Category Archives: Animals

Freedom!

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I spotted two dogs by the roadside
One of them was walking with his master
The other was a street dog, lazily yawning!
The street dog was so small and puny
I could see his skeleton system you see!
The other looked healthy and tall
Looked well-fed, was enjoying that stroll
Inspired by the dog with his master
The street dog wagged his tail at me
And started following my footsteps
Suddenly he saw the other dog and stopped
The healthy dog wanted to ogle at another dog
A bitch, maybe, but his master kept pulling him
By the leash on his neck, did not yield to his whim
He wanted to stop and try eating something
But the master, unmindful of all that, kept going on
Perhaps he had to go home and rush to his workplace!
The street dog seemed to observe this all
He suddenly stopped following my trail
Went back to his favorite spot by the road
And started gazing at the passers by
He seemed to have realized real soon
That his freedom is too heavy a prize to pay
Even for good food and a secure place to stay!

My tryst with nature

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Up I grew with nature wild
On a heath pure and undefiled
I saw near my house a mongoose Red Mouth
Running to and fro from north to south
And at a Fallow Retreat not far
I met a shy retiring jaguar
Often I accost at nearby Four Square
A ravenous grizzly bear
And a tortoise hurrying somewhere
Hearing my footsteps he draws his head inside
Leaving me stunned and petrified
And I came across a timid jackal once
Who kept from me a safe distance
Scanning me cunningly from top to toe
And considering me a perennial foe
And in winter, I behold a hedge-hog
Through fog
Who, at slightest rustle, hid behind a stile
Reducing itself to a thorn pile
Grey rabbits run amok seeing me in vicinity
Thinking that I chase them with impunity
Field Squirrels, however, are unperturbed
With my presence they are least concerned

Another Animal Farm – V

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Unless the wolves are pleased, no business is
Allowed to go on smoothly in the society;
The wolves in nexus with the political buffaloes and police dogs
Hunt humble animals in the society for their convenience;
This nexus threatens the judicial animals too to their advantage
If anyone goes to law for justice on any ground;
If such is the state of the dominating animals,
How can nation stand high and lead the world?

Delivering justice based on truth is the duty
Of the judge in any Court in the world;
But since judge is also a human being and not
A God, justice also varies from Court to Court;
Judge’s brain should be razor sharp to know
The right and wrong and save the good from bad
Like the critic, who writes critique seeing the text
And not the Author to be impartial and correct!

If the judiciary is also like any other department,
Who will go to Court having faith in the Court?
Education, Judiciary, Hospital and Temples are not
The same as other places for money making business;
They are there for safeguarding human body, mind
And soul against diseases, ignorance and evil;
If crime and punishment are not properly matched
What is the use of having Courts in a civilised country?

Democracy is govt. of the people by the people and for the people
But never a bureaucratic govt. with bandicoots controlling the affairs
As they wish supported by oil mongering bulls in circular motion!
If so, it would be only a farm even though it’s a cosmopolitan town
Or a metro with various kinds of animals working for its survival!
So, animal farm is a great achievement of modern civilisation
By the blunders of bureaucracy unconsciously let loose by all!

Another Animal Farm – IV

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Education is for whom – for the learners or for the teachers?
150 years old course curriculum is being followed even today
For whose convenience? For the students or for the teachers?
In spite of that not the students but the teachers go on strike
On the time of exams, correction and announcement of results!
Are the teachers, supposed to be another God here
Really think about the development of the students
That is, the future of the nation that praises them much?

To continue the routine teachers want high salary
In convenient places of schools or colleges of their choice!
In this highly populous country students want
Good education, job and salary of their choice!
Officials want to continue their routine without
The interruption of the principal or the public!
Politicians want the support of the students to win
In the election for continuing in power forever!

So, the teachers, to pull on the days so
Willingly live as mice in their holes;
The students, to get through the exams well,
Pull on the days as under dogs in the institutions;
The officials, to pull on the days, live
As rats and bandicoots in their departments;
The politicians, to pull on their days in power
Live as buffaloes caring none here!

The wolves in charge of funds take law in their hands
And harass men not obeying their authority;
As if they are above law and others below law,
Treat common men as criminals to be punished;
If they are caught anywhere, they ask others not to be
Angry as what they do is part of their job there!
So, in a democratic govt. both should be watchful
Of each other to maintain order of the nation.

