Sunday, April 17, 2016
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Part 6 – The Traitor
This is a continuation of Part 5 - The Tempter
The apostles snoozed as the Messiah prayed,
Deep into the forest, where destiny swayed.
Dear Judas arrived, greeting the Savior with a kiss.
Thus was the signal the soldiers couldn't miss.
Was humanity put to it’s ultimate test?
Or was the Christ truly under arrest?
Each apostle awoke and drew his angry sword.
But Jesus protested, “I embrace the will of the Lord!”
“Twelve Legions of Angels would save me,
If only I would now rather have it be.
But wield not now your lethal blades,
For they are truly instruments of Hades.”
Thus was the Son of God forcefully taken,
And thrice by dear Peter was He forsaken.
Prosecutor beat the Christ black and blue,
Until all that was left were bones and sinew.
“Oh, what have I done?” Judas Iscariot said.
“Because of me, innocent blood has been shed.”
The bribe of 30 silver back at the Council he swung.
Overwhelmed by guilt and shame, from a tree he hung.
Notes:
1) This is a continuation of a series called 'Beelzebub' which I left unfinished 2 years ago.
2) To be continued - Beelzebub Part 7 - The Crown of Thorns
3) Images used in this post do not belong to me.
The apostles snoozed as the Messiah prayed,
Deep into the forest, where destiny swayed.
Dear Judas arrived, greeting the Savior with a kiss.
Thus was the signal the soldiers couldn't miss.
Was humanity put to it’s ultimate test?
Or was the Christ truly under arrest?
Each apostle awoke and drew his angry sword.
But Jesus protested, “I embrace the will of the Lord!”
“Twelve Legions of Angels would save me,
If only I would now rather have it be.
But wield not now your lethal blades,
For they are truly instruments of Hades.”
Thus was the Son of God forcefully taken,
And thrice by dear Peter was He forsaken.
Prosecutor beat the Christ black and blue,
Until all that was left were bones and sinew.
“Oh, what have I done?” Judas Iscariot said.
“Because of me, innocent blood has been shed.”
The bribe of 30 silver back at the Council he swung.
Overwhelmed by guilt and shame, from a tree he hung.
1) This is a continuation of a series called 'Beelzebub' which I left unfinished 2 years ago.
2) To be continued - Beelzebub Part 7 - The Crown of Thorns
3) Images used in this post do not belong to me.
Saturday, April 05, 2014
Salutations to the Sun
raised my hands like a tree
to hold his feet so he couldn't run
and thus the Solar I could see.
To know the truth was I inclined
and thus I climbed the mountain.
Like a crooked stick did I find
a cobra as tall as men!
Thus, down hill did I run.
Yet, the Sun could I see.
I held his feet - my day was done
- and went back to pray by the sea.
Note:
- A Tribute to the Sun (the One who rises and raises) : Suryanamaskar!
- Images used in this post do not belong to me.
Tuesday, April 01, 2014
Lanka Ablaze
The Monkey stood before the wicked king;
in praise of Lord Ram did the Monkey sing.
A humble messenger of his Lord was he,
who came to warn this king to set Sita free.
"The wicked from justice can never escape!"
Thus warned the divine and wise Ape.
"Oh Demon-King, amend your ways!
Or else prepare to count your days!"
The mighty king was outraged at this.
"Set fire that tail of his!"
How dare this creature into my city storm
and threaten me (having caused enough harm)!
The tail which they set on fire,
swung right back and lit their pyre!
Across the city did the Vanara chase.
Lo! For Lanka was now ablaze!
Note:
1) Images used in this post do not belong to me.
in praise of Lord Ram did the Monkey sing.
A humble messenger of his Lord was he,
who came to warn this king to set Sita free.
"The wicked from justice can never escape!"
Thus warned the divine and wise Ape.
"Oh Demon-King, amend your ways!
Or else prepare to count your days!"
The mighty king was outraged at this.
"Set fire that tail of his!"
How dare this creature into my city storm
and threaten me (having caused enough harm)!
The tail which they set on fire,
swung right back and lit their pyre!
Across the city did the Vanara chase.
Lo! For Lanka was now ablaze!
1) Images used in this post do not belong to me.
