Diary of Observer Mehttp://mineown.rediffiland.com/Diary of Observer Meen-usOnly solution to terrorism - Children of Men

When the sounds from the play ground fade When the last baby of the earth stops crying
All the men will yearn for that eluding one
Years after years they pray for that knocking one
And just as the years pass by with no apparent knocking up
We have found a solution to the problems of any religion
No more birth and cursed with years of infertility
We will have our long awaited solution on terrorism
Amidst the raging fires and the fast paced missiles
Amidst the burning tombs and the torched towers
One mother with her one baby after years after years
Be it a muslim, be it a christian, be it a hindu, if he is human
Will bow and chant his prayer and touch the son
Be the son a muslim. be it a christian, be it a hindu, if the child is human
As the woman walks with her baby over the million corpses
The remaining human will crowd her to safety
Be the mother a muslim or a christina or a hindu



]]>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 03:32:48 +0530http://mineown.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/29/Only-solution-to-terrorism-Children-of-Men.htmlAn expression of ArtPostive aggression
Exposed to it
slowly and steadily
Foreplay first and then the act staged
And the romantic explosion
Right in the core

Tears roll down the cheeks
So hot obviously overflowing
Tightly controlled but dams broken
Tears roll down the cheeks
It is the moment of exaltation

What else can this moment be crowned with?
The moment when one felt human
What else can this moment be crowned with?
The moment when one feels human

Exposed to this art
letting one's self free like a wind
It moved straight in
excavating the soul
buried under ages and ages of conditioning
And it touched it
And the soul moved
So the soul responded

What else can this moment be crowned with?

The moment when one felt human

What else can this moment be crowned with?

The moment when one feels human


]]>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 02:56:10 +0530http://mineown.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/27/An-expression-of-Art.htmlA mighty heart A high volume of air
Air that a life breathes
All pushed in a second
As if to blast the receptacle
right inside the body of life

And just at that moment
Unable to break free
A scream, A shrill cry
As if to pull down the heavens
As if to show them the hell

It is a cry of pain
A pain of misery of life
The thin walls of the stomach
they are torn and scarred
And the blood oozes out

This cry is not for pity
This cry is not self-pity
This cry is to let free
This cry is to puke misery
This cry is the misery of life



]]>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 03:19:53 +0530http://mineown.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/20/A-mighty.htmlBeware!!! Shoot at Sight of human flesh
head hung
saddled sight
From morning till night
round the clock
a procession
of human flesh

Wearing masks
one after another
hiding the truth
no traces of soul
be it black be it white
wearing masks
one after another

tears rolling
as i type these
thinking aloud
the thoughts of sanity
watching the procession
of the human flesh
watching the humans
addicted to the masks
i am screaming here
to the ears buried
well buried under the masks

Beware
dont listen to my screams
keep walking
in the procession
put your head down
dont feel your backbone
walk in a queue
if you fail to do so
there is a shoot at sight
else catch and kill
to anybody who fails
either to walk in the procession
or to change the masks to show the truth

Makes sense
Truth hurts
lets hurt it
before it hurts us

Let me die
sitting uncomfortably
eyesight askance
saliva drooping
well anything disgusting
anything gory
other than walking
walking in the procession
eyes saddled
Let me die
sitting uncomfortably

]]>Sat, 15 Dec 2007 01:14:21 +0530http://mineown.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/15/Beware-Shoot-at.htmlHumanity...Yours Defined Yours defined
You define it

Not one man
or not hundred man
Not one woman
or not hundred woman
Can take it

Humanity
Yours defined
You define it
]]>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 03:22:57 +0530http://mineown.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/11/Humanity-Yours.htmlSylvia Likens (tortured to death) - This is not kind...This is not nice..if you are squeemish dont read thisAunt Ruth
smoking weed
drinking beer
serving her children
and the neighbourhoods
her philosophy
girls are sluts
for something they get
however small it is
they do anything in return
ANYTHING in return
however big it is

5 boys of her own
evil nasty sick awfully screwed
all under 15 years of age
they drink beer
and smoke with her mom
thats so likely
that they may sleep
fuck that whore
their mom