Another Animal Farm – III

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Creative or inventive minded men’s scope is hampered
By men of bovine nature fostered by socialism;
Maintaining quantity at the cost of quality of life
Does not improve the status of the society;
Socialism at the expense of individualism
Spoils the system of life in the society;
This should be realised by all seeing today
The failures of socialism in other world nations!

Politics reigns supreme in all walks of life making
People approach all problems with political perspective;
Quarrels or cordialities among men depends
Upon the political view each one has;
Even physical make up, dress and colour are
Viewed and decided with respect to politics now;
Even for walking in the street one should keep oneself
Abreast of the day’s politics to avoid consequences!

Religion adds fuel to the fire of politics,
Whose wild power can’t be tamed by any means
Except in election by the people’s power that has
Harnessed it for its benefit for sometime or other;
Until then the lootings of the spoil of the public wealth are
Enjoyed by the wolves and foxes amidst the deer and cows
In such a way that the foxes and jackals crave for elections
And propagandas for political parties all round the year!

Cinema and TV are the modern tools used for political
Propaganda that influences and affects the people much;
So, the matinee idols become the political leaders due to
Their speeches and actions that brain-wash the people;
Champions of both the fields easily become wealthy
That attracts all to become so somehow quickly!
And the show of hands of them to fans and workers
Make them do anything bothering little their lives!

Political parties of various castes have also come
Into vogue in various States of the country now;
Animal farm has witnessed violent incidences of
Casteistic party buffaloes’ processions often!
They believe violence is the best bet to win in elections
And come to power in the country that got
Freedom from foreigners by Non-Violence!
And the office buffaloes play enthusiastically in works
By getting shots in their arms through such incidences!

Not reason but passion and madness are let loose by
The political parties of many castes and colours here;
After coming to power what good can such parties do other than
Swindling the wealth of the nation by themselves for themselves?
Not the intellectuals, talented and hard working individuals
But the jackals, pigs and buffaloes would be benefited so;
So, unable to bear the unjustified acts of the animals
Sincere individuals go abroad to work and live better there!

“Treat public property as one’s own,” said some
Uneducated genius or so called great intellectual!
But more than eighty percent official and nonofficial animals
Twisting it to their own favour misappropriate everything
Starting from the pavement, roads to rented buildings
In the name of public service to the people;
And now the sleazy activities of the jackals and bandicoots
Have alarmingly gone beyond recovery in the nation!

Another Animal Farm – I

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It’s not a town, but a farm,
Where mainly animal men live;
Of them, pigs, buffaloes, bandicoots,
Foxes and dogs are the common folks!
Previously a slumbering town praised for
Spirituality is an animal farm now;
Polluted, congested and dirty, it is
Somehow pulls on the days sans progress!

Once a beautiful town has become ugly now;
Health, sanitation and cleanliness are out
Due to the lethargic govt. machinery there;
Socialism has developed corruption as a
Way of life in all walks of life there;
So, for the sake of money and comforts many
Are ready to forego morality, honesty and respect!

Here pigs and buffaloes gossip like
The cows basking after a sumptuous meal;
Their labyrinthine talks sans knowledge and logic
Go on endlessly like a drunkard’s talk process;
Caste, politics, religion, money and power
Are what they are much interested in life!
So, in circle meetings they attend regularly
Without fail to attend for the attendance call!

Getting freedom was the only aim
Of the people before independence;
After the independence, nation building
Activities should be the aim of all;
But after getting independence would it be
Fine to live like bovine creatures?
People don’t want to think about that
But just pull on the days sans developments!

Each one lives in his own circle unable to change;
And helplessly life also goes on in ignorance;
Life started with a wrong step can’t be changed later;
Is it fate or ignorance that drives them to live so?

Either one should fight to the last or
Succumb to the system though unsuitable;
But the best course of action nobody can know
Unless one is creative or inventive in pursuit
Of one’s noble ambition in the world
Unmindful of anything in life with respect to
One’s present or future course of action!

The pretentious way of living cannot
Change ever falsity into truth;
How can contradictions in thoughts, words and deeds
Turn a hypocrite into an up right one?
Only as long as people believe the propaganda
That falsifies the truth can the
Impostors, frauds and black marketers
Survive in this corrupt world today!

