Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, May 15, 2010

The Tragedy at Mao and After....

May there be Peace in North-East part of my India!

May all the violent hostilities come to an end!

May all the commandos join back their families at home!

May Nagaland, Manipur witness serene Peace and Harmony!

Let the rulers of my great India do their bit to ease tensions!

Oh Mother Earth come to nurture and heal mothers in North-East!

Let the cloud of hostility fast dissipate into abyss!

Let joy, friendship and love smile on our brethren in strife region!

Let armed conflicts cease with immediate effects!

Let emergency come to an end!

My People here have all the courage to endure tyrannies plenty!

Oh my dear rulers in Delhi, its enough of bloodshed!

Thirst for blood and violence now must come to end!

This poetry is my bit towards harmony and peace in my troubled country!


Sebastian Rodrigues


This is a detail report below from Rose from the middle of Violence.


For those of us who had been looking forward to the national meet at Imphal on 'State repression and sexual violence against women', particularly from Nagaland, are shocked with the incidents of violence of the last fortnight, at the border town of Mao gate and its surrounding villages, which lies under the Govt. of Manipur.


For days,we tried to intervene as women from the Naga Mothers Association into the crisis that had threatened to erupt into another tragedy of violence at Mao gate.
The border town was sealed off and no Naga from Nagaland was allowed to enter the Mao Gate leading to Manipur, as we heard of hundreds of women participating in peaceful dharnas against imposition of section 144 ,curfew and militarization of the areas. On the 4th May, seven delegates of the NMA waited for two hours at the heavily fortified border, to finally get permission to meet the Inspector General of Police, Manipur in Mao. The appeal from the NMA was for restraint of forces and peace and we were witness to the strength of women's voices as we watched hundreds of women sitting in silent protest on the long road leading from Mao to Tadubi.


The tragedy of the 6th May was traumatic which has led to the senseless killing of two students by the Manipur commandos, hundreds wounded, particularly women ,still recovering in hospitals and more than two thousand men, women and children on record, displaced and seeking shelter in Kohima, Kidima, Khuzama and Dimapur with relatives and by the villages concerned. The team of Naga mothers and public leaders who had rushed to the border of Mao watched helplessly as armed IRB of Manipur Police refused to let us or even the Red Cross go over to help the wounded and dead. After much persuasion they allowed the Red Cross doctors and nurses carrying medicines to enter Mao. The medical team were of great help as the Mao hospital had little medicine an with 3 doctors was not ready for the hundreds of wounded who thronged their hospital. The NMA suplied medicines from Kohima which was transported through some of the Red cross to Mao. Two of us as Red cross volunteers were not allowed to enter Mao gate with the doctors, because the Police commando officer recognized the NMA officials. Two doctors, who had rushed with the Red Cross and had forgotten their ID card s were also not allowed to enter, even though the whole team claimed they were needed.The president of the Nags women union Grace Shatsang was herself wounded in the violence unleashed by the commandos, while leading the rally at Mao.

The displaced women and children have been helped now by the Government of Nagaland in a tourist heritage village called Kisama, where they are being provided food and clothes by different Naga organizations, tribal Hohos, churches. The NMA organised a Candle service with the displaced on Mothers Day and hosted the dinner at Kisama. There are hundred of children, pre school, school going and even college students who are huddled up with their mothers in these shelters provided. When I visited them, as Rotary Club of Kohima, along with Doctor Rotarians in Khuzama village in the initial days, there were one thousand five hundred being hosted b y the small village which is adjacent to Mao on the Nagaland side..The whole community had come forward to help the women, children and the aged who came trekking through the jungles and fields seeking shelter from the guns and violence of the Manipur Police and Manipur Rifles. There were many cases of traumatized pregnant mothers and most of the children were suffering from shock and fever and flu, as our doctors checked patients. There was also a young mother with a one day old newborn who had escaped the violence. Most of the men had stayed behind as they were recklessly rounded up by the commandoes, beaten, kicked, hit with Rifle butts and shot in the legs, abdomen and treated like criminals on the run for protesting against state repression and for freedom of movement. These atrocities are captured on camera by visiting media people who were also caught in the rampage of the armed police commandoes.