So dreadful
so unfortunate
two girls come to this hellhole
one 15 and the other 12
sisters so neat and so clean
foster children calls the society
their parents the bastards
they die leaving these cherubs
to this aweful world
lapse of reasoning
in this dreadful hell

Aunt Ruth
and her philosophy
receives them normal
and starts things slowly
she picks up a day
when the elder sister slaps
one of those 5 arseholes
cos the dick squeezed her tits
She slaps and disappears
and just returns to see
her sister the younger
striped and bent
and being spanked
in her buttocks
by that aunt
with some rod
red hot rod

Then that night
they tie the elder
two arms high
strip her naked
mouth tied
eyes tied
heavens sake
eyes tied
and one by one
every body takes their turn
to touch her tits
in the supervision
of that aunt
AUNT RUTH

Then the other night
not just her kids
but the friends of her kids
all fill in this dungeon
and then play
punching the naked woman
kicking the bleeding flesh
under the supervision
of that aunt
AUNT RUTH

Then the other night
her boys want to try
try to feel
their dick inside hers
and their mom
the evil bitch she is
takes them down
and permits them to do
fuck the cherub
whithering away its life
under the supervision
of that aunt
Aunt Ruth

Then the other night
Aunt decides to teach
teach a lesson to her kids
and takes them down
to that dungeon where
elder sister is tied and naked
then she teaches
that girls are sluts
until a man wants them as
so she takes her pin
and heats it with her lighter
writes on the cherubs stomach
"I FUCK...FUCK ME"
Happy she is
now she declares
nobody will want
this little kid tied and naked
oh then she remembers
what if this kid wants
girl want men too
and so she declares
and dissects her vaginal skin
this with the same pin
so hot and so sharp
and then she declares
now her desire is burnt

So she dies
the elder sister
dies of torture
not in a day
not even in two
but a whole long week
and poor she is
she couldnt stand
no not any longer
for when she was hungry
she was fed
her own faeces
with her urine to drink

Note: Based on a true story. If you have children, you please dont die before your children are not children. Read this for more information http://en. . via_Likens. If you have little children under your responsibility then, it is your only reason for you to go on until that reason ceases to exist. Your little children should grow up protected. If you cannot then do not make children. If you know something or someone, like Aunt Ruth"s, slit the throat of people like Aunt Ruth"s if need be. I shall for sure will do.

I wrote this right after seeing a movie (The girl next door). It is one of the fucked up movies i have ever seen. I am still trembling for what i saw in this movie and i am emotionally disturbed. But i saw it and all children whomever"s they are, i strongly feel, I WILL PROTECT.




]]>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 02:15:21 +0530http://mineown.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/06/Sylvia-Likens-tortured-to-death-This-is-not.html40 minutes of intense love making
12:27 PM She: sak
hws u
Sak: Hi She....Living
12:28 PM How about you?
She: hmm
im alright
worked up work wise
waiting for a break
trying to hand over work
12:29 PM Sak: Because you are going out for a vacation?
She: yea
Sak: nice to know.
but work is there to work up
12:31 PM I am basking myself in the color of the sky these days
12:32 PM It is so beautiful to see the sky losing its mystery
as the light comes in
and the World wakes up
and it so beautiful as the days wears the evening dress
assuming mystery
12:33 PM and gets deeper and deeper
This is a perception for today
She: sounds awesome
12:34 PM Sak: and tomorrow my perception differs assigning importance to the dawn instead of the dusk
It also makes me wonder
almost everything is MAYA
And who are we?
What are we?
brilliant
sheer brilliant
12:35 PM She: who are we not to be - sheer brilliant
12:36 PM She: we are a part of the universe
and that by itself is brilliant