Another Animal Farm – II

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Hundred and fifty years old type of systems still in
Education, administration and judiciary pull on;
Also, equality and socialism make easy for
The rascals and rowdies to mingle with
The sincere and serious ones in the society
And escape from the watchful eyes of
The security personnel ever easily playing
The hide and seek games endlessly on
Both in the public and private here!

Rogues, rascals and rowdies amidst
Sincere, sensitive and serious ones
Create havoc in the society today!
Also, the calves living among the pigs
Eat excretion like pigs among pigs!
The parasites that eat vitals of crops
Cannot be separated from them;
So, the option left is to eliminate the viruses
In the society by tactical methods only.

The developments made by the sincere and honest
Are deteriorated by the innocent idiots,
Who become later the rascals, rowdies, fundamentalists
And extremists because of the farms they belong!
After becoming so, how cleverly they spoil,
Betray and destroy the good, who help them!
They not knowing who the friend and foe
Do good to the bad and bad to the good!

Without knowing the difficulties of others,
The pigs and bandicoots reel that they are
The suffering lot in the society and
Stagnate the progress of the society,
Creating depression, disease, deterioration and
Destruction to the innocents in any organisation,
Where they all work together, started with
The objective of building the nation!

Without self development nobody will have
Respect or honour in the world society,
Which is possible only by good education,
Honest toil and simple way of living;
Without education, decency, liberty and
Justice, socialism cannot be successful;
Hence, socialism has failed to achieve anything
Worthwhile everywhere in the world!

Democracy that has given liberty and rights has
Spoiled the society because of socialism now;
In all the socialistic societies corruption is
Rampant and has spoiled morality of men;
Hence, to save human values, socialism is being
Dropped everywhere adopting democracy to be the best
That gives special status to human culture due to its
Love and frankness against cruelty and falsity!

Three White Horses – II

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It is predicted a hero brandishing a sword will come on a white horse in the Kali Yuga,
In which occasion the evil forces will be the upper most in all the walks of life;
And the hero on the white horse will then establish dharma in the world and go!

Now in the age of science and technology animals and men are almost replaced by machines;
And the chance of any horse playing prominence is made purposeless except in ceremonies.
Merely the power of the machines is measured in terms of so many horses;
So, only the name of white horse is seen in the labels of materials and machines!

The legendary Aurora arrives in a chariot driven by seven white horses
Representing the seven colours of a rain bow, an image impossible to ignore!
How beautiful, majestic and wonderful this legendary God of Dawn, the sun is!

The symbol of victory represents Lord Krishna and Arjuna on a chariot with four white horses;
Lord Krishna preached Bhagavat Gita on this symbolic chariot on the battle of Kurukshetra;
Even today this symbolic preaching is cherished in memory and followed in practice!

Whether it is 1 or 3, 4 or 7 white horse is a symbol representing many immortal things to man;
Hence simply white horse means the symbol of the past, the present and the future.
Perhaps the three white horses of the picture denote the Trinity of the World Religion
Brahma, Vishnu and Siva, the symbol of Creation, Preservation and Destruction;
And their consorts, Saraswathi, Lakshmi and Parvathi represent Knowledge, Wealth and Power.

The will of Nature too orders all beings undergo the process of birth, life and death,
The three stages constituting the complete life of all beings in the world.
The Trinity is the principle of the Universe too, if we observe a little;
Nothing but Space, Energy and Matter are what the whole of the Universe is!

It is from one all the things have come and become one at last;
Power or Energy or Spirit is the beginning and the final thing for everything;
In the Space Water is produced by the combination of Hydrogen and Oxygen gases;
The Water when frozen becomes Matter called Ice;
And the Water when heated becomes gas called Steam to nowhere again!

The past is not dead and gone;
The past is still present in the present.
The present is not present always;
So also the future is not far away;
And any moment the future will become the present.

The past, the present and the future are not separate entities;
They are the three phases of the same process continuing forever;
In fact these three phases are the distinctions of the one and the same Time-Spirit.
Only the moment the Matter is formed in the Space, Time-Spirit is realised;
And the Time-Spirit cannot be ignored as long as the Matter is present.

This Time-Spirit was there, is there and will be there;
This one and the only Spirit is manifesting itself as Space, Matter and Time;
And this Spirit is the cause and the conclusion of Space, Matter and Time!

