Everytime we move

We as a species hold on to our narrow mind-set. The mind creates the illusion of order, so that we may not lose our sanity in the infinite vastness of it all. Somehow, this prevents our movement forwards...and for each step we take, we fall back by two.

Garden

Hear the silence of a golden bell,

Witness the colors that the blinded sell,

Taste the food of the empty air,

Watch the fall of the silent tear,

Abysmal sights for the fantastic mind,

Striving to move but still left behind,

A moment in time ripples across,

To the tune of a single grain tossed,

Infinitely do the waters glimmer,

As the future unfolds we feel the shiver,

The promise was a lie, and the lie a promise,

The gift of thought sanctified by death's kiss,

Inflicted the shadow upon the land we stand on,

Suffocated in the holds of the monstrous python,

The image of the ideal we hoped to achieve,

Now blurs and fades as we try to breathe,

And grip wildly on to the transient dreams,

Solicitous fate, now smoke it seems,

And at the edge of vision, share my sight,

Hold the body of Man, while the truth takes flight,

Fortune following the eternal question,

Was this progress, or my regression?

And blind, deaf and dumb we wander,

Back to the roots of the earthly mother...

The Black and White of things

Whenever I have faced a challenge, win or lose, I come out better. The sight of morning reminds us how important the night was, and the night makes us yearn for the light of day. Everything that tries to break us is an opportunity for us to rise above the ordinary. Pain and loss, reminds us about how precious some things were, and defeat makes us fight for victory.

Rebirth

When you can, walk away,

Drop the knife and forget the blade,

Maybe learn to fly today,

And let the memories slowly fade,

Forget the pain that proliferates,

Stop looking at the skies for signs again,

Forget the dark that obliterates,

And dare to dream of brighter days,

See your light and its infinite rays,

Don't stop to think of what you lose,

If you stand and begin to move,

And the hand that breaks your stride,

now blossoms into your pride,

For though we lose our strength to strive,

We push on through the eternal night,

And every single drop of hate,

Now withers away in front of fate,

And then you spread your angelic wings,

And rise to the skies on vermillion winds,

If not for my enemy, then what am I?

If not for sorrow, what's a smile?

Darker Nights I have known

In my everyday life, I see so many who believe that meaning can be derived out of their work, out of the money they earn, out of the respect they garner, out of the cars they own and so on. On a bad day, the calamity seems unbearable to them. Somehow, only those a footstep away from death can truly appreciate what it means to be alive. I strive to gain the same prespective. I try to live each second. I try to do more than I can, for I'll never get this chance again. In this moment, I will ask those who knew him to remember M.K. Sunil (good friend and class-mate), who went before his time. Bro, you opened my eyes...

Darker Nights I have known

Death, be my lover tonight,

Carry my form, and hold me tight,

Feed on my dreams, and kill my hopes,

Blanket me in your blissful, heathen coat,

Extricate my emotions and keep me numb,

Till my body crumbles and my soul slumps,

And from the ash of my birth, I return,

A child of passion , now reason is burnt...

Emptiness, be my lover tonight,

Remove me, the unforeseen blight,

And return me to your velvet womb,

As my bones remain in my earthern tomb,

Elevate my forsaken, hollow soul,

To regions of the nether, where the damned fall,

And caress me in your serpentine hold,

I am now dust, where once I was gold...

Apocalyse

War is the gift of ignorance. I cannot understand the minds that bend the will of man to war. The consequent death will mar, in my eyes, all victory and leave the soldiers as broken hollow shells. My ode to war...

Apocalyse

See me twisted, through the carnal glass,

This flesh is a shadow, of my spiritual cast,

Words do I rip, and souls I swallow,

Gaze into my eyes, for my heart is hollow,

Weapons birth me, the whore son of fate,

Families split apart, as I satiate,

the hunger of my hate, as I plunder,

Hark, hear the bodies torn asunder,

In dreams I live on, though I slumber now,

Raking the years, like the devil's plow,

Respect, though black, in my heart is bred,

Come son, lay your brother in bed,

For now his dreams are eternal, disturbed,

In nightmares he lives, forever numb,

Apocalypse,hear me now,

Before you arrive, listen for my shout,

The death knell of all that is Sacred,

and Man watches as his heart is bled...

In a world of words, a picture is abhorrent...

