Return of the shadow writer

I'm back to unleash another literary hee-haw on you good people,might ruffle a few feathers,but really I want your honest opinion.Now that my reader base is not really protozoan,I can hope to get some feedback,I guess.

Disclaimer:This is not pointing a finger to any single community,or belief,this goes out to all those trigger happy selfish senseless monsters who tend to hide behind The Big Guy as an excuse to for their every unjustified spread of horror and crimes,through the ages.

The Confessions of a dangerous man

In the name of God

We kill, In the name of God

Power we wield-

Power,to destroy

every Caste and creed,save ours

But chose not to show the sun

To a leaf,inside that seed.

In the name of God

We were forbidden to play,

Forbidden,to be happy,even for a day!

In the name of God

We were taught to fight,

We have borne the burden of gunpowder

All our life.

Flight of a canon,be music to our ears-

Rhubab,piano,tabla-all

Toys of the less ambitious.

In the name of God

We were told to shoot

A sister between her eyes;

Then we hanged her brother,

And killed someone else's wife.

In the name of God

We accomplished everything-all

In one night

But now I'm surrounded by these walls

Grey and foreboding- I pray frantically,

Who else? To God

But He doesn't answer my calls.

Though I'm twenty, I know this is it-the

Twilight of my life.. Memories,sharp

Go back to the day i heard

Them Speak "In the name of greed, we fight

Fresh minds to warp we seek,

Pawns,to accomplish our deeds."

Plagued by thoughts

Now I am,

Is it too late-

To be honest,good or kind?

In the name of God,

Believe me I tried!

But in the name of greed,

They turned me-

Into a poisonous ivy.

Been a while

Since i saw light,

Felt the wind in my hair,

This is my muse-

Name it if you want-

Call it anything, Anything,

But The Confessions of a Dangerous man.

This is to everyone out there who needs to learn that there is a difference between being literate and being educated,the difference between patriotism and terrorism.God isnt up there getting a kick out of your handiwork.I didn't say Your God.Or my God.I said God.Can you spot the difference?

Debut of the shadow writer

Shadow Writer: A term coined by Miss_Nobody to mean all those literary fledglings whose works have never seen daylight,mainly to refer to herself.The dumb egg arrogant rascal lazy lulu she is,she refuses to google it,to confirm its existence and is bent on claiming it as her own discovery.As if this wasn't enough,she enjoys refering to herself in the third person.On her blog.For the whole world to see.

Okay! Enough!Sorry folks,the shadow writer in me got the better of me and finally convinced me to post one of my poems,and looks like you have to bear with my literary hee-haw today .Oh,pretty please,don't navigate away!

Here it comes...

Dream Again

I dream a dream

Of silver seas;

Of Fast disappearing mountains

And trees,

Unto nothingness-

That mankind shall ever see.

I dream a dream

Of a world,

Where children are brought up

To shoulder responsibilities,

Instead of guns;where

Peace would reign

Instead of war,

And a dispute wouldn't

End with the

Funeral march of another!

I dream a dream

Of shedding that tag,

Old and frayed-

"Third World",which read;

Of clothing on my countrymen's

backs,food for the stomach,

Not for thought-

Above all,a country,and a world-

In every sphere,well read.

I dream a dream

Of being a faithful daughter,

To my country,my mother and my father,

Of being a loving wife,a doting mother

And a patient friend-

Laughing with them in the golden days,

holding their hands,coursing down

Downtrodden Lanes-

Of being a jubilent lender of

Happiness,a dauntless

Borrower of their pains.

What your heart aches to do,

your dreams make you see-

If I want to fly,ski,

Be crowned queen-

I may so,in a dream!

Dreams maybe pretty,

Dreams could be a farce-

But what would you do

If crystal dreams

shatter like broken glass?

Think not,fear not-

If you shall keep your conscience clean

And pillow soft,

Rest assured,that you shall sleep again,

Fear not for you shall dream again!

Sooooooo,what say you?Love it?Hate it?Aww,c'mon spill it!I want your honest opinion even if its that you want to dearly whack me over the top of my head for wasting your time...no really,keep 'em coming!

Miramar beach,Goa.December 2007
South Goa,December 2007

Making his presence felt,

Summer is here,shuffling his feet at the gate-

Faraway dreams of faraway places