15 August 2012
14 August 2012
Genesis of Eternity
Do you remember how it all
began?
Strangers in a milieu without
any plan,
The past, a pleasant blur with
transient memory,
Drifting mirages trying to
cross the shifting boundary,
Chaos reigned, just a mind-numbing
rush,
Life was struggling with a desire
to crush,
Hit by refracted light,
staring into eternity,
A leap of faith that we took
for posterity,
The restless back-waters of
life, trying to sail,
Two lonesome travellers with a
story to tell,
Meandering aimlessly without
any baggage,
Wish I could write all about
that voyage …
Life
Life was a dream, I stay awake
for the impossible ones,
Life was an unending story
till the morning light beckons,
Life was lost in the unending
crevice of emptiness,
Life is regained in the
eternal search for solace,
Life was a song, whose meaning
I didn’t understand,
Life was the flickering light
from shadows that demand,
Life remained on a
merry-go-round that never stood still,
Life is reaching its
destination as the promise fulfills,
Life was the forgotten friend,
who never turned back,
Life went adrift with memories
in the backpack,
Life kept fading away in the
mirror rearview,
Life is the Lost Star which will
never bid adieu …
Journey
I don't remember when the
journey began,
Following a beacon which seem
to outran,
Hitchhiking myself on a path
unknown,
Memories turned into muted
headstones,
A storm came rushing through
the silence of the night,
Slight hesitance in the desire
to look into the light,
Pregnant with new lightnings
it panned,
I was friends with solitude;
did I need a stranger's hand?
To guide me through unending
labyrinth,
Dropped my reins before hope's
plinth,
I don't need to know how the
journey will end,
The ventriloquist of my soul
will figure the bend...
The Lamppost
Sounds of darkness wading through misty air,
A solitary lamppost on a road to nowhere,
With a marmoreal calm, against the ridges of time,
The lamppost awaits a morning sublime …
Why wait for some vague distant futurity?
The dawn may arrive with a vignette that’s sketchy,
Steal the darkness from the chasm of the night,
Turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright,
Shine against the tapestry of the path gone astray,
Chaperon the lost, bring an end to life’s crossway,
You are the destiny of the trinkets from past,
Meandering thoughts crave for you at last,
The lone lamppost on the pathway of existence,
A guiding star to fulfill life’s essence …
A solitary lamppost on a road to nowhere,
With a marmoreal calm, against the ridges of time,
The lamppost awaits a morning sublime …
Why wait for some vague distant futurity?
The dawn may arrive with a vignette that’s sketchy,
Steal the darkness from the chasm of the night,
Turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright,
Shine against the tapestry of the path gone astray,
Chaperon the lost, bring an end to life’s crossway,
You are the destiny of the trinkets from past,
Meandering thoughts crave for you at last,
The lone lamppost on the pathway of existence,
A guiding star to fulfill life’s essence …
The Lonely Cloud
A lonely cloud once crept in
to my room,
“I just want to be where
shadows don’t loom,
They befriend my shadow and
leave me in the lurch,
While I stand there like the
lone candle in a church,
Facing a silent retreat into
an oasis of stillness,
I pause to master the art of
thoughtlessness.”
A touch of regression in the
cloud’s monotone,
I was torn asunder by a
spectre so lone,
“Just think of yourself as a
for the nonce creation,
To embark on a nonpareil journey
of redemption,
You achieve a concinnity of
the earth and the heaven,
Intrigue us all and mesmerize without
a reason,
Like the lonesome
thought-messengers, who rue,
You are the elixir of
eternity, the reason for being true … YOU re-gained
Time was trying to imitate my
existence
Unfolding of reality was just
pretence,
The lease of life was nearing
its extinction,
Only a whiff of YOU could get
back the admiration.
YOU ask me “How can I guide
you? I’m myself lost,
Bilking from the thought of
nights when they frost.
I upbraided the enlightened
soul for baring it all,
Never wanted again to stake my
wherewithal.”
I said, “The fruition of our
life is through its passage,
Doubts - the traitorous craven
will cause a ravage,
But if YOU can feel your
lotusland come alive,
Embrace the wind that was so
eager to deprive.
The wind will be the harbinger
of your essence,
My life will no longer be,
just a pretence …”The Lost Ship
A lost ship on its elusive
search for freedom,
Found itself hesitant while
crossing the chasm,
It had wandered off to the
trodden road,
Tried crossing the waters with
a light borrowed,
The light got dimmer, remnants
of the shadows remained,
The chasm grew wider while
tethered clouds volplaned,
To bottomless perdition lay
the road ahead,
Just open spaces with nowhere
to tread.
