Shocked by innocence, truth, and betrayal... memories of an innocent kid will haunt our nation. It is one of the greatest tragedies of modern India.. his own values betrayed him... we all failed to protect it.. sharing the grief of the families of all victims....
@sashu.. Choreographed words cannot convey the intense pain generated by death and violence... But Cries are true... Thank you for reading... take care MIP
Let me clarify that first part of the comment.."It should be I thought' part...
I shouldn't have said that as a comment..I was clarifying myself, with it...but then being a bit too fast with things these days, failed to give it a second thought...
Its your right to play with the words you choose, and the order therein...please treat it just as an observaton..a novice's observation..
so very touching.. it speaks of our time and place with the poignancy, confronting us with the world that remains, is after all.. an era of collisions and eroding values.
Even the pictoral depiction of the mishap was so daunting that i dint dare to watch it on the TV. Neither has anything remotely associated to conveying the pain anyway... Only the words howl.. Only the cries haunt...
@devika it should be "cries and words"...definitely. But actually as far as this post is concerned I posted it as "man out of the painting"..Thats why it was not so pleasant.. I don't like to blog "the real" here in this space..i am having my daily share of reality more than enough..Still I couldn't forget the real tragedy behind this post.. I will change the title in my next update... A creation is always open to change.. Is there anything completely "mine" Then the theme of this blog itself is invalid.. Man in Painting is an open space.. an invitation, and a possibility.. thank you... take care.. MIP
@ani I always protect me from exposure to violence..But it is there.in and out of me.. it is like keeping a viper inside my pocket and talking about eternal peace... thank you for reading.. MIP
Ashen.. me too.. first I decided not to blog for days..Can silence heal the wounds?Then I chased my own thoughts.The mental space that we keep because of our formal education saves us.."related" and "not related" are because of our education..After cleaning everything and when I looked at the incident without any history or theory or without using lens.. it just horrified me.. "what have we made of ourselves"... words just failed.. and i resorted to the good old way of plain crying... MIP
@salil so true.. i will remember it.. silence is the absence of sounds and thoughts.. One day we may forget everything.. Thank you for sharing my grief.. take care MIP
Good writing as usual...it could mean anything...any feep grief or shock...the current crisis we're in - I feel just as helpless as you sound in your poem. Hope is totally dying out.
MIP, Straight from the gut and heart, my head spins when i hear the stories of the bombing too.. keep writing these poems to remind us that humanity exists, even though it doesnt scream like the way violence does.. btw updated my fiction blog..let me know what you think
@arunima "fan" concept is not democratic..we don't use it in the blog world.. we are all spending our class break in the afternoon.. happy you liked this space... open play ground.. wishes.. always welcome MIP
@fantasies... Cries are real,till they become words.. sounds when domesticted become words and sniff their "meaningful" deaths.. But at times they remember who they really are like the sniffdogs remembering their ancestry... thank you for reading... MIP
Interesting....(sorry am not aware of the context of this post) thanks for visiting and your comment...like you blog too...
btw..you visited shorts the blog that i update once a month...if you want to have a hearty laugh...do visit reflections...which is a regular update....cya around and hope to interact more :)
Uh M at looss of wrds this time dumbstuck, amazed... all i can say is... i loved this one the most out of all tht i have read here till now... lookin fed to more :)
@devika hmm.. then some other door will open.. i will go back to me speaking to me... or write in postcards and post it to all the friends.. or will print my notapoems in my T- shirt and stand in the middle of a busy street... There are a million more ways.. lol MIP
This is a lovely page that has some nice poems (contrary to your labels)and lovely cartoons...Thanks for coming by and am sure to get back to yours again....
@solitaire nothing personel yet everything has a personal dimension... betrayal.. because the system failed to protect the victims of terror... we all together make the system thanks MIP
I lost you a little on the second stanza but then read your comment and it all fitted in. Sorry saw this one a little late. Too tied up with just living :)
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Shocked by innocence,
truth,
and betrayal...
memories of an innocent kid will haunt our nation.
It is one of the greatest tragedies of modern India..
his own values betrayed him...
we all failed to protect it..
sharing the grief of the families of all victims....
indeed so true... n what a way to put the feelings f torment, into stark poetry!!
n as de label rightly says , itz not a poem, its much above all that...the call, for restoration f humanity...
Damn true...
Would that the howl reached the ears of the Nero's !
Beautifully crafted in pain.
Very true indeed... this is going to haunt the conscience of the Country, and give rise to,hopefully, a way back to humanity ... hopefully...
stories of betrayal are all over. most of the cries die unheard of!! sad is the plight!!
take care!!
