tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922824112122347172024-03-12T17:44:48.951-07:00MY FREEDOM MY REVOLUTIONanybody who feels the need for freedom or sick and tired of the dos and donts of this SOCEITY plz check it out.I'll be writing poems, articles and essays on various social and political issues if you feel the need to plz check it out.I would be happy to receive your criticisms and please feel free to post in your comments.siddarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08318955279253414407noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892282411212234717.post-53238052291529663552009-06-05T05:12:00.000-07:002009-06-05T05:15:41.468-07:00lies IImy white coloured lie<br />hiding from my black coloured truth<br /><br />black and white submerged<br />standing right in front of me<br /><br />a bit of ying<br />a bit of yang<br /><br />here I stand,<br />colourless,motionless,yingless and yanglesssiddarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08318955279253414407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892282411212234717.post-34020205182466911422009-05-22T06:49:00.000-07:002009-05-22T07:21:23.048-07:00surrealistically realistic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfXrVnUsWzCAYDVs5iGNJgWsdYzwrpkYwPndkQwHdP2D1fOmwbOdoNFVfTDww4iSbDm31Iv1jZvEXPDsJo3T8eXyZwCA5V0VBZJoB143kx1P7ksyj4JSAktGURlA8z5ZJRxrUc-V-Fl09-/s1600-h/Salvador+Dali+Le+Sommeil+-+Sleep+-+Fine+Art+Surrealist+Painting+Large+Mousepad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338652650020856082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfXrVnUsWzCAYDVs5iGNJgWsdYzwrpkYwPndkQwHdP2D1fOmwbOdoNFVfTDww4iSbDm31Iv1jZvEXPDsJo3T8eXyZwCA5V0VBZJoB143kx1P7ksyj4JSAktGURlA8z5ZJRxrUc-V-Fl09-/s200/Salvador+Dali+Le+Sommeil+-+Sleep+-+Fine+Art+Surrealist+Painting+Large+Mousepad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>a dream land far far away</div><div>a utopia,just two blocks away</div><div>bourgeoisie drinking whiskey on the rocks</div><div>and the capitalists drinking vodka</div><div>for a change....would'nt that be a sight</div><div>like some 'black holes' waiting to be 'big banged'</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>a light leading the wrong way</div><div>time not running away but fading</div><div>trees melting,</div><div>got to stop global warming</div><div>nuclear weapons freezing,</div><div>sorry..please continue the global warming</div><div>(without it you will not have power)</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>a coloniser in a post-colonial land</div><div>a rapist in a brothel</div><div>a woman in the land of eunuchs</div><div>a faceless person</div><div>in front of the mirror</div><div>'guys' chewing grass</div><div>in the land of 'guys' dancing to some hip-hop melody</div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>saying this I remove my mask</div><br /><div>revealing my faceless face</div><div>to the man standing in the mirror....<br /></div><div>(painting by a surrealist painter Salvador Dali Le Sommeil)</div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div>siddarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08318955279253414407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892282411212234717.post-27616852559707561142009-05-16T02:33:00.000-07:002009-05-23T06:35:23.842-07:00a romantically unromantic poem<em>"I wandered lonely as a cloud"</em><br />I was left all alone in solitude<br />when I realised the <em>"cloud"</em> was a mushroom <em>"cloud".</em><br />The <em>"skylark"</em> flying above my <em>"cloud"</em><br />droping bombs, blasting aloud.<br />Resembling an automatic firing weapon<br />are the songs of the <em>"nightingale"</em><br />not as sweet as it used to be.<br /><br />The <em>"west wind"</em> blowing from the American shores<br />a <em>"destroyer and preserver"</em><br /><em>"destroyer"</em> of mankind <em>"preserver"</em> of power.