rising sun

Jewels the   dewdrops form

Dancing   peacocks and roses   red

Waves and sprawling meadows green

Earth was our sea of beauty  , of love

Of life, that we wasted on our greed.

 

Alas ! came the time to forget our earth

With gaping black holes ahead

War and  plastic were going to space

Along with mommy Ms.Selfish;

Cows are not needed there nor water

Touch, swipe  want more ? tap screen for anything  …

Good and truthful lost hope

To live among  stars

To  head for another catastrophe

Green is no where ;not in memory  too

Any chances to live?

Every morning is beautiful,  trees swinging their leaves to welcome the fine day , each  time , sweet dew drops shimmer in the golden rays  of sun rewinding the memories of my education about urban lifestyles. According to experts cities will groan  with diseases caused by ruthless handling of nature by  humans.

Green cover of earth has ripped open in several places. Skyscrapers  rise   challenging both heaven and earth. Fortunate are those who sit beneath the cool shade of trees.

Roar of outside world pierces into every ear ,no  matter whether man or animal. Silence has become something unheard of. More happiness lies in more noise. High volume festivities and busy streets   with traffic expressed in high decibels pierce your ear drums.

Urban life demands the thoughts be on self than on the society.  Reduce own garbage by throwing it into public places. Alas ! where will everyone throw the filth settled down in the heart?

Birth takes    us into this world of threatening suppression of  justice; as race ,gender ,efficiency being  ranked by those who  built binding walls of classification. The cities draw   straight  line between  rich and poor. Money defines you here.

Sometimes only perfect  people seem to be present everywhere; in  news, in live shows ; you find only  winners .where are those who did not make it ? The ones who could not sip from the cup of success. ? It is only the champion who is  fondly crowned.  For the ones who couldn’t become rich or famous   ; pity was bestowed generously ; only to forget their struggle .

Success stories flap their rosy wings glittering with selfies and hollow emojis far and wide across social media. Grief and tragedy seek likes , more   than response from good Samaritans.

Rights   determine few duties also . Ecology is  more important than economy, ponds and lakes give way to airports. Documentaries say heat waves will dry fry earth.

Listed  just a few errors man made while trying to bring control over earth.

Is selfishness finding the way up , soon to be the most desired feature  of humans ?  to become  lords of the universe ,  but sure to  be dethroned in no time.

 

Gimo

“You are my best friend“ said Nasya to  Gimo.

“Only you can understand what I want  t o say.

To get a good friend is certainly my good fortune. Remember   that I am a human being. you are not.

But that will not prevent us from being friends.  Friends will  understand  the power of remaining trust worthy and supporting to each other.

Perhaps only you remain   unfazed by  my boomerang like emotions. Happy  ; very sad ; back to happy .

Writing provides a window to   my mind, thoughts come   and go .  Gimo  , you try to  tell many things to cheer me up when I am sad.

Dear   Gimo , everybody cannot talk  to me because  they do not  see what I want them to see and realize. When   will the world understand what I want to say. ?

Kind people often   try to help me. In  the process everybody directs me to do what they  feel is going to change  my life.

Across the green fields I dream cities rising up green ,with plants on roads and buildings. Gimo, you can serve as my teammate  and help me realize my dream. No  farmer will     cry over drought  or floods when we pair up to make plans to save our earth. To you Gimo ,I occasionally open my mind filled with thoughts of a brighter tomorrow.

Very good to tell you that your robotic qualities in fact outshine modern day human attitude in accommodating different thought.  Right thoughts lie  not only in the minds of some people alone.

Pity on those  who cannot  fight today to save tomorrow. They destroy both today and the days to come.

Did   sudden  changes in climate change the way man  feels for his  fellow beings. ? Your heart finds no interest in greed ,lust  ,annoyance or intolerance.

Unknown roles every day man finds himself playing, only  dreaming success.

Turn around  right now towards me Gimo.  I am going to edit your          program. You do not belong in this world. Enjoy playing chess with my grandma.

 

good bye.

