Why the society doesn’t speak about
The persecuted children of Hindus in Pakistan
The persecuted children of Hindus in Bangladesh
The persecuted children of Christians in Islamic state
The persecuted children of Yazidis in Iraq
The persecuted children of Persians in Iran
The persecuted children of Druze in Syria
The world doesn’t revolve around Gaza
Laced with fake news and misinformation
Jihadis play the victim-card with children on the pedestal of falsification
So, wake up world
And don’t get twirled
In the propaganda of false whirlwind
Terrorism had shown its ugly face again.
On joyous tourists poured the fire of pain.
Though with the latest guns, they looked innocent.
Amidst human cries, their smiles seemed imminent.
Who belonged to what faith, they wanted to know.
Could one separate the whiteness from the snow?
Do Hindus and Muslims have different blood?
Does any pot know who formed them from what mud?
Near the corpses of their dear husbands, wives wept.
On laps of peacelessness, sleepy children slept.
Honeymoons of the newlyweds became hells.
Bells of temples and churches turned into knells.
(Militants near Pahalgam in the Indian-administered Jammu and Kashmir, killed 26 tourists on 22 April 2025.)
Listen.
Can you hear it?
Not the mountains singing—
but the crack of gunfire,
ripping through the prayers of innocent Hindus.
Today, the wolves wore human faces.
Today, the land drank blood,
soaking the grass, the stones, the roots—
deeper than any rain could wash away,
darker than any night could swallow.
Another scar—
carved deep into Kashmir’s aching heart.
Another mother’s scream—
louder than bombs,
rising higher than rockets,
splitting the heavens apart.
A scream that says:
"My child’s blood will not be forgotten."
O land of gods,
how many rivers must turn red
before the world listens?
How many cradles must fall silent
before justice wakes up?
But hear this—
We are not ashes.
We are flame.
We are not graves.
We are the unbroken cry of the living.
We rise—
with memory sharper than swords,
with faith stronger than fear.
We rise—
not just to mourn,
but to remember,
to reclaim,
to rebuild.
Listen carefully—
The land is not silent.
The blood is not silent.
And we—
we will never be silent again.
Happiness of some christians ,hindus,buddhists
And muslims that live together peacefully.
Promoting peace and love in other communities
Publicly in different places of earth for many
Years. a lot of folks always wish to be happy.
Our eyes become wet with tears,
Seeing this Independent India.
We cannot imagine those fears
Of families of the people not only fighting on the borders,
But also within the borders.
Despite of race, religion, caste or culture,
When it comes to India, we all come together .
We now live in a country where we speak with our heads high.
Holding the tricolour in hand we oath to raise it high.
Our flag that flies high in the sky,
Waves saffron, white and green.
It shows that we are independent and free
And over the British, we could win.
Muslims and Hindus are brothers,
Bengalis and Punjabis are sisters.
Eternal is Heaven,
Eternal is Land,
Eternal are WE, the creations of God,
Eternal is our good deed as god has planned for us to do.
All these is possible because of those martyrs who
Never lowered their heads in front of the British.
It is a land of priests and sages,
Known for its bravery from ages.
Those struggles against the British represent who we are,
For now we have nothing to fear.
The flying birds in the sky,
The Motherland's beauty,
We thank Thee for Thy goodness,
For giving us prosperity !
When hindus purchased africa in 3452 BC,
They gave every acknowledged people a modesting fee,
Add africa to our territory on your maps,
In exchange all prisoners can go there to relax,
The path of exile followed most in the time,
That did not want civil duties,
Africa was punishment and fine,
So it was there a people was formed,
From knowledge around the world,
And some who didn't conform,
They found out a lot together as one,
Becoming great empires marked by landmarks,
Fun.
But muslim became a thing when a man once said,
Why aren't these women clothed,
I'd imagine them all the time in bed,
So the people were ashamed,
This young man would rather imagine women,
Than be tamed,
It was said of course the man finally did,
Get his wish calling them provocative little kids,
Blinding men with desire so they'd never mature,
Bringing people to collapsing points in history and time,
Make men fight with each other because they want to be fine.
I now understand madness.
It appears to be gladness
A drop of gold hidden underneath blackness.
A greed that feeds a creature deep in
an Abyss.
A bit beneath Anubis.
Passed the succubus and the incubus.
Levels past devils and Judas.
Swim through the blood and mucus.
Beyond the drowned hindus and buddhists.
To the place where pride died.
