"Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair"

No end ever ends

No beginnings

No pointers in the speedometers

Comfortably drenched

In the waters down the shore

Measures, depths, hours, needs

Non existent to my saline skin

The compass

Failing at all navigations

For the magnetic poles

Are running away from the centre

Hysteria Hysteria

My plight calls

feeding me with definitions

A plunge, a fall…

beyond the conjugation of parallels

…………...measures, parameters, qualities, worthiness.............

life doesn’t answer questions, it helps frame them… expectations to out do the other, even if it requires to dip out self, grows every second, every day....

why are we looking to fill empty spaces? Rather measure self at least once, find self at least once in the most ancient of the human conditions

…I will meet myself again there and I will know…

The brush strokes haunt me, for the messages they propagated. The reflections in the mirror said enough or perhaps they didn't, about the false being within. When I would have wanted it to be a transient fragment, it just doesn’t let me muster out. May be that is just the part and parcel or perhaps the mandatory criteria for everyone to breathe the same air as that of the “society”…

"Society, you're a crazy breed. I hope you're not lonely, without me" - from Society by Eddie Vedder.

if I could rise up

as a Homer's character

and call for ruler

to ebb the inevitable

if I could call you

before its too late

and move my pawns upon you

casting alchemy

if I were to ever know

to define needs and desires

to be hysterically deviant

before it mattered

if I could have seen

what it would been

walking pavements with you

and having an alfresco meal

if I would have keyed

my grandfather’s watch

to exist again in the moment

and dwell on the thought

if I were to ever understand

the sound of clock and

fading pulse of our hearts

to be nigh analogues

if I could have

seen the world’s ends

and ranged my life

between the extremes

if I could have

borrowed your wings

for a span dolled over time

till the lapse of angst

could this be gnarling fate?

or just our folly?

leaving bated breaths and sighs

for there is no time
for there is no tomorrow

to accord with or may be confute

all the static beliefs and floating IFs

My being vehement for not-concealing “atrocities” of my ultra magnetic mind must not be misunderstood… after all, the entire world is where it is because of the slender fact that humans have been busy concealing themselves, wrenching to the bone...and still!!...the mordant soul beneath the plane of happiness (not to mention disoriented happiness similar to other corresponding emotions in “present mankind’s” atrocious definitions) claims it to be heartening for the fact that…we conceal ingeniously!!

undone journeys

where do they end?

passing through placid colours

even horizons pretend

scarlets of an early dawn

blues of a cold night

wondering about white dot

a cursed mole or a blurred divine?

is this misery?

on part of the ruler

albeit the clear sky

hearts not lighten enough to comply

behind the walls of disguise

we are piling up nickels

waiting for a serpent's kiss

palms hover around the grey clouds

the warm shallows hound us

to instill a spectacle, but

the zest, the zeal, all succumb

to the pale truth of social grail….

…and here we are, moving on and trying to veil….

where am I standing?

and I don’t really understand.....

horizons, rainy seasons and off season rains for that matter, infant crying for no good reason, being an infant for no good reason, sound of a bottle half filled with water when struck, frowns, national heritage, politikss, misery, fashion, money....

my disoriented profile of time leaves me between the "sky" and "why?"...I love moustaches!!!

ohh....I stopped only to realise I have come too far...searching and searching...may be I don’t even remember the way back...I wish I had marked my path in some sort of nerdy fashion...

I kept searching and kept digging into the dark...into the virgin realms of my world...places so dark where I could even have seen it’s eyes shine...but I still can’t find it...the only extra baggage on my way back are the memories of my ordeal...and that cent I found...

In this fourth dimension of matter that I am stuck in, I realised that it has been in my palm all the while...it has been inside me all the while...I have now emancipated from the worldly desires...after all I have found my sun!!!

the hair band slips away and so does the sand, neither of ‘em agree to house in my palm. hold on hold on...i used to be stanch believer of my alma mater…but now I happen to be beneath the shadow of this bizarre tree where cosmic forces conspire together to contradict the obvious…what do I do?? What do I do??

I need to catch my breath now, but I wasn’t running neither was I afraid and yet the lunatic in me urges me to prowl down the causeway… the flag on the spire of the temple is flying…but I don’t feel the gust…my heart is not shrinking, my pulse is not fading…the smell of earth is emboldening me to dwell on my stay here…may be even rinse away the idea of heading back…….

Let me dissolve

With this wind

Thwarts are too many

But not as many as sins

My eccentric revolution

Was I really me?

Or a false being within?

