I am a shade dissolved
in the silhouettes from my past.
Where shrill gets no ears.
And hope is stuck, in a,
precipitation cycle.
Evaporated by vexatious malice.
Sentiments sedimented,
by musical centrifuge,
lost otherwise.
A condescending stare,
is all I win,
from my mocking self,
forgetting the bonds akin.
A weary mast longing for sails,
in this stormy night.
Driven by a drunken sailor,
forcing it to stay upright.
Breaking this illusion,
moonlight came in,
gushing through my grave.
Carrying my crimson soul,
to a dimension unknown.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Descrambled memory fragments
Yes I was daunted,by the
dark demonic dungeon dance
that was going on
for sometimes now.
But then, the capricious judge,
of my every act,
wasn't wary,
of the consequences.
As the trance halted,
and my vision narrowed,
all that was left,
was silence and myself.
An inhuman presence,
encroached upon my,
scintillating soul,
devouring its righteousness.
Later, there came upon,
a moth attracted,
to a feebly flickering,
fragile light.
Like an arch angle,
it lifted my spirit,
liberating it,
from a vexatious chasm.
dark demonic dungeon dance
that was going on
for sometimes now.
But then, the capricious judge,
of my every act,
wasn't wary,
of the consequences.
As the trance halted,
and my vision narrowed,
all that was left,
was silence and myself.
An inhuman presence,
encroached upon my,
scintillating soul,
devouring its righteousness.
Later, there came upon,
a moth attracted,
to a feebly flickering,
fragile light.
Like an arch angle,
it lifted my spirit,
liberating it,
from a vexatious chasm.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Sempiternal Thoughts
Like the rain drops ,
These thoughts they wet,
My dry mind, enriching it,
Making fertile.
Sowing the faith seeds,
Those that grow,
Convulsively randomly,
Initially.
Later on,breaking
That claustrophobic box,
They compete to be,
The most desirable.
Like nymp they seduce,
Trickery and treachery,
Making me fall,
For a tasteless fruit.
Walking every alluring path,
Where music leads my way,
And the numbness sets in,
With every step I take.
The one that clings on,
Hides behind,
An obscure veil,
Growing on a ruddy ground.
Feeding on the melody,
Of slience and birds,
Bathing in the orange hue,
And, dim argenous light.
A gaze at which, transforms
A stormy ocean, to a clam lake.
Where in one finds a stipulation,
Triggering a never ending will to fight.
These thoughts they wet,
My dry mind, enriching it,
Making fertile.
Sowing the faith seeds,
Those that grow,
Convulsively randomly,
Initially.
Later on,breaking
That claustrophobic box,
They compete to be,
The most desirable.
Like nymp they seduce,
Trickery and treachery,
Making me fall,
For a tasteless fruit.
Walking every alluring path,
Where music leads my way,
And the numbness sets in,
With every step I take.
The one that clings on,
Hides behind,
An obscure veil,
Growing on a ruddy ground.
Feeding on the melody,
Of slience and birds,
Bathing in the orange hue,
And, dim argenous light.
A gaze at which, transforms
A stormy ocean, to a clam lake.
Where in one finds a stipulation,
Triggering a never ending will to fight.
Friday, August 5, 2011
A windy monsoon night experience
I am sitting on the terrace plugged in,(Time Flies-Porcupine Tree)surrounded by dancing silhouette of the green beings on a full moon night, where a clear glowing sliver light is flickering faintly, an ecstatic effect created by monsoon clouds, being drifted away by the soothing wind which kisses the leaves as it passes by,(Clocks-Coldplay). The chill is now creeping me out but my subconscious is waging and winning every war against the most logical arguments put forth by my consciousness, (Carnival of Rust-PotF). I know I am not a were-wolf, still I am attracted to this white object floating above, revolving meaninglessly around another one who is constantly falling for the one it wishes to meet,(Fear of a Blank Planet-Porcupine Tree) oblivious to the fate that all are just space dust, being carried away by that divine current where everyone travels once in a while, as they loose control over their thoughts.