Last night, video recordings of these terrifying atrocities in Mao gate carried out by forces that are kept to protect people, were shown for public viewing in all leading TV channels in Nagaland .We watched horrified, as they recklessly fired at the unarmed public, mostly women, who were beaten, kicked, shot and smashed with rifle butts, entering homes and houses bringing out men, even old men with their hands raised, to be assaulted, beaten and kicked on the streets of Mao like animals. Some of the commandos picked up stones and smashed windows of private vehicles parked along the road. Disgraceful acts of armed police caught on camera.


Two students o n the 6th May were killed, one was Loshuo, a B.A.2nd year student of sociology from St.Josephs college, Jakhama and the other Chakho, a graduate student of St. Josephs College, Bangalore. They had joined the protestors i n the peaceful rally, and were shot from behind by the commandoes. The post mortem report indicates bullet wounds through the heart and shots splitting the spinal column and lungs, when the NMA team visited the hospital at Mao. The Mao people refused to claim the bodies till their demands for withdrawal of armed forces and permission for entry of the Naga leader Muivah to visit his hometown was given by the Manipur Government. However, on the 11th, the Naga mothers (NMA) from Nagaland intervened by appealing to the United Naga Council to allow the NMA to receive the two bodies from police custody and give them an honorable burial. A team of twenty three Naga mothers from Nagaland were given permission to cross the border the next day into Mao, where families of the dead were waiting to receive the bodies from us. The President NMA Mrs.Abeiu Meru and I, as Advisor to the NMA were allowed by the Manipur police to receive and claim the two dead bodies of our children in the name of Naga mothers. The bodies of the two students were highly decomposed, kept in two coffins in the police station. They were taken to the village square by the villagers who remained and their funeral the next day was attended by thousands of Nagas from everywhere, with the Naga Students Federation declaring them as martyrs. Luoshuo had an aged paralyzed mother, whom he used to bathe and fed every day before he rushed to his college some kms inside the Nagaland border at Jakhama St.Joseph's college. His father had passed away and his elder brother driving a taxi was the sole bread winner and paying for his brother's education. Chakho was a brilliant student throughout, from a family of 8 siblings and studying in Bangalore St.Josephs. Two innocent students protesting armed state repression along with hundreds of others and killed.


The Naga Mothers organised a Peace Rally on 8th May, two days after the killings, on the border side of Nagaland with hundreds of women from different tribes, including men. Jaya V,our friend from PUCL Andhra Pradesh, was on her way to the Imphal meet, when it was cancelled and three of them were my guests in Nagaland and was witness to the tragedies. She spoke at the Peace rally in solidarity with the People. The NMA slogan of 'Shed No More Blood' of the nineties, was reiterated again that day with the appeal from women for restoration of peace, rights and justice in the area. Armed Manipur commandos in armored vehicles silently watched us, even in binoculars, as we held the rally on the Nagaland side of the border, on the main highway.


A Co=ordination Committee of Naga civil societies, consisting of the Naga Hoho, Naga Mothers Association, Naga Students Federation, Naga Peoples Movement for Human Rights, United Naga Council, Naga Women Union and All Naga Students Association of Manipur, has been formed and an invitation was extended to the Manipur civil societies- the UCM and the All Manipur United Clubs Organization by us, for a peaceful dialogue in a neutral place like Guwahati on the 14th May , which has been turned down. This invitation was extended as there is a long economic blockade imposed by Nagas from hill areas, including the Naga students’ federation that has banned any vehicle of Manipur from crossing Nagaland, and essential commodities, fuel etc has been stopped and the valley is reeling from problems. The invitation for peace talks was also to avoid any further violence as the killings, violence and displacement has ended with the apex Naga body of all Tribes- the Naga Hoho calling the actions of the Manipur government an attack on the Naga nation itself, which may have very serious repercussions.


Today we stand in this deadlock. Many Govt. offices of Manipur has been burnt down by the people of the Hill areas in protest. Nagas wanting to leave the valley Imphal are reportedly being stopped and searched; some prevented from leaving .The situation is tense in both the states.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Moira breeze

In the land of Moira

I sit in the orchard

Facing vegetable cultivation

and rivulet flowing with water

White birds does their prey

Farmer with his cattle

on a grazing sway

Mountain stands

as witness to all

Mangroves does

work of protection

Suddenly in the middle

two electricity poles

supply light for

their hours in darkness

My eyes feel drowsy

attractive breeze

wants to put me to sleep,

Yet I cannot lay myself

in the blossoms of Moira breeze,

for I have long way

to walk ahead

Moira I came

to re-fresh and re-charge myself

Birdy songs of Moira

Adds rhythm to my soul.


