Saturday, September 15, 2012

They Came for....(RE)

First they came for the Tamils of Eelam,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a TAMIL OF EELAM.

Then they came for the Adivases,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a Adivasi.

Then they came for the Tea Estate Workers,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a Tea Estate Worker.

Then they came for the Voiceless people,
and I didn't speak out because I was watching IPL.

Then they came for the Dalits,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't caste based person.

Then they came for the Kudankulam people,
and I didn't speak out because I want electricity.

Then they came for me,
and there was no one left to speak for me.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

To you

Nor my shivering knee
Or my heavy heart...
Nor my paining back
Or diminishing eyes
hurt more than
your words
your priorities
your concerns...

My eyes are gone
My ears are deaf
My dreams are dead...

Why you abandoned me....
Why you forget me...
Death please take me....

-Jo Ro

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Road less traveled

Two roads diverged
and I chose the road less traveled...

For my daughter ,
My creation 
joined yesterday with us to struggle...

I dont want horns
to tear her ear drums,
I dont want her
to see her dad beaten,
I chose road less traveled...

This is not new place…
This is not first time...

I have almost through counting stars.
my moms reason,
for why we were on roads....

Sky as roof
Sun as bulb
Trees as fan

Everyone see , who pass by
our story is not lie...
Searching a light forbidden place,
together with my wife to lie...

I will not be like my dad, 
who left my mom without legs ,
saving her life but not his,
when giant truck break lost its ...

We are alive,
No breakdown arrive...

An uncertain pain…
Casualty conform…

Hands that warmth,
Posters that covers,
Ants as neighbours
Mosquitoes as friends….

Increasing night shift,
Decreasing-hours slept,
Robbery next street,
Hand cub that greets…

Horns as alarm,
Dust that awakes…
Welcoming crowd
our beds now as road...

Survival struggle,
one more to fight...
Years to pass, her to know,
We only eat at night.

No place
No desire
No address
No one to address

a Vision Unreal.

-Jo Ro

Tuesday, January 10, 2012


A blur confusion
whilst thoughts of evolution

who are we?
why we are here?

nothing convince
minds pursuit 
an unsatisfied expedition
we thought thousand reasons
we created million answers

we live within a frame
sometimes we leave the frame,
intricate  solutions of complex sapiens

identity crisis in milky way
we still search who we are