Innocent Anarchist by Ashok aatreya (e book reader txt) 📕
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A poem of Protest
Ashok Aatreya’s “Innocent Anarchist”, is a poem of ‘protest from all fronts, revivifying the vedic motifs, detracting Pauranic Akhyans, questioning the judgment of the Dharmashtras and finally the long prevailing chaturyoga’s domination of the imperialistic rule of exploitation of the large section of people and suppression of the uprising mass protest.
Very much belonging to the traditional super-fluent sect of Tantra family Ashok remained a protester since birth. He has moved from one city to another like a nomad never settling anywhere throughout his career and did not cherish any tradition family value & virtue.
“From the day the golden egg came into existence to this day I have seen the wheel moving singing a song Charaiveti-Charaiveti..../for the edification of the masses in that relentless ethical war in meaningless struggle/as the duty bound postman delivers letters/as wounded soldier embraces the motherland when falls/… ‘‘Sorry- I was not a crusader...”.
Ashok is a maverick traveler hoping of a feel good factor but the situation is tragic-‘‘From the point of no return/this is the only spirited moment of a maverick traveler/When the entire crowd is busy with politicians and scrubbers of Democracy/when the scriptures and constitution are used as toilet papers/…..the feel good factor becomes a pittance of a poor man.’’….A proxy of the people/ even a traitorous activity/The vanguard losing faith of people/
The poet in Ashok’s long poems intimately feels this transformation in real sense as he writes-‘‘The brass colored beauty nothing to cover on bare bosoms / But a single flower of Mahua pinned/…They come with tags of Ernesto Che and Mao on their hearts”….and so on so forth, ultimately facing the stalk reality when he concludes his poem-‘‘Oh my mother, my son my daughter my wife my comrade/ Why you all were not aware of all this/Still singing songs in admiration/Perhaps you still waiting for the judgment day/Still believing in the stories of fish incarnation/Still assured that lord Shiva would appear again to kill Andhak to bring peace on earth/The Ganges would free sons of Sagar from the curse/’’.
Ashok Aatreya’s “Innocent Anarchist”, is a poem of ‘protest from all fronts, revivifying the vedic motifs, detracting Pauranic Akhyans, questioning the judgment of the Dharmashtras and finally the long prevailing chaturyoga’s domination of the imperialistic rule of exploitation of the large section of people and suppression of the uprising mass protest.
Very much belonging to the traditional super-fluent sect of Tantra family Ashok remained a protester since birth. He has moved from one city to another like a nomad never settling anywhere throughout his career and did not cherish any tradition family value & virtue.
“From the day the golden egg came into existence to this day I have seen the wheel moving singing a song Charaiveti-Charaiveti..../for the edification of the masses in that relentless ethical war in meaningless struggle/as the duty bound postman delivers letters/as wounded soldier embraces the motherland when falls/… ‘‘Sorry- I was not a crusader...”.
Ashok is a maverick traveler hoping of a feel good factor but the situation is tragic-‘‘From the point of no return/this is the only spirited moment of a maverick traveler/When the entire crowd is busy with politicians and scrubbers of Democracy/when the scriptures and constitution are used as toilet papers/…..the feel good factor becomes a pittance of a poor man.’’….A proxy of the people/ even a traitorous activity/The vanguard losing faith of people/
The poet in Ashok’s long poems intimately feels this transformation in real sense as he writes-‘‘The brass colored beauty nothing to cover on bare bosoms / But a single flower of Mahua pinned/…They come with tags of Ernesto Che and Mao on their hearts”….and so on so forth, ultimately facing the stalk reality when he concludes his poem-‘‘Oh my mother, my son my daughter my wife my comrade/ Why you all were not aware of all this/Still singing songs in admiration/Perhaps you still waiting for the judgment day/Still believing in the stories of fish incarnation/Still assured that lord Shiva would appear again to kill Andhak to bring peace on earth/The Ganges would free sons of Sagar from the curse/’’.