Monday, January 20, 2014
Shiva
Oh King of Dancers, who's art doth charm,
May thy music forever play on!
For thy mystic dance steers away all harm,
and guides lost souls from dusk to dawn!
Upon mount Kailash is thy abode;
where thou doth meditate in peace.
To Him alone I dedicate this ode,
who's grace puts all souls at ease.
Oh God of Gods, I surrender to thou!
Help me embrace my karma today!
Let dharma be my unbroken vow;
and sins thy Third Eye burn away!
The Blessed Ash covers thy skin,
like the shadow which covers the night!
Conquerer of Death! Fill my soul within,
and guide me with thy blessed light!
Om namah shivaya!
- Darpan
Note:
- Nataraja (King of Dancers), Mahadev (Great God or God or Gods), Mrityunjaya (Conqueror of Death) are various names of Lord Shiva.
- Karma = purpose, action
- Dharma = justice, duty
- For those who lack awareness about Indian Mythology, Shiva loves to dance, meditate, and cover himself with funeral ash. He resides at the top of Mount Kailash and posses a third eye on his forehead, which if opened could destroy ... not necessarily the human being, but the ego. Hence Shiva is not merely a destroyer, as most ignorant people assume. He is a destroyer of the arrogance/ego within us, and this helps remove one's sufferings.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
The Mahabharatha – A Few Lines
The principles of Bhishma brought many a woe.
And the blindness of Dhritarashtra, even so.
But Lord Krishna’s mischief and Shakuni’s conspiracy,
engineered the most deadly battle of all eternity.
The test of the just to the end of the unjust;
where brothers fought brothers, great men reduced to dust.
Thus on the plains of Kuru was fought
the epic battle which time never forgot…
Note: Dedicated to Spandan'12
Note: Dedicated to Spandan'12
Sunday, May 13, 2012
IF there is a God
My army stands crippled by demonic plagues I led them to.
I'm now lost along the path I once thought I knew.
I kneel down to pray my last, to the one who brought me here.
If there is indeed a God, let Him for once lend me his ear.
This land rots, the air is dry; is this where hell begins?
The living suffer nature's wrath; Repent for all our sins!
Oh Heaven, Creator's abode, bring down your blessed rain!
If prayers are not vain, then relieve us from all this pain.
With the last few drops of water I wash sweat off my hands.
I rise to my feet, draw my sword; more enemies approach the wastelands.
Verses and chants for the desperate times quickly flood my mind.
If the scriptures are true, Lord, please show me you can be kind.
Note: Images used in this post do not belong to me.
I'm now lost along the path I once thought I knew.
I kneel down to pray my last, to the one who brought me here.
If there is indeed a God, let Him for once lend me his ear.
This land rots, the air is dry; is this where hell begins?
The living suffer nature's wrath; Repent for all our sins!
Oh Heaven, Creator's abode, bring down your blessed rain!
If prayers are not vain, then relieve us from all this pain.
With the last few drops of water I wash sweat off my hands.
I rise to my feet, draw my sword; more enemies approach the wastelands.
Verses and chants for the desperate times quickly flood my mind.
If the scriptures are true, Lord, please show me you can be kind.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Another Day at Mech Dept
1. Another day at Mech department, boredom has just gained a level.
I climb the stairs, ironically, once again to face each devil.
What’s going on? I don’t know. The board is peppered with Greek.
The prof rants on in Hindi, else it’s Marathi he chooses to speak.
2. One prof confesses, he’s teaching this sub for the very first time.
Attempting the same derivation for days, yet treats discussion as a crime.
He returns to class, after lunch, I suspect half asleep.
At this rate our chances to pass this sub slides down a slope so steep.
3. Another prof has his nose in the air. He answers no 'silly' doubts.
‘Get lost!’ and ‘Sheer nonsense!’ seem to be his favourite shouts.
For any question I ask him, his standard reply is ‘You should know!’
And hence I have no solution on paper for me to show.
4. Another prof is a silent comedian. I doubt he’s even a graduate.
He knows not what he’s teaching, yet he’s here for that’s our fate.
He has a special skill: to pass time discussing ‘nothing'.
How he got here even he knows not, so let’s not mock the poor thing.