;-))
I got goosebumps
Darn you!
Sigh....
Quite true...... bad times are indelible, the stay with you for ever.......
some cries go unheard..
Keshi.
@sashu..
Choreographed words cannot convey the intense pain generated by death and violence...
But Cries are true...
Thank you for reading...
take care
MIP
@priya
Thank you
@mampi
It will never reach them...
Take care..
@ushaji
Yes,such stories are going to haunt us all....But will we ever correct our basic mistakes?
Thanks
MIP
@satish
Words always forget history..because we created them..we too will forget these stories.. and will repeat it..
take care
MIP
@macedamia
:)
take care
@rajesh
some memories should remain..
thank u
take care..
MIP
@keshi
most of the time..
take care..
MIP
CRIES and WORDS...it should be, I thought. thats the order in your poem too...
because cries, unheard cries, become words...to haunt us as the sniff dogs...
how can i love this poem..its too touchy..well said MIP!
getting back at mine by evening..
devika
Hi MIP!
Let me clarify that first part of the comment.."It should be I thought' part...
I shouldn't have said that as a comment..I was clarifying myself, with it...but then being a bit too fast with things these days, failed to give it a second thought...
Its your right to play with the words you choose, and the order therein...please treat it just as an observaton..a novice's observation..
thank you for that!
see you soon, at mine
devika
betryal.. cries.. sadness.. innocent.. death..
thats what the world has come to isnt it.. not many are actually bothered.. nor do they hear the plea.. life is such
so very touching.. it speaks of our time and place with the poignancy, confronting us with the world that remains, is after all.. an era of collisions and eroding values.
Even the pictoral depiction of the mishap was so daunting that i dint dare to watch it on the TV. Neither has anything remotely associated to conveying the pain anyway...
Only the words howl.. Only the cries haunt...
Torn,
Ashen
MIP,
OOOOOOO..... (I am howling with you)!
"Silence is the true friend that never betrays.” - Confucious
Cheers,
Salil
@devika
it should be "cries and words"...definitely.
But actually as far as this post is concerned I posted it as "man out of the painting"..Thats why it was not so pleasant..
I don't like to blog "the real" here in this space..i am having my daily share of reality more than enough..Still I couldn't forget the real tragedy behind this post..
I will change the title in my next update...
A creation is always open to change..
Is there anything completely "mine"
Then the theme of this blog itself is invalid..
Man in Painting is an open space..
an invitation, and a possibility..
thank you...
take care..
MIP
@ani
I always protect me from exposure to violence..But it is there.in and out of me..
it is like keeping a viper inside my pocket and talking about eternal peace...
thank you for reading..
MIP
@aria
yes...it is..
We have created this world.Our education created us..and we continue the habits..will we be ever able to help ourselves out?
Ashen..
me too..
first I decided not to blog for days..Can silence heal the wounds?Then I chased my own thoughts.The mental space that we keep because of our formal education saves us.."related" and "not related" are because of our education..After cleaning everything and when I looked at the incident without any history or theory or without using lens.. it just horrified me..
"what have we made of ourselves"...
words just failed..
and i resorted to the good old way of plain crying...
MIP
@salil
so true..
i will remember it..
silence is the absence of sounds and thoughts..
One day we may forget everything..
Thank you for sharing my grief..
take care
MIP
That is magnanimity MIP..
Poets and writers seldom are..
A blog as you say is a possibility and open space...only few realise that...
Thanks anyway, and on the correction -- I feel honoured, and obliged simultaneously...
thank you!
see you seeing the world more...
devika
Good writing as usual...it could mean anything...any feep grief or shock...the current crisis we're in - I feel just as helpless as you sound in your poem. Hope is totally dying out.
i hv jst 1 word for this poem
"awesome"
MIP,
Straight from the gut and heart, my head spins when i hear the stories of the bombing too.. keep writing these poems to remind us that humanity exists, even though it doesnt scream like the way violence does.. btw updated my fiction blog..let me know what you think
brutal truth..
he did what he was taught to do...helping others..
he had to pay for it...
ur correct..we failed to protect him..
We Failed Him
@devika
blogging is the most innovative way to practice democracy...
take care
MIP
@akshaya
yes...
it is shocking..
unless we change our ways...
take care..
MIP
@arunima
Thank you..
@anu
yes...
how far can we conceal our own violent inner nature?it will come out and show itself in multitude..
sure..i will..
take care
MIP
@shruthi
true..
Democracy is a sort of practice of having faith in each other...
We failed to protect that kid..
take care
thank you for sharing..
