Tuesday, May 18, 2004

PAIN

Sometimes its good
To let the pain come in
Into the mind, maiming it
Into the heart, hurting it
Till the body is a big mass
Of walking pain – pain that leaves.
Fasting wounds
Dull continuous aches
Unused tears, silent screams
Even through devastating
Let pain come in
To feel alive, to feel human

LANDSCAPE OF IMMERSION

The spring casting retreating Shadows
On the pale and porous walls
A melancholic note touching
The window grills
Stirred-up sad green leaves
Are confused how to confront
Loads of clouds moving around
The sky not knowing
Where to rain
Flirting birds chirping
And asking what happened –
This is the right landscape of immersion
This is what my muted being perceives.

DREAMS

Preface

“Dreams come true, they do” reminds me of the famous lyrics of the album by Westlife. Its is indeed the force that shapes our life and ambitions from which some of them come true and other are left as the unrealized part which can be just met in just “ Dreams” . Framing the sorrows and joys of life, giving the success and pain … drams indeed is a powerful force …. FORCE of life.

Dreams

I know a force
That sets us all in course
To teach, that is beyond our reach
Why we lost, and what we lost,
And what was its cost

This force is called a Dream
And makes us all ecstatic
When in ideal we see,
That, we have reached zenith
And all is bare beneath

Then why devote time in such fancy,
And be belied in reality?
Isn't it prudent to discard such thoughts?
And get down to work in some meaningful plots?

For dreams can give us pain
As they will always go in vain
What life would be then,
Entitled in ugly struggle of men?

Who will guide us in proceeding?
Amidst its dull, drab surrounding?
Will not life come to rest,
And bind us all to our nests?

Only wishful thoughts
Can sustain us in happy lots
Even if these fail,
Will leave behind a tale –
That we strived, and will achieve something
And that makes us a happy being.

MYSTIFIED BY DESTINY

Is there something called destiny ?
If it is then can I believe in it?
To all the signs
it had proved me right….
Or to all those who
…. Proved me wrong …!
Can a coincidence be called a destiny…?
Or a dream come true
…is a answer to it
I don’t know,
….I just don’t know …!!!
I am just waiting for destiny
To solve this mystery
….the mystery called “DESTINY”

Monday, May 17, 2004

IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM

Preface
Sometimes in life we come accross such situations, where it become difficult to understand which bridge to cross and which to burn. Under such flux of circumstances, it become much more important that we search our true self.

IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM

If you have a problem
That bothers you inside
And time does little to assure you
That it will subside,

Then draw upon your inner strength
And formulate a plan
And everytime you think you can’t
Remember that you can.

Listen to your deepest voice
Where reason still remains,
And take control of your own life
To minimize the strains.

Strip away the fantasies,
The negatives, the doubts,
The anger, the hostility
And guilt’s recurrent bouts.

Try to shift into a corce
That’s positive in tone
Communicate your feelings
So that you are not alone.

A pattern of improvement
Is the change that you’ll be winning
If you’ll just let a single step
Become a new beginning

THE RELIGION OF THE WOUNDED SKIES

Preface

The “religion of wounded skies” signifies the attitude of destiny which has become wounded by the pain faced by the one sided romance of a man who gets fascinated by a woman who is a stranger to him.
Before this man could actually feel his emotions for this love (woman), he learnt/ realized that this woman can never be his wife because she has already accrued into bondages of marriage.
This poem is a silent confabulation of this wounded (emotionally) man who is trying to locate this happening in his life which left him wounded.
Ultimately, this man is left with awe and deep respect for the woman who just flashes with purity for her husband.
This is the religion of this poem….


The Religion Of The Wounded Skies
When the nimbus seems gray,
I looked into the sky
Laceratingly inquisitive to destiny… I prayed
To find those eyes
Eyes of a religious woman… a woman about the whom the stars always potrayed
Eyes of love… that love about which I
have no say
Eyes of passion…
Eyes of longing…
Eyes of fulfillment…
Eyes of contentment...
Eyes of love…
Alas destiny ! you seem to stale

Once I came across them but
They were eyes of lust, obnoxious creed !
No that was’nt I was looking for …
……….. authentically indeed.
I picked up the broken pieces of my life
Wounded by those undeserved eyes
Pain prevailed my silence
And I still grayed on with prudence
Did destiny answered my question?
“Yes” She said, “ Offbeat Co-ordination “.

When I was firm … came she
A conscience that manifested destiny in me
But what is it which is casting a spell…
Oh! a tantalized me?
My firmness annihilated when i
Reminiscised to look at he sky
This time “NO”, I said, “Never will I”
Now like bolt comes a look
A look sudden and serene,
swift of course being seen
A look enigmatic indeed
A look which initially never accrued to me
But now I’ll take them to proceed
Look so warm and pure
a look deep, a look so mature
A look… I saw… this time, I said,
“May be I am sure”

Now I happened to see the nimbus
Overflowing with cirrus and cumulous
Happy ? Should I ?
The woman I was looking for,
Is she the destined
Is she the ultimate mine?

She had everything I desired
It was her religiousness
Her sacredness I actually admired
Comes a question now
Is she the one or is
……… she a guide ?
or is she a friend ….
In whom I confide .

Like a thunder struck she
From the sky into me
Into my life now …. ?
Let me see…..
I crossed my fingers, I crosses my feet
This time…. No, I can never accept defeat

It was a look…
Look of a woman
A woman as pious as she can be
She was the one, who saw
….. a man in me.
She was the one, who actually uplifted.
When things seemed wrong,
And I actually quitted.
She who neither welcomed … nor accepted,
But actually faced life.
She had been the one who have been my wife
But destiny begs pardon ‘cause
It isn’t cirrus or cumulous
… of the nimbus
but a flux of circumstances.

Oh! For a second of a thought
Can destiny wipe those tears
Painful, all in all
But sh- oh- she !
She never allowed them to fall
Now waked up the inquisitiveness
And the turbulence never ceases
“I need an answer” said I
Now onwards I’ll never look at the sky
And before I decided with fury
Destiny solves the enigma while,
Being easy.

Before I could ask… comes the answer
A look of sacredness, of purity, of power
A look which was never for my eyes
But for someone else … I cry
Before I did, how gentle was the reply
And if I tell you, you’ll sigh ….

Eyes of-course !
But actually she saw
His eyes in me
‘cause I was following the footsteps
… those footsteps from where the
turbulence flee
into the gentle cascades of time
and eyes that meant to give me a sign
that every rose doesn’t have a thorn
but every thorn have a flower
those eyes met mine with power
a look so in-born
looks of blessings did shower
those eyes provided me illumination
pointing that it is not these
religious eyes which were the
Manifestation of divinity….
…. But the manisfestation of divinity
as in divinity in me
before I caould actually have
taken the look of pure authenticity
I helplessly look at the sky
But what do I see ?
The sky is wounded
By the wounded me ……. !
But behind the wound is not the pain
But the realization of what I had gained.

A rainbow flashed in the horizons
In which the messege portrayed
That these religious eyes taught me
Religion …..
Religion that might have stayed.

LOST AND FOUND

The heart
trembles at the very thought
of those helpless days
when stripped off vast vestige
of self, esteem, each breath
had to be accounted for
each movement questioned
the individual within disintegrating
Under sheer subjugation
In the name of love
Only when
All bods broke
I remembered
The forgotten feeling of freedom
I have lost nothing
Only found myself.