Three White Horses – I

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Born free are the white horses numbering three in the picture on the wall;
Pure as milk white they represent yesterday, today and tomorrow
Grazing green grass on the grazing ground of the everlasting earth.

The past has just about to have left unheard, unknown and unseen;
The present is glaringly heard, known and seen in the middle;
And the future is not yet heard, known and seen right.

The present with the past and the future in the left and right minds only what’s before it;
The present neither knows the past nor bothers to know the future;
The position of the present is such that it makes hay while the Sun shines!

Pegasus the flying horse was the legend of yesterday;
Puritan is the best bet for the Jackpot in the horse race today;
Perhaps Blue Pegasus may be the one to reach the Stars in the Space tomorrow!

With the Pegasus Perseus was able to finish the atrocities of Calibus;
Also, he petrified and pulverised the Sea Monster by showing the head of Medusa;
And Andromeda became the price and the life partner for Perseus.

But the Puritan of today takes one to the top or to the abyss;
Hit or miss the chance is the rule of the day now in the horse races;
So, selflessness is superseded by selfishness in the present day world.

The discovery of the Universe and the invention of new things are job of the future;
Self-interested selflessness will be the policy of the future man then;
And the Blue Pegasus will be the vehicle of journey for the superman of tomorrow!

The legendary King Vikramadhitya too had a flying horse,
A rare gift, it seemed to be in the golden period of India.
Now we don’t have such wise kings to rule the world;
And the flying horses too cannot be seen anywhere on the earth.

White horse the symbol of purity and greatness kings cherished most;
The qualification of an emperor was conferred by the honour
The Aswameda white horse got from other kings in the past;
But with the change of time the white horses are now used for races or circuses!

To be a Bird

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As I sit here this evening,
I wish I were a bird,
And all my chirping songs,
Would around the world be heard.

I could use my very special wings,
To soar so far and high;
I would fly above the tallest trees,
And head toward the sky.

I wouldn’t stay up very long,
That wouldn’t be my style,
I’d stop along my journey,
And visit feeders for awhile.

So, keep the feeders full of seeds,
For one day out of the blue,
When I need to stop and rest a bit,
I might come and visit you.

Wonderful Birds – I

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Wonderful Birds – Nightingales and Skylarks

In full throated voice the nightingale sings alone in the garden;
Know not what makes it sing so at this hour of the day
Nor for whom does it sing so high a tone so sweet to hear.
The skylark too flies high in the sky and sings unknown;
Who knows what it sings and why it sings at a high place?

The disciples of Nature perhaps follow nature through thick and thin;
May be they are all singing about spring, summer, autumn or winter;
Or may be expressing out their fear or fortune of the coming seasons.
However we can understand them only from the tone of their tune.
To some extent we know what makes them sing and why they sing;
All these lovely birds certainly and clearly sing with rhyme and reason.

It is men who fail to understand what they beautifully sing;
The lovely birds sing out their emotion and fly light in air;
But men mince matters and lie down low ever heavy in heart.
The birds are perhaps depicting or predicting the destiny of mankind;
But who cares for the timely utterances that go in the air ways
Whether the birds broadcast them from the tree top or telephone posts?
They do their jobs beautifully and brightfully like the Sun, Moon and Stars.

Among men also there are finest and fine nightingales and skylarks in the world;
These bird men bring out the best of things beautifully, naturally and perfectly
Focusing, exposing and disposing the mean, cruel and false freely and frankly
And spotting, eulogising and honouring the lovely, truthful and excellent in all.
But whose voice or words who hears or sees in this world of fees or frauds?

Wonderful Birds – II

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Wonderful Birds – Birds and Men

There are birds of various kinds all over the world;
So also there are men of various kinds in the world;
But each and everyone is of a separate kind in nature.

Birds migrate to places according to the seasons to satisfy their appetite,
But not men because of barriers and restrictions in the world
Confining them to the circles they have committed to by birth and choice.
Because of their confinement they use neither the character nor the mind
And they remain to be slaves or savages if mediocre or extremists.

Their circles make narrow their freedom and movement in everything;
And unlike the birds they cannot move about freely and voice their views.
As the instruments of the circles they propagate and do the instructed ideas;
Losing their individuality, independence and originality they exist as nonentities.
Once characterless and mindless, they execute policies as ruthless ruffians;
And hence anxiety and excitement, tumult and turmoil will be the rule of the day.
What is the redemption when born, bred and left in such a situation?
Not religion or philosophy but art or nature is ever the only redemption.