5. I’m lost between these four walls, and I wish I could escape.
But if I do, I’ll lose the attendance I require to be in fair shape.
Perhaps every question is rhetorical, since it’s pointless guessing.
When I try to reason, they mock me as if it’s blasphemy I’m uttering.
6. I sit amidst smug faces who know exactly where they all want to be.
But all I know is that I’m going insane! Is it the system or is it just me?
Note: This poem is perhaps politically incorrect. But it is factually accurate. Professors mentioned in Stanzas 1, 2, 3, 4 are Kale, Barhatte, Dingre and Narwade respectively. I hope this poem made you smile. Students of my department cannot disagree with most of what I've mentioned. You've observed the same. But if this poem should cause any controversy, please inform me before I get into any trouble. And also, if this poem should be published anywhere, please do not mention the names of the professors. Thank you!
I climb the stairs, ironically, once again to face each devil.
What’s going on? I don’t know. The board is peppered with Greek.
The prof rants on in Hindi, else it’s Marathi he chooses to speak.
2. One prof confesses, he’s teaching this sub for the very first time.
Attempting the same derivation for days, yet treats discussion as a crime.
He returns to class, after lunch, I suspect half asleep.
At this rate our chances to pass this sub slides down a slope so steep.
3. Another prof has his nose in the air. He answers no 'silly' doubts.
‘Get lost!’ and ‘Sheer nonsense!’ seem to be his favourite shouts.
For any question I ask him, his standard reply is ‘You should know!’
And hence I have no solution on paper for me to show.
4. Another prof is a silent comedian. I doubt he’s even a graduate.
He knows not what he’s teaching, yet he’s here for that’s our fate.
He has a special skill: to pass time discussing ‘nothing'.
How he got here even he knows not, so let’s not mock the poor thing.
5. I’m lost between these four walls, and I wish I could escape.
But if I do, I’ll lose the attendance I require to be in fair shape.
Perhaps every question is rhetorical, since it’s pointless guessing.
When I try to reason, they mock me as if it’s blasphemy I’m uttering.
6. I sit amidst smug faces who know exactly where they all want to be.
But all I know is that I’m going insane! Is it the system or is it just me?
Note: This poem is perhaps politically incorrect. But it is factually accurate. Professors mentioned in Stanzas 1, 2, 3, 4 are Kale, Barhatte, Dingre and Narwade respectively. I hope this poem made you smile. Students of my department cannot disagree with most of what I've mentioned. You've observed the same. But if this poem should cause any controversy, please inform me before I get into any trouble. And also, if this poem should be published anywhere, please do not mention the names of the professors. Thank you!
Friday, November 04, 2011
The Charioteer’s Son
Note: For those who do not know/understand the story of the Mahabharath, please refer to my narration.
You often said, “He’s merely a charioteer’s son, so what right has he?”
Despite all his merits and capacity, is this all you could see?
Oh Son of Pandu, if only you knew who this soul was deep within...
A friend so loyal, a man more generous than you could have ever been.
A charioteer’s son: now you tell me what’s wrong with that?
Didn’t Lord Krishna drive yours, as a matter of fact?
It is indeed a pity that a good soul like his was taken to their side.
You hurt his ego, while Duryodan welcomed him with arms open wide.
“My dear Duryodan,” Karna said, “I care not where dharma lies.
I shall be with you and fight for you, for me that alone shall suffice.
For you are my true friend, family and everything to me,
And for all this, grateful to you and Hastinapur, I shall forever be.”
If his chariot’s wheel had not broken off, you may not have won.
Even Death did come to collect the virtues of all the deeds he had done.
“Karna,” Death begged, “Now only your charity prevents you from dying.”
“Here... take my virtues... even as I receive.” He said as he lay there lying.
Oh Son of Pandu, why couldn’t you see that he was as skilled as you?
Beyond his foul company and your prejudice, ask Kunti that which is true.
It is such a pity when in the battle for dharma, one brother must slay another.
What all five of you failed to see is that he was the first son of your mother.
Note:
1) Images used on this post do not belong to me.
2) This poem is based on the story of Karna, a character of the Mahabharath.
3) In Sanskrit/Hinduism:
Dharma = justice/duty
You often said, “He’s merely a charioteer’s son, so what right has he?”