<br />Winter goes, spring comes<br />new weather, new flowers blossoming<br />and celebrating the coming of new life<br />like celebrating the coming of a different coloured President<br />truely a <em>"destroyer and preserver"</em><br /><br />a whole universe in a grain of rice<br />a whole natural world in a proton of an atom bomb<br />a whole Hiroshima on a drop of due<br />creation and destruction-a myth renewed<br />truely I wander <em>"lonely as a cloud"</em>siddarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08318955279253414407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892282411212234717.post-45114447430022017532009-05-16T02:08:00.000-07:002009-06-05T05:16:50.113-07:00LIES Ishe lies by my side in bed<br />yet she lies to me<br /><br />she makes love to me while she lies<br />she hides her face with her hair<br />yet she lies by my side<br /><br />she talks to me,<br />she touches me<br />filling me with fear inside<br />and anxiety outside<br /><br />she declassifies her classified lies<br />reaching for the forbidden fruit,<br />still by my side, she lies<br /><br />I removed gently<br />the hair covering her face<br />for the first time, saw her eyes<br />her dark iris full of lies<br /><br />I saw her face<br />turned red, blue and then yellow<br />appearing as a mirror<br />showing my own reflection<br />and yet she liessiddarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08318955279253414407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892282411212234717.post-58344736323533157582009-04-27T22:24:00.000-07:002009-05-09T08:49:54.296-07:00different but also the same<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6fOkNFLTgjoPORaF-20h-Vl5BS8ZGcLcvSeujndeTTwJD4MEUNWmRmv94FZLS4Bnhw2ZMQZzceJVxd9ZXSLEYfb9IZSxtgXuKT0dtFDvpOMf6pjpEHcS5_3V0prkYkOEm2gyk2UeqmCNI/s1600-h/Salvador+Dali+Le+Sommeil+-+Sleep+-+Fine+Art+Surrealist+Painting+Large+Mousepad.jpg"></a> distinguishing myself from stones<br />that are neatly cut<br />and plastered on your walls<br />immobility imprisoned<br />by a three piece suit of white wash<br /><br />chiselled and beautiful, I am<br />yet breathless<br />although an example<br />of patience<br />standing, still-silent<br />singing while breving<br />weather-scroched<br />yet standing still and patientlysiddarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08318955279253414407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892282411212234717.post-7752288816127238972009-04-27T22:03:00.000-07:002009-04-28T02:12:08.513-07:00MY INDEPENDENT COUNTRY(or is it?)a whiskey bottle in my right<br />a malboro cigarette in my left<br />wandering how it feels to be alive<br />feeling the chain of constraint<br />letting my marginalised voice to be heard<br />screaming my heart out almost bursting my lungs<br />trying to smile like Leo's <strong><em>Monalisa</em></strong><br />or trying to scream like Edvard's <strong><em>Scream</em></strong><br />even tried to make myself a Picasso's cube<br />but my identity, branded, and up for sale<br />in a nearby shopping mall in this capitalistic hell<br />my forehead bore the brand Indian<br /><br />John Lennon told us to "Imagine" a world with no possession<br />Bob Dylan, told the world about "the times they are a-changing"<br />Bob Marley told us to "stand up for your right"<br />since singers are the common man's poets<br />I listened to them,<br />reconstructing and deconstructing myself<br />and my capitalistic hell<br />my base and suprestructure,<br />swinging to and fro<br />conquered half the world like Genghis Khan<br />left those kingdoms like The Buddha<br />still my marginalised voice not yet heard<br /><br />I am an Indian, a freedom fighter,<br />the man who shot Gandhi,a Jihadi...and god knows what<br />drinking my last peg of whiskey<br />smoking my last puff of cigarette<br />still trying to reconstruct and deconstruct myself<br />and my capitalistic hell<br />oh!! Nike i just did it...siddarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08318955279253414407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892282411212234717.post-18974435312952518962009-04-27T20:13:00.000-07:002009-04-27T20:50:34.035-07:00a poem on freedomI am a man bound by freedom<br />I am so free that time and time again<br />my freedom constantly binds me<br />am I a slave to my own freedom?