Sebastian Rodrigues

Fighting will

To the point
when every friend is lost
poetry remain all alone
to regenerate and console

To the point
demonic monsters triumph temporarily
wrecked up blossoming psyche
Poetry remains all alone
to heal the tortured self

To the point
The will of barbarous attempts
to penetrate into my space
Poetry remains all alone
to transform and purify the intrusion

To the point
My will seems bulldozed,
chest pumped up in fear
Poetry remains all alone
to restore fighting will
and confidence to move on.

Sebastian Rodrigues

Pangs of reality

The laments of scholars

are meaningless;

Just a pretenses

to some publicity,

and to live

in make-believe world

of their Ivory towers.

No where in their method

scholars include exposure

to suffering and poor

in their academic curriculum

The discourses sterile and detached.

for the painless receptors

Too many scholars have fooled themselves

and their students.

The absence of ideas in students

mocked at in abundance

The vigor of exposure and library

not at all stressed as method

To hell with these scholars

Chain yourselves to the

pangs of reality.


Sebastian Rodrigues

Imperial Mystery

Horrors of men in History
Clouded in imperial mystery

Bloody re-ordering
of native reality

Buried in time
terror in memory

Dig out and comfort
the truth,
In sagas of cruelty.

Sebastian Rodrigues

Quality Voice

It’s my life

It’s my choice

I too have

a quality voice!


Sebastian Rodrigues

My Life

I am a child of struggle
Child grown in struggle
growth matures in struggle
In struggle alone lies
Greatest happiness
of my life.

Sebastian Rodrigues

Cricket

Library is my stadium

Book is my bat

Bookshelves are my wickets

Reading hall is my pitch

My team is fielding

I am a wicket keeper

I like my job

Thoughts in words

is the ball of the game

As soon as it cuts the bat

I take the catch

For it is wicket to my team

I am an agile fielder

always await

for ball to turn around

whether it is a googly

or a bouncer;

It makes no difference

to alert mind

I am a responsible member of my team

My team is of underprivileged

Decided in advance

to stay on pitch

and score a century

But for the time being

my team is fielding

I wait for full overs to bowl

Restrict the opposition

to a paltry score

As soon as

all wickets gone

go out on the pitch

to score

Hit the ball

over the boundary

for a sixer;

if not send it on ground

for four;

if difficult, do a running

of one and two,

to keep the score

tickling to victory.


Sebastian Rodrigues

Treasure of Love

In the midst of Academic stroll
quiet corner in library I stole

To let free flow affection to my love

To excavate the meaning ;
what love is and not

Love is not an examination
to be answered,
with tensions and worries
to be burdened

Love is free flow of hearts of two in love
takes in its stride whatever may come

Love is not scandal to be probed and spied

Love is an open book;
text awaits to be written by both

Love’s pages generates vibrations
to be felt by one and all

Love is not diplomacy
to be played upon;
to say bitter truth in polite form

Love is what you speak
Exact words to be taken
for their declared value

Love is smooth flow
with logic of its own

Love is not a competition
to be compared
qualification and degrees to be displayed

Love is feeling
deep within heart
respect person,
whatever may come

The moment competition steps in,
Love recedes very far;
Tearing lovers apart.

Sebastian Rodrigues

Eagle

You know better than I

Eagle spots prey

from very very high

Zooms on target

from Blue Blue Sky

Doesn’t care;

bitter and cry

Delicacy plate full of spy.


Sebastian Rodrigues

Moon

Come, come very soon
Already mid-day pleasant afternoon
Windy evening, to arrive in tune
Night to bring lovely lovely moon
Oh Ye! come very soon!

Sebastian Rodrigues

Chest

Orientation of my heart

will never change;

Even if to live in a hut

Shall submit every test

Never to halt onward march;

with pride in chest.


Sebastian Rodrigues

Healer

When obstacles surround you
all over,

To begin,
deal with each one moreover

Take a time off,
build up strength
in case weaker

Always remember
time is greatest healer.