I let go

The bits of papers

Let them fly with the gust

Neither I have no choice

Nor I have an ironic gun

My eccentric revolution

Making me read

The unattributed passages

The words hitting

Faster then bullets

Precarious verbs, I read unperturbed

Was it me,

Or the soul flying,

Lying over that stream of falls

My eccentric revolution

I carry the mystic satchel

Replete with my true self

Untamed, free spirited soul

Confined within perceptions

Like a vividly colourless tree of desire

Floating in an acid bath

Burnt muscles and frail limbs

Unusual pigments in the leaves

My eccentric revolution

Chilling unjust, heaving melodies

Of my voyage to the never land

I see unsolved puzzles

Of broken bricks and bones

Creating shadows, within us

Every step I move towards you

 I find myself distant from truth

Then I reach this place

 Only to find myself under the sun

But here unlike elsewhere,

The light defines,

Contours of darkness

I confide in this darkness,

What I couldn’t tell you

For I was always condemned

I feel loved in this solitude

I sit by the river and see stones shaping

Just like, my muppet mind

I feel the bliss, I feel life 

From my experiences

Running the gamut from mountains to ponds,

I burn those puppets of papers

I say hello to the world

For there is no one to listen

But the trees and the wild...

             Here I am…..sitting on this bench placed at the end of the platform number 5 of this busy  railway station….deserted, dilapidated!…..its  rather an amusing thing….that how can anything being physically so close to life…to a humongous number of people passing across it every now and then, be so perpetually averted!….this bench must have bin here for a real long time….must have witnessed so many emotions….its wood has a sagginess in it from the drizzling that just happened….n here..at this moment…am a mere company to this bench….or probably the other way round…the droplets of water developing at the edges of its rot iron bars…waiting to fall….growing with patience… a lucent purity…as if it were emoting…emoting madness about its potency!…

                  Sitting there…I observe people and their profound expressions…some with a hint of happiness and some with agony…some are rather ironic…and some are just blunt…few eyes searching someone…few waiting to be found…frowns on a kid’s face!…holding his mother’s palm…for being disapproved for a candy…..jubilance on another kids face for receiving a rupee tip on the last chai cup of the day, he just sold…portraying an amalgamation of contrasting shades of life….my vision traced that kid who was headed towards the porch, walking with a sense of unbound excitement!…he goes up to a girl, sitting there…crying!…his younger sister probably…n shows her, his achievement of the day…..that one rupee coin….that one small glimmering coin!!….never imagined that such a small piece of metal would posses so much of energy….energy to actuate limitless happiness!…bringing  a wide smile on her face…with high acuteness…nothing had ever meant or seemed so rustic!!…so divine!!…those kids there…with no sense of antipathy against their fate…accept life!…and rather enjoy that moment…with no knowledge of the purple they might have to face ahead in life…their mind hasn’t evolved so much as to worry about it…making me realize again….ignorance after all is bliss!!…..

                  That small but rather intriguing period of time that I spent on that bench…made me realize…world is not that big a chaos…n happiness isn’t a royalty at all…it just takes a ‘spark’…’smile’ being its absolute metaphor in this case….to ignite happiness…                                       

Percussions…..why call a strike of two palms-a clap…calling aint no big deal....agreed!!….why use it to applaud…to felicitate…its juz a sound after all….n not even a rhythmic one…....why do people celebrate over the birth of their progeny and not mourn when they don’t stutter while cribbing about the vandalism of the race by population growth….as if own offspring doesn’t add to the population…I mean am not being a sadist or something but ya…I do have a point there don’t I?....traits of narcissus utterly predominant…

Evolution of a soul is primarily thought to be achieved if one can confine peace in one’s soul….nirvana as many refer to….a state which is considered to be closer to god….closer to happiness…..well then having said that…being high with what ever mode one uses makes u happy from inside…….makes you forget all menace the world today is facing….so is getting high one of the ways to get acquainted with god…??....

The imprint of the image just seen by a naked eye….stays for few milli seconds…is that a apparition??........hallucination….or is there a fine line separating what is real and what is not??.....may be there is……may be there is not….may be every thing we see is real…..may be it Is not….

Evolution of emotions

And unheard remarks

Frowns going profound

Thoughts confined to mere arcs

For all moves and motives

Questioning is never escaped

Diversions being enforced

And self beliefs are erased

Marooning the soul

And pursuing the enforced

Engrossed in contemplations

Questing for the ray of hope

Breathing in the epidemic

Gawking at all delusion

Bestowed on the globe

Collars are left sodden

Undue gripes

Chasing the unknown

Nothing to look forward to

Seeds of desire, were never sown

Why get confined?

When we can soar high

Why not break apparitions?

There is no need to comply

Apparent blockade

To make the zeal glide

To never perturb

And never live to hide

 

Few wet palms

And minds on outrage

Our tumbling steps

Portraying an unclear image

Feeling tormented

Passing by the gust

And a bitter torrent

Desires fed to rust

 

An unknown destination

Where are we?

No questions answered

Shattering all smiles and glee

Making groped efforts

Dwelling on with monotony

Apprehending complex jargon

LIFE- a seeming irony

 

We keep moving ahead

Searching for the rye

The quest never ends

Chasing everything under the sky

Life gets confined

Nothing seems in reach

Like an untamed barrel

With a clogging in the breech

 

Elusion of such fiasco

Demands great adherence

And a rational road

To thwart all pestilence

Hurdles after hurdles

Is synonymous to life

The road to transcendence

Is crammed with much strife

 

Yearning for the support

Yearning for the love

Ameliorating ahead

Trying to rise above

The toss of the coin

Let it end this day

Let’s end the talk of destiny

Let’s end this fray