The predicament of the moment
was where to be,
Forever ruing the unanswered
calls of uncertainty,
With destiny in sight it was
difficult to stray,
A vertiginous perspective led
it to doomsday,
While the ship reveled in its
abyssal sense of loss,
The still cerulean waters
continued to crisscross …
Fragments of YOU
Fragments of YOU lay scattered
in the mind’s landscape,
A visceral feeling enshrined
and I stood there agape,
Light from the bright eclipse
brings a new dawn,
A bewildered soul found the
visages were gone.
The kaleidoscope of YOU had a
dizzying effect,
A poetic license for my mind
to finally defect,
I wandered off the trodden
path trying to go astray,
This is where I find myself,
amidst glorious uncertainties I lay.
I was groping for a flicker of
hope and time stood still,
Then realised that it was YOU
who made me feel,
The sun and the mirror within
the realm of your space,
Lit up the colors of life and
against time they race,
I don’t believe there’s a
Heaven, but if there was to be,
It would be the journey of
life in pursuit of YOU for eternity …
A picture
The giant wheel of time was on
its whimsical spins,
Left imprints on the empty
roads going widdershins,
White swans in the black water
were just an illusion,
But the mirage says adieu and
dreams beckon.
The keys to my verdant dreams
got lost in the milieu,
While I was waiting for
someone, sometime to show,
The road ahead to the
never-ending Armageddon,
When a LOST STAR made me
realize all of a sudden …
A picture of YOU is all that
matters,
For the kite to follow the
rhythm of feathers,
Their imprints overshadow all
my failures,
While time lost its way and
life ushers,
All the moments of realization
turn into nothingness,
I step out into the world to
find YOU in this wilderness …
Here’s to YOU
I looked into her eyes with a
sedulous spirit,
Shadows of clouds were beating
a hasty retreat,
The rigmarole of life didn’t
bother me any more,
Me and myself now had the
eternity to soar.
All this while I was going
widdershins around YOU,
My road of life was lined with
conurbations that rue,
This syncretism had obscured
my view over the hill,
The wind had euchred me making
time stand still.
But then YOU came with your
zeal to constellate,
My pointillistic dreams were
back to narrate,
The story of how they had lost
sight of the sky,
The light from the clouds made
these revenants fly,
Your words doused the color of
hope on me,
The refection of me had now
only YOU to see …
Travesty of dreams
The air around me smells of
eternal existence,
That’s when I agonized it was
YOUR presence,
Dark alleys were lit from the
light of the (lost) star,
The pains of destiny left the door
ajar.
YOU were a recumbent goldfish
in a fishbowl,
Looking for a place to hide,
to caress YOUR soul,
Winds of change came riding
through the open door,
YOU woke up in my arms being
washed ashore,
The portentous sea in YOU
wants to come out,
The gushing waves of emotions
discomfortingly shout,
“Let us go free, we don’t want
to desiccate,”
YOU know they are true, but
you still procastinate.
The mirage of YOU thought I
was a pariah,
Threw me down to justify their
Karma.
I fell into the lap of
never-ending reality,
The moments with YOU were
there for eternity …
A touch of YOU
Today you showed me a
reflection of me,
You were standing on the
roadside, nowhere to see,
A red halo surrounded your
soul, the color of sun in a cloud-filled bowl,
Your feet sounded like the
cries of my shadow for the eternal soul.
Your smile was shining on the
stairway to heaven,
I was walking with you and
eternity felt like even,
I cried out, “All I want from
you is, you”,
Me the morning grass, you the
morning dew,
Your touch from Heaven eases
my pain,
Like the big black smoke
coming out of the train.
I hide from the morning sun as
it makes me cry,
You soak my tears in your
cradle, and back to Heaven you fly,
Your touch paints the color of
hope on me,
The refection of me had now
only YOU to see …
A feather’s fancy flight
The wind had brought a whiff
of schwarmerei from the past,
Dust had obscured the view of
my journey till the last,
The boat was rocking in the
turbulence of life with nowhere to anchor,
The never-ending roads like a
Matryoshka led to the solitary Preacher,
A white feather from nowhere
lay on the edifice of rationality,
And tried to decimate the
pains of emotional instability.
I could hear the feather
trying to say something,
Diapasons of happy voices
echoed out of nothing,
The feather while in motion
appeared so self-consciously solemn,
I stood and gazed in amazement
at the genesis of eternity’s realm.
Radiance from the feather
lights up the alley, the wind in its flight clears up the dust,
Happy voices were talking to
me, telling me the story of a future gone past,
The lightness of the feather
gave me the strength to weigh anchor,
The Preacher in this world
of brevity finally became the Sinner … Wishing for YOU
Shades of your voice echo in
the hallowed halls of hope,
I gaze up at the stars and saw
a veritable chaos in scope,
The oracle in you had
grubstaked the act of me being me,
Without you now I find myself
in a tourbillion of mimicry.
