Rati Saxena

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I was reading your mails but could not write back as I got an accident a few days back and can't use my one hand, and typing with one hand with lots of pain in another hand is as difficult as searching for peace.

I could also write big poems for peace or war as you men do, but as woman I don't understand, why we have to search for peace, as it is always within us, that is how we make family, make society, but when it changes into a kingdom, then we have again this searching for peace.

I am student of vedas, who always talks about love and peace, I believe in Buddha, who was always for peace.

I read the Koran and where importance is given to brotherhood, for brotherhood means peace.

I love to visit churches as I find a shadow of peace there.

I have Jewish friends like Amir Or and Roberto,

Roberto took me around in Rome and was always comparing war with peace.

I don't know, why we search for peace, when it is within us for thousand of years. India never attacked any country, history says.

India has given place to a number of religions.

People of one of the most ancient religions live in India of today, but not in their country, for they are Persians.

We know what is peace, so why the search???

So friends, keep searching for peace, and if you people find it, please let me know.

You might find it close to you, as we do here in India today in celebrating Independence Day!

15.August 2014

PS. in response to Jael Uribe

Dear Jael, peace is not only a feeling in English; we have in the Indian languages so many words for peace. Most interesting I find is that all the offerings to the universe ends with a hymn which says: “prithvi shanti- saptah shanti -vanspatiya shanti -Om shanti shanti shanti...” It is too long and I don't remember all but we do pray peace for the universe, for a wish to avoid an earthquake, for trees, for water. So we do not need to search in google for the word 'peace'. Anyway I like your explanations. Does this make things more clear? Thanks.

History

I do not know the history

you wrote on horses during war

I don’t accept the books

that test you on religion and spirituality

I ignore the cobwebs

that constrict my neck

with their red and blue noose

while I feel the whip of the Rajiya Sultan

the neighing of Lakshmibai’s horse in my mind

I like to think

of all the brackets

that still confine people

of the drugs

that have fused our brains

of that shriek

still stuck in the throat

History

has never been my friend

Stray Dreams

Each morning

my dreams begin

to wander around

They know where not to go

Destinations

are never marked in their plans

They don’t go to Fairyland

The beauty of the stars

doesn’t attract them either

Among those living on Earth

they love only black ants

which are not less than elephants

Trees and birds don’t

attract them

Their most interesting practice

is to trail running cars

Abandoning cities and villages

they reach

those satellites

where live those

whom we call in our languages the dead

The story of dead people is different too

They don’t recognize the new ways of life

and go gossiping to the dreams

By night the dreams return

home

and place their bundle on the stump

in the middle of my mind

where they themselves sleep

the bundle opening up to keep me awake

during the night with its gifts

translated by Seth Michelson

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