Despite all his merits and capacity, is this all you could see?
Oh Son of Pandu, if only you knew who this soul was deep within...
A friend so loyal, a man more generous than you could have ever been.
A charioteer’s son: now you tell me what’s wrong with that?
Didn’t Lord Krishna drive yours, as a matter of fact?
It is indeed a pity that a good soul like his was taken to their side.
You hurt his ego, while Duryodan welcomed him with arms open wide.
“My dear Duryodan,” Karna said, “I care not where dharma lies.
I shall be with you and fight for you, for me that alone shall suffice.
For you are my true friend, family and everything to me,
And for all this, grateful to you and Hastinapur, I shall forever be.”
If his chariot’s wheel had not broken off, you may not have won.
Even Death did come to collect the virtues of all the deeds he had done.
“Karna,” Death begged, “Now only your charity prevents you from dying.”
“Here... take my virtues... even as I receive.” He said as he lay there lying.
Oh Son of Pandu, why couldn’t you see that he was as skilled as you?
Beyond his foul company and your prejudice, ask Kunti that which is true.
It is such a pity when in the battle for dharma, one brother must slay another.
What all five of you failed to see is that he was the first son of your mother.
1) Images used on this post do not belong to me.
2) This poem is based on the story of Karna, a character of the Mahabharath.
3) In Sanskrit/Hinduism:
Dharma = justice/duty
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Part 4 - The Negotiation
This is a continuation of Part 3 - The Serpent
Earth would have been paradise...Alas! To keep God’s only word Man failed.
Thus for thousands of years and thousands more, evil on earth prevailed.
While the righteous hid from persecution, the sinful earth did rot.
But though Man had forgotten his Creator’s love, the Creator never forgot.
“I shall return this earth to you,” the sly Devil said. “if you give me your Son.”
“Amen!” The Lord said and with that the deal was done.
The Devil expected this not, but with this he was content.
To avenge the day the first Man was born was his malicious intent.
Thus God sent His own Son, who was born to the Virgin Mary.
Only he and the Lord knew the burden he would someday carry.
Images used in this post do not belong to me.
Continue reading with Beelzebub Part 5 - The Tempter
Earth would have been paradise...Alas! To keep God’s only word Man failed.
Thus for thousands of years and thousands more, evil on earth prevailed.
While the righteous hid from persecution, the sinful earth did rot.
But though Man had forgotten his Creator’s love, the Creator never forgot.
“Oh Lucifer, why did you of all choose a path so unwise?
Your desire for praise and wicked ways expelled you from Paradise.”
“I shall return this earth to you,” the sly Devil said. “if you give me your Son.”
“Amen!” The Lord said and with that the deal was done.
The Devil expected this not, but with this he was content.
To avenge the day the first Man was born was his malicious intent.
Thus God sent His own Son, who was born to the Virgin Mary.
Only he and the Lord knew the burden he would someday carry.
Continue reading with Beelzebub Part 5 - The Tempter
Monday, October 03, 2011
Part 1 - The Archangel
Note:
Before life walked this earth, first created Lord’s Angels were.
Of them the highest, were the Archangels – Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Lucifer.
They were like His own children – perfect and obedient in all ways.
And that was back when Paradise saw its golden days.
The Angels sang hymns and songs about the Creator’s grace.
Lucifer, the youngest, led the choir to sing in his Father’s praise.
Amongst all the angels, of Heaven’s host, most charming was he.
And he was the most loved amongst them as an Angel could ever be.
~
However the Lord was not satisfied with all of this.
What is life’s meaning if it is all perfect and bliss?
Thus He created, in His own image, the very first Man;
And breathed into him life, to sustain him a certain span.
He brought home his new child, before all of them.
He said, “This is Man, dear children. Bow down to him!”
They all obeyed, save for one, and that was dear Lucifer.
He shot the Man a jealous glance and muttered coldly: Never!
Man may have the image of the Lord, but imperfect was he;
While the Angels were perfect, how could He not clearly see?
~
One day he stormed into Heaven’s court and gathered all around.
Images used in this post do not belong to me.
