Ashoka - The Warrior Becomes Meek . . .

Emperor Ashoka

"Oh! king of the kings, my emperor"
said the minister witha sign of terror,
"Kalinga still remains uncaptured,
Its still a free perching bird."
"What's the problem, let it be free,
it's a tiny nation why don't you see?"
said the emperor with great wisdom.
then the minister spoke with respect some,
"Your father led a quest,
and tried out his best,
to capture that nation,
and bring it in relation,
but he got badly defeated."
hearing this ashoka's mind beated,
He pulled out his sword,
"I swear in name of good lord,
that filthy nation I wil crush,
pull you weapons, we have to rush.
Wake your army, the elephants, the horses,
and lead a quest, with huge forces,
against that evil dictator,
swear on the name of the creator,
that either we win or else die,
shout this loud, give a cry.
let those enemies know,
and bow their heads low.
Let them shiver with terror,
and se the rise of a warrior,
just put your heart and soul,
to bring that state in our control.
Let's step on those filty insects,
and crush the nation which infects,
our self respect, our prosperity,
just shoe them our cruel hospitality."
Thus spoke the enraged king,
whose rhymes we noe sing.
The great emperor, noble Ashoka,
whose name is capable to invoke,
courage and power to fight,
who had enormously large insight.
His army took up arrows and bows,
and settle themselves in proper rows,
with aroar they set on a war,
with Kalinga, a state to far.
Two powers met over at fields,
and swords tore enemies shieds.
Thousands of soldiers fell down dead,
many laid down without a head.
The city drowned in a flood,
flowed down in river of blood.
many mothers lost their son,
many saw their last sun,
hundreds of soldiers lost their lives,
city saw many mourning wifes.
A decision due to Ashoka's rage,
led a great war to engage,
which resulted in a great destruction,
and thousands of mind sdrowned in frustration.
even after these great massacres,
kalinga didn't call back the attackers,
so the war still didn't end,
more soldiers Ashoka did send.
more blood dropped on the fields,
city saw more broken shields.
At last a head fell down,
and Ashoka picked up the crown,
king of kalinga had fell down dead,
and slept forever on his death bed.
Then the emperor gave a sigh of relief,
after dropping a montain of grief,
on the native, the citizens of kalinga,
who once merrily used to sing,
the energetic songs of life,
and were never afraid of knife,
now shivered at name of war.
And were afraid of going to far,
away from their house their home,
coz the armoured soldiers roam.
They were afraid of getting killed,
this fear in mind Ashoka had build.
Then Ashoke came to examine the city,
seeing its condition he felt pity,
drops of tear fell from his eyes,
everyone saw that a emperor too cries.
mercy now dwelled on his merciless face,
dissatisfied and disillutioned by his kingdom chase,
he knelt down and picked some mud,
his hands stained red, full of blood.
He ordered his men to retreat,
and he fell down on queens feet.
"Oh good lady! I am the one,
who killed your husband, and your son,
I know I can't be forgived for the crime,
the deed I have done, but with passing time,
I will try to make up for what I have done,
this is my promise, I swear of the sun,
If you want to punish me, take this sword,
chop my head, and give it to lord.
I was out of my mind to do such a thing,
but I swear, soon prosperity I will bring,
The great lord Buddha I will preach,
peace, prosperity and serenity I will teach."
hearing this spoke the queen,
"A warrior like you, I have never seen,
an hour ago you had thirst for kingdom,
and now you talk of great wisdom.
I never saw a heart so pure,
no other king ever tries to cure,
the pain and misery they use to bring,
rather they force their peaple to sing,
songs of their greatness and thier name,
which brings them a lot of fake fame.
Ashoka, your name will also rise,
above the clouds, above the skies.
coz kings like you are born very few.
that is why today I forgive you . . ."
After that the warrior became meek,
King Ashoka went away to seek,
teachings from the buddhist sages,
who had been in peace for ages.
Later he returned a just and wise king,
whose name till now we use to sing,
A emperor who preached non-violence,
who in him had a great balance,
of power and wisdom, Ashoka was the king,
for whom today, this rhyme I sing . . .

Downtrodden - A Creation Of Frustration . . . .

