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    Nichiro's Poetry

    I will be posting my poetry in this column . I am reposting my recent work as under. I request friends here to look for my Tamiz poems and help me repost so that all my works can come under one umbrella.
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    Dear friends,

    Three of my Haikus are being posted today.


    LONLINESS

    My lonliness stays in this
    Room made of nothingness whose walls are
    Guarded by crowd of memories.


    DEATH OF A GIRL CHILD


    Tearful mother crushed small mouth
    Firmly to her milk oozing breast and
    The girl child was dead


    INNOCENCE


    where did my innocence go
    When I came to know the difference
    Between the right and wrong.











    I am presenting you with THREE HAIKUS,


    Punishment



    Then God passed his sentence.
    "You'll suffer imprisonment till your last breath ".
    And thus "I" was born.


    Sounds


    Now scything sound of silence
    And moments dashing against eternity of nothingness,
    Torments my blissfully sleeping dreams.


    Lonliness

    My paper is now lonely,
    As thoughts have gone out with feelings
    On a long long journey.








    PRAYER

    God,"If I cannot move,

    I'll ask for a capacity to dream,

    Destination, then , will be under my feet ."







    FREEDOM


    Sun is setting slowly.
    The evening air is laden with
    The remnants of scattered sounds
    of children running
    around the corridors
    of nearby school.
    Those are the happy sounds.
    Much opposite of the ones
    when they walked in the school.

    The soul , is now able
    to feel approaching
    Freedom for myself.
    The load of the baggage carried
    all my life
    Is being thrown away soon.
    Journey to unknown
    is what I am looking for
    with eager heart.
    Soon the hospital bed will be vacant
    The waves in the monitor
    will soon be a straight line.
    Let it be after the sunset.
    O lord..!!

    Nichiro








    Death Of A Noble Soul

    There was a deathly silence all around,
    The speaker shed tears and said,
    "What a noble soul we have lost,
    All of us are orphaned now.
    Who shall we look to for inspiration?

    This orphange and other schools
    will be Fatherless now.
    He was a true father
    Who showered fatherly love on you all.
    So devoted was he,
    To the cause of orphans,
    That he never married."

    So spake people one after another.

    The crowd marched past the body
    Of the departed servent
    With wreaths in hands round
    The casket which was gleaming mahogny.

    There was a mound of flowers soon enough
    Having shed tears
    And bowing of heads
    And folded hands.
    The bigwigs left.

    Slowly the crowd thinned,
    The reporters packed their bags
    And were departing last .

    A girl , barely sixteen,
    Inmate of the orphange
    Stood at the gate with
    A child in arms, looking
    At people with vacant eyes.

    A reporter asked the orphan girl,
    "Is this your child?
    She barely nodded.
    "Yes"
    "Who is the father who gave you
    This child?"
    Persisted the news man.
    "He is in that room,
    Dead........
    Lying in the big casket."

    Nichiro






    A poem for child labour activists.


    ...And they said, children's fingers make best products


    In a dingy room
    Rows of children...
    Very young children,
    Weave coffin clothes for
    their childhood ......

    A childhood,
    which died before they were born.
    And people call them Carpets.

    Same nimble fingers have
    Lost sense of touch
    And mechanically, now,
    They roll tendu leaves
    They do not fill tobacco
    But each leaf roll is filled with
    Their childhood.

    A childhood,
    Which died before they were born.
    And people call them Beedies.

    In an isolated factory hall,
    Rows upon rows of children,
    Wearly roll papers,
    And fill them with
    Their childhood.

    A childhood,
    Which died before they were born
    And people call them Fireworks.

    Nichiro

    Ps.
    Come, let's give back their childhood,
    And freedom to play and dream.
    Give up with determination,
    Smoke, carpets and crackers.
    Each one , teach one.




    Wait For Freedom


    Now I know that God has put
    My life in tears.
    with every cry and drops
    Of life running down the cheeks,
    My freedom seems very near.

    Dark sun is spreading
    Its unfathomable blackness
    In front of my eyes.
    Soul of my very being
    Seems to be dangling like
    A spider from its web.
    My web, My own bondage.