12:36 PM Sak: makes me raise my arm
12:38 PM This
is just the stage that might have motivated people to wonder if there
is really something called a heaven with all the setup as said in the
scriptures
She: :)
Sak: Yes..we are part of this universe and i wonder if we are also watched just as we watch a part of this universe
She: sounds positive enough
Sak: May be we are all like that cloud
She: everyone is watched
Sak: which sails
constantly
She: we , as humans watch all the time
12:39 PM u think we are not watched?
yep
constantly
Sak: may be we are some design that is beyond comprehension
She: its like being an infant
not for a moment is the babe out of sight or mind from the mother
something like that
and yeah
before u say so
12:40 PM exceptions are not examples
even though each of us is unique and exceptional in our own way
Sak: :-)
how did you know i was to say that
She: hahah
12:41 PM just
Sak: My paintings are more than a substantiation for me for what I am to my own self
Unique and exceptional and at the same time watched
She: its an expose and an extension i would say
and a veiled expose
Sak: watched by something that is very much inside me
12:42 PM She: cause one"s got to see it beyond the veil to understand it the way u thought it
Sak: yes...i peep out most of the times
My neck hurts
but
She: problem is
most dont peep ino tu
12:43 PM into u
or at least try to
Sak: Yes. That is exactly the problem
But when i meet a person like you
who not just peeps into but dives into me
it is fun
She: to the point of sounding pompous...i am rare and i know
im abt 500 years old
12:44 PM and u dont meet sum1 that old usually
hahaha
Sak: no...you dont
12:45 PM She: hahahah
ok
Sak: And it is the human way of saying that how old you are
but there is another way of saying it...
12:46 PM She: like how
Sak: Like the way i feel
i feel your age when you dive into me
12:47 PM And i always felt it
that you said it but still didnt SAY it
How many can we count like this
we hear but we dont literally HEAR
we say but we dont literally SAY
12:48 PM We smell but we dont literally SMELL
She: ah...ure right
i mostly do that
i use about 4 of my senses at least
Sak: thoroughly wonderful to be blended in and at the same time feel out of it as you get to see the whole thing
She: considering i count a safe 6 senses on common grounds
Sak: city talks with you
12:49 PM She: does
Sak: the night sleeps with you
the clouds dance with you
She: naah
the night enters you
Sak: the breeze scintillates you
yes..you are right
the night enters me
She: in ur dreams in the unconscious thoughts that visit
Sak: :-)
And i feel possessed
She: quite unlike hte day when noise ovewhelms everything else
12:51 PM Sak: She...this is also in a way of making love...
Have you felt it? or is it just I am feeling it
Words are so beautiful that they create worlds of so close to real
but yes...not yet real
for the real takes away its own respect
12:52 PM She: well...like they say,
Sak: And i admire reality for what reality is when compared to the World that we almost all the time are buried in
She: its all in you
so yea
words are just a means
Sak: Yes...it like we feel that its all inus
She: of ex-pression
12:53 PM what cannot gets xpressed, God allowed other senses to take over
Sak: we explore those senses to the depth of it
and if you fail to?
well then you are dead
if you live...you explore
just to see the depth
12:54 PM the depth of what senses are
She: isnt failure too a sort of ones own reprimand
why carry the guilt of failure iwhen u can take it on as a lesson that can open other doors
12:55 PM Sak: exactly
But i feel
She: conversing with u is a delight
Sak: it is a prejudiced way of looking at an effort
She: but u know what
i have to be really smoked up to say these very same things
12:56 PM but i can chat abt it even when im sober
thats the funny part
Sak:
failure is a prejudiced way of looking at an effort...it is just a term
that has sanguinity assigned...assigned by whom? assigned by us
And when my Dad told me that i am afraid of failure
all i could think of is the term called failure
12:57 PM What if i shrug the blanket called Society and system and stand naked
She: such a sorry thing to be focussed on
Sak: will this term stick on to me?
She: yes - if u allow it to
Sak: And if this term doesnt mean anything, then what the hell am i afraid off?
of?
She: jsut because someone calls u a loser - does it make u one
12:58 PM Sak: yes..it is as simple as that
She: only of u allow it to
Sak: so again we reiterate it is all in there in us just as the way we feel it
She: totally
12:59 PM Sak: so one of the first things we did is that we swallowed the whole universe into us
She:
there are so many moments even in my relationship with him - we are
talking about a situation and im ready to cry, im so frustrated
mostly i tell him to let me be then
Sak: And there is so much thta we all can swallow more and more
She: that i will talk abt it later
gives me time to ruminate and see the sense in it
Sak: yes...time..thats what it is...
She: and not because im forcing myself to see that way
Sak: the time is the person who guides you to the sense
She: but because i see what lies beyond it
1:00 PM Sak: takes you by your hand
She: yep
u said it
Sak: lets you be what you want to be
and slowly and steadily
slips you
She: totally
Sak: to the point that it wants to make
And once we get to the point
She: ah thats all moss and slime stuck to the rocks
Sak: we forget this great person called Time
She: the solidity of the rock still remains within
1:01 PM never ignored by time
1:02 PM Sak: yes...
She: u know wehat
what
Sak: Amazing thought
She: i can hear u drift beyond
a germ of a thought being converted to colours and forms and ingredieants
i have a feeling ure onto the canvas
Sak: yes
1:03 PM I am in between
taking a break
from the literal painting to another painting
in which you have a brush
and i have too
and we have a canvas
that we visualise
1:04 PM She: yep
the master takes upon the paintbrush
and paints a mighty sea
in beautiful colours
bold
majestically
someone looks upon the canvas
1:05 PM wishing one might add
a small detail of beauty
and yet
stops
because he/she percieves there is no talent for it
but then
words, actions, feelings
paint a picture too
and all details can be added
1:06 PM its just to know
Sak: So this is why i always said that you are an artist
She: life is a canvas
hahahah
Sak: Now...lets do this
Life is a canvas
She: its not me speaking there
its something i read years and years ago
i was 11 then
Sak: but it is interesting to think that life is one BIG canvas
1:07 PM and every body are just artists with their own brushes painting it
She: totally