<br />sometimes I'm so free I cant even see the sky<br />and I'm so bound that I can run like an arabic horse<br /><br />standing on a platform<br />made by fools for fools<br />am I a fool like them?<br />perhaps yes<br />I've sold myself to my own freedom<br />I am not as cool tempered as I used to be<br />I am not as loving as I used to be<br /><br />Oh! hell!!<br />I have not even sold my soul to the devil<br />as Marlowe's <em><strong>Doctor Faustus </strong></em>did<br />I dont even practice some occult bullshit<br />like Aleister Crowley<br />so that qualifies me to be burnt alive<br />just like you fools burnt Joan of Arc<br />yet there is a void within me<br />seems like I have finally sold my soul<br />not to the devil....but to my own freedom<br />and the price???siddarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08318955279253414407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892282411212234717.post-44647838382199493932009-04-27T03:13:00.000-07:002009-04-27T20:51:45.656-07:00My Little Oxford Dictionarywho said an Oxford dictionary is the best?<br />why cant a cheaper Indian edition replace this Oxford dictionary?<br />why do the teachers recommend the small tender minds of class II<br />to have the Oxford dictionary?<br />is this imperialism in education?<br />are we compromising with the education of our young minds?<br />has colonialism finally hit education?<br />one day i hope to find an answer<br />as an entry<br />in My Little Oxford Dictionary<br />can the sun ever set on the British Empire???siddarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08318955279253414407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892282411212234717.post-76412873759404021482009-04-27T02:56:00.000-07:002009-05-16T07:37:02.312-07:00surrealistically realistic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOnjI_yNksP3afnkCTaBQQXRyikriGMPcX5t-aYELgWHD-ulqynGgwiC2mkMJspmVXG2JMVsyyqEmm_KyPDlVa_ObMHxG_6-Iuc8azSQgzwjOvxX5HLv5G9dHwhOqz_ENK2YCCMF55mOH8/s1600-h/Salvador+Dali+Le+Sommeil+-+Sleep+-+Fine+Art+Surrealist+Painting+Large+Mousepad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333852268570147778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOnjI_yNksP3afnkCTaBQQXRyikriGMPcX5t-aYELgWHD-ulqynGgwiC2mkMJspmVXG2JMVsyyqEmm_KyPDlVa_ObMHxG_6-Iuc8azSQgzwjOvxX5HLv5G9dHwhOqz_ENK2YCCMF55mOH8/s200/Salvador+Dali+Le+Sommeil+-+Sleep+-+Fine+Art+Surrealist+Painting+Large+Mousepad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlr6tDqmRp9JPUimDcA5-9qVAD0GJ-uMa9Lk4vtAyqBva1cX-gtfurotPuhzhWV47s8iyzH1XQBHKOuBrFW7AhuJGbE_fX_WSfH5K4JaNTqxmahSOhZ7QuUrKbagI0x1-IrcZLF6oAZv3Z/s1600-h/redwoodcuttingen6.bmp"></a>a dream land far far away<br />a utopia,just two blocks away<br />bourgeois drinking whiskey on the rocks<br />a the capitalists drinking vodka<br />for a change....<br />would'nt that be a sight<br />like some 'black holes'<br />waiting to be 'big banged'<br /><br />a light leading the wrong way<br />time not running away<br />but fading<br />trees melting,<br />got to stop global warming<br />nuclear weapons freezing,<br />sorry..please continue the global warming<br />(without it you wll not have power)<br /><br />a coloniser in a post-colonial land<br />a rapist in a brothel<br />a woman in the land of eunuchs<br />a faceless person<br />in front of the mirror<br />'guys' chewing grass<br />in the land of 'guys' dancing to some hip-hop melody<br /><br />saying this I remove my mask<br />revealing my faceless face<br />to the man standing in the mirror....</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>(painting by a surrealist painter Salvador Dali Le Sommeil)</div>siddarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08318955279253414407noreply@blogger.com0