Continue reading with Beelzebub Part 2 - The Fallen Angel
- This is the story of Lucifer, the condemned one. The images used in these posts do not belong to me. This poem was written by me. But the essence of the story has been taken from Christian Mythology. I have merely narrated it in what I hope to be a simpler form to read for those of us who have partial or absolutely no knowledge of Christian Mythology, and yet are enthusiastic about it.
- To get a more accurate version of the story, please read the Holy Bible, John Milton's works of 'Paradise Lost', perhaps even the Holy Qur'an, (or simply watch the 'Supernatural' TV series) etc.
- In chapter 1 the Angels are referred to as God's children. This is a poetic expression. The Bible considers Angels to be merely God's servants. And the part where God asks the Angels to bow down to man is a concept found only in the Qur'an. In chapter 4, a negotiation between the Devil and God is mentioned. This is not explicit, but merely symbolic, in the Bible. If my interpretations or concepts are flawed, please feel free to correct me. However, do not expect this to be the accurate story.
Before life walked this earth, first created Lord’s Angels were.
Of them the highest, were the Archangels – Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Lucifer.
They were like His own children – perfect and obedient in all ways.
And that was back when Paradise saw its golden days.
The Angels sang hymns and songs about the Creator’s grace.
Lucifer, the youngest, led the choir to sing in his Father’s praise.
Amongst all the angels, of Heaven’s host, most charming was he.
And he was the most loved amongst them as an Angel could ever be.
~
However the Lord was not satisfied with all of this.
What is life’s meaning if it is all perfect and bliss?
Thus He created, in His own image, the very first Man;
And breathed into him life, to sustain him a certain span.
He brought home his new child, before all of them.
He said, “This is Man, dear children. Bow down to him!”
They all obeyed, save for one, and that was dear Lucifer.
He shot the Man a jealous glance and muttered coldly: Never!
Man may have the image of the Lord, but imperfect was he;
While the Angels were perfect, how could He not clearly see?
~
One day he stormed into Heaven’s court and gathered all around.
“Our Father is mad! And we His creations, to His word are bound.
Come with me, those of you who believe that I am right!
Are we not perfect? What exalts Man? Injustice has reached its height!
Come with me, dear brothers, I promise you invincibility!”
Thus one third of all Heaven’s host joined Lucifer’s mutiny.Come with me, those of you who believe that I am right!
Are we not perfect? What exalts Man? Injustice has reached its height!
Come with me, dear brothers, I promise you invincibility!”
Continue reading with Beelzebub Part 2 - The Fallen Angel
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Second Thoughts on the Battlefield
Note: For those who do not know/understand the story of the Mahabharath, please refer to my narration.
How could I ever do this, Kanha? It's such a miserable deed!
I would rather run away, and live with only what I need.
I would rather surrender wealth, power, joy and fame
than ever slay my dear ones and live all my life in shame.
If this is my duty and true joy, I see why you equate sorrow and glee.
If defeat and victory don't differ, Krishna, I would now rather flee.
You say that I have a mission from which I cannot stray.
Then may I put this war aside and fight it another day?
How could I carry this burden and yet keep a smile upon my face?
How could I accept this misery, taking it to be your grace?
You have provided better to the lesser; is this all MY life comes to?
I give up, oh Keshava! Tell me what could I do?
Note:
1. Some of these questions have been adopted from Arjuna's role in the Bagavad Gita. They have been twisted to suit mine.
2.Images used in this post do not belong to me.
How could I ever do this, Kanha? It's such a miserable deed!
I would rather run away, and live with only what I need.
I would rather surrender wealth, power, joy and fame
than ever slay my dear ones and live all my life in shame.
If this is my duty and true joy, I see why you equate sorrow and glee.
If defeat and victory don't differ, Krishna, I would now rather flee.
You say that I have a mission from which I cannot stray.
Then may I put this war aside and fight it another day?
How could I carry this burden and yet keep a smile upon my face?
How could I accept this misery, taking it to be your grace?
You have provided better to the lesser; is this all MY life comes to?
I give up, oh Keshava! Tell me what could I do?
1. Some of these questions have been adopted from Arjuna's role in the Bagavad Gita. They have been twisted to suit mine.
2.Images used in this post do not belong to me.
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