Right there in Kuruchikuppam,
people are gonna be made to see
they’re wrong.
That’s not the way to handle life.
There are better ways of doing it.
You don’t hit children,
and you don’t cover it with fine speech.
You beat the shit out of them
with a wooden board,
just for mention he loves me,
and then you talk about your excellence in him for education?

The sophistication of a mag doll
tears apart your life
and makes you sin.
I am there to remind you.
Oh sophisticated sister,
I will show you to the world
as the braggart you are
and the bane of your children’s lives.
You are not fine gold.
You are a base and raw metal
that crumbles society.
I will take you down
to your underpants,
as symbols see society,
and show the hatred and anger you really live life with.

I will call your name
as the one that so traumatized Nithish,
you almost destroyed his life.
I will pick those pieces up
and tarry him in healing waters,
and take that aching heart of his
and expose it to the sun.
I will heal that boy
from the trauma you gave to him.
You took his own identity
and threw it in the trashcan.
You could not stand his preference for me,
and you ate his life with it,
so jealous of me
you put his life out on the line.

This is the poem of her.
I will get you baby dog,
away, safe from her,
or I will lay down my life trying.
This is a sudden rescue we will do,
as God counts the hours,
and it will be legal and square
with all involved.
Kidnapping will not be justified here,
and you will have rights to your child
as he gives them.
When he feels safe with you again,
then he will visit you.

You know I want custody of that child,
the legal guardian of his life.
This is not take him from you
as you took him from me,
and it was in my house that he lived.
You forbade all outer contact,
even the slightest touch,
no visits, not even for an hour,
no phone calls,
not even a message to each other.
We couldn’t even see each other,
best friends most of his life,
and I am the parent that he prefers,
why you took ‘im,
and for that woman low,
you will know the price of pain,
but I won’t dish it out.
It’ll be in your death’s star.
You are the willow in the wood
that weeps for long and sure,
standing by eternity.

The cruelty of that moment you will feel
as if it were done to you,
and tearing your heart out of your breast,
crying away insanity,
in some death lesson after death,
you will come to know this.
The time that you took
to change your mind,
was measured in pathos of pain,
where one single hour
is insanity’s wait,
crawling through time
like death has your hand.
Do you even know what you did?

Is this your son’s pain or mine?
We put on a happy face
and forget about it
to all but inner eyes.
I am the child of destiny,
and if I show you my pain,
you will bite me with it—
the nature of a child weeps.
Are you game for this?
See it,
feel it,
know what you did.
I will show the world,
and you will see it
in the eternities of your mind.
Here, here, I reveal.

But not now
you change your mind.
You are too proud for that.
You are too cruel for that,
and now you call me names and a good man,
who helped you like a bitch,
a helping hand that always mattered,
that you drew from left and right,
my time,
my money,
and my care and concern.
Don’t you think the Gods look down
on such hateful ingratitude,
and see you as nothing
but that woman over there
who dangers children’s lives,
her own the point of pain.

I will see you there,
in humanity’s heart glow,
when we’ve made our long journey
and brought it to a close.
Disguised as sin and defeat,
disguised as love,
we walked the ways of the Earth.
Now here we are in Heaven’s reach,
but the heaven after the goal,
and we will forgive each other
the disguises we wore
that were necessary on battlefield Earth.
I will see you there Sandiya,
one day.
That’s the nature of Earth.

(Vision of Nithish sitting down on a bed in a room like his family’s room in Kuruchikuppam. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, head down and holding his hands together in front of him, elbows on his knees)
As you get details of
his life in here,
alone in a room.
I’m a little child.
I don’t know the number of school.
Lumber did that,
killing
every sweet thing I had.
I was into long silences,
and I could hear the room breathing.
I thought I would lose my mind.
Talk Nithish.
What do I say to them?
I will beat you you stupid kid.
This was bouncing off walls,
and I could not see the room
that I lost my life in.