Good night guys.(Sentimental-Porcupine Tree)
Good night guys.(Sentimental-Porcupine Tree)
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Unbottled verses
Satan is pulling me up,
Angels are pushing me down.
I don't want no heaven or hell,
Coz earth is where I belong.
Scream my name once,
And I'll be freed-
From this enigmatic illusion,
Leading me to a distant reality.
Somewhere down the lane,
Lies the fusion,
Which my mind always seek-
Pure fiction, mythical creatures,
No superpowers,
But brute force and tricks.
And I am not the only one,
Feeling the fall while I am asleep.
Carefully I speak,
In the presence of brittle walls
Which supports the steel city.
As it promised me to attain new heights,
Climbing the crumbling stairs.
Where once reaching a floor above,
Makes me a cannible of my human thoughts.
Angels are pushing me down.
I don't want no heaven or hell,
Coz earth is where I belong.
Scream my name once,
And I'll be freed-
From this enigmatic illusion,
Leading me to a distant reality.
Somewhere down the lane,
Lies the fusion,
Which my mind always seek-
Pure fiction, mythical creatures,
No superpowers,
But brute force and tricks.
And I am not the only one,
Feeling the fall while I am asleep.
Carefully I speak,
In the presence of brittle walls
Which supports the steel city.
As it promised me to attain new heights,
Climbing the crumbling stairs.
Where once reaching a floor above,
Makes me a cannible of my human thoughts.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Noticeable fragmentation
Whenever I hear the words, "Rich are becoming richer and poor are becoming poorer.", or "20% of the people in a country are controlling 80% of the money", time starts to rollback for me to a period in my 6th grade when for the first time in my history class, I heard the term 'cast system' which was practiced by people in ancient India comprising of Harijans, Shudras, Vashistas, Kshatriyas, Brahmins and the King. Coming back in real time I realise that our society is in a same situation as then, where there is a virtual(unsaid) 'cast system' in which people are divided among the castes mentioned previously:
1.Shudras(unskilled workers: modern labourers)
2.Vashistas(skilled traders, merchants, craftsman, minor officials: modern middle class)
3.kshatriyas(Soilders: both then and now)
4.Bhramins(Smart, selfish and cunning people: those rich corrupt politicians and MNC owners)
5.Harijans(Untouchables: modern beggers)
6.And finally the King[dom](controlled by Brahmins: "Government" in today's world, where the king is a a piece of chessboard maneuvered by the players(politicians))
And this what I decipher is a "mayajal" (matrix) as mentioned in Bhagwad Gita, which is so obvious yet inevitable to every living being. This imbalance in wealth distribution which leads to the 'Cast system' is that inevitable phenomenon creating the mayajal, as it is in human nature to exploit each and every oppurtunity to gain as much materialistic advantage as he can over others.
Lets take and example of our own coutry India, consider the time when India got freedom as the midpoint between the two extrimities where castism lies. Now at that midpoint the boundaries of castism(supported not by work but by the cast you belong to) were diminishing and seeded were those which were supported by the kind of work a person does. And now was the time for what I categorise as Brahmins, who created those big industries and hired Vashistas(management) to controll the Shudras(labourers), the process which brought business for India promising a bright future where ideally everyone is striving to achieve the same status in a society (an illusion where those people in the lower cast are running on a treadmill).
I am not against the idea of creating industries(which is the highest honor an individual can do to a country, after our soldiers fighting on the borders, as it brings in business and creates employment which inturn helps Indian economy bloom while helping an individual earn bread and develop skills). But in this process, of creating industries those politicians and lazy regulatory authorities pitch in for their share, and ruin its essence. Politicians, those Brahmins of the modern world, whose families, i think, in later years will be the only ones who will be able to afford a ticket to world cup or have leisure time spent on developing any of their sports hobbies which will be impossible for a normal person who'll be busy earning bread for his family.