    I am just waiting
    For that gust of icy wind
    Harbinger of release.
    Release ? Ney... Freedom.
    I am waiting
    To be free from myself.

    The hope is stronger
    Than Nihilistic truth.
    I know that the icy wind will come.
    Ah...That icy wind.
    Till then, I will dangle
    Like a question mark
    On my web.




    GOD’S GIFT


    God took the crimson hue
    Of rising sun From the Horizon,
    And put the shyness of
    A fawn on her cheeks'

    He took the twinkle of stars
    Of which dreams are made,
    And Bright bolt of lightening to
    Put in her long lashed eyes.

    Next he took the crests of
    Playful and snow white
    Warm summer sea waves
    To adorn her innocent bosom.

    He stole the heady musk
    From the deer and
    Sheen of shining pearls
    And anointed her body.

    God then borrowed the
    Sound of tinkling bells
    And mixed with some mischief
    And put it in Her laughter.

    He took the pink colour of roses
    And a little kohl
    He mixed it with honey
    And smeared it on her lips.

    Last he took a little dark secret
    From his creation of universe
    And lovingly hid it under her belly.
    For the mother of future.

    Then he opened the door
    To send off her childhood
    And let her Youth in.
    Today she became sixteen

    Nichiro



    SAILING ON SANDS


    Your week end results in weakened spirits,
    You go on a binge and forget the limits.
    When curtain of weekends falls for the week,
    You look for Aspirins and pot o' coffee you seek.


    On top of this you read Nichiro's poems,
    They confront you like Red Indian totems.
    The conscience refuses to sit down and think.
    Nichiro has no work and is wasting his ink.


    He talks of young girls and childhood they lost,
    Of women whose boats are too far from coast.
    He speaks of tears and the happiness not felt,
    How can such things not let hearts to melt?


    We try to forget our pains and our woes,
    For people at work are always on their toes.
    Bosses are bossy and the collegues not kind
    All these results in getting people in bind.


    But we live only for self and not for others,
    Our pains , our problems we think only as ours.
    Like ostrich which bury their heads in sands,
    We lock the conscience and never open till end.

    Out there are those girls and women who have,
    No hopes for future, no love and who crave,
    For freedom from hell in which they find,
    Their wings are cut off and legs in a bind.

    I am not a preacher, and I am not a saint
    I am a person who writes their complaint.
    If you want to do something, lend them your hand
    Write, think and spread this message my friend

    Nichiro

    Being An Indian


    Being an Indian, is Appearing
    On front page of Times of India
    As common man of substance.


    DEEWAR

    Log kehte they ki Deewar ke oospaar,
    Anjaan log rehte hain,
    Bade khufnaak log hain woh.
    Pith pe waar karte hain.

    Ek din humein tak mili,
    Diwar kudkar hum gaye oospaar.
    To hamne dekha,
    Ki wahan hamare jaisa hi ghar hai.

    Wahi aangan,wahi khet, wahi khaliyan.
    Wahi Ma, Wahi bahan aur wahi dost.
    Wahi geet, wahi sangeet.
    Wahi gham the aur wahi Khushiyan.

    Ek sakhsh ko ghar ke baahar dekha.
    Dekha to woh main hi tha.
    Main hi dono aur rehta tha.!
    To phir yeh deewar ka wazood kya tha?

    Us deewar ki dono aur
    woh khaufnaak santari Kaun the ?
    Ek hi jaat thi magar Uniform alag the.!
    Aur us deewar pe siyasat kyon karte the ?

    Kuch logon ko jinhe
    Hamne Mantri banaaye,
    Wohi log aaj santari ban baithe hain,
    Diwar ko khuda banakar.

    Khudh unke bande ban firte hain,
    Yeh diwar hi badi badsurat bala hai,
    Jaan khaati hai logon ki,
    Khoon piti hai pyaas buzaane.


    Diwar ke thekedaaron ne,Sab ke,
    Jeene marne ka intezaam kar rakha hai.
    Santari sab Insaaniyat kha chuke hain,
    Aur Diwar Insaano ko khati hai.

