March

Fire cries
If only you could listen
Red and yellow burning aloud
The Sufferings immeasurable

I am fearless
You can gun down at me
My body, you could destroy
Touch my soul, you dare

Six million Tibetans burning
The embers won’t die down
Seeds of Rangzen (Freedom) sown
Forward we will march.

Uninvited

Guests came
Without invitation
Stayed whole spring and summer
And kicked us in the cruel winter

The cold wind slapped us
With every step we trudged to exile
Many lonely nights in despair
Finally took us to exile

The old woman holds her key to her neck
Till this day in exile
Suitcase packed
Every time at the end of the day

Tangled Wrinkels

The pattern on your forehead
Reminds me
Of the vague lines
I saw on the railway track
From miles away
In the foggy night
Like a tangled barbwire
Your worries caught up
In the wrinkles all over your face
The lines are neither liner nor horizontal
But it has its new way of line itself
Which has not a beginner or end line?
But it got tangled deeper and deeper.

The Last Bite

You knew you are going to die
Tonight
This is your last night
Count your love, see if you can live
Did you see in the mirror?
Rolling eyes and scrolling tongue
Chew with the sharpest teeth
You scream
But no one to hear, you hear
There’s no one
Except you and the one in the mirror.

International Calls Increase for China to Release Artist
WSJ[Tuesday, April 05, 2011 15:39]
By JEREMY PAGE


Chinese artist Ai Weiwei throws porcelain sunflower seeds into the air as he poses with his installation at the Tate Modern gallery in London in this October 2010 photo. Mr. Ai, who designed Beijing's iconic Bird's Nest Olympic Stadium, was detained at immigration on his way out of Beijing and has yet to be released, according to several of his friends and assistants. (Photo: Reuters)
BEIJING — The U.S., Britain, France, Germany and the European Union called for the release of Ai Weiwei, one of China's most famous artists, as his detention by Chinese authorities raised fears among his supporters that he could be charged with subversion or held indefinitely in extra-judicial custody as dozens of other activists have been over a six-week crackdown on dissent.

Mr. Ai, an outspoken critic of the government who has more than 70,000 followers on Twitter, has been out of contact since Chinese officials prevented him from boarding a flight from Beijing to Hong Kong on Sunday morning and then led him away, according to several of his friends and assistants.

Liu Xiaoyuan, Mr Ai's lawyer, late Monday criticized the Chinese media on Twitter for not reporting the artist's disappearance. "Ai Weiwei has been taken away, and his studio has been searched," he wrote. "Whether Ai Weiwei is right or wrong, this is still really big news, a really hot topic. I never thought, never thought, that the domestic media would actually lose the power of speech, and act both deaf and dumb. Sad, really sad."

Mark Toner, a spokesman for the U.S. State Department said the U.S. government was "deeply concerned by the trend of forced disappearances, extralegal detentions, arrests, and convictions of rights activists for exercising their internationally recognized human rights, including freedom of expression and movement".

"The detention of artist and activist Ai Weiwei is inconsistent with the fundamental freedoms and human rights of all Chinese citizens, including China's commitments under the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, and we urge the Chinese Government to release him immediately."

William Hague, the British Foreign Secretary, and German Foreign Minister Guido Westerwelle made similar appeals, as did the spokesman for the French Foreign Ministry and the head of E.U. delegation to China.

Once seen by the Chinese government as a cultural ambassador, Mr. Ai helped to design the Bird's Nest stadium for the 2008 Beijing Olympics, but then boycotted the Opening Ceremonies. He has since become increasingly politically active, prompting frequent confrontations with Chinese authorities, who demolished his studio in Shanghai in January.

Police also took in Mr. Ai's wife, Lu Qing, and eight of his assistants for questioning Sunday after raiding his studio in Beijing and cutting off its power supply.

Ms. Lu and the studio staff were released by Monday afternoon, according to one of the assistants.


A supporter of prominent Chinese artist Ai Weiwei holds a picture of him at Weiwei's art studio to protest the demolition of the place by the government in Shanghai November 7, 2010. (REUTERS/Carlos Barria)
But the 53-year-old artist remained out of contact and apparently in custody more than 24 hours after he was prevented from boarding the flight to Hong Kong, from where he planned to travel to Taiwan to discuss plans for a possible exhibition, the assistant said.