I do one thing well, or so I belive. I write poems. It started off as just another way to occupy my time, but it turned into something which I believe in ardently. Words, and the power they contain. The effect words have had on my life is amazing to me.

As a kid, I remember getting punished every day as I did not possess the ability to be silent. I was always outspoken, and always loud. I found a lot of solace in words, venturing into writing at an early age. I can still remember how I got into the "cool kid" group...it involved being able to speak the bard!!! It used to be something of an oddity then, as most of us were sports jocks. People expected the normal jock behaviour. But I ventured into the intellectually challenging world of plays. dramas, books and so on. It was something I loved doing, and I still enjoy it to this day.

When we are dust, and the last memory of who we were fades from the human psyche, the most enduring bits will be the words you spoke and the lines you wrote. In this I believe whole-heartedly. With the above said, I present my library of poems.

Risen

Consummated, in the fires of loss,

Faceless, destined to roam as a ghost,

What was held in a moment of pretending,

Now rises up, to watch the sun descending,

Pain and grief remain in her eyes like liquid frost,

She hurts herself, to cope with the hated force,

Of a life promised, and snatched away,

In singlets of sorrow, it starts to fade,

And then he opens her eyes to see,

Things that are and could've been,

Unforseen, like wolves in snow,

The seed of tomorrow begins to grow,

And the leaves spread out to touch the velvet sun,

Rejoice,rejoice, the change has begun,

Promises kept and lost are forgotten,

Monsters seem her child, ill-begotten,

For tomorrow is indeed another day,

Mistakes of her past don't surface today,

Now shunned, now loved, now risen,

The rose blossoms in her vision...

A drop of sound in an ocean of silence

Art is the ultimate human ability. I am fascinated by the ability of certain people to create something beautiful out of nothing. I do not talk here of artists who merely reproduce an existing image. I speak of true artists who create meaning from abstraction.

Recently, I was visited by the urge to create something. My talent is sadly limited to my words. I am completely tone-deaf and my art makes me look like I have hand-eye co-ordination issues. Keeping the aforementioned in mind, I nevertheless decided to try my hand at charcoal art. The below is my contribution to the wonderful world of art.

The first one is my favourite. This one came out free and without design. The image is of a tree, but there are a bunch of people trying to ascend the tree. But on one of its branches hangs a silhouette, which looks suspiciously like a hanging man. Then of course there is the imagery of a concerned eye looking on the futile attempts of the people. I have an idea of what this represents. What do you think it shows?

The second one is also something real. I named it "Duality". And once again, I have no idea why. This again is something that came out free and without structure. The abstraction here being that of a woman torn between worlds. On one side is the comfort of the familiar - the routine that we grow into, the people who we deem are necessary, the world which we decide we cannot do without. On the other side is the unknown realm of non-conformism - the dark abyss without the safety net, the utter desolation of loneliness, the silent growth into knowing oneself truly and without boundary. Once again, I would love to hear your take on it, for I'm learning this myself.

Evolution is the sum of its failures...

Today morning I opened the paper to read the above article. Long story short, boy dies bungee jumping. What makes this something for me to pay attention to is that I truly believe I could've been that boy.

One of my friends had spotted this bungee thing about 4 weeks before this kid died. He was absolutely insistent that we all go for it. When I was asked about it, I immediately knew that this is something that I will NOT do. Here's how my life goes.

a) I percieve options.

b) My gut leaps with joy or sinks with doubt

c) I immediately follow my gut-instinct

I have seen the hand of destiny work around me so close, that the last thing I will do is disregard it. I have had so many personal miracles work for me that it is difficult for me to believe that the universe does not have a design. Life works out best when your life is in sync with the flow of the universe around you.

The signs are quite vivid. We choose to ignore or see the signs. The ability to see your action as a seperate person (or a third person) is a powerful skill. Ancient japanese warriors were capable of a discipline where when they enter battle, they were able to see their actions as a third person - devoid of ego, devoid of distraction and devoid of fear. The mind evolves long before the body begins to see the need to. The mind can see the hidden print - when I see a bungee jumping crane, I can see the points of failure. When my mind is not comfortable with the various scenarios that have already been played out in my thoughts, it signals doubt in the form of a physical reaction. This reaction is what I call gut instinct.

The will to survive is an amazing force within the human psyche. If you feel an overwhelming fear which you have no explanation to, I suggest you rethink what you are going to do. 9 times out of 10, that fear is your mind highlighting points of failure in your future course of action.