    Koi muze batao,o mere humdum,
    In darindo ka kya karen?
    Jinhon ne Diwar ke naam par
    Siyasat ki kilein gaadi hui hai?


    Khud to diwar ke naam par Apana aashiyana
    Banate hain,aur dono aur se Main,
    Is khun ki pyasi Diwar mein
    Dhire dhire Jinda chuna jaata hun.

    Nichiro


    "STILL BORN"


    She brought forth her child
    With last heave to her tired womb.
    "Indhu saniyan, pombale pulle petthiiruukka" Achi cried.

    The shout rang in darkness,
    Tearful eyes wanted to see first newborn
    And sing her first lullaby.

    Her thighs were still quivering
    Blood soaked,child with her umbellical chord
    Hung upside down dripping blood.


    "Itthe enna cheiyaunum?chollu Ma "
    "Indhaa aiyinoor rupa," Achi said with contempt
    seiya vendidhu sei...puranjadha?"


    Midwife, gave the last look,
    Pressed the struggling newborn's nose and mouth
    Soon the feeble movements ceased.


    A shallow pit was dug.
    Bundle of flesh who was a girl,
    Was buried. Declared "still born"
    Nichiro




    STILL BORN II

    Dear Girl child,
    The biggest irony is,
    People talk about ,
    People read about ,
    People discuss about ,
    People debate about
    The need
    To prevent female Foeticide
    As dinner discussion.

    You come in,
    When all have left
    To collect the empty plates.
    And clean the mess.

    Tomorrow,
    There will be another day,
    Another discussion.
    More beer glasses,
    More empty plates.
    And your subject,
    My dear child,
    Will be discarded
    Like The empty
    Sucked out bone,
    Left for the dogs.

    Nichiro



    MY SKY

    I have carried
    The weight of my sky
    All along .
    Now I feel
    That the sky
    And me are both
    Alone in our company.

    My Past, present
    And future, bound
    By a silken snake
    Is adding on
    To the burden.

    My sky
    Has refused to share
    Its space with
    My hopes and Aspirations.
    And it has closed
    All the directions.

    My innerself
    Is now impatient
    To sever its bond
    With this body
    And merge with
    My sky.

    Let me find myself
    An iota of space
    Where my sky is not there,
    To let go
    Of my baggage.

    Can I ? Will I?

    Nichiro


    MY SUN IS BURIED


    They start their hunt
    Even before I am born,
    I am marked for death
    From the womb I am torn.
    My grave is never marked
    My journey
    Is of just minutes,
    From womb to tomb

    If they let me live,
    They remove my path
    From under my feet.
    Then They destroy
    My destination.
    My feet have nowhere to go,
    I will never reach anywhere
    Because I will never
    Start for anywhere.

    My day will never start
    As they have buried my sun.
    My eyes will have nothing to see
    As my Sun will never light up.
    And my Rainbow will have
    only black colour.
    What's my fault O Lord,
    Are all Gods men ?
    Why am I made
    unwritten history ?
    Is it because I am
    just a girl child ?
    Nichiro



    SON

    Tears started flowing
    from her vacant eyes.
    Her deeply lined
    sunken cheeks quivered
    with every sob that escaped
    Her chocked throat.

    "God,"she said, "Do not give anybody sons"
    Look at me , a mother of three I am
    Rotting in this old age home."

    How I wish I had at least
    A daughter who whould understand
    My pains and would be here
    To wipe my tears.
    A son is no boon
    And a daughter is no burden."

    I just stood rooted
    Holding her cold hand.
    I couldn't even cry
    Because I too was a son
    Of my Mother.

    Nichiro




    YOG NIDRA


    It is so quiet now.
    Drudgery of
    Dragging
    A life
    Shackled to
    A body
    has ceased.
    Peace has started
    descending
    Like white fleece
    In winter.
    Soon the snow
    Of eternal silence
    Will cover
    Nothingness,
    which sleeps after
    Ingesting the alphabets.
    No more
    Tick,,,Tock..Tick ..Tock
    sound of time
    Trudging besides me,
    shuffling on three feet.
    I rose high
    By light years
    As my frail Shoulders
    Let go the Atlas
    of my Ego.
    Now my palms hold
    No Past Present
    Or future.
    Eternity clothed in
    Black beckons me
    To sleep and merge
    With her.
    "Esto perpetua Esto perpetua"


    Nichiro


    HELPLESSNESS


    It flows
    From the eyes
    Of Aged parents
    Left to die
    A slow death
    In old age homes.