I had so much pain in my heart.
My mother kept me from crying.
She was an alligator for my tears.
She was just some other room.
I defied her
for as long as I could.
Then she hit me,
everywhere on my body but my face,
a flat board
rainin’ down blows.
I gave in.
I’m okay with it.
I’m fine with it.
That is not the way it happened.
I will do what you say
I said in my mind.
Then I forgot about you
for a little while.
You were there somehow.
You wouldn’t let me go.
I cried and I cried.
No the tears had all gone.
I was a happy kid
they said.

I continued to support them,
and they rewarded me for it
with so much favorite food.
Then the hill came.
I climbed it to death,
and that’s when I touched your face
in an amazing dream.
You were holding me in a chair
at my old school.
I was telling you about my mother,
how she is.
You told me about your tears.
You had a hold of me
like you’d never let me go.
The comfort at that moment
stayed in my room,
and I carried you there.
I continued to act
like a little brat,
but my road had found you,
and I aloned to that.
This was wonderful news
to my aching heart.

I was wonderful there
in my house by the lake,
and I want to see my puppy again
and get my life back,
but my mother has said
she will not change her decision.
Move me toward the door.
She can’t bury love.
She can just torture me for it
and make me feel bad
I don’t love her like you daddy.
I will see you soon.

He’s saying
I will be there soon,
in your house
your little boy again,
grown bigger by his tears.
Now can we get him outta there,
Sandiya?
I’m holding you responsible for this.
You’ve cut that boy’s mind,
made him suffer so much pain
because you are jealous of him with me,
not because of school,
or the love of Sri Aurobindo,
what you tell people
to sound nice.
I have you in my sights,
and I will not leave you alone.
I will continue to rush you
with the pain you’ve caused us.

You’re the pain
of the old society,
where kids were their parents wishes,
no freedom for them,
and they wore school around their neck
like it was what they were worth,
and their parents could beat them,
touch them,
yell at them and abuse them,
and no one ever heard,
and they grew up and brought a mean world
into view.

We have a planet here,
raising stakes.
I’m gonna get that sweetheart,
and with our poems and with our might,
we’re gonna help bring in the new society
and change life on Earth.
This is not you Sandiya.
It’s not me.
It’s not Nithish.
We are world carriers in form,
the boy and I where change comes in,
you the adamant old rule.
I will see you in hell for this,
and that might be sooner than you think.

A lost guitar,
you’ve think you’ve kept him from me?

You’ve only showed him more.
I will find you,
and I will tell you:
give me that boy,
not for my rule,
not for my pleasure,
for his aching need.
You know what I’m talking about Sandiya.
You see it everyday.

What kind of mother are you?
And you ask who am I?
I am the sustainer of this boy’s life.
I am his protector and I am his love,
and you will step aside
and give him room to grow
as I parent him
towards a clear and certain goal:
he is himself on wide green Earth,
and he’s doing what he loves,
not what he hates,
and he’s doin’ pretty good.
He’s got all of this going for him
that you don’t see,
and you speak like you know this boy,
but you don’t even know me.
I’m comin’ Sandiya,
with the proper people next time,
and I’ve failed and I’ve failed,
but you know I’ll succeed.
Here I come.

On the loud speakers
this is a terrible story,
and it’s showing Indian.
They beat children.
That’s her form:
what a powerful might
that can’t hold itself together
and soon falls down.
Sometimes art general.
This is a heartache
spotlight.
There really is an abused child there,
scared and alone.
Lay down,
come on lady,
come on.

I will see you there Sandiya
in the not too distant future.
Wet means?
Where our Earth meets the Sun.
It’s the supramental,
where that boy is found,
and his emotional statement
will bring in the picture the child,
and that child needs help.
This is infinity’s room,
and we’ll have an upgrade soon,
a golden opportunity.
(Vision as the above line was spoken of Nithish at some wall in a city, and on the wall was a box of squares like a tic-tac-tow box but with many more squares, and Nithish wrote an X and an O in the top let hand corner of the box, the first two figures written on the box, and the sense was this was just the beginning)
Let them be known together.