Chinese authorities were thought to have tolerated the artist—who exhibited last year at London's Tate Modern gallery—because of his international profile and because his father, Ai Qing, was one of China's most famous modern poets. They now appear to be widening their crackdown to include China's highest-profile and best-connected government critics, in an indication of how concerned the Communist Party leadership is about the potential for the kind of unrest that has rocked the Arab world this year.

"If they are willing to go this far with someone like him, then all bets are off," said Joshua Rosenzweig, who heads the Hong Kong office of the Dui Hua Foundation, a human-rights organization.

Dozens of other political activists, lawyers, writers and critics have been detained in similar ways—confined to their homes or placed under surveillance— since anonymous calls for a "Jasmine Revolution" in China began circulating online in mid-February. At least three have been formally charged with state subversion, while several others have disappeared without their families being officially informed of their detention.

Mr. Ai keeps an informal tally of those detentions on Twitter, which is blocked in China, but is accessed by tech-savvy urbanites who know how to circumvent China's filters.

Mr. Rosenzweig said the number of people targeted in the current crackdown so far is far fewer than in the campaigns against Tibetan and Uighur activists in the past three years, or the one against the banned Falun Gong spiritual movement, which started in 1999. But he called the current crackdown unusual—and troubling—because it targeted people for expressing political views rather than organizing political activity, and because it violated legal procedures that already allow huge scope to detain people for long periods.

"So many people are just disappearing," Mr. Rosenzweig said. "That suggests a willingness to sacrifice the rule of law and legal procedure in the name of stability."

Under Chinese law, police can hold someone for questioning for 12 hours without allowing him or her to contact anyone. If police formally detain someone for investigation, they are supposed to inform the person's family within 24 hours.

The fact that Mr. Ai hasn't contacted his lawyer or his wife suggests he is being held in a form of legal limbo that rights activists say is being increasingly used to coerce government critics into curtailing their political activities.Mr. Ai, who lived in the U.S. between 1981 and 1993, had openly criticized the latest crackdown and announced last week that he was setting up a studio in Germany because of the problems he faced showing his work in China.

Chinese authorities haven't acknowledged detaining Mr. Ai.

A spokesman for Beijing police declined to comment, and an officer from the local police station in the district where Mr. Ai's studio is located hung up the telephone as soon as he heard Mr. Ai's name.

Meanwhile, all references to Mr. Ai appear to have been deleted from popular Chinese micro-blogging sites and news portals.

HOME

People say: Home is where heart is but for me home is unseen and unreachable.

Companion

Walked the farthest
Climbed the highest
Run the fastest
Protect the hardest
But, what do you get?
Dust, mud, rain, and ice
You never complaint
You sucked the sweat
And hide inside your sole
You coughed in the cold winter
And spent many lonely nights
Outside in cold corridor
But what do they expect?
They expect you to protect their feet
To warm them in the chilly nights
But do they feed you?
No
It is you who kept the
Road run
They need to learn
To feed you with love

Randomania

One day you will wake up in your dreams
Feasting and fighting and fun
We got milk and more
Music of oz
Together we are going places
One for the road
Pay toll- 1 mile
Stopping, standing or parking
20 minute to 1-65 Indiana
Empowering the wind of change
Come drive with us-Morgan
Just ahead- 1 mile
South 65
Time to find yourself
Next exit right
Left lane ends
Slower traffic keeps right
Alert when flashing
Hell is real
Out of sight, out of mind
America bless god
Be can over overachiever. Stay extraordinary
Welcome to ohio.

