The displeasure turns into anger
the anger becomes a hatred
the hatred blooms into terrorism
There is peace
really. you ask
as there is no thing
that much could be seen
with peace and goodwill
as every other place
there is fight and tension
that go with a fusion
with terrorism on the sway
with corruption on to gay
with that of deception all the day
there be peace you say
what sort of peace do you mean ?
ask you bona fide
I do reply in the stride
that there is peace I assure
not found in the political
never found in business
but seen among people
who play it simple
whether there be a fight
it lasts for a day
where there is mirth
it prolongs for months
there I find peace and joy
seamless they are
entwined they look
that be peace and contentment.
the case of satisfaction to the reply
lies on the way you take .
Peace be with you always!
A decade packed with terrorism and violence,
Ten years of fear and turbulence,
Has made the world gape and nervous
Rendering a disaster diabolical and grievous.
Oil rich nations are in turmoil serious
Vying for power and wealth tedious,
The western nations bereft of oil,
Seize the unrest by activating a foil.
The disturbed countries fall a prey,
To the ambit of the western sway,
Giving place to war and death,
Where their own kith lose their breath.
The displeasure found an expensive target,
In the twin tower attack which beget,
Innumerable innocent lives in a wink,
Grazing the tall structures to a blink.
Spearheaded by Osama Bin Laden,
The destruction was an episode that saddened,
Millions and billions all over,
Leaving them defunct moreover.
Obama carried a shoot out in Abbottabad,
Where Osama fell to the gun shots bad,
Came an end to the terrorism of Osama,
Brought out in strict secrecy by Obama.
With that terrorism should get away,
But still there are few ingots in the fray,
Who have to be handled with care,
To eradicate the remains of terrorism in full fare.
A small hope shoots up,
A little desire spurts up.
Will the world be a land of peace?
Can Mankind exist with ease?
Indonesian capital Djakarta was a victim of a bomb blast today. Six people lost their lives. The two high end hotels Ritz and Marriott were targeted. Incidentally these two hotels are owned by the same person.
These two hotels are run with great caution. The security is at its best.How did this happen?The perplexed state of affairs is prevailing.No one is able to decipher what it is all about? What for these two hotels chosen by the attackers? Why did this blast enacted?
It is unbelievable.Ritz was ripped inside out. The pictures look horrible. The suicide bomber has perfectly ccommissioned the blast.
We sit and watch the world perish in miniscules.
We sit and espy the ghastly bloodshed
We sit and perceive the drama of terrorism.
We sit and experience the rational suffering.
We sit and accept the death knell.
We sit and digest the horrendous gravity.
We sit and do nothing to stop them.
We sit and say loudly that it is beyond our capacity.
We sit and put the blame on others.
We sit and deliver nothing to maintain peace and harmony.
We call ourselves Human.
Human means no feeling.,
Am I right?
Mumbai, has once again,come out of shock ,very quickly
Marine Drive , saw many walkers taking a brisk stroll in the morning.
Death is staring at you from one end of the sea.
Life is smiling at you from the other end of the sea.
Fire and smoke emanate from the riotous expedition.
Cheer and hope emulate from the courageous population.
This is the spirit of Mumbai.
Mumbai proclaims that death and life, gloom and hope,hatred and love,hostility and amity,loss and profit,simplicity and ostentation,denial and agreement,gravity and flippancy,danger and security, are occurrences of daily life.
Nothing comes to a halt .
Nothing gets jolted.
Nothing goes astray.
Blasts, clashes, shooting, wreckage ,the most heinous of all crimes, emboldens Mumbai.
Stock market downturn, economy meltdown, business loss,insulates Mumbai.
Mumbaikers face all odds with equanimity,as they are truly business oriented .
Every symptom .good or bad , means business.
Profit is their motto.
No wonder, they rise from each tragic compulsion with added power and extended glory.
Mumbai ,the city which never dies, offers a new dimension to life, an illustrative philosophy. an endearing principle, and a chivalrous approach.
Mumbai ,is most prone to terrorists attacks, bomb blast. There was a seige of explosions and firing , on Wednesday ,26/Nov/2008.
Hotels, Hospitals, were the targets of the offenders.
Mumbai is still burning.
The imperious Taj ,is on fire.
The hostages are mostly foreigners.
The common man ,is at risk, to cross the roads., to go to hospitals, to proceed to the office, to venture out to buy vegetables and grocery.
Children are groping in fear.
The big question in our mind is not ,What will happen tomorrow? ,but what will happen the next minute.
Today, Mumbai has woken up , from its disturbed sleep.
Tomorrow , it will resume its activities.
Can we call it stoicism ? or shall we term it helplessness.?
Life goes on.
“Men may come ,
Men may go,’
Mumbai goes on forever .
Mumbai can be affably addressed as “No boy”- no nonsense boy.