Tell me my dear,

what should I do ? ? ?

Do you think I should,

hit you, thrash you,

crush you, or curse you ? ? ?

just tell me,

what should I do to you ? ? ?

You did all,

what you should not do,

to me, to my heart.

You took away from me,

everything you want.

And left for me nothing,

nothing at all.

you gave me things,

you don't need,

misery, pain and all.

A robber, a thief,

thats what you are.

But you gave me something,

something I had lost,

something I needed,

something I had urge for,

you gave me the rage,

the disasterous anger.

That gave me power,

power to fight you back.

so, I am coming,

to take back my things,

and to give you back,

whatever you gave me.

dipressed, distressed and disgraced,

today I am enraged,

burning hot in fury,

running wild in wrath.

ready to burn you alive,

or just stick a knife,

in you, in your heart.

Grind you or tear you apart,

tell me, just let me know,

a reason, why should I leave you alive ? ? ?

For using me more ? ? ?

Or pissing me off ? ? ?

Tell me what to do to you,

grind you, smash you,

bury you or burn you ? ? ?

or just let you,

to stab me on my back,

or should I go,

climb to a height,

and fall back from there,

and give up blood,

free up my soul,

and end up everything.

Just let me know . . . .

Beachly Beauty . . . .

I stand beneath the sky,

my hands open wide,

seeing the gulls flying high,

the beautiful nature by my side.

The salty waves of the sea,

wash away my mortal feet,

algea and moss, down I see,

wet but warm by the solar heat.

Far away from the town,

from those noisy streets,

I sit on the natures crown,

where serenity and peace meets.

stones and stars on the beach sand,

decors my footprints left behind,

I pick them up by my naked hand,

saving those moments in my urban mind.

I see that undernurtured nature,

tortured and pained, for a long time,

to preserve this beauty in literature,

Today I write this rhyme . . . .

Justice Justified . . . .

For a justice to be justified,

your thoughts have to be simplified.

To make a choice between two obligations,

truth and lies like dancing animations.

When your thoughts fight a lot,

to choose the good or to choose not.

Then pack up your complex mind,

and let your heart then find,

the truth in the truth,

the lie in the raising youth.

Only then you can do the justice,

when the truth you don't miss.

raise your voice and stand for good,

do everything, which you could.

Then the justice will be justified,

you complex mind now, Simplified . . . .

Just Like That . . . .

I want to live,

I want to die,

I want to reach above the sky.

Above the earth,

I want to fly,

Though impossible, I want to try.

I want to jump,

I want to roll,

I want to seperate my body from my soul.

I want to crawl,

I want to run,

I want to shine brighter than sun.

I want to love,

I want to hate,

I want to win and defeat my fate.

I want to die,

and take rebirth,

as a illusion on a seperate earth.

I want pleasure,

I want pain,

I want to run madly in rain.

I want to smile,

I want to frown,

take my bike and hit the town.

I want to stare,

I want to blink,

I want to mind, nothing to think.

I want to scream,

I want to shout,

on a lonely road I want to roam about.

I want to take,

I want to give,

a cheerfull life I want to live.

I want to laugh,

I want to cry,

this poem will make your mind fry.

I had less,

but plenty of time,

So, just like that, I wrote this rhyme . . . .

Devil May Cry . . . .

Deep inside the dark,

behind the ominous dog's bark,

the lonely devil cries,

after telling numerous lies,

his string heart feels weak.

he now wants to be meek,

coz the world now is more evil,

bigger and stronger than that devil.

lonely and currupted he now feels,

with burning emotions thah never heels.

depressed, distressed and demotioned,

he stands alone mistically stunned.

The cries from his pained heart,

is tearing the silence apart.

love is what he now needs,

to heal his heart which now bleeds.

tears from his helpless eyes,

shows us that a devil too cries . . . .

A Poem . . . .

A poets rhyme that never rhymes,

a guilt rising after a chain of crimes.

A thought in mind lurking about,

a voice in heart craving to come out.

An un-understandable phrase,

that drives in a lot of praise.

A creative play of thoughts,

that can beautify even moon's blots.

An unbound flight of words,

flying high, higher than birds.

Some kind of unnurtured imagination,

its a person's emotional creation.