While the eternal
fortune-teller was trying to pretence,
I now felt the bedizened
misery of my fractional existence,
Now when I cannot see you
sparkle like the morning drizzles,
My dreams are lost in the
smorgasbord of rhymes and reasons.
But then when I see you up
there in the starry eolian sky,
My dreams all come back to me
as I see you happy to fly,
The leitmotif of all my wishes
have always been this visage,
I wished not to see a moment
of sadness in your entourage,
Your shadows will light the
nidus of my road ahead,
Our yesterday will be your
tomorrow is a wish that I made …At The Crossroads of Dreams
The lament of peace is the
essence of the sempiternal posterity,
The sky wails while the volplaning time personifies unsung mortality,
Clouds maunder unhindered in their endless winding path,
The impervious life tries to bind them with a comfortable wrath.
The sky wails while the volplaning time personifies unsung mortality,
Clouds maunder unhindered in their endless winding path,
The impervious life tries to bind them with a comfortable wrath.
The prepossessing free fall
beckons me to the cradle of nothingness,
An adscititious spirit of
freedom gives way to the noisome darkness,
I was cocooned in my tower
keeping a watch for impending disaster,
Never realised that the
foundation of my tower was going to fritter.
I found myself at the
crossroads of desire and the clouds,
With only a divarication
between the two eternal doubts,
The clouds show me the winding
road to never-ending peace,
While my desires are always
given away on lease,
The disparate soul chooses to
let go off the acquisitive desire,
My eccentric dreams are still
dreaming for peace to retire …
You (2)
My expectation from life was
that of defeat,
The voices in my head went on
to repeat,
“You are just a fleeting
moment of time,
In this bewildering web of
reason and rhyme”
But then I saw the sun shine
with your borrowed light,
My palaver with life was now a
mere existentialist fight,
Your voice was floating like a
zephyr of hope,
My deflagrated soul was just
learning to cope.
My defeats suddenly formed
wings of their own,
Went off on their fancy flight
- I could hear their incessant drone,
Their departure made me agnize
the worth of defeat,
My expectation had been buried
deep inside life’s retreat.
But then came the vision of
YOU in this mélange of life,
That’s when I surrendered my
desire for immortal strife …
The Lost Star
I was walking on the way to
eternal nothingness,
When a star came and said, “I’ve
lost my darkness,
Without darkness I can’t see
the light,
The night just pauses in its
own endless flight.”
The harbinger of faith borrows
a soulful of flame,
I was coming back to life from
the halls of fame,
With the flame, darkness in
disguise comes along,
The visage of the star in
misty white met it headlong,
The darkness illuminated the
road ahead,
The star was caught in too
many threads,
Her limitless mettlesome
spirit became an oriflamme,
The chaos amidst the silence
made her proclaim,
“I am no longer the lost star
in eternity,
I am now your solitary
posterity…”
Light from the shadows
I saw your shadows on a
star-filled night,
With a caesura of a drawn
breath I held on tight,
Shadows can’t lie, they
couldn’t even exist,
But I found myself immersed
within your mist.
The chains of my past were
drifting me apart,
While I was dreaming of
yesterday depart,
The chains of glass had a
reflection of YOU,
A little girl with wings above
you flew,
The candle in your soul
‘cracked’ the glass chains,
My shadows crept out and cried
“Freedom reigns,”
The light from your shadow
kills my past,
I revel in this menagerie of
life at last.
My argument with life
Life and I were having an
argument,
“I did not know you were dead,
so I didn’t lament,
For me, you were just a
history of contradictions,
For others, you might be a
source of addiction.”
Life smiled and said, “Haven’t
I taught you to be you?”
Gave you dreams and made you
see HER in the milieu?”
I came back from the distant
eternity and realised,
For whom the bells tolled, for
whom they chimed.
It was life that made me see
YOU, walking on the morning grass,
Beautiful beyond hope, beyond
all dreams surpass,
Life whispered in me, “I am
your shooting star”
That’s when I realised, life
just got closer than ever…
And everything came to naught
I looked out the window it was
raining,
Could it be my tears, like
raindrops falling?
You know, once I had been
there to heaven,
Everything I saw was normal,
pretty much even,
Life there also was a
bricolage of events,
They were just people around,
those considered saints.
And I cried, oh my God, I
cried,
The clouds hid my tears and
there they dried.