Where confused students and Confucius mutants lie down In ruin.
Catholic execution and scientific illusion can not construct a conclusion.
They must leave this delusion and believe in just One.
The LORD of lords and KING of kings.
The One who destroyed sin and death on the cross.
Jesus Christ our God.
A full moon
never amazes me
ever like before
Whenever I see it
thoughts of my dad
occupies my mind
And I couldn't embrace
cold rays
Instead heat waves
hit my face
A full moon
won't help me pen
verses like before
Cos, It was
On a guru poornima day
On a full moon night
2 years ago
My dad's soul merged with god
It was on July 5 2020 ( A full moon day and also guru poornima) and today is the full moon day of this month and also guru poornima)
Wikipedia:
Guru Purnima (Poornima) is a tradition dedicated to all the spiritual and academic Gurus, who are evolved or enlightened humans, ready to share their wisdom, based on Karma Yoga.[6] It is celebrated as a festival in India, Nepal and Bhutan by Hindus, Jains and Buddhists. This festival is traditionally observed to honour one's chosen spiritual teachers or leaders. It is observed on the Full Moon day (Purnima) in the Hindu month of Ashadha (June–July)
Pakistan was born on 14th of August based on communal grounds.
Many have this misconception that India was born on 15th August.
India was at least 2222 years old country.
We got independence on 15th August 1947.
The name itself was derived from the river Indus.
Muslims in India are the second majority after Hindus.
However,they enjoy minority rights.
India provided Hajj subsidy for almost 33 years.
The subsidy was stopped by the recommendation of a
Muslim Parliament member.
Cut to the chase I want a logical answer rather than some
standard False outdated answer by those sitting in Rawalpindi...
1.Gandhi was India's greatest leader who united his People..
2.How many among us have the balls to admit our mistakes??
3.In 1934,gandhi withdrew from active Politics for Harijans..
4.He was the one who renamed dalits as Harijans??
5.Dalits got reservations because of entire constituent assembly and
Parliament which was composed mainly of general category Hindus..
Note.Sometimes we have to be our own Police..
Born a Muslim, we offer namaz
Christians go to the church
Hindus pray to a thousand gods
All paths spur an inward search
It matters not what practice we follow
We may each do whatever suits
God’s omnipresent, so must be within
Pure intent takes us to the roots
04-June-2022
flowers that blossom
aside places of worship ---
no religion know
butterflies flutter
around lavish church gardens ---
are never christian
could saffron robins
have become devote hindus...?
only times can say
communion of shoes
around places of worship ---
many stories say
11 April 2022
Millions of Indian Muslim marched toward Pakistan,
And numerous Hindus, from Pakistan, reached Hindustan.
The lands they hated most had to become now their homelands,
With their bitter most enemies, they were forced to shake hands.
A little taunting from one was enough for the other,
To hit or kick or beat or bite or callously murder.
Many thousands were mercilessly killed in both the sides,
Atrocities on women tolled as though sea in high tides.
No inner healing could ever, in any way, take place,
Feelings of unhealed wounds ran within as though in full race;
In venom-filled words and actions their revenge fond vent,
Behind each other’s smiles, even today, vengeance seen blend.
06 March 2022
I
First one feels family-hood
As Muslims or Hindus may do
Upon learning, "she's Catholic, he Hindu"
Soon, what denomination are You?
Or, are you a Druze, Shi',i, Sunni or Jew?
Then God becomes estranged
Because we want to help but use chains
II
A west African told my daughter in 1995
"My money is blessed, not your kind,"
As with bumper stickers - most unkind
But cute, smart even, but does it teach?
The love if your God? He couldn't luv all
St. Francis said, words not best to preach
Are our lives, yours & mine, within His reach
I
Hindus and their admirers often speak of their Trinity: Brahma the Creator, Vishnu the Preserver/ Sustainer. And Siva the Creative-Destroyer (in the way death of a seed, or if old family members also intimate). One theory of Cosmic origins similar to the Phoenix rising from ashes was also endorsed by the Vatican around 1920 (a Belgian priest-scientist gave us that theory of a cyclical Universe).
II
The dance of atoms, molecules, particles and waves is anticipated in the Hindu teaching that after several thousands of number of years, the cosmos atrophies, so Siva dances Creation again ( dance if molecules?). The Hindu Scripture focus more on all life and creation is nothing but vibrations. Gold and lead are dancing or it's molecules are dancing different dances, yet dancing vibrations all.
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