A voice from inside our soul,

a direction pointing to our goal.

A substitute of facial expression,

a written account of our emotion.

A justified creation of a crazy mind,

rarely born and hard to find.

Some creepy truth that rises fear,

or incomplete love that brings down tear.

An expression of the cries unheard,

a mental speech of a speechless bird.

A weapon with no explosive,

but a great damage which can give,

no bloodshed, just a hallucination,

which can destroy a whole nation.

The most powerful creation of a human,

which can eat up every devil, every demon.

A tool to make a dead speak,

it takes your emotions to a peak,

this is what I say a poem.

That is why I write 'A Poem' . . . .

Maurya - The Warrior Emperor . . . .

Chandragupta Maurya

"I am the man, the warrior,

whoever be my enemy I don't care,

disciple of chanakya the great,

having ability to change my fate.

The great king of the history,

my past still a great mistery.

Whenever I stood up with a sword,

I became the death lord.

With flowing blood of a kshatria,

I rose up the empire maurya.

The wind tells my tales,

the emperor who never fails.

The mountains recite my name,

giving a boost to my fame.

I am the man who fought the greeks,

and won the battle within weeks.

I am the king of the kings,

my tales the world sings."

This is what Maurya would have said,

but he sleeping forever on his death bed.

Chandragupta's Teacher - Chanakya(Kautilya)

So, some time of yours I want to lend,

to let you know his start to his end . . . .

A child was born in a mauryan clan,

of khatriyas, to a man, 

with a wife named mora.

The child was Chandragupta Maurya.

To a hunter he was sold,

in history it is told,

there he met kautilya,

a teacher from taxila,

who took him to the school,

and used him as a tool,

for rising a great empire,

which should be like a fire,

capable of burning down,

the expanding greek town.

In takshila he became a warrior,

to his abilities there was no barrier.

Unbeatable that boy became,

uncontrolable, impossble to tame.

A warrior, he was mora's son,

Nanda Dynasty

shining brightly, brighter than sun.

From taxila his quest began,

he became an army of one man,

then he saw the macednian army of Greeks,

and studied closely those mind-freaks,

by becoming a soldier in their camp,

his teacher Chanakya still his only lamp,

after driving away the foreigners from his land,

his conquest began, a target too grand,

of demolishing the Nanda dynasty . . . .

For this he had to destroy that king,

who forced his people to sing,

songs of his greatness, his fake victory,

just to be immortal, always alive in history,

Dhananand was his name,

his character dumb and lame,

a blinded lover of gold,

for which he would have sold,

his motherland, his birthplace,

just a dark mind behind a fair face.

Maurya aspired to kill that king,

to free the people and to bring,

and bring an end to their miseries endless,

but he was all alone, lonely and friendless.

With help of chanakya an army he raised,

Mauryan Dynasty

burning hot and pathetically raged,

determined to make that cruel king cry,

ready to fire up, explode and die.

On lines of macedonia the grew in number,

with a aim to turn magadha into a slumber.

Finally the explosive exploded,

and the whole magadha got raided.

The elephant had a downfall,

the peacock made a victory call.

A great warrior Dhananda had to face,

his palace became his death place.

The reign of nandas came to an end,

and maurya's empire began to ascend.

But his destiny was still too far . . . .

After killing dhanand, he became the king,

and got the most beautiful thing,

The Princess, she was Dhanand's daughter,

the reward he got after that slaughter,

love then touched Maurya's life,

so, Durdhara became his first wife.

But the warrior in him didn't stop,

he wanted to be at the top,

so that his name the whole world sings,

he wanted to be the king of all kings.

Coin Of Mauryan Dynasty

This thirst led him to war,

and his boundaries extended too far,

he had an army so large,

which was now fully ready to charge,

to conquer the valley of indus river,

and to make every enemy shiver.

After owning the valley he took a pause,

improving the empire structure was the cause.

His empire had a time of serenity and peace,

but then Seleucus came to cease,

the indian posessions of Alexander thd great,

but that land was not in his fate,

Chandragupta crushed those selucid greeks,

in no time, within a few weeks,

but Seleucus was not a man to loose,

so war was what Maurya had to choose.