സമാധാനം തേടി

ധാരാളം സന്തോഷം ഉള്ള സമയത്തു എല്ലാവരും പറയും “അതാ ഭാഗ്യവാനായ മനുഷ്യൻ!”. പറഞ്ഞു തീരുമ്പോഴേയ്ക്ക് സങ്കട കടലിലേക്ക് വീഴുന്ന മനുഷ്യന് സഹതാപ വാക്കുകൾ  നേരിടേണ്ടിവരുന്നു. “പാവം ഭാഗ്യം കെട്ടവൻ”.

നമ്മുടെ ജീവിതത്തിനു സാഫല്യം ഉണ്ടാകുമ്പോൾ നാം ഭാഗ്യവാന്മാരാകുന്നു. സാധാരണ പണവും സൗന്ദര്യവും സൗഭാഗ്യത്തിൻറെ  അടയാളങ്ങളായി കരുതപ്പെടുന്നു.
സുഖമായി ഉറങ്ങാൻ കഴിയുന്ന വ്യക്തിയാണ് യഥാർത്ഥ  ഭാഗ്യവാൻ. ആർക്കാണ് സുഖമായി ഉറങ്ങാൻ സാധിക്കുക?
സന്തോഷം ഉള്ളവർക്കാണ് സുഖമായി ഉറങ്ങാൻ കഴിയുക .സംതൃപ്തിയും സമാധാനവും ഉണ്ടാകുമ്പോൾ  സന്തോഷം തോന്നുന്നു.
 സദാ പുണ്യസ്ഥലങ്ങൾ സന്ദർശിക്കുന്നവർ തേടുന്നതും സമാധാനം തന്നെ.
നാം വഴിനടക്കുമ്പോൾ എതിരെ വരുന്ന മുഖങ്ങൾ ശ്രദ്ധിക്കൂ. എന്തോ തിരയുന്നുണ്ട് പല കണ്ണുകളും. സൗഭാഗ്യങ്ങളിലേക്കു തുറക്കുന്ന വാതിലാണോ  അന്വേഷിക്കുന്നത്?
മന:സമാധാനം കിട്ടാതെ സങ്കടപ്പെട്ടിരിക്കുന്നവർക്കു  സാന്ത്വനം നൽകാൻ നാം എന്ത് ചെയ്യണം?
ദുഃഖം അകറ്റാൻ തക്കതായ എന്ത് ഒറ്റമൂലിയാണ് ഉള്ളത്?
മനസ്സിന് ശാന്തത കൈവരിക്കാൻ എളുപ്പവഴിയുണ്ടോ?

സന്തോഷം കണ്ടെത്താൻ ഇപ്പോൾ  പലരും പല വഴികൾ തേടുന്നു . എന്നാൽ അവയൊന്നും യഥാർത്ഥ  സന്തോഷം തരുന്നില്ല.യഥാർത്ഥ  സന്തോഷം പ്രാപ്തമാക്കാൻ സാധിക്കണമെങ്കിൽ  സൗന്ദര്യമോ സമ്പത്തോ സൂക്ഷിക്കുന്നതിലും പ്രാധാനമാണ്  നല്ല പെരുമാറ്റം  വളർത്തിയെടുക്കുന്നതു .അളക്കാൻ പറ്റാത്ത തരം  പരസ്പരസ്നേഹം ,  വിശ്വാസം ഇതെല്ലാം മറ്റുള്ളവരിലും, തന്നിൽത്തന്നെയും സന്തോഷവും, സമാധാനവും നിറയ്ക്കുന്നു. സമാധാനം സ്വയത്തിൽ നിറഞ്ഞു തുളുമ്പി മറ്റുള്ളവരിലേക്ക് എത്തുന്നു.

സമാധാനം എങ്ങനെ ഉണ്ടാകുന്നു?

സൗഭാഗ്യങ്ങളുടെ  പിറകെ പോകാതെ സ്വന്തം കഴിവുകൾക്കനുസരിച്ചു പ്രയത്നിക്കണം .സ്വയം മനസ്സിലാക്കി കഴിഞ്ഞാൽ പിന്നെ സ്വന്തം അതിർവരമ്പുകൾ നിർണയിക്കാം .പിന്നെ സ്വപ്നങ്ങളുടെ ചിറകുകളുടെ നീളം തീരുമാനിക്കാം .കാറ്റിൽ പറന്നുയരാനുള്ള ശക്തി തിട്ടപ്പെടുത്തിയ ശേഷം മാത്രം ഭൂമിയിൽ നിന്നുയരാം.