I would like to conclude by saying that India's treasure identified by Nandan Nilekani - human capital - is not for the people on the top to consume for their benifits, but for their own(individuals of the conuntry) to utilize, share and advance unbounded by their treadmill fate trying their best to defragment our society.
1.Shudras(unskilled workers: modern labourers)
2.Vashistas(skilled traders, merchants, craftsman, minor officials: modern middle class)
3.kshatriyas(Soilders: both then and now)
4.Bhramins(Smart, selfish and cunning people: those rich corrupt politicians and MNC owners)
5.Harijans(Untouchables: modern beggers)
6.And finally the King[dom](controlled by Brahmins: "Government" in today's world, where the king is a a piece of chessboard maneuvered by the players(politicians))
And this what I decipher is a "mayajal" (matrix) as mentioned in Bhagwad Gita, which is so obvious yet inevitable to every living being. This imbalance in wealth distribution which leads to the 'Cast system' is that inevitable phenomenon creating the mayajal, as it is in human nature to exploit each and every oppurtunity to gain as much materialistic advantage as he can over others.
Lets take and example of our own coutry India, consider the time when India got freedom as the midpoint between the two extrimities where castism lies. Now at that midpoint the boundaries of castism(supported not by work but by the cast you belong to) were diminishing and seeded were those which were supported by the kind of work a person does. And now was the time for what I categorise as Brahmins, who created those big industries and hired Vashistas(management) to controll the Shudras(labourers), the process which brought business for India promising a bright future where ideally everyone is striving to achieve the same status in a society (an illusion where those people in the lower cast are running on a treadmill).
I am not against the idea of creating industries(which is the highest honor an individual can do to a country, after our soldiers fighting on the borders, as it brings in business and creates employment which inturn helps Indian economy bloom while helping an individual earn bread and develop skills). But in this process, of creating industries those politicians and lazy regulatory authorities pitch in for their share, and ruin its essence. Politicians, those Brahmins of the modern world, whose families, i think, in later years will be the only ones who will be able to afford a ticket to world cup or have leisure time spent on developing any of their sports hobbies which will be impossible for a normal person who'll be busy earning bread for his family.
I would like to conclude by saying that India's treasure identified by Nandan Nilekani - human capital - is not for the people on the top to consume for their benifits, but for their own(individuals of the conuntry) to utilize, share and advance unbounded by their treadmill fate trying their best to defragment our society.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Leaking thoughts
The title of this blogpost is that of the 4th poem I'hv ever wrote, but I think it suits more on this para . Before entering in the blogging world, of which I have misconception that its boring(as I haven't read much blogs myself except for those whose links I have followed from facebook) and that in later years there will be a shift towards faceblogging(blogs on facebook website), that social networking monster which eats up about 40% of our waking time(haven't done a survey yet, but this is what I have noticed from people around me), what I think Zuckerburg would do is that he'll collaborate with US govenment and allow people to create pages using their Social Security Number so that there would no anonymity, wierd but if this gets implemented in any country then we'll stop getting friend requests from people who find heaven when someone accepts request from a fake profile that they have created.
Enough of the Facebook, which out of nowhere keeps on poping in my mind like those unwanted ads on internet.So I was talking about the title of my first blog "Leaking Thoughts", which I think happens everytime any wonderful creative thing occurs in the world like from an invention of a technolgy to that of discovery of a phenomenon. Its all always there in your mind, but for such a thing you need to be content with yourself, stop those worldy worrying thoughts which consume the essence from your cerebral fluid, which is inevitable in most of the cases as in the age in which we live, we do care a lot about what people think about us, rather that what we think for ourselves(this 'content with yourself' thing might be the effect of the school that forcibly taught me moral science for about 4 years).
I guess thats all from my side for now, so guys continue leaking your thoughts whenever you think you are too bored of the world around you in any form be an art or blog or even a facebook status update.
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