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Buddha's words for the world today


India 323 BC...Alexander

The greatest son Mother earth our planet bears witness to

Left the world in vacuity

Due to a mystique illness - Aids-HIV positive

The scientists' debate until today and will endless debate Tomorrow

And centuries thereafter

For humans are important and frigid when it comes to deciphering Death

Death is the sole domain of God

Who am I?

God or human

Human

Human like Rama

Who symbolises the victory of the god versus evil

Human like Krishna

Who is the icon of Gyana - the light of the world

Humans who err in flesh and blood

The bloody epics (Pun intended) of the Ramayana and the Mahabharata

Bear testimony to these human follies

Where was prevailed over peace

Life lost and death won

Human tastebuds cherish blood

Be it of mankind or the animal worlds

Rama...Krishna...Jesus...Mohammed And I Are humans

Don't make gods out of us

Humans who cherish blood

The bow...The Sudershana Chakra...The cross

The goal was to kill

Even Christ cherished blood - His own

And Mohammed of his kith and kin

Slaughter Humans

Sacrificial lambs

Under the garb of holy wars and crusades

Castigate...crucify...butcher

Kill...kill...kill

Yesterday

As do nuclear weapons and atomic bomb blasts

Today

Bush or Laden

London or Kurukshetra

Hitler or Alexander

Churchill or Stalin

The motto is one

Blood...Murder...Massacre

Human beings cherish blood

And humanity blood baths

Even I Buddha worshipped as an internationalised apostle of peace

By my disciples In India, China, South East Asia

U.K., Europe and USA in the world today.

Cherished blood in my childhood

Sheer ecstasy...brilliant chromatics...melodious synaesthesia

The beautiful white swan flying high in the blue indigo skies

Free

Bringing X generation aircrafts and many of the modern flying machines

To shame in take-off and skydiving

The pretty bird bathing in the amber red rising sun

And now silhouetted in flamingo dawn

Picasso's art at its best

The pure white swan transforms to crimson red - The old rose prismatic rainbow

The nature's kaleidoscopes splashing colours

And competing with palette of Leonardo Da Vinci

No

It is the bird drenched in a spectrum of blood-rubious red

The skilled archer's piercing arrow has found its target

The fluttering and feeble heart of the lovely flying bird

The beautiful white innocent swan

Which now peacefully lay in my young lap-achromatic

Awaiting death

All this while the innocent and moist eyes of the doe eyed white swan

Silently and speechlessly asked

The agonising question

`What right you have to take my life

When you cannot restore it back?'

Shame on you, Humans

Humanity disgraced

The only way out is Ahimsa-non-violence

No religion

Advocates war or a vulgar road shows violence actually

It is the bloody blind fundamentalists, fascists and fanatics who do

They ignobly play with religion to make the conversion package more lucrative

The turbulent river of blood overflows infinitely

Without any qualms of conscience or remorse

Man-eaters...Cannibals...

`Buddha's tears are not enough -

Generals father wars and humanity is bastardised'

- Poets lament

Wars...the plague of mankind...why?...Why not peace?

As a solution to the differences of men and women

And what about crimes against women?

Women

Whose wombs give birth to humankind

Whose breasts feed mankind?

Both Ramchandra and I

Are guilty of crimes against women

Ramchandra banishing the pregnant Sita to the vana, the exile in forest

And I of leaving the sleeping beauty - Yashodhara

Tip toeing out like a midnight thief

In my quest for sanyasa and enlightenment

By renouncing worldly treasures and breaking family bonds

Without an apologia - To Our Ardhanginis

Sita and Yashodhra were ideal wives

Who raised our children as single parents

We err...we are human

Amidst the chirping Bulbuls conducting a Mozart like orchestra

As I sit in Samadhi (penance), meditating in tranquillity

Under the Peepal tree in serene Bodhgaya ...

I am the sun of hope

I Gautama Sidhartha have attained Buddhahood

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