    It is heard in
    Slent sobs
    of those
    Innocent girls
    Rotting in
    Hovels like Kamathipura.


    It is blackened gash
    On the twisted neck
    Of a hanging body
    of a young HIV wife
    of an unfaithful man.

    Nichiro


    HELPLESSNESS II


    FUTURE AT CROSS ROADS

    Her four year old
    Eyes were riveted
    To the signal lights.
    No sooner did
    The amber change to red,
    She trotted
    Towards the barely halting
    vehicles spewing smoke
    From the exhaust pipes.

    She looked like a rag doll,
    With matted unkempt hair.
    Her small dirt smeared face
    Showed red rimmed eyes
    From which
    Twin furrows of dried tears
    could be seen.

    She raised herself
    On toes and thrust
    Her one little palm
    Turned upwards
    with bent fingers
    And the other hand
    Feebly tapping
    Dark tinted closed
    Car window
    Begging for coins.

    From the back seat,
    The fiery pedigree dog
    Furiously barked and
    lunged at the closed window
    Trying to devour
    Our Future,
    that was
    Begging the Present
    For her Today
    And Tomorrow.

    Nichiro


    Sounds of silence

    O "Silence" ,
    Your alphabet
    Has only
    one consonant,
    Which has many sounds.


    The sound of silence
    In a childless home
    Is different from
    A child sleeping
    In a mother's lap.

    The sound of silence
    In a graveyard
    Is different from
    Empty labour room
    In a hospital.

    The sound of silence
    Heard by a mute child
    Is different from
    The silence locked
    In a teacher's stick.

    The sound of silence
    Just before the storm
    Is different from
    The deathly silence
    That prevails after the storm.

    O "Silence ,
    Your alphabet
    Has only
    one consonant,
    Which has many
    Sounds."

    Nichiro


    part II


    SILENCE!!!


    Shhhhhh !!
    Let me be.
    I am
    opening wounds
    On my hurt soul
    And
    With the
    droplets of
    Pain that
    Oozes out,
    I am painting
    My poetry.

    Nichiro


    GOD'S ABODE

    God said'
    "Only Naked people
    can enter Heavens.
    So remove all you are
    covered up with, then
    The doors of
    Heaven
    will open up for you.
    Those of you
    Who cannot ,
    Will form another line
    over there."
    He pointed to a small gate.

    Soon the endless line
    Of hopeful pious souls
    Stood stark naked.

    After some time,
    Leaving a heap
    of covers
    I went and stood
    At the small gate.

    "Why are you at this gate?"
    God asked
    "O my Lord"
    I bowed and said,
    " I tried removing my covers
    one after the other,
    The covers which I had used
    To cloth my true self.
    At the end of it all,
    I saw an animal
    Underneath.
    So I came to this gate.

    Come in My son"
    God opened the small gate
    "welcome to my home
    You will stay with me"

    And what about others?
    I asked,
    "They Go to Heaven"
    He smiled.

    Nichiro



    BLINDNESS


    I spent my time
    Looking for mountains
    When God had left
    Opportunities in
    Small pebbles.

    I spent my time
    Looking for torrents
    For my parched throat
    When God had stored
    Water in clouds.

    I spent my time
    Looking for blessings
    In abodes of worship
    When God had put them
    In Thankful eyes of
    Suffering and needy.

    I spent my time
    Looking for time
    In watches and clocks
    when God had spread it
    All around me for ever.

    Nichiro


    HAND IN HAND

    I trudge on an
    Endless unknown path.
    Many a soul I meet
    But who
    Shall walk till the end?
    Though weary,
    The task
    I must complete.
    Will you walk
    Hand in Hand along?
    Afraid as I am
    That you may go
    Your way,
    Yet I crave
    Your nearness.
    Will you walk
    To the life's end?
    Hand in hand?

