The Heart

The Heart

With endearing words and unfamiliar phrases
A heart is touched, captivated
Admissions of an unusual sort,
First sprinkled; then flowed
of contained sentiment
Through years lost long
A poet’s heart a filmy flower a beaut, So sensitive
Its force that ripples the stagnant lakes of life
Forgive the heart that does not understand
With tender and kinds words then let it strike.
Many a doves and swans hath the poet soothed
Vowed and unvowed, truth be told
Longing to long, loving to love with passions past
Is fallacy to behold
knowing the nows and a life that lasts for the morrow
for a warm hearth at home gives you no sorrow
Quench your parch poet love,
the doors of the past is shackled.
Chimes now rust; hollow, no rhythm.
Heart so tender with art, the filmy flower; be healed
The sadest verse the heart of long lost years will surely feel

Living in Black and White

If you can choose to be what you should be..
if you can turn around and say what's only perfect and right..
If you could do what everyone else accepts
if everything you touch , smell, taste and feel is all that you like and nothing else..
How easy living would be if life itself is only Black and white..

The story of my life

At crossroads then, one too many a time
With lurching heart to tread yonder
pulling at opposites, I stopped to ponder
One too many times again,
A tug, a nudge maybe even
a reluctant push
To achieve a wayward dream
In a distant horizon

At crossroads still, with wider paths
Too many escapes, too many space
A string of pebbles escape in myriad directions
I follow the hollow ones,
I turn back, sigh, heave, pant
Wrong again.
The good ones are all gone
I will wait
The dream waits
A never ending wait

For another crossroad to come by.

Happiness

Happiness

Happiness is in a carefree smile

In rosy health

In a heart off all heavy sighs

In the crystal specks of light in a baby’s eye

In a trusting friend

In truth; a present here, with not one lie

Happiness is in a quiet mind

Meditative and kind

In a stretched hand with a note

To those who ask for it

Happiness is in giving

Happiness is in freshness

Of divine smells ,

 And when no grudge, no strife

In simplicity and a thoughtful word

A brisk walk on a hushed street

At the break of dawn;

Or watching your child sleep

At night, all care abandoned.

Happiness is in colors blue and green

In the sky

and the fruitful earth

In the fluttering of a butterfly wing

In an eagle’s swoop

In a lark’s cry to the silver moon

In the beauty of a garden pruned

Happiness is riding a swing

When your heart lurch

And grow cold still

Up and down,

 Sweeping you off your feet

The feel of dew touching you

As you lie down

To gape at the starry skies

Happiness is in a book:  lost you are in

Weeping for its protagonist

When then you lift you head and laugh

For your mind’s innocence

Hath not it been for those pages

You won’t see life’s sorrows

 

That’s happiness

Japan oh Japan...

My uncle, whom I regard a genius, made a confession this morning. That he heard of something called Unit 731 only yesterday by one of his relatives and that it shamed him to realize that he hadn’t read up about it nor knew about it all this time. Well that made two of us. I was at office in front of my computer when he called and being the pedant I am, while still on the phone, I typed Unit 731 on Google Image search. The first image was too bloody. Too graphic and too horrifying that it looked ‘treated’. The 2^nd image practically threw me off the chair. For reasons best known to humanity I promised myself not to paste it anywhere in my blog. But readers curious enough can check it on their own. The image was of a woman, spread eagled, laid down on her back with her abdomen cut open to show her intestines and a fully grown baby, with its head engaged in her uterus. 

Unit 731 was a part of the Japanese ‘Imperial’ army during World War 2 that functioned as a covert surgical facility that did experiments on live humans. Heard of “animal testing?” I have and I have always applauded ‘The Body Shop” of UK for speaking and acting against animal testing while elevating the cosmetic industry as a conscientious trade.  Forget about animal testing. Will you be man enough to watch true to life footage of human testing done by Unit 731 during world war 2? “The Men behind the Sun” is a movie that documents the atrocities carried out by this unit in explicit detail. The difference between a horror film and this motion picture is that the latter is based on true incidents. In one scene in “The men behind the sun”, a Chinese woman is bound with her arms outstretched. Amidst her cries of pain and terror, the barbarians freeze her arms, thaw them, freeze them again before peeling the skin and flesh off revealing only the bones. All done while the victim was one hundred percent conscious with her full view aimed at what is happening to her arms. 

Why this torture? I read up more.. and found out about someone called Dr. Ken Yuasa. A living culprit of the atrocities carried out in the name of Unit 731. I leave you space to make your own judgment after reading his piece. The man is in his 90s today and had thought of remorse!. Good for him. 

Dr. Ken Yuasa's confession

George W Bush killed the gravity of words like “Weapons of Mass destruction” “Chemical weapons” “Biological weapons” do you remember how he even pronounce “Nuclear”? He can only muster up to say something like “Nukiller!” .. and Iraq became ‘Airak’ because of uncle Sam. So Just do a simple Wikipedia search on Unit 731 and find out the real meaning of ‘Biological weapons’. You will be damned to find out that Unit 731 had actually vivisected (surgery done on living organisms for experimental purposes) humans without any sort of anesthesia to provide Typhoid and dysentery bacillus in order to develop biological weapons.

Talk about ‘Crimes against Humanity’ . Imagine what workload would Amnesty International have had if it still operated during this time?. 

Japan… oh Japan…

Voiceless Angel

Inspired by "Sex and Lucia" - Motion Picture.....

VOICELESS ANGEL, I HEAR YOU
YOU TALK TO ME, I TASTE YOU
YOU NOURISH ME
A COLLAGE OF IMAGES HAUNT ME
A RESOLUTE GAZE
AN INNOCENT FACE
TEARFUL, SPARKLING
AN ABYSS OF PERSEVERANCE
SILENT AND UNYIELDING....

ARE YOU LORENZO'S ELENA?
BURDENED BUT STRONG?
ARE YOU LORENZO'S LUCIA?
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN WRONGED?
ARE YOU LOVED?
THE WAY YOU DO?
ENDLESS AND TRUTHFUL?
OR ARE YOU EVERY WOMAN....

VOICELESS ANGEL
YOUR WHISPERS MAKE ME CRY
YOU MAKE ME WANT TO TRY
TO BECOME YOU
AN AMAZON
QUEEN OF KINGDOM CHASTE
AN HONEST UNWAVERING BLAZE
UNDISCOVERED, UNDISCUSSED
BLOTTED TO THE BACKDROP...

VOICELESS ANGEL
WOULD YOU EVER STOP...