UNENDING NIGHT

These days I just can't seem to say what I mean [...]. I just can't. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I can't even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. It's like my body's split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We're running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her."
Haruki Murakami




Here he comes with a smile on his face. I can’t help looking into his big eyes that speak so much straight from the heart. Oh, how do I look? I didn’t thought of that nor did I felt nervous but my heart knows how I felt. It was a moment so right, everything seems so perfect. I wish the time would stay still.
We were no different than other young people walking on street except that we had something in common too….we laughed at the same joke, we talked about the same old thing which sometimes pisses him off but I don’t like to hold anything in my heart. Sometimes, I feel my heart is a basement filled with old memories that is hard to throw away yet a pain to keep.
He ordered a beer and a cranberry juice for me, I can’t drink that much of cranberry at one time but I didn’t tell him as he was having quite a time. Wow, the songs were just perfect; it was as if the songs were sung especially for us. It was a night filled with chaos around us but we were silent gazing at each other’s eye and knowing that it would be painful if we have to depart. We traveled to a whole new world by that time, the world of him and I. it was a moment to remember.
You walk like Govinda (an India actor), i told him. Ha ha……, he laughed, how am I supposed to walk then, hanh! Well, maybe I am trying to impress you.
I knew this will happen. Maybe, we were supposed to be meant together for this much only, to this road.
Time is ticking…then and now….its been a while now but I still have my alarm sets at 10.a.m.

TRACK FIELD

My mind is a track field
And your running never ends
Hair on your beautiful..
Weave me into it
My mind is a track field
For you, there isn't a finish line

As you sleep, I am jolted
Thoughts speed through
Oh, feelings
Questioning me uselessly
Should I wake you

I've booked my flight
Again, all i need is to dial
But you are asleep
I'm sure you look serene
Just as dawn breaks

I will soon again gaze at your beautiful
So endlessly..
Even stars would envy
I know..
This time it's so real
Tell me again, we are one
Who knew..

Pleasure of giving

With a pair of Ugg boot
You can feed ten people in my hometown
With every cup of star bucks coffee
You can pay for someone’s meal for a day

With the north face jacket
You can help someone’s pay fees for their school
With the Vera Bradley bag
You could help someone’s pay for their medical fees

I feel guilty, I had them all
But I don’t need them all
I feel guilty wearing them
Because this pleasure last only for a day

But the pleasure of giving
To the people in need is the true happiness
That I was searching in these brands
And I am glad that I finally found the “pleasure of giving”

The last Monsoon

On the night of the last monsoon
You stand at the railway station
The yellow painted telephone booth on the right
And the long, black unending railway track on the left

You stand in the middle
With a 50 Rupees umbrella
You hold it tight while the train brings the wind
you didn’t move while your umbrella has gone with the wind

Now only thing left is the
Receipt.

SONNET

Shall I lean on your thought day after day?
By every gust of blowing wind
Or should I cover and lay
I could safe it in my mind
Memory so clear, lasted for a long time
Alas! Often hard to forget the uninvited past
On reminding, it tastes bitter like a lime
And upon realizing thoughts travel quite fast
Your thought is now only thing that I treasure
Worldly pleasures is now I despised
No one could ever manage to take the measure
Of the abundance love I have for you had surprised
The feeling is awkward without you near around
And I live everyday with your love surround

Udaan

Tibetan National Anthem

Let the radiant light shine of Buddha’s wish-fulfilling gem teachings,
the treasure mine of all hopes for happiness and benefit
in both worldly life and liberation.

O Protectors who hold the jewel of the teachings and all beings,
nourishing them greatly,
may the sum of your virtuous deeds grow full.

Firmly enduring in a diamond-hard state, guard all directions with
Compassion and love.

Above our heads may divinely appointed rule abide
endowed with a hundred benefits and let the power increase
of four fold auspiciousness,
May a new golden age of happiness and bliss spread
throughout the three provinces of Tibet
and the glory expand of religious-secular rule.

By the spread of Buddha’s teachings in the ten directions,
may everyone throughout the world
enjoy the glories of happiness and peace.

In the battle against dark negative forces
may the auspicious sunshine of the teachings and beings of
Tibet and the brilliance of a myriad radiant prosperitys
be ever triumphant.

You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
I got a plan to get us out of here
been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
but mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did

You got a fast car
is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

So remember when we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone
be someone

be someone

You got a fast car
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We go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs

So remember when we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone
be someone

be someone

You got fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for a better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

So remember when we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone
be someone

be someone

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way

Missing Star

The Night has come
But my star is missing
The moon has shine
But my world is dark.

