Deep in heart
rises a spring,
flows down the soul
the spring of love.
Blooms out the flowers
comes out the creepers
with golden curls
Air full of fragrance
makes one happy and gay
The water which
purifies the soul.
An aesthetic pleasure,
gives a feeling of joy.
Heart that leaps
knew no bounds,
and in a world;
No miseries, no worries
only the light of happiness.
Comes into vision
a image,
disturbs the sleep;
changes the whole
course of life.
Admiration for life,
longing to live,
charges the soul,
such is the power of love
The source of energy;
The imaginatin of poet;
The art of actor;
The care of mother nature.
A perfect world
on the seventh heaven.
a beautiful garden
nourished by this spring.
Deep in heart
rises a spring,
flows down to soul
the spring of love.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Life and Love
From the mind
from the heart, comes out the
words that weep, tears that speak.
Can feel the pain,
me think, why is this pain?
Suffer soul suffer;
suffering leads to atonement.
A single goal
the final destination
The supreme power
the source of life
The creator, the destroyer,
the one.
Up in the sky
there is a guiding star,
leading the wandering soul.
Giving solace and pacification
to the untamed heart.
In to a new world
takes one on the
wings of imagination.
From the mind,
from the heart,
comes out the
words that weep,
tears that speak.
from the heart, comes out the
words that weep, tears that speak.
Can feel the pain,
me think, why is this pain?
Suffer soul suffer;
suffering leads to atonement.
A single goal
the final destination
The supreme power
the source of life
The creator, the destroyer,
the one.
Up in the sky
there is a guiding star,
leading the wandering soul.
Giving solace and pacification
to the untamed heart.
In to a new world
takes one on the
wings of imagination.
From the mind,
from the heart,
comes out the
words that weep,
tears that speak.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Friends
Giggles and cheers
echo in air
The air fills up
with life
A fragrance of friendship.
Life full of zest
a spring of energy;
sprouts new buds
new dreams, new ambitions.
Forget the past
Forget the future
Live in the present.
The moments that
cherish the whole life time.
The images of jovial atmosphere.
All those moments
the laughter, the jokes, the mimics.
Real life blooms
in this seventh heaven.
Giggles and cheers
echoes in the air
echo in air
The air fills up
with life
A fragrance of friendship.
Life full of zest
a spring of energy;
sprouts new buds
new dreams, new ambitions.
Forget the past
Forget the future
Live in the present.
The moments that
cherish the whole life time.
The images of jovial atmosphere.
All those moments
the laughter, the jokes, the mimics.
Real life blooms
in this seventh heaven.
Giggles and cheers
echoes in the air
Mind and Quest
My mind at a wink
takes me to paradise
My mind at a wink
brings me back to earth
Raises questions like
colossal pillars
I ask why I am here?
who am I?
what is my purpose?
I ask why i am human?
Clueless, answerless
wander here and there.
As I think, i feel as if
I am ignorant
It becomes dark as space
No ray of light,
searching the true-self.
Mind not at rest
with a question I move on.
Hope for the truth!
No fear in heart
know now that the quest has begun.
Mind and heart
like a wild eagle.
It is the only thing
I depend on.
Goes at a speed
faster than light
Crosses distances faster than
any means.
i pray to thee, to give
me pious thoughts.
show the traveller,
show the wanderer,
the path that leads to salvation.
i pray to thee...
takes me to paradise
My mind at a wink
brings me back to earth
Raises questions like
colossal pillars
I ask why I am here?
who am I?
what is my purpose?
I ask why i am human?
Clueless, answerless
wander here and there.
As I think, i feel as if
I am ignorant
It becomes dark as space
No ray of light,
searching the true-self.
Mind not at rest
with a question I move on.
Hope for the truth!
No fear in heart
know now that the quest has begun.
Mind and heart
like a wild eagle.
It is the only thing
I depend on.
Goes at a speed
faster than light
Crosses distances faster than
any means.
i pray to thee, to give
me pious thoughts.
show the traveller,
show the wanderer,
the path that leads to salvation.
i pray to thee...
Its raining
There I see
the clouds swelling up;
The sun hides away
into to the dark sky.
Here comes the rain
down to earth;
Big droplets of water
clearing of the dust
from trees and plants.
Back comes the life
of plants.
Beauty sparkles and
fills the air with fragrance.
A reason for new life
the greatest gift of God.
Here comes the rain
down to earth.
the clouds swelling up;
The sun hides away
into to the dark sky.
Here comes the rain
down to earth;
Big droplets of water
clearing of the dust
from trees and plants.
Back comes the life
of plants.
Beauty sparkles and
fills the air with fragrance.
A reason for new life
the greatest gift of God.
Here comes the rain
down to earth.
I wish I could
Like a bird,
I wish I could fly
in the open sky.
Like a fish,
I wish i could dive
in ocean and sea.
But Alas! I am a man;
All could do is just survive
in this world of mine.
I wish I could fly
in the open sky.
Like a fish,
I wish i could dive
in ocean and sea.
But Alas! I am a man;
All could do is just survive
in this world of mine.