So I came down to land and
said, “I won’t pray”,
I don’t want my destiny to be
an endless day,
That was when the clouds began
to weep,
My teardrops came down and
soaked me deep,
Then I realised, drenched in
my thought,
Apart from YOU, everything
comes to naught…
You
Your face was a mesh of
darkness and light,
My mind was flying like the
small red kite,
Streetlight on your face
shines like rays of sun,
I wish I could unwind time and
finish what’s undone.
The red kite gets entangled in
its own thread,
Something is pushing it down
towards its own death,
A streak of red light falls on
your face,
A reflection of the red kite
from a far distant place.
If your eyes was the destiny
of the small red kite,
Why let it go away in its own
fancy flight?
Your soul burning bright
shines the road ahead,
But that’s a path which I
never want to tread,
I would just like to be the
small red kite in the sky,
You just hold on to my
lifeline, don’t let me fly.
The Dot
“I’m so insignificant!”
screamed the tiny speck of dot,
Nobody understands me, never
gives me a thought,
I wish I could be the creator
of me,
I’ll still be the dot and not
change humanity,
But I’ll just want to give
myself away,
Just consider me a part of the
whole, a part in the play,
Maybe now I’ve fallen from
grace,
But once I was up there,
someone with a face,
Before you erase me with a
sleight of hand,
A word of caution – beware,
it’s a quicksand,
Just remember these stairs
going down,
That’s where you’ll find me,
that’s where I’ll be gone…
The body or the soul?
I am standing beneath a ray of
light,
But somehow I just can’t see,
A mordant figure with a cross,
Is showing me the stairs to
flee.
Submission is the theme of
life,
There seems to be struggle
inside,
There’s always a bloody
strife.
How I wish my soul could fly
out,
Beyond all these reasonable
doubts,
I say, let the soul get
trapped in this riddle of lives,
The body is free to soar…it
still thrives…
Is anybody listening?
I am singing in front of an
audience,
All of them are TVs; there is
no silence,
I am singing, but there are no
words coming out,
The audience is just
chattering beyond any doubt,
Who will I sing for? Who will
I lie?
I need someone for whom I can
die.
Nobody seems to listen
anymore.
There’s no blood on the
streets, why are they so gore?
I have seen streets that race
beyond time,
There are dead people on
streets, they just seem to pile,
How can I sing when people
don’t listen?
I’ll live someday, please
don’t hasten,
I just want to sing all alone
now,
I’ll live for somebody,
someday…that’s my vow!
The color of life
All my shadows are in the
dark,
They’re just screaming, they
seem to bark,
They are saying “Take what you
get or get what you want”
I need some answers, but I
just can’t,
Life somehow loses all color
for me,
Was there ever a color or was
it just me?
Have you ever heard a color
speak?
They do cry, sometimes they
weep,
What’s the color of life - the
colors ask me,
How can you say when you just
can’t see?
The shadows from the dark cry
out,
We are here – does our
existence means naught?
I don’t believe that shadows
have color,
Without them the world seems
so smaller,
So I ask them, what is life’s
color?
Life? What life? There’s only
a vapor…
A story of hope
The morning becomes darker,
the night becomes brighter,
Suddenly it feels like the world is all over me,
And everything seems to be more hollower,
It's a pleasant feeling to be all-alone,
It feels like you are etched on a stone,
A mid-summer night's dream – does it really exist?
Are all of us alive, or is it just a pretext?
The music suddenly loses all sense to me,
All that it stood for, all that it's meant to be,
Hold on, there's still the morning sun,
It'll play all the songs for me…
It just seems that now I can see…
The morning becomes brighter, the night doesn't come,
Suddenly it feels like I'm over the dome…
Suddenly it feels like the world is all over me,
And everything seems to be more hollower,
It's a pleasant feeling to be all-alone,
It feels like you are etched on a stone,
A mid-summer night's dream – does it really exist?
Are all of us alive, or is it just a pretext?
The music suddenly loses all sense to me,
All that it stood for, all that it's meant to be,
Hold on, there's still the morning sun,
It'll play all the songs for me…
It just seems that now I can see…
The morning becomes brighter, the night doesn't come,
Suddenly it feels like I'm over the dome…
Travails of life
Beyond the shattered earth
does lie,
My dreams, my body, my mind, I…
I can't seem to see the morning sun,
Clouds seem like ashes in an urn,
Over the hills, there seems to be a valley,
A valley that is trapped, like a mind in an alley,
Just can't seem to remember me,
Just can't see no reason to be,
I wish I could make my soul
flee…My dreams, my body, my mind, I…
I can't seem to see the morning sun,
Clouds seem like ashes in an urn,
Over the hills, there seems to be a valley,
A valley that is trapped, like a mind in an alley,
Just can't seem to remember me,
Just can't see no reason to be,
(So that) beyond the shattered earth didn't lie,
My dreams, my body, my mind, I.
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