They fought with courage and no fears,

so the war went on for two years.

At last they had to get together,

and sign a treaty with each other.

Seleucus gave the most beloved thing of his life,

to Chandragupta as his wife,

Helen thus became his second queen.

He became the first emperor India had seen,

Chandragupta's Son - Bindusara

his empire grew in size very fast,

the biggest one, with boundaries too vast,

From himalayas to the narmada river,

His name made every king shiver.

After this his quest came to a hault,

this was not at all his fault,

his prime minister instructed him to do so,

said it was now high time to throw,

light to internal matters of his kingdom,

and give some example of his wisdom . . . .

He did as his teacher told him to do,

due to him, Chanakya's dream came true,

a dream to see Indian landmass united,

which ultimately he sighted.

A vast and prosperous empire maurya now had,

but then winds brought a news, which was quite bad.

To meet Maurya arrived a sage from jainist sect,

and told something which had a great effect,

on peace and calm of Chandragupta's mind,

what to do he wasn't able to find.

The sage warned him of a great drought,

twelve years of misery which would have brought.

Bhadrabahu was the name of that sage,

Chandragupta's Grandson - Ashoka

who endured Chandragupta to leave that princely cage.

Abdicting the throne to his son, he left his kingdom,

and so left the king, a warrior full of wisdom,

silently he died by starving himself to death.

The emperor who fought for peaple till last breath,

so died emperor Chandragupta Maurya,

the first unifier of our motherland India . . . .

His glory was carried on by Bindusara his son,

and his kingdom expanded by Ashoka his grandson.

This is how the legend came to an end,

a legend who was a saviour for a friend,

and for a enemy a unbound terror.

For him today I write "MAURYA - THE WARRIOR EMPEROR"

The Directionless Directions . . . .

The confusion of vision,

The thing we say,

The paranoid illusion,

Is showing us the way,

The directionless direction,

To the profound space,

Moving swift without motion,

No more shining face,

No more awkward fashion,

Just a directionless direction,

To the space full of nothing,

With some traces of emotions,

A space where nothing fills everything,

A space within our complex mind,

With some scraps of naked truth,

Large, but somehow hard to find,

Grilled with thought of rising youth,

The directionless direction,

To the space causing everything,

the result of which is this creation,

Which may mean to you nothing...

Dilemma Of Perception . . .

The unknown dilemma of perception,

The in-heroic creed of jurisdiction,

THe unpathetic pathetic works,

Of the inhuman human lurks.

Creepy darkness of the blinded sense,

The boiling heat behind the fence,

The frozen fire in the warrior,

Guilt-free crime rising the fear.

The unknown, unwanted human creation,

Is giving rise to the animated destruction.

Homo-Sapiens busy running the death race,

With no time to admire the infant face,

OF the freedom, with the broken heart,

Stepped upon and torn apart . . . .

The timeless time running past,

The heartless heart beating fast,

Countryside dirt better than townly filth,

Bewaring our minds of its falling health.

Something unpleasant crawling to happen,

So I took out the ink and my pen,

To warn you of the upcoming calamity,

Unnatural, but with great surity,

Which if trigerred will be unstoppable,

Ones executed, will be unbeatable,

A creation of human mind,

To stop it some method we should find.

The unrespected me in us we should awake,

And crash the attitude, the show off just a fake,

Wake up the human, the warrior within,

A new revolution, we have to begin,

To begin this world one new mesaage we need to send,

With this line my rhyme comes to an end . . . .

Masterpeice . . . .

With a brush in my hand, 

today I stand on the sand.

forth me is the waving sea, 

flying gulls and the shells so free.

I stand their with a canvas blank, 

what to draw, my mind not frank, 

should it be a bird perching free, 

or just the scene in front of me? ? ? 

I don't know actually, what to do? 

Noones there whom I ask this to, 

oh great lord, please help me out, 

tell me what I should draw about? ? ? 

Apple falling on newton's head, 

or slepping beauty laying on bed? ? ? 

What to draw, I don't know, 

nor anyone's here to tell me so.

Should I draw paris's Eiffel tower, 

or it be mona lisa taking shower? ? ? 

