Tuesday 30 May 2017

(POEM) Mission Immortality......not now again becoming.

Mission Immortality......not now again becoming.

invite you
To the Universe
of this ‘Spiritual Giant’
the world has ever known.
If you think,
if ever GOD walked on this earth,
It was He and He alone.
The most silent and simplest
Of all Gods of World
His glory is Great
He is real and the rarest.
A true seeker can find HIM, yet.
Silently and surely
For,  not in any
Doctrines nor in Dogmas,
nor in Scriptures or in Rituals,
he resides.
Yes, but in TRUTH (Dhamma) alone.
He belongs to all,
And all belongs to Him.
He is  with you here and everywhere.
In 623 B.C.
at Kapilavatthu in Lumbini,
a Crown Prince Siddhartha was born
to an aging King.
On a full moon day of May,
To accomplish a task, the wise sage say
Task to lead all living beings
From darkness to light
From unreality to reality
From death to immortality.
Unknown of  this World external,
Twenty Nine years,
He lived in His palace internal.
One day,
On seeing an old, a sick and a dead man,
He resolved to renounce the World Eternal.

He detached Himself from
His Kingdom, His wife, and His son.
All He wished was to overcome the subjugation of time,
Never did He wished to escape the tyranny of time.
So, to fulfill His “MSSION IMMORTALITY”
Mission seeking:
The unborn and the unaging,
The undecaying and the undying,
The unsorrowing and the stainless,
Six years, He engaged in difficult to do.
Traveling from places to places,
Wandering in dark jungles like primeval sages.
‘BUDDHAHOOD’- His Mission and His Goal,
‘NIRVANA’- He wanted from within His soul.
With time,
HIS - Desire, Hatred, Fear and Anger was gone,
Gone with them were,
Jealousy, Revenge, Malice and Slander,
Along with all His Glamour’s,
He resigned from all His Illusions and Greed,
From His Ego and Vanity,
From His Fanaticism, Separation and Pride,
Siddhartha was reborn, He was transformed.
At thirty five,
Beneath a Bodhi Tree,
For the happiness of  many,
For the benefit of humanity,
Siddhartha became Tathagata,
Tathagata! The Buddha.
Tathagata! The Awakened One.
Tathagata! The Enlightened One.
Yes! The Supreme One, The Only One.
Then He beckoned to suffering humanity,
To develop understanding and compassion,
In His first sermon as Saranath,
With the light of Wisdom shining in his heart,
He asked us to adopt the “MIDDLE PATH”.
‘What is middle path?’  one may ask,
Yes! The Noble Eightfold Path,
Path of Right View, of Right Thought;
Of Right Speech and Right Action;
Path of  Right Livelihood and Right Effort;
Of Right Mindfulness and Right Concentration.
Following this “Eightfold Path,” He said,
One can attain,
The state of  bliss,
And of enlightenment,
The state of not again becoming,
The joy of living in the Supreme.
Wish to follow t(HIS) path?
If He could, why can’t you?
For He is a son of a man, like you.
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, followed Him once,
Along with ‘ Mathma’ an independent India was born.
Today, if you take a step forward,
Think a New Star is born in the sky,
Soon it would descent to our Earth,
May BUDDHA return to earth.
“NAMO TASSA BHAGAVATO ARAHATO SAMMA BUDDHASA”

Saturday 27 May 2017

(POEM) LEGEND OF LEGENDS.

LEGEND OF LEGENDS.

