IGNORANCE..........the daughter of DARKNESS......

How dare you utter my master's name
You were with the public, when with him was no fame

With your petty ego and petty morality
You are discussing his philosophy....I pity...

Do you understand a single word of it
Oh sorry...how does it matter for you the hypocrite

But remember...your world is his charity
He spared you.....that was his magnanimity

If thy judge his benevolence to be his weakness
Beware...I was one of the earliest of his disciples

Why don't thy learn some history
And judge thyself and feel some mystery

The ugly mask of your virtues and mastery
Were torn apart in day light in past, repeatedly

Thine chair on which thy trust is superficial
My heart in which I trust is perfectly real

Thy operates in darkness and fear
My reliance is on light and blunt truth

Tonight you have won....oh ignorance
But tomorrow chanting my master's name wont suffice

To his words I am ever patient
Wisdom is his name...let it make you impatient.

mashoodkk

Teach me ....Ye..Zarathusthra.............

When I could barely roam
They jailed me in a juvenile home
They called it school
As usual, their lies are subtle

Hours of boredom and embarrassment
Why are they doing it to me...
I never did anything to them.....
Why poke into other's when you have one

To my surprise...they also claim credits
For keeping the little lambs 'on track'
They stole my paradise and proclaim to be messiah
As usual their lies are subtle

Once they threatened to hang me
When I saw the rope, I was shocked
I saw the joined hands of my father and the teacher
As usual their lies are subtle

Teach me ...ye.. Zarathusthra.........
Teach me the art of living.....
Save the infants from the crooked
Else darkness will reign eternal

Let us meet in secret, I will call my companions
They killed mighty Socrates cold bloodedly in open
We students, our murder's wont even get recorded
Not that we fear death, but from their hands....nay....

Here is my oath of allegiance
Offer me just clear and free air
I swear, my feet wont complaint
My heart is burning, so what is fire.....!

mashoodkk

In Search of Light..........A Tribute to Vayalar.......

Here is a gem from the treasury of a lover of beauty..........whose eternal romance .......still remains as a matter of pride to the God's Own Country....
With the highly seductive malayalam at his disposal he let his creativity speak........... and it was all music.................
Philosophy was his play ground...yet he boldly declared......'I will not loveth any philosophy.....That does not loveth a melancholic soul'...........

Attempted here is a translation [or an interpretation] of one of the famous songs of Vayalar Ramavarma.............Pravachakanmare parayoo.................



Oh... messengers and messiahs .......
Tell us how long still the darkness will stay.....

Oh....architect of the universe.......
Tell us when the shower of light is destined......

The edifice of the first enlightenment is collapsing before our eyes......
We can see the perplexed faces of the custodians of divinity.............wandering aimlessly with their gazes fixed in the sky..........

Virtues and justice have opted meditation.....
Now they have long hairs and beards uncombed.....

Oh ...speak out ...messengers and messiahs....
Has thou too abandoned us........

The battle field in which once history was rewritten......the chariot is stand still
The warrior has no weapons in his hands.......

The smoke from the ashes of the burned books of philosophies is vainly roaming in air......

Oh beholders of poetic languages ..............why this silence.........where is the song...........

mashoodkk

BIRTH OF A CRIMINAL

My skin was white
And eyes were bright
I had value in the market
And they made me into a prostitute

My little dreams and needs
Were either burned alive or strangled
Masters chained my little horses
Starved them for no reasons

In striking silences I conceived
Bastards, and fed them with blood
I want them to spit venom
And feed on the raw meat of man

mashoodkk

SERENE DROPLETS

I was too small a kid then
When that song was sung

The story of a grandma, serene
With a boy lying on her lap, in silence

Accumulated affection in her voice
And the boy was experiencing a bliss

In the evening of her life, narrating clear
The misery filled verses of an adventure

The flow of emotion was pure
Like the stream of love within her

The journey of a prince risking everything
Crossing seven seas ....seven walled building...
In search of his beloved....
Chained and bonded

Every step was a gamble with life
Fire within kindled by hope and love
Let him never feel tired or wearied

So touching and captivating was the description
Yet the little face revealed a gloomy distraction

The deep eyes of the old lady saw everything
She ignored and continued holding him closer and tighter

Till in trembling words the tender voice queried
" If I cross the seven oceans, go over seventy forts
Open seven hundred mighty doors....
Will I again be able to see my little sister..."

Droplets of tears fell from the venerable eyes
In it was present the essence and salt of life

Some memories never ever fade
With them is the pillars of culture made.

mashoodkk

Is Life Really Beautiful ?

We often hear the phrase 'Life is Beautiful'. Is it just a statement uttered when one, trapped in the dry cycle of alternating pleasure and displeasure, gets an escape from a desperation or does it really mean what it says. If life really is beautiful, immediately the question of 'in what sense' follows. And it is not an easy one when viewed in the daylight of history. Chaos, distress and pain have been haunting us from time immemorial. We have been killing each other in almost every age. The deceptiveness of the statement is further exposed when one have a look at various schools of religious thoughts. Almost all of them either tacitly or explicitly preaches detachment. The glad tidings of a better future itself indicates there is something seriously wrong with the present. In view of all these things the truth value of the usage that 'Life is Beautiful' comes under suspicion. It sounds more like an encouraging line to fool oneself than a factual one. Fooling oneself, though sounds derogatory is a highly common tactic employed by a great majority to act as an aid in overcoming the hurdles that we come across. In short literally the statement has little merit. But there exist the possibility of an artistic interpretation, which in order to be clear demands good amount of homework from the subject.

mashoodkk

Bye...Or a Lie....

She ignored out of convenience
He ignored out of indifference
She ignored out of obedience
He ignored out of ignorance

Still mine she is
And I am his

My hands waved good bye
Unwillingly, I did lie

On the walls of my little home
Down in the valley of dreams
Their smiling faces hangs intact
Plucked out from the veins of my heart

mashoodkk