Nature is the living reality of art for everyone
And art is the imitation or the illusion of nature.
So Nature, the living art can be the reliable teacher;
In this friend, philosopher and guide man can have faith
And live a lovely life in the world till the end of time.

The best things of Nature are freely available,
But only if one has the eye to see and the ear to hear.
Once the wings are grown, the birds fly free and leave the parents;
They search for the food, the suitable mates and lead a free life;
Indeed only they are non-attached, non-aligned and non-violent.

Wonderful Birds – III

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Among the birds, the nightingales and the skylarks are the best of Nature;
That does not mean the other birds are inferior and to be neglected here.
Like men in the world they are also specialised in various fields in Nature.

The screeching owl gives the warning of the coming danger;
The dancing peacocks foretell the oncoming rain to men;
The white doves symbolise hope and peace to everyone;
The green parrots forewarn the stranger’s arrival their masters;
And likewise there are so many specialists for various jobs.

Yet the invisible voice of the singing Lark is sublime and mystical
And the warbling notes of the Nightingale are echoing everywhere.
Their sublime songs fill the air like the endless eternal being
Invisible, mystical and mysterious like the all powerful God
Not for name or fame or position or possession but for peace and tranquillity.
So, peace is the secret of their song to solve the malaise of mankind;
And the inward peace the outcome of truth, love and joy outside
Comes out as the outward song of these wonderful birds there!

Despite limitations they practise music as to the phase of Nature;
Perhaps that gives a sense of fulfillment or satisfaction in life.
Men too despite barriers and circles’ restrictions can live so,
If they will to participate in the performance of the birds a while.
Slowly and surely the day will dawn and reveal the truth,
When men will know to what, with what and why
They are attached, aligned and violent to suffer sans sense.
Only materially men have advanced imitating Nature,
But spiritually they have not touched anything to know
And enjoy freedom using either their character or mind.

So, men should break away from man made barriers, restrictions and circles
And see the world with a broad outlook from far above the frontiers and horizons.
That is the way out of the kicks and illusions of all the social institutions.
Like the nightingales and the skylarks only the yogis and cultured persons are here,
Who not blindly sink into the quagmire but dive deep into the ocean to swim
And discover priceless treasures of truth and beauty, love, joy and peace for humanity.

My Alarm Clock

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The chirps of little flamingoes woke me up
Today like every day at early dawn
What even if my alarm clock is dead
Those little birds talk with rhythmic tune
A melodious symphony
Without any battery operated
Which no alarm clock could ever beats

Unlike my alarm clock
This is a non stop orchestra
Without a megaphone
This reverberates in the morning breeze
For me to give a new day break
Which no one could ever beats

I never set a time to oblige them
Like my alarm clock
They do it at their own will before dawn
To wake me up and see the first light of the day
Which no alarm clock could ever beats

There were two little birds
In the pigeon hole of a narrow ventilator
Their wings are shoving off
One pecks on the other
A game of love
Which no one could ever beats

Their music filled in the morning air
The free flow of music they show in their love making
In the early dawn hours
To envy me their openness
And freedom of love
Which no one could ever beats

Their chirps are talks for them
A heavenly music to my ears
When my alarm clock is soulless
Without a battery
These little souls make my day
Filled with melodious music
Which no one could ever beats

The tunes of the song penetrates into my ears
To give me a feast of music
The chirps of little birds with symphony
Without a music instrument
At early dawn hours
Make my day music filled
Which no one could ever beats

Before I gate crash
To this tumultuous world
For my daily routine
Their enchanting music
And love making scenes
Remind me to keep the spirit of the day
Poured generously by these birds
Which no one could ever beats

Chucky, the pig…

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One year old Chucky
stays with his mommy
waging his small tail
sometimes he is pokey.

He chomps on the garbage
and plays in the mud pool
when its time for study
Chucky hates to go to school.

His teeny eyes watch everything around
not a single thing he will miss
anything dumped in the garbage tin
he will gulp it leaving others pissed.

His mommy becomes insane
when Chucky gets naughty
she gives him a nice beating
he giggles and runs away.

Chucky is a charming piglet
very good by heart
his mom is very happy
as Chucky found himself a cute mate.