    Nichiro


    RATIONAL STORY


    "God", said my grandpa,
    Was made of Truth,
    And Goodness.
    He was all powerful.
    He had endless form.
    Un surpassed beauty.
    He was always with people
    As their Friend and Guide.
    With people's Love,
    He grew and remained Almighty.
    But he always had
    To depend upon
    People's Faith
    People's Goodness
    And their Truth,
    To be that way.

    "Then why can't we
    See Him now?" I asked.

    "Because," said Grandpa,
    "Now God is
    An ethereal form
    As collective goodness
    Faith and Truth
    Which people possessed,
    Have vanished .
    They can't see Him

    Now they have established
    A new faith.
    A product of Unseeing eyes,
    Unfeeling heart,
    Unbelieving mind,
    And an absent conscience.

    In that they believe,
    They call it
    "ATHEISM"


    Nichiroojii


    The Mountain


    The old woman said
    Goddess of Fate
    wrote your future
    On your forehead
    On the sixth day after
    You were born.
    As is written,
    You will climb and cross
    Just one mountain
    To reach bliss
    And salvation that you seek.

    "But O revered one,
    "Through the time
    Of life that I have lived
    I have undertaken
    This arduous climb
    Which never seems to end.
    This frightening mountain
    Seems to grow more and more
    With every step I climb.

    When will this climb
    And my pains end?
    When will I cross the mountain?"
    What is the name
    Of this mountain?
    I asked with tired voice,

    'It is up to you my son,
    when to end
    Your climb and cross over.
    "Spoke the old woman
    You are climbing a mountain
    Which is called Karma.

    Nichiroojii

    Raam Raahave Namah:

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    Good ones there...Nichiro. Plz keep it goin
    Liberty is my religion. Liberty of hand and brain -- of thought and labor. Liberty is the blossom and fruit of justice -- the perfume of mercy. Liberty is the seed and soil, the air and light, the dew and rain of progress, love and joy.

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    Your Memories

    I am wandering through
    The corridors of time
    Clutching the hand
    Of yesterday,
    Lest I miss
    The count of every moment
    I spent with you.

    I could hear that
    Silent whisper
    When you were in my arms
    And spoke with
    your closed eyes
    And Pounding heart
    That you were mine.

    Now I am sifting the sands
    Of your memories
    Searching for moments
    When I did not think of you
    So that I can atone for
    Those times
    By burning my soul.



    Nichiroojii
    Raam Raahave Namah:

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    Beautiful!
    Eager to watch the trends of the world & to nurture in the youth who carry the future world on their shoulders a right sense of values.

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    amazingly beautiful
    Anbe Sivam

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    PP Madam & Crazy,

    Thanks for your kind appreciation.
    I, According to my horoscope , have entered a phase of " Unknown" which I am enjoying .
    This phase seems to bring torrent of poetic thoughts whch I immediately key down (now no more pen and paper).
    Keep encouraging me friends and also criticize whenever you feel you need to.

    Nichiroojii
    Raam Raahave Namah:

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    Inner Universe

    Vortex of time playing
    Its banshee wail of
    crying of dyeing moments ,
    Is a witness to
    The ravage that my mind
    Has gone through
    With the unending births of
    Grotesque mutant thoughts.

    The inner space that melts
    Into inky nothingness
    seems to devour reasons
    Of my being and my soul
    Which trembles
    With every moment
    That dies untimely death.

    Could this vortes
    That harbours all the reasons,
    All the questions and
    All the answers
    Give itself rest and Let
    The cosmic spring Sprout
    The seed of new universe?

    Nichiroojii
    Raam Raahave Namah:

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    Quote Originally Posted by Nichiro
    PP Madam & Crazy,

    Thanks for your kind appreciation.
    I, According to my horoscope , have entered a phase of " Unknown".......
    Keep encouraging me friends and also criticize whenever you feel you need to.

    Nichiroojii
    Have I not appreciated u Just scroll down and c who is first to reply!
    Liberty is my religion. Liberty of hand and brain -- of thought and labor. Liberty is the blossom and fruit of justice -- the perfume of mercy. Liberty is the seed and soil, the air and light, the dew and rain of progress, love and joy.

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