Reason
A little hustle and bustle
makes me feel tickle;
I don’t know why there is
such a great treble;
All the men look so feeble
yet some of them are humble;
Some cause some trouble
some make some puzzle;
All this is there because
of this hustle and bustle.
makes me feel tickle;
I don’t know why there is
such a great treble;
All the men look so feeble
yet some of them are humble;
Some cause some trouble
some make some puzzle;
All this is there because
of this hustle and bustle.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Shackled Lives
Surrounded by mammoth walls and a small doorway within a high gate, a police check post guards one of the largest jails in Mumbai: The Arthur Road Jail, also called the Mumbai Central Prison. In recent times the jail has come under public scrutiny for the inhuman conditions under which the prisoners are housed there.
Established in 1925, it has housed a number of high profile criminals including, in recent times, Dawood’s brother, Iqbal Kaskar and his aide Ejaz Pathan and men from the Chhota Rajan’s gang. This jail is now more than bursting to capacity with inmates. Initially built to accommodate 900, the jail presently houses about 3,500 inmates. ‘Amnesty International’ has received numerous reports of ill treatment of prisoners. According to these reports, guards have reportedly beaten and tortured inmates at the jail, and threatened reprisals if they complain to the authorities. The reports cite an incident that occurred on 19 June, 2000 when two of the inmates in an overcrowded cell apparently started fighting. Some of the prison officials reportedly attacked the prisoners in the cell indiscriminately with razors and wooden poles (lathis). There were 180 inmates in the cell, designed to hold 50. Some 40 inmates were injured, three suffering broken bones.
Overcrowding in the cells is another common complaint. T. A. Dokay, a constable at this jail says, “3,500 se 4,000 hazaar kaidi honge yaha par” [Around 3,500 to 4,000 inmates are there here]. He adds that no special facilities are provided for recreation. They are not allowed to play cards in the cell, but they can read books and write. They also have prayers in the morning and a person who guides them, popularly called ‘Guruji’. Most of the toilets and bathrooms have no doors. Inadequate food supplies and a strong ‘hafta’ system add to the woes of the prisoners, another insider pointed out.
For the ‘common’ accused, detention in Arthur Road is a nightmare. Inmates are provided meals twice a day, which typically consist of a single vegetable, chapattis and a bowl of rice. Ramzan Ali, whose nephew Mohammed Nazir has been in jail since three months says, “Chori ke ilzam mein fasa diya hai usko. Arre kya kahu uske ke bare mein. Haddiyo ka dhancha ban gaya hai woh. Agar pani hai to khana nahi aur agar khana hai to pani nahi hai” [He has been framed in a theft case. What shall I say? He has become a bag of bones. If there is water then there is no food and vice versa].
On my visit to the jail, I found some ‘dabbas’ lying in one corner; out of curiosity I asked about them. I came to know that they were for the convicts in the high security cell. I wonder how the convicts in the high security cell clandestinely manage to order ‘dabbas’ to supplement the food provided in the jail?
Established in 1925, it has housed a number of high profile criminals including, in recent times, Dawood’s brother, Iqbal Kaskar and his aide Ejaz Pathan and men from the Chhota Rajan’s gang. This jail is now more than bursting to capacity with inmates. Initially built to accommodate 900, the jail presently houses about 3,500 inmates. ‘Amnesty International’ has received numerous reports of ill treatment of prisoners. According to these reports, guards have reportedly beaten and tortured inmates at the jail, and threatened reprisals if they complain to the authorities. The reports cite an incident that occurred on 19 June, 2000 when two of the inmates in an overcrowded cell apparently started fighting. Some of the prison officials reportedly attacked the prisoners in the cell indiscriminately with razors and wooden poles (lathis). There were 180 inmates in the cell, designed to hold 50. Some 40 inmates were injured, three suffering broken bones.
Overcrowding in the cells is another common complaint. T. A. Dokay, a constable at this jail says, “3,500 se 4,000 hazaar kaidi honge yaha par” [Around 3,500 to 4,000 inmates are there here]. He adds that no special facilities are provided for recreation. They are not allowed to play cards in the cell, but they can read books and write. They also have prayers in the morning and a person who guides them, popularly called ‘Guruji’. Most of the toilets and bathrooms have no doors. Inadequate food supplies and a strong ‘hafta’ system add to the woes of the prisoners, another insider pointed out.
For the ‘common’ accused, detention in Arthur Road is a nightmare. Inmates are provided meals twice a day, which typically consist of a single vegetable, chapattis and a bowl of rice. Ramzan Ali, whose nephew Mohammed Nazir has been in jail since three months says, “Chori ke ilzam mein fasa diya hai usko. Arre kya kahu uske ke bare mein. Haddiyo ka dhancha ban gaya hai woh. Agar pani hai to khana nahi aur agar khana hai to pani nahi hai” [He has been framed in a theft case. What shall I say? He has become a bag of bones. If there is water then there is no food and vice versa].
On my visit to the jail, I found some ‘dabbas’ lying in one corner; out of curiosity I asked about them. I came to know that they were for the convicts in the high security cell. I wonder how the convicts in the high security cell clandestinely manage to order ‘dabbas’ to supplement the food provided in the jail?
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