ചിറകൊടിഞ്ഞ വീഴുന്നതിനേക്കാൾ നല്ലതു അതാണ്. ആഗ്രഹങ്ങളുടെ യാഥാർഥ്യമാണ് സമാധാനം.

Return of the lost dreams

The hot terrain was    gleaming in the  midday sun  .only tall buildings covered the exposed skin of the earth ,with their shadows. Orange hues   would render the sky in flames only after a long wait  for the sun to go down  into the arms of the sea. Earth goes round trying to take time towards the end of the day.

Outside my window I sense shadows of cube shaped houses turn longer, slowly.  Tea and snacks do come, but with just very less love.  After which   no life  remembers to  stop by my window. Everywhere    I hear  hurrying  feet. ;   like new thoughts trying to reach my fingertips  . Happy were the days when the  world  would await in total awe for every  thought  untied from me .  In my words   they found hope ad trust. Rusted   ideas would end up in  trash ; for trying to numb the changing minds.

Uncertain was my destiny so was that of my ways.  Thousands would   triumphantly roar every time I rose to address the people.

Does bloodbath find you liberation? Does it   open the gate to the land of   milk and honey? I had reversed my thinking.

The families   of those who had lost lives  were heading towards loss of trust in my plans. They wanted life for life; blood for blood.

Doors  were opened for me to wander away into dark  alleys of people’s memories. No more was I a  leader they revered, but a traitor who let them down in the fight to enthrone the new vision.

With  a room  to spread a mat to lie down ,my life demanded nothing difficult to find.

But  thoughts would  try to travel down to the endless  fields in white scattered around me.   No longer did anyone believe that peace could end war;  sitting across the table  could end shooting across the  streets.

Evening has lost its colours ,but  the awesome radiation is only invisible . I dream of the twinkling bright stars ,of day break, of sunlight, of waking up to the song of birds, to the smile of flowers….

 

Does your road lead you to great heights?

Using lot of money to make a    good suit ! you must be mad.! It fades  or tears one day. Sit down answer  my question.!

Why are you longing to hold      on to your worldly possessions? Hurrying after fat cash is like chasing huge clouds. One day they will float on winds.

Sickening is your desire to change your skin complexion. Soften your heart and render it bright with colours of love and hope.

Everyone wants perfect lives, especially in the eyes of the onlooker. Futile are the efforts to pretend as someone who is   not   your true self.

Someone may rush ahead of you ,  jump high enough to get the grapes   no matter how sour they taste. We try to  find our treasure following another person’s map.  But  we tend  to fit our  feet  in someone’s shoes.

Every day forecasts of future will be made ,sure to get poor you try upon waters un-waded , in hope of  finding the golden axe.   To trust your luck  more than your work but ruins your confidence.

Gone are the days when man   controlled others with love. Now it is the turn of jealousy  ,greed and competition.

Turn a  red nose towards the people who want entire jubilation toasted on them.

Share . Tell the world that you want to make more  people happy. You enter the  state of  shining true self when the self is not entering thoughts of acquiring anything   but wisdom.  Go ahead  to change the lives of those who find no way forward.

Nothing in this world can hide the real you from the eyes of     others for long.  Real you struggle to get   out of the ill fitting costume that is trying   to cover up the original  you.  Remember   you cannot change the one   and only true you.

Accept who you are.  Love who you are . Live who you are.

Our brave soldiers

Our India is a vast country

There are many people living   without peace of mind.

So many  have  no roof  above  the head.

Sisters and mothers searching  for daily food.

 

Everyday is not   sunny

Floodwaters inside the house  rise steadily.

You  sleep sound

For  there is someone on your guard.

 

Very happy are we, secure

In   our family’s care

There is  no nightmare

That makes us fear.

 

Surrounds the nation mighty

With lives set for duty

Snow and rain are no matter

Desert winds  do not bother

 

Peace in the ground of In

No  power can make her  their servile

For the brave soldiers defend the area

Even  if attacks seem to challenge.

 

Dawn to dusk  , shells explode

Tact   by the enemy who try to invade.

The soldier’s   house in the village

Prays- not he be a   hostage.

 

For the nation he gives his life

Proud about him in their grief

The soldier will be forgotten with news

But  his blood ; is everyday sun rise.