MIP
Thought provoking poem! do not words create there own false history and there own reality?
Saw ur blog today, I like evry element of it. i hv just 4 words 2 say--
"I am your fan"
Aah...instincts...emotions...small picture, they reign us today, instead of the converse...
Nice observation,
:)
How true , The worst part is we are so helpless that we have grown used to the heart wrenching cries , & its not heart wrenching anymore !!!
We really need to restore humanity , if we want humans to exist through a few more centuries!!. . .
Its such a tragic and well written poem ! . . .
@art and poetry
yes...
that is true..may be "words remember their own past" or words remember their own childhood " is more true...
thank you..
MIP
@arunima
"fan" concept is not democratic..we don't use it in the blog world..
we are all spending our class break in the afternoon..
happy you liked this space...
open play ground..
wishes..
always welcome
MIP
@ayushi...
true..
beyond all emotion pain rules...
thank you for reading..
MIP
@fantasies...
Cries are real,till they become words..
sounds when domesticted become words and sniff their "meaningful" deaths..
But at times they remember who they really are like the sniffdogs remembering their ancestry...
thank you for reading...
MIP
Interesting....(sorry am not aware of the context of this post) thanks for visiting and your comment...like you blog too...
btw..you visited shorts the blog that i update once a month...if you want to have a hearty laugh...do visit reflections...which is a regular update....cya around and hope to interact more :)
By context I meant...is it based on some real event?
Uh
M at looss of wrds this time
dumbstuck, amazed... all i can say is... i loved this one the most out of all tht i have read here till now... lookin fed to more :)
stark yet a good attempt...
Haunting lines!
@ceedy
market place bomb blast...
it was in all newspapers..
thank you for reading..
take care..
MIP
@me mini
for me...this was the most painful too..all the other posts are just fun..but this one was painful..
@d gypsy
thank you...
@sameera
for me too...
I love how you ended this!
Hi MIP:
On practicing democracy via blogging -- I do agree. That's why I too am...
But I heard they are planning to regulate bloggers..In Europe the process is on...
Certain Kind of Woman waits for you :-)
betrayal.. is one sick thing..
Lik always ,..u made me think !
@andrew
Thank you...
happy u liked it...
@devika
hmm..
then some other door will open..
i will go back to me speaking to me...
or write in postcards and post it to all the friends..
or will print my notapoems in my T- shirt and stand in the middle of a busy street...
There are a million more ways..
lol
MIP
@debu..
yes..it is...
happy you burned some neurons for some beautiful mind which is no more...
Thank you
MIP
powerful and poignant words in the fae of the ragedy that befell you...
@polona
thank you for reading...
MIP
m speechless... so very true.. a naked truth has been portrayed by u in a very strong way. it hits us straight away n made us to think
preetilatha
thank you for reading...
MIP
Hi MIP!
(In reply to your previous response)
Yeah there are many ways, the good old ones including, to practice democracy...
& Then with your notapoems on your T shirts I will be able to place you in person...:-)
see more of you in your notapoems, cartoons...
devika
This is a lovely page that has some nice poems (contrary to your labels)and lovely cartoons...Thanks for coming by and am sure to get back to yours again....
Betrayal? :(
I dont know which line I like the best in this...but then, that is the mark of a good work isnt it? One where each word is beautiful in itself....
@amalendu
thanks a lot for the visit...
happy you liked my page...
welcome always..
MIP
@solitaire
nothing personel
yet everything has a personal dimension...
betrayal.. because the system failed to protect the victims of terror...
we all together make the system
thanks
MIP
@vrinda
thank you..
NIce !
dude it is just an awesome post!! you have a way with words..keep posting :)
Wow MIP! No words for this one....so true! No wonder you are the keyboard sculpturer. Very apt :)
P.S. Blog updated
@cindrella
Thank you for reading.
Nefarious
your post on "fear" was awesome ..
thank you for reading..
take care
MIP
@tara
thank you...
I lost you a little on the second stanza but then read your comment and it all fitted in. Sorry saw this one a little late. Too tied up with just living :)
Man oh Man where do u get teh words from.Always less is more for you.Great....
Hi MIP!
man in the painting or out?
Socio-Political blog updated.
devika
@roopa
thank you..
be happy in just living..
:)
@Chaggaholic
Thanks a lot...
That was really an inspirational comment
thanks buddy..
take care..
MIP
Words remember their history... gave me the chills! There is so much under the surface; the expression in words too... go way beyond!
Great write!
dark indeed. "take it or leave it, its the truth, packaging is not in the options"
well written dude!
nice imagery...
very well writ...you have the art of the succinct.
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