security..!!

people call him security,
he stands throughout the day and night
infront of your building, safeguarding you,
but he has no name, but securiy.

hey you security, open the gate,
close the gate...
people made security a mechine.
i.e., human beings into objects,
a horrifying fall...

good friday..!!

it's good friday marked with the way of the cross
the way of the cross started
priest in the front, children, women, men
all fell in two lines, religiously walking.

people avoided the hot sun,
got under the shades of the trees
they carried beautiful polished wooden cross
(ofcourse not the cross of their life)
recited the prayer, sang the song,
and passed the stations one by one.

somebody was the busy with a camera
capturing the way of the cross.
the stupidity is...
it is a show.
photo will be there in tomorrow's new paper
glory to me, glory to me.

love one another as i have loved you
said jesus, our master.
bear with the difficulties of your life
that is the cross for you to carry throughout life
but the people carried polished wooden cross.
some carried sandalwood cross, others rosewood cross.
oh! hail wooden polished shining cross (not of jesus)

as the procession proceeded
there were people working under hot sun.
their skin blackend by the hot sun
yet they are happy, and kept working
they are building a church,
dwelling place of god almighty
but they won't pray there
because they are not christians
but they are children of god, i am sure.
god already blessed them, before he/she bless me.

the way of the cross proceeds...
you and i get under the shade,
but jesus is busy building a church.

death...the inevitable...

somebody dies,
he/she dies, who cares.
when it comes to me, it matters.

dear death the inevitable,
people are afraid of you, at least most of them
yet they think they will never die
and others die, not me,
i die later, you die now; people think.

i ponder over my death at times.
its called meditation.
the momentariness of life
a flash in the pan, that is life.

then why the competition,
why the unending passions,
why the hatred, and violence,
why the borders and narrowmindedness...!
for you and i die, no exeption what so ever.

Jesus was cleaning the plates..!

the great day for many
the kids look like angels..!(somebody has see an angel!)
the solemnity of the functions
the ear-breaking shoutings(somebody calls it music)

undefatible decorations
innumerable thermocol figures (lifeless though perfect)
overcrowded hall, lack of food,
the celebration was on high

the cultured people with all kinds of dress code
thy spoke all kinds of languages
they criticised the planning
the insufficiency of food.

there were some women worked unnoticed
yet by the side of the courtyard
cleaning the plate, squating in the mud
you and i rejoiced because of them
indeed you paid, the inhuman existence,
to earn a squre meal per day

i saw Jesus waw with them
cleaning the plates, removing the echil
squating on the mud
he also remained unnoticed

my friend...!

today somebody read my scriblings
and tried to commend
it was a futile effort.
i appreciate the effort.