The fireflies glows in the dark
While my life has lost its glow
The owl was awake
My world has slept forever.

The wind sung sweet songs
with its every gust
My song was unheard
for more than a decade now.

I was awake
While the night slept.

Soul Shrink

She lean once again
on the invisible wall
gracefully, tucked her polka dot shirt
under her waist
no pain seen on her face.

Her eyes talked beautifully
lashes groomed themselves
she touched her soul
with her bare hand, then smiled.

She slightly shrink
in her visible self
and left her "Smile"
in the mirror.

Potala : A beautiful prison

Potala behind bars
Shackled with invisible
Chains
Voice has been
Shunned
For more than
Fifty years now.

Many lonely days
and nights
passed with the blowing
wind.

Communist rise like a fire
Destroys everything
With the single breathe
We died infinite.

You took the soul
And
Left the body
Behind

You took the food
And Left the plates behind
You took the well
And
Left the thirst behind.

Upper Floor

Upper Floor

No one lives at the
Upper floor of the house
That room has been
Closed for a long time

Wooden stairs that
Used to lead to her room
Don’t go to the
Upper floor anymore

The room
Filled with old good memories
Children’s toys
Covered in plastic boxes
With a stained piece of white shirt


Her heart is like a basement
Filled with old memories
Under the pile of dust
The heavy silence lies beneath it

The wooden stairs that used to
Lead to her room
Don’t go to the
Upper floor anymore

I MISS YOU

In the first ray of morning sun
i missed kissing you good morning
In the first shower of monsoon
i missed holding your hand

In the fall of the first orange leaf
i missed hugging you
In the first snow of cold winter
i missed taking sips of tea together

In the songs of nightingales
I missed humming the tunes with you
In the bowl of instant noodles
I missed your smile with every scoop


In the light of a last candle
I missed looking into your eyes
In the journey of my lonely life
I miss everything about you.

Have You Prayed BY LI-YOUNG LEE

When the wind

turns and asks, in my father’s voice,

Have you prayed?

I know three things. One:

I’m never finished answering to the dead.

Two: A man is four winds and three fires.

And the four winds are his father’s voice,

his mother’s voice . . .

Or maybe he’s seven winds and ten fires.

And the fires are seeing, hearing, touching,

dreaming, thinking . . .

Or is he the breath of God?

When the wind turns traveler

and asks, in my father’s voice, Have you prayed?

I remember three things.

One: A father’s love

is milk and sugar,

two-thirds worry, two-thirds grief, and what’s left over

is trimmed and leavened to make the bread

the dead and the living share.

And patience? That’s to endure

the terrible leavening and kneading.

And wisdom? That’s my father’s face in sleep.

When the wind

asks, Have you prayed?

I know it’s only me

reminding myself

a flower is one station between

earth’s wish and earth’s rapture, and blood

was fire, salt, and breath long before

it quickened any wand or branch, any limb

that woke speaking. It’s just me

in the gowns of the wind,

or my father through me, asking,

Have you found your refuge yet?

asking, Are you happy?

Strange. A troubled father. A happy son.

The wind with a voice. And me talking to no one.

VISIONARE

It’s so perfect that I could ride on the cloud

Build a sand castle

No wind can blow

Put a pause to the sunset

Gaze at it endlessly

Watch the birds conquer the horizon

And sing us a tune of life

SNOW

In this lonely world of dark tunnel

You fall like blessing pills

One by one and altogether

Covering the darkness of our mind

When whiteness covers the world

And people singing sweet Christmas carol

You give people an excuse to celebrate

You are the purity that is in no reach of evil

You are soft but weak when you fall in the first winter

Becoming strong when you pile up as a group

It’s hard to break you apart

Unless it will be warm again, you will melt.

The cold wind blowing by so fast

Wearing the black blanket in rage

Filled with coldness

You melt the other day in the first ray of sunlight.

Thunder

With Lightning speed

You fascinate nature

You exist then disappear

Illuminate the night

Precision is your game

Left is your trademark