All posts tagged: Personal

Sleeping Child

How do I tell her who is a terrorist… Don’t the terrorists profit from those Gap Kids clothes she is wearing today? When the buildings collapsed And terrorized eight hundred Underpaid workers in that sweatshop Didn’t the terrorists make merry Looking the other way – The way of uninterrupted greed, As the Walton families scoop Another couple of billion dollars Didn’t I buy her cereal off their shelves? The comic characters she watches Spun by the deceit of the hate funders From the Nazi Germany days till today; Or isn’t the terrorizing force the books She reads which make no mention Of the annihilated indigenous peoples Replaced by sinister slaveowners She must respect as founding fathers? One after another president gleefully Preaching to her values of patriotism In name of which profiteering wars Find justifications, and she will nod Her head, her empty slate of a mind That will be overwritten with lies after Lies after lies about who is a terrorist And who is a decent human being. From the small television propaganda To …

Father

My very first love, my very first friend No words can define, or transcend You reside in me, each thought or act My strength, essence, my truest fact   No matter how I say, or fail to express  My source of meaning, you are my sense Every knowledge I crave, my liberated mind Noblest gift to me, your love for humankind   You dwell in my life, in each moment of mine Precious is your presence, forever shall shine Your love, like the greatest oceans, open sky Breathing in it, sheltered, how blessed am I….   – Saswat Pattanayak, Peoples’ Poet

Raindrops

Are these the April raindrops, Or my lingering heartbeats?   My naked windows glasses- Alive with transpirations Mired with perspirations Reflecting back, almost in derision Calling back, in much anticipation Halting path, amidst many a assumption   These sounds of cascading water On my swarded Astorian apartment Catch me off guard-this very moment   Immerse in me, in life– Even as I dwell in apprehension Succumb to intoxication Of increasing aspiration Drain in imagination Of the ongoing revolution   Will the rain just vanish all too soon Lambent lightning will too swoon   Life is measured in moments — not years Its prizes are not won in competition Nor in forms of pricey acquisition As I hear the raindrops in reverberation   Memories of Similipal, ere a score of monsoons Wise father, tall trees, and proud mountains   The source of wisdom– my admiration To repose faith in my fascination And give way to my adulation Sans preaching or imposition   Raindrops don’t just recline on my windows Nor merely thump on my bare chest …

Offerings

What will I give thee, you are the gift to me How much to adore thee, you mean the love for me When each moment spent are the times cherished To wish you well, which day be chosen by me?   The night’s a façade, the day conceals And my gladness, the stars too miss My feelings how can they know Those greetings on sale and marketed gifts   Who I pray and worship for you? Where do I seek your well being? What do I add to bedeck your day When what I have is you as blessing?   No poem can ever suffice to note Or a painter’s brush can ever coat The shine of my eye, the pride in my heart Words too feeble, and colors delicate   Have loved you to know you And known to have loved you If life has some things to crave for Its to live my life beside you   Never in want will you be, for you are the spring Of all happiness unbound that …

Love Unconditional

Your love is not for me to ask It is for you to give In return My body is not for you to ask It is for me to give   I have given away my heart My feelings they called love And all I could ever muster Was courage to fall Centred round my self As its wont, I could never rise in love   All I remember is the passion The commitments our bodies made The moments of undeniable truths   And now it’s all so eerie Does love have a logical ending?   The heart withers away, the mind is out of sight What of my body? The scars and the bites and the touches Whose prerogative to forget?   I once made a compromise with my heart Now the body refuses to withstand The onslaughts and the insults The amnesiac touches The lips that are lying   If you must, acknowledge not the love If you have to, stay away But answer one last time Why did you have to fiddle …