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would resolve ‘’outstanding issues’’
And like that talks… talks and talks work… work and no work
Become a process of conciliations not conclusions
From time immortal these round table tricks help in reaching no solution
Only nausea tic notions futile fracas boring boomerangs
Only sugar coated or foul- mouthed words register as chartered language
And then definitely we feel ourselves free forced to fuck the constitution judiciary
Parliament Executive Press and are declared in one word…Terrorists
My dear friend world is not that simple and good as it looks in globe
Or so beautiful from space
Things and situations are really formidable
The water is gone very deep and disappeared
The sky is wounded
The air polluted
The sun the source of all energy is sick like an old man
And we too busy in conferencing theorizing and other ‘Herculean’ tasks
Unfortunately we are not living on land but on map
Unfortunately what we call ‘it’ as constitution is but a simple scrap-book
Unfortunately what we oath as preamble is nothing but a cry of a corpse
Unfortunately what we speak or hear as our fundamental right is a cacophony
Unfortunately what we eat drink smell touch is an attempt of suicide or honor killing
Unfortunately we say we live but we exist only
We know our prayers and poems all cornered
No bliss no safety no assurance no faith no appeal no commitment no wonder
The gods’ one to all left the place or gone far away defeated or forgotten
The Rudra without herds the Lokpal without kings and knights
The Skand and Visakh without Commanders and chiefs
The Vishnu the Vasu the Indra without gods and goddesses
The Ganpati the Vishwakararma without leaders and architects of the Universe
And the deities representing all were slaughtered and raped by the swords of fanatics
You know it I know it we all know it that
Our hills have been sleeping like ‘Kumbhakarna’
Our forests encroached and looted by men and not by Demons
Our lands becoming future burial grounds of humanity
The fire extinguished
The earth becoming odorless
The water the hapless victim of exploitation
The sun inglorious the air scuffling light gods screwed-up looked real ogre
Crusading wars against ‘their’ people
And in this chaos
No place to live or to die peacefully
Oh my mother my son my daughter my wife my comrade
Why you all were not aware of all this
Still singing songs in admiration
Perhaps you still wait for the judgment day
Still believing in the stories of the fish-incarnation
Still assured that the lord Shiva would appear again to kill Andhak
To bring peace on earth
The Ganges would free sons of Sagar from the curse
The Bhagirath would come forward to take the lead
And life would revive and retreat
So like all human creatures you believe in truth
And say the truth is beyond and beyond
And cannot be achieved in one stroke
It is beyond the limbs of body and mind
Are you not innocently anarchists…?
Adoring eternal Vedas Bible or Koran
Proudly singing ‘JAN GAN MAN
After all
For whom?
WHO RUIN YOU !!
Sorry my dear sorry…!!!
The End
Imprint
And like that talks… talks and talks work… work and no work
Become a process of conciliations not conclusions
From time immortal these round table tricks help in reaching no solution
Only nausea tic notions futile fracas boring boomerangs
Only sugar coated or foul- mouthed words register as chartered language
And then definitely we feel ourselves free forced to fuck the constitution judiciary
Parliament Executive Press and are declared in one word…Terrorists
My dear friend world is not that simple and good as it looks in globe
Or so beautiful from space
Things and situations are really formidable
The water is gone very deep and disappeared
The sky is wounded
The air polluted
The sun the source of all energy is sick like an old man
And we too busy in conferencing theorizing and other ‘Herculean’ tasks
Unfortunately we are not living on land but on map
Unfortunately what we call ‘it’ as constitution is but a simple scrap-book
Unfortunately what we oath as preamble is nothing but a cry of a corpse
Unfortunately what we speak or hear as our fundamental right is a cacophony
Unfortunately what we eat drink smell touch is an attempt of suicide or honor killing
Unfortunately we say we live but we exist only
We know our prayers and poems all cornered
No bliss no safety no assurance no faith no appeal no commitment no wonder
The gods’ one to all left the place or gone far away defeated or forgotten
The Rudra without herds the Lokpal without kings and knights
The Skand and Visakh without Commanders and chiefs
The Vishnu the Vasu the Indra without gods and goddesses
The Ganpati the Vishwakararma without leaders and architects of the Universe
And the deities representing all were slaughtered and raped by the swords of fanatics
You know it I know it we all know it that
Our hills have been sleeping like ‘Kumbhakarna’
Our forests encroached and looted by men and not by Demons
Our lands becoming future burial grounds of humanity
The fire extinguished
The earth becoming odorless
The water the hapless victim of exploitation
The sun inglorious the air scuffling light gods screwed-up looked real ogre
Crusading wars against ‘their’ people
And in this chaos
No place to live or to die peacefully
Oh my mother my son my daughter my wife my comrade
Why you all were not aware of all this
Still singing songs in admiration
Perhaps you still wait for the judgment day
Still believing in the stories of the fish-incarnation
Still assured that the lord Shiva would appear again to kill Andhak
To bring peace on earth
The Ganges would free sons of Sagar from the curse
The Bhagirath would come forward to take the lead
And life would revive and retreat
So like all human creatures you believe in truth
And say the truth is beyond and beyond
And cannot be achieved in one stroke
It is beyond the limbs of body and mind
Are you not innocently anarchists…?
Adoring eternal Vedas Bible or Koran
Proudly singing ‘JAN GAN MAN
After all
For whom?
WHO RUIN YOU !!
Sorry my dear sorry…!!!
The End
Imprint
Text: "Copyright reserved with writer"
Publication Date: 08-05-2010
All Rights Reserved
Dedication:
"In memory of my Mother"
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