24 Mar 2007

far away.

Liaisons with grief…
Going strong since eternity.
Lust masked amid love,
Despair draped in hope;
Obscure images registering a face…
A face: “far away “

A bittersweet sarcasm
Passion hard to fake.
Life torn and ripped apart.
And the Philter drained.
Obscure images registering a face…
The visage… oh so intangible.

17 Mar 2007

I love these lines…

“O! Poor unthinking human heart! Error will not go away; logic and reason are slow to penetrate. We cling with both our arms to false hope, refusing to believe the weightiest proofs against it, embracing it with all our strength…

In the end it escapes ripping our veins and draining our heart’s blood; until regaining consciousness, we rush to fall into the snares of delusion all over again”.

-“ the postmaster “
Rabindranath Tagore

14 Mar 2007

Till the end of time.

Lustrous moonlight shimmers bright,
Tearing the mantle of the night;
Stars of anticipation dotted in the navy sky
Many an imaginings get wings to fly.
I glance about, I find you near,
The darkness though, is what I fear;
Every instance I dream to fly,
My gullet at the vista runs dry.
I conjure castles in the skies; but,
Would never depart, wouldn’t even try.

Your gaze fills me with strength intense
Emotions run free, heeding not a fence.

A gaze may mean things many,
Some things to you and some things to me.
Never fail to return a gaze;
Go away now and you shall never regret.
tough times bring changes ,
but heed not those blemishes.
Things unobserved remain beautiful,
Unscathed, virgin as in our day.
Stars of hope will shine in the navy sky;
Lustrous moonlight will shimmer bright.
And love will last till the end of time।

-with arnav.

6 Mar 2007


could there be hope?
could there be light?
could there be anything that is bright?

life has just ceased to be,
and here,sets this melancholy
god sent rhe rain
what good did it serve
when misty eyes saw it all before
it drained away all that was left
for me to clench on hug and pair.
the clouds made it all grey

grey grey was all around.

The winter rain washes it all...

A new beggining or another end ,
just to live it all over again.
The chill runs down my spine,
with the goosebumps tellin me a story not entirely mine.
The birds chirp, the trees sway,
the wind blows it all away.
The afternoon dotted,damped by the grey clouds,
me here, wants to shout out aloud.
Ha! the rain damps and blurs my speech,
and pushes forth this new beggining.
A new beggining or an end, to live it all over again.

an unfitting me...

far away;
a distant land
a distant memory;

around me,
a place unknownan
an unfitting me;

about me,
no one knows
maybe no one will;

for me;
a life to live
and an unguarded will;

My Liberator

My heart, it sobs;
My eyes, they weep;
As the time slogs,
and the clock sleeps.

The time seems to stop,
in face of a ravine deep,
Was here I to drop?
the light from the cloud gleams.

The light dazzles;
Shining , tearing away the gray.
Shimmering leaving sadness astray;
traveling and taking me along.

I live again;
I love again.
I fly awayI let the light take over me…

..My light my liberator

The song the blue bird sang..

I heard the rain ,
On my window panes;
I looked out ,
And saw not far about;
A blue bird,
On a branch,
carefully, perched.
It sang a song,
Yes to it, it belonged;
Hope in sorrow,
Life in existence,
Yes the bird sang,
The song for me..
The blue bird,
On a branch , carefully, perched.
It sang a song ,
Yes a song that was for me.

come again blue bird.

The question.

Some things have the same situation in life, as that of water enclosed in a rock.
This water in times to come will freeze in the rock and shatter it.
Who is to be blamed in such a scenario?
Is the water guilty of its nature…it is water’s nature to freeze.
Or is it the fault of the rock which enclosed water.
What does one do when faced with such a situation?
Cry and wail in despair. Or, in silent suffering, wait for the rock to be shattered.

This rock resembles the phases of life.
Time is water and life the flow.
Water freezes in the rocks and the flow stops for a moment.

Water never looses its identity but the flow changes forever…

A friend of mine suggested…

Be a rock through which water flows freely, easily.
Do not allow the water to freeze.
Do not allow any one to control the flow…control you.

You are your biggest strength. Do not go looking about for security.

I have a question…

What is that kind of a rock through which water passes easily?
Porous rocks…will it be a rock then?
A cold heart…an indifferent heart…one which is not affected by anything.
Is this the price one has to pay?

Far. wild.

Trying to get worn to being,
Trying to wing the first trip;
Trying to soar above emotions,
Working against the denominations.
Cracking the mould of demureness,
Breaking free of the harness;

Running far…
Running wild…
And the incongruity: no delight.

Living with the Demonisation of thoughts,
And the articulation:
Of love with lust;
Of passion with rebellion;
And of crossroads with choice…

Running far…
Running wild...
With no providence in sight.