Hell and heaven I can draw, 

or the dreamland that I just saw.

How about Taj Mahal of India? ? ? 

Or a man with some kind of phobia? ? ? 

Something great I want to draw, 

something which the world never saw.

Something better than Leonardo sir, 

better than Mona Lisa, though I admire her.

It can be as small as the buzzing bees, 

but it should be my MASTERPEICE....

Love Me . . . .

I want to walk with you hand in hand, 

without shoes, barefooted on beach sand.

I want to embrace you, hug you hard, 

I want the world to pace up and time to retard.

I wish to live with you always, 

and spend with you nights and days.

I promise to live for, die for you, 

even to leave you alone if you want me to.

But please think of me, my beating heart, 

its like a child, and not so smart....

Without you my heart is freezed& it bleeds, 

you are the one who can fullfill allmy needs.

You are my love, you are my life, 

but them too you hurt like a blunt knife.

You are so delicate, but too mean, 

anyone like you I have never seen.

Why do you always try to ignore me, 

as if you have never known me? 

No reason for this I ever get to see, 

but I believe, that someday you will understand me....

Fly High . . . .

Let your dreams take a flight, 

in the unbound space like a kite.

Untie them & let them fly high, 

till they reach the infinity above sky....

Release yourself of the mental trauma, 

and stay away from the real life drama.

Then you'll know the vagues of perception, 

and reality behind your mental creation....

Dreams aren't just dreams, let them fly.

They are the goals which you should try

to achieve & proove this creepy world, 

that you aren't a naive who can be knurled....

Raise over the earth and touch the sky, 

open up your mind and fly high.

Forget about the world and never sigh, 

keep on going and leave your dreams to fly....

Beyond Time . . . .

I want something, something I desperately need, 

Something this world must have urge for, 

I want to go somewhere beyond time.

Where no one says ' Time waits for none'.

Somewhere, where time can't touch my life, 

A place where it will be in my hand.

A place where ' Hurry' is nowhere in dictionary.

Somewhere, I can enjoy without any concern.

Somewhere beyond time I want to go, 

Where there's no past, no present, no future.

Some place out of this material world, 

Where wall clocks are only to decor the walls.

I want to go, to a place where, 

I can close my eyes, and then

spreading my hands can fly, 

High in air to talk to birds.

I want to roam about, in a place

which is still unknown, still hidden

somewhere between reality and imagination, 

Where someday I believe, I will end up....

Roads . . . .

Two roads, one to choose....

Which one I don't Know.

One I take, other I loose....

I stand there, my head low, 

Thinking hard, which one to take? 

One path so simple, so gay, 

The other one surely can make....

My journey hell, but it also may

Lead me to where I want, 

The world where I can enjoy my life, 

Where perhaps, the simple one can't

take me, or can make me strive....

At the end where it leads.

As beautiful is not always good, 

and no one generally pays heed, 

to the ugly one, which they should.

I am now left with no more time

to fulfill the purpose for which I am born, 

Taking the simple path will be acrime, 

so I choose the path, the one with thorns....

Let's Be New . . . .

Old things are gone, everything's new.

Let's shed everything, except memories few.

Let's try to be a man and not an animal, 

Let's not tease, & help those who are dull. 

There's always something, something new to do. 

Let's lie on grass and dream a few, 

Let's do all that what others can't do, 

Bang the bench and rock the world, 

Show everyone a new type of band .... 

Let's rest on dew and bathe with hot sand, 

Let's live the hell and try to be a rebel, 

Let's stretch our hands, enjoy the hell. 

Let's rule the night and suppress the day. 

Let's be new ignoring what the oldies say....

The Devil . . .

A unknown, unwanted aspect of me,

a pitch dark space as deep as sea,

the piercing cry of a broken heart,

creeping down to tear me apart . . . .

Full of aggression, regression,

the indestructible creation,

is the shadow raising parallel to me,

high up in dark, which you cant see . . . .

I feel the pain, and the scrotching heat,

of the raising flame and the burning sheet,

anger, jelousy, hatred and all,

empowers it and makes me fall . . . .

But then too, its a part of me,

I want it to leave and set me free,

its a inhuman human, that I see,

my dark side more powerfull than me . . . .