Thoughts are borne in the wings of tumult. When the sea gets boisterous and the tattooed sails give way the helmsman gives up the wheel and relishes the fury that is so beautiful and subtle. He bows his head down in obeisance and with folded arms he whispers into the howling wind - "What wrong have I done that You show your wrath unto me?". And assuredly he gets his reply. He is the source and destination of the question. The problems arise and subside in the mind. And it is through this constant questioning that thoughts, myriads spout out from the heart of the nature. Expressions on the other hand are the superfluous exposition of the thoughts. The mind expounds all that arise and assimilates them in layers. Thoughts that are old are vaulted in memory and is found spouting out in solitude. Rabindranath Tagore says that solitude is in the mind. Expressions both young and old bring joy and posses the power to instigate imagination. Words are dead and it cannot touch anything living said U.G. Krishnamurthy. But what they do is antagonize the sense of creativity and this has the power to touch only that is living, only that lives and rends the palisade of corpus observations stocked in our memory.
Expressions are myriad like the choices of the brush to the artist. But the canvas is set and waits for us to fill them up.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Transient Reality
Like the fresh green leaves
Sprouting out of the tree in the dawn of life
Young and tender they lift their heads
Knowing not what to do
Curiously enough they grow
Constantly dancing to the tunes of the wind
Not knowing, not aware
But still dancing
And in those long hot days
When the winds seem to have been banished
The leaf lies still
Waiting for the enchanting winds
Lifelessly hanging on
As it slowly ages
Telling itself that it is indeed alive
And that the winds, they would come
To vanquish the wrath of the sun
Off the face of the earth
Only the warmth would remain
The rains, they would come
To quench their thirst and to breed new life
Then at last all its prayers come to being
The winds blew warmly
The rains flew down gently
The leaf did dance till evermore
In its prime, the leaf slowly faced the truth
Its time had indeed come and it frowned
Withered away into the grounds
It fell from the tree
Like so many of its kind
But the tree did remain
Not wavered by the winds
Unfazed by the heat
Unrelenting to the storm
Its deep roots sunk in
The tree is the giver of the life
The tree is the life
The tree only remains
The Chemical Generation
A megalomaniacal chemical generation
From the free spirit of the then chemical generation
With just a word in common
With absolutely no thought in common
Freedom they spoke
Freedom we cried
But light-years between the two
Uncertain were the times
Renegation became the air
The fight was on
Young were the ideologies
Now was in sync with only now
No past, no future
Just the uncertain now
Slowly fading into the blissful reality
Eager eyes and open minds
And the ideas they flow
New thoughts, stranger philosophies
Problems came
And with them their solutions
The patternised now
With more focus on the future
With more records of the past
And the illusion of time still prevails
Have a problem?
Know your neighbor first
Ask him later
A land of strangers and foes
All we see is hatred and animosity
Whatever happened to humanity?
Love thy neighbor, they said
Yet do not trust them, they say
Have a gun, they say
And then urge us to pray for peace
The white doves are free to fly
Their numbers ever depleting
Oh! We forgot everything about hunting
Shoot to thrill and learn self defense
But what are we ourselves defending from
Now I see the reasons for more suicides
All we do well is talk
Talk about past invasions
Talk about future developments
With surplus money flowing into wars
Kill ‘em all is the slogan
The picture is hazy
This is no purple haze, Jimi
Just more manic depression, Jimi
Just more ‘machine guns’
Our dreams to fly sky high
Yeah what about them?
We do fly; we fly to drop them bombs
We fly higher to drop bigger bombs
In space with the entire world in view
It is all doomed
Is this globalization?
The air covers the earth
The water sustains life with it
Mustard gas in the air
Oil in the sea
Our seas turn into toxic waste
Our lands are slowly turning into gas chambers
We can’t blame it on the Nazis this time around, Joe
We can’t bomb
We just rot and feel the reek of hatred
Slowly but surely
In our minds
In our bodies
We are the cause
We are the victims
We are the chemical generation
World wide genocide.
Rain
Into the black clouds I swim
To become one with sorrow
As I come down
Like a rain that delights
Never the tornado that destroys
Just to see your face shimmer
To be dried up again.
But that moment I saw
The warmth for which I longed
Even though I’ve now vanished
I’ll come down again to you
Ghost
A drifter
That is what I am
Gently carried by the wind that sways
One with it I pass through without a glitch
Swirl around you as you walk
The feel that I am indeed around
As I touch your skin, I assure
Tried to catch me
And you got nothingness
Wanting desperately to find something tangible
You tried harder
Just in vain
And just the haunting remains
Yet I remained
To be sensed, to be touched
To be felt but never to be bottled in
Embraced my warmth
And you knew I were
Yet felt so far away
But there I was
In your delirium, in your reveries
Ever closer to your skin
And you failed to touch me
You failed to feel
You even failed to realize
Trusting only what you saw
And in those that stared back
You’re lost
Placing your trust in those only tangible
You wanted never to
Lose the feel
The feel for desire and lust
You knew there was something more
Somehow discarded
Like the garment that you wore
Abandoned, banished from memory
Only to be later searched for
You looked everywhere
But there I was
And everywhere
That you ever were
Tattered and torn your heart
Sang a lachrymose to me
Yet there I was
And you never saw
Watching you die
I could stay cold no more
The winds they did die
Never tried too hard
Never held onto you
An empty jar I was
A lid that you placed to protect
Still had you finding me more empty
But there I was
Tried hard and could never see
I am the wind
I still touch your skin
Blind Frenzy
A forced dream
A silent reverie
Cuts across your mind
Like a flash of light in the dark
The light?
Is it the warmth of familiarity?
Like the eider down to your mind
Or is it the fear of the cold, lonely nights?
With none to confide into
You feel your bones shiver
Is it the night or is it fear?
When all you can do is sense
When all you can ever see is what you’ve never before
When all you can ever think of is grotesque and horrid
Like some monster lurking in the depths of the shadows
With no light
Just shadows and more darkness
The monster is now by your side
As you feel the icy touch run down your spine
Just delirium, just delirium
As your heart races
Pumping more blood through your veins
And then the sudden silence
The silence that remains.
A Hypocritical Getaway
Another deep breath
And you exhale the pain
The sorrows and miseries from your heart
Is it just a let out?
So momentary
So temporary
So little
Nothing real
Hash it again to hash away those bitter tears
Another deep breath
Into your head it goes
In search of more pain
To liberate you from this hell that you’re living
You stop to think
Your thought broken by your diminishing aid
Wishing it could stay with you longer
Hash it one more time to hash all those reminiscences
All that was good and all that was bad
All that you ever wanted
All that you never wanted
All you see is all you have
Take another look at it and you see it shrink
Fearing the worst you take another quick drag
And now it’s all over
For you and for it
You throw it away and with it your charm
Now you think it’s all over
As you get back to yourself
Another clean breath
Everything comes back again
All those tears ever shed
All those words ever shed
One more breath
And you are sad again
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