Sebastian Rodrigues

Performer

When player in form
Don’t treat like deformed

If you do,
Then misery and downfall

In the name of team
don’t waste the cream

For crux is incomplete
without a glitter

Neglect of a performer
creates mountain from volcano.

Sebastian Rodrigues

Caste

Excuses hundred and one

Journey in rounds,

yet very smart

Wings in air

plunges flight in delight

Tension filled moments

created burden

At last we did depart

Just because

We belong to different caste.


Sebastian Rodrigues

Defense of Wild

Defense of Wild
invites defeat of Capitalist might
The challenge demands
disciplined skill and exercise

Are we in position to be brave
at the cost of life?

Our feature is to carry
life on finger tip
all the time

Ruthless mining tycoons
could extend the loop of death
any time

Strategy to evolve
to bring contradictions
into public focus

Every aspect to be exposed
with rapid succession
and action

The communication of intend
and communication of contend
is to be the direct impact remedy

Proceed and unite
in every possible bite
in high blue sky make a time
to fly a kite

Substance then will become
highly volatile
shall prepare the ground
for fire to strike.


Sebastian Rodrigues

Parameters

Words though new

Yet original very few

Sessions to train

Sets of fresh crew

Philosophy to spark out

to express living anew

Morning spring out

with early drops of dew

Silkworm gathers

for cloth to be sewn

Many possesses sign and print

Yet only few there to chew

Song is an abstraction

and experience with clue

Meanings are locked

visible only to few

Might of king to rise

as momentum continue

Every passing second

tickles evolutionary move

Rudimentary humanity

jumps to standard flight

Leave out in courage

witness to justice

Organised movements signals

Necessity of new parameters.


Sebastian Rodrigues

Colourful Latin America

Mathematical necessity
Brainy capacity
Hearty intensity
Leads endeavor
to probe deeply
Latin American Identity

Continent fascinating
Courageous Colorings
Revolutionary flowerings

Colonial underpinnings
valiant fight back
Red Indian Warriors

Trusted forcefully
Latin powers adventurously

Fractions of efforts
Produced Cuban Heroics
Community of traditions
gave spirit to Mexican uprising

Workers toil
Sent Chile in flames
voice arose of suppressed
prompted dictatorial crushing

Couple of decades
Brazil chained
Washington promoted
Dictatorial Candidates

Rich soil and economy
Rendered Bankrupt
Banana Republics

Brilliant French revolutionary analyzing
Set Haiti free
Victims of human trade
Centuries called them Slaves
United in consciousness
To guide destiny of a nation

European Adventures
Landed to call ‘Discovery’
Staged bee line to new world
Soon brave colonial triumph

Portugal and Spain
dominated the booty
Massacres of horror
Carried on in Western Hemisphere
Red Indians brutally assaulted,
Killed and butchered in terror.

Voice arose of Simon Boliver
Great Latin American Liberator
Let Latin America be one
from North to South forever

Boliver’s dream still a dream
Land distributed by Empires
Haciendas and Latifundias a reality
Control and pleasure of few mighty.

Fear kept mind
in chains and locks
voice rendered under status qou
Attempts often through brave surrenders

For half a thousand years
Colonial powers creates chain reactions
“Goodwill and Peace”
Slogans of next thousand years

Writers blushed in Pablo Neruda
Revolutionary excelled in Che Guevara
Radicals triumphed in Fidel Castro
Such colorful is Latin America.

Sebastian Rodrigues

Mexican Saga

Began to read Mexican saga

forced to stop;

Heart unable to hear cries painful,

Although practiced centuries ago

Printed line;

makes alive scene to eyes

What the extent

society and religion went

Innocent lives - brutally crushed

Hand trembles, pen unable to hold

Heart shocked; eyes complete in tears

Inside library hall

Head lies on table

Text reads, emotion embodied

mind willing, heart can’t bear yet;

No option: be bold and march forward

definitely cease - method of space.


Sebastian Rodrigues

Spine

Came a long way

Long way to go

From vocal boisterous

Grows into silent meditation

From disorganised and sporadic

into organised and systematic

From rough and rudimentary

to polished and decent style

Thread of spine continues to refine.


Sebastian Rodrigues