Sak: And this is why i feel that we are being watched?
Sak: Whom are we painting this for?
She: yep thats why u feel
urself
and ur soul


]]>Sat, 01 Dec 2007 21:44:08 +0530http://mineown.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/01/40-minutes-of-intense-love.htmlBeing Naked
Empty pages
no thoughts to write;
in this interconnected life
so disconnected i feel;
out in the bush
there are one hundred identities;
all from one
or all from none;

Identity is the clothes
or the scent in the shithouse;
they change it from jasmine;
they change it to lavender;
they change it to hide
the disgusting smell of the shit;

I stand and wonder
stare and admire
the nature at its real
the nature so perplexed
it is the nature
the nature of you and me
it is this nature
i want to connect with
if my nature in real
is a shit that very stinks
it is this nature
that i want to connect with

nakedness is so pure
An attitude that is so clear
it is closer to the ME
the ME that we are in search
this ME is the happiness
this attitude shall only stage
and any disguise
jasmine or lavender
doesnt smell so good
to the smell of me

So i am naked
with my own identity
and here i see
written pages empty
in this interconnected world
so disconnected i feel





]]>Wed, 21 Nov 2007 21:42:45 +0530http://mineown.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/11/21/Being.htmlAn unseen grammar Troubled rainbow an inch of it
amidst the dark clouds
vibrant and colorful

A speck of glittering moon
silver but still a speck
embedded in the dusky sky
brilliant and cheerful

windy drizzle
no angles but everywhere
staging an uncomfortable evening
cold and soothing

today"s evening
born to the day today
inheriting from the day dying
just born and getting old

An unseen grammar
that every day brings
unfolding the seemingly monotonous
individual but perfectly unique


]]>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 02:33:10 +0530http://mineown.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/11/18/An-unseen.htmlShivering StrokesShivering strokesexposed to the coldmystery sky
holds no clue
canvas stretched
in search of answers
shivering strokes
could it be the cold?

searching for answers
that solves me and my self
I search my art
a poetic ex-pression of me
it is me and my soul
and my relationship with time
I search in my creations
an alter ego of mine

And then a thought
is shivering strokes a clue?
to those answers for me
that i want this moment for me
my search isnt complete
if i am so very conditioned
assuming shivering, a negativity
assigning negativity to obscure reality

And then it is
shivering strokes a clue
to those answers for me
that presents this moment for me
my search is complete
for this moment at the least
And then i wait
for the moments that follow



]]>Thu, 08 Nov 2007 15:42:57 +0530http://mineown.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/11/08/Shivering.html