Subject… the Gorkhas
Claim… . . . .their lost Identity.
Mission… . . . . .their own homeland.
Code name… … ... .. . .GORKHALAND.
With a dream in his eyes,
A blazing fire in his heart,
A mission in his mind,
And a resolve to strive it till eternity,
Alone, He walked in this land,
Over the highlands and valleys,
In the sun and in rain,
From village to village, he traveled,
Grouping men and women,
Inspiring the young and old.
For a cause, as never thought before,
For a fight, as never fought before.
Recounting the blunders of the past,
Unfolding the pages of history,
Engulfed in mystery,
the fate of the fate less,
helpless and hopeless.
Alone, he walked.
Like an alien in his own sand.
He is the Chosen One,
He is the first voice of freedom.
The selfless call for liberation,
His conviction, a few will question,
His determination, a few will doubt.
He sang the first song of revolution.
Yes, He the clarion call of liberation.
From the ramparts of the famous
Geetanga Dara,
On the 5th of April, 1980,
With a deep thought in his head,
With an unwavering faith he said,
“WE WANT OUR OWN HOMELAND.”
“ LONG LIVE OUR GORKHALAND.”
Those many who believed, followed,
Those few who doubted, retreated,
Remember…. .
This was just not his fight,
This was for our very birth right.
So, everyone came forward,
women and daughters,
As hidden was not the Gorkha’s plight?
From now,
We will fight our own battle,
For our very essence of life
identity… destiny… and survival
was in question.
That call to freedom,
That spirit of liberty
Still endures in our hearts and minds.
No matter how hard those armed men try,
That spirit, embodied in His vision,
will never die.
We will “Do or Die” in His one call,
For even in the face of calamity
He will never let us fall.
Time is ripe,
Our cause is at all time hype.
He is the perennial sun,
that never sets.
He is the blue sky,
which doesn’t fall apart,
Mere at the clap of thunder.
The Gorkha doesn’t surrender,
Mere at a threat from a stranger.
From an unknown soldier
to a Gorkha General,
A painter and novelist,
A politician with a philosopher’s touch,
A devout and a mystic too,
He was all.
When history will remember Him,
And it surely will………..
He will be called a Legend.
Yes, a Legend,
Legend of Legends,
A Legend we call Subash Ghishing.

Friday 26 May 2017

(POEM) WE FOUGHT AND THE FIGHT CONTINUES………..

WE FOUGHT AND THE FIGHT CONTINUES………..

WE   FOUGHT   AND  THE  FIGHT   CONTINUES……….. 

We  were faceless
Yet fearless.
In search of our face
Making self determination our base,
bare hands we fought
Men’s with loaded gun.
Khukuri, our only weapon of defense
Against men whose sole purpose was offence.
Roared the TIGER OF HILLS,
From the QUEEN OF HILLS,
“ARTICLE 7 OF THE INDO NEPAL TREATY OF 1950 IS FAKE”
Everyone believed him, so did I
As our fate and destiny were at stake.
“Guns may run out of bullets
Khukuri remains forever”
The charisma of this tiger
spread like a wild fire.
Its roar shook the entire nation
With a volcanic tremor.
We followed Him,
Like Ananda followed Buddha.
One was in quest for Wisdom,
We were in search for freedom.
For dreams we had dreamt
And hopes we had cherished,
Of our own LAND,
A small ‘Homeland.’
Within our great ‘Motherland.’
Many years we struggled
Under the glare of the scorching sun,
Beneath the darkness of the unfathomed earth.
No one could ever dare stop us
From marching towards our goal.
For every individual,
From an infant to old
Were ready to sacrifice their souls.
Day in and day out we worked as slaves,
Groping in dark jungles and labyrinth caves.
On empty stomach we slept in pain,
We knew, on full stomach there couldn’t be any gain.
We fought over
the dales and valleys’
In sun and rain.
Fought the young and the old
Fought the juveniles’
with all their heart and soul.
All of us sought,
Our only goal.
Dreamt, our only dream.
HOMELAND…HOMELAND…HOMELAND.
That was and is
Our only goal. Our only dream.
Without it we cannot live.

For it, everything we shall give.

Many lost their lives,
In the fight for their birthright,
Yes, RIGHT!
Under Article 3(a) of the law of the land.
Our FIGHT?
For IDENTITY, DESTINY AND SURVIVAL.
Our intention are indeed very noble.
All we wanted was a piece of land,
As our fellow brethren already have one in hand.
What we got in return the world knows.
That is why, We Fought
And the Fight continues……….
Until “VOX POPULI, VOX DEI” prevails.

NEERAJ ZIMBA,
SALBAGAN.{N.B.U.Campus}
2002

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