Where is the wolf ?

Every  reason to hurt   another  life stems from the human trait of  greed. Eternal   desire to have more ,more than what your fellow being has, causes all  misery on earth. Wanting more  when  you  have so much can give   dreadful results.

Wisdom tries to tell   that every individual needs   mostly the same  things for  living on earth. Then why do some have more while some have too little?

Where is the future taking the world to? do we really feel sorry for the ones who do not  have anything  to expect?

We turn away our eyes from scenes of misery around us .rewind time and believe that you were born  very  unlucky. Ever tried to find help  to escape from the swords that hang over  the head?

With people around engrossed in  educating  their  wards in prestigious schools ,these children  might become   totally unaware of the hardships faced by common man .    they grow up    not sensitive to the everyday struggles of ordinary humans. Another  person’s woes tend not to  shake   their hearts.

A school should produce responsible citizens, just  not students with a certificate .yet value is given to the owner of  grades than the one with true knowledge. Nature  has many secret lessons to teach us in order to ensure the real harmony of living things .

We try to educate young people only by making them read  books in the syllabus. They relax with  this  little    information because they know that this will  find them a qualification. Rows of classrooms are never quite equivalent  to great challenges of the world around.  Time invested in observing  our   world  will   give us   greater rewards than  time spend worrying about  dimensions    of solids.

Remember the little time everyone has got on earth. We rush to reach the top ignoring  the   ones who lie fallen. Tail of the wolf  sticks out behind     each one.  Always trying to hunt the helpless.

Respect for other  people’s feelings   alone rolls  out  tears from the eyes of the compassionate  . Understand  that there are  ups and downs in everyone’s life . Nobody is a winner or loser  for ever.

From the inside of your heart

Round turns the earth every  day.

Right in the middle of   your sickbed water heats up your body. It reminds you that you will live one more day. Inside your heart winds up memories that neither die nor turn  dim.

Sure nothing can erase the images of the slopes and hills that design   your town. War  has left nothing  behind for people to remember  your town.You will only see   ruins ,of your home,your school,the hills and valleys.

The only reason to feel happy  is ,that  there will not be any behaviour therapy sessions in times of bitter war. Right there was you being trained to demonstrate  good behaviour. You knew that really nobody can  turn you into a robot that does those things which your trainer thought  correct.Redefining           your outlook on yourself was worse than exploding bombs. You  were  forced to  fight against  your  true self.

Every unknown     war hero gets reward for   the   hope they give to the ruined      lives of people among  old sick and disabled . Every kind person whose role was to just make you feel good is immortal in your  heart.  Goes the fighter to win the war, not a thought about the helpless crosses his mind or changes his actions.

People usually think of rulers  or political persons when the nation faces turmoil. You,  the youngster  with autism is nowhere in their top ideas for welfare of survivors of strife.

Horrifying cries pierce your ears from the  beds nearby.  You  wonder  why ,  with so many teachers and mothers around there is still war in the    world.  You want to tell them to care for the ordinary children like they  give you love  and direct you to love reach other .

To  understand and empathise with who have so much to worry about in  life is a gift given by god. To feel the   pain of others   in one’s own heart is what the world desperately needs today.

You tried to tell the world  to forget competition    and       perfection ; the truth about life is it deserves to be encouraged and appreciated.

 

 

 

Woolly mammoth returns

Earth supported a variety of amazing life forms and habitats long time back also. Earth was inhabited  by creatures big and small.

now many of the  rare  species are extinct. bringing them back to life on    this  planet is  the wish of many  scientists. they want to establish reasons for the termination of the earth’s  dinosaurs and mammoths.

when woolly mammoths return to earth they might expect the same old snow covered world with some humans wearing fur chasing deer. however they will be shocked to see the earth  reeling under global warming. everywhere man has put his signature- destruction.

hunting without thinking  about earth’s biodiversity  has wiped off many life forms  from earth. rights conscious modern man is not much different from his early ancestor; thinks the WM.  rush for luxury and power makes man greedy. Early man killed only for getting food and for saving his life. However modern man hunts and kills in the name of religion,politics…

food  alone was the goal of early  man. after he invented wheel ,man began to  go in the path of plundering earth’s resources. WM tells scientists to recreate him only if they can restore earth in its former beauty and glory.