Barriers and justice
April 7, 2009 § 13 Comments
Something stood still-
A barrier to his will ;
As if efforts are meant to be laughed at,
And the world lived far away from the facts.
A day would come , someday,
Where all that was not his would fall;
In a sudden breath of brilliance ,
Life would seem high away in the stars.
Until till , everyday and night ,
He dreamt and saw them high;
His morning star ,he waited for,
The time for the inner call.
Till then he lay , his dreams
never dormant , yet for a few moments,
His mind did torment and remind him
Of days , when love scant and fray.
The wall did stand still ,
But he did paint it –
till it does fall finally,
The paint was a coat of sanity.
And as he does see it as just another wall ,
For the world, he is just another brick in the wall*
But nothing else matters*,
Someday*, things will flipside*,
An overture will break it and give him life
And as the first allegro breaks from the largo,
Life then slowly does seem to raise to the Prestissimo ,
And to the ulterior he can move and grow.
What is within is forever,
The spirit, the will of one will never
Fade into the common commotion of noise
But will rather stand out-the voice of the insane poise.
What does matter does lay in wait,
Down the path ,through the fare way
Placed by our own actions and our plays
Which do make , a butterfly ,
The harbinger of the universe’s fate.
A picture is never complete,
For the world never accepts defeat,
For its desire is to seek,
The purpose and raise higher,
To where the rising sun is lower
And the plains and hills of Earth a blur,
Beyond the bright tempting azure.
But it was about him and not the world,
But it is about him and not the world,
But it will be about him and not the world,
A conceited almost nullity,
Yet if not for him , what could be?
And where will be the ability to see
And hear him and his temperament
His staunch vivacity?
The picture is complete,
For finally The artist does paint the eye,
And the work does come alive ,
And the protagonist does abide,
None. For he is born out of a will ,
And until it is fulfilled, he will walk
The land , how ever long it is spanned
And fulfil the thoughts plan.
Independence contingent upon man,
Destiny presupposed , yet a juxtapose
Did did I rise and it did choose,
And so it will never lose.
Man’s work is to break Inability,
To achieve it or not is destiny.
Mortality is lost ,
When sense of reality is found.
The only justice is poetic,
And it is set into a music,
The matrix when one does act,
The feeling we know it for a fact.
The light shines the brightest
*- Name of songs.
March 1, 2009 § 17 Comments
A breath of thought,
And a world bloomed.
In it all was as it should be,
Beauty and sweet to see.
Yet a thought corrupted the mind
And then started the works of a fiend,
The earlier world now grew weeds,
After all there is never peace.
And now as the weeds without the plants
Rot , as no food was there for thought,
The dreamer did realize,that what seed
he does bury,will determine what he does reap.
And now was not too late,
So determined to write his fate,
He opened his mind to the sky,to the sun,
And let the water run
To the good plants
And when few did pop,he plucked the weeds.
P.S:- My first exam in on Tuesday.
December 3, 2008 § 3 Comments
A myriad being,
Life’s zest of seeing.
Spread across a venerated sky,
the mask which hides those which pass by.
Hour after hour,
as days flow by,
the river of life,
decides to still strive.
Though those alive,
by a negation,
nothing can match life’s passion.
And so as many lives come
and many a fewer go,
a piquant balance,
shall keep this abode.
Under the blue sky,
under the dark night stars,
we are born to be knights
of secretive missions,
so secretive that only
our sleep tells those tales,
in between who are embedded
ways ,where we progress as a race.
In a mirage of soliloquy,
in a battle of intuition and arbitrary
tidbits,the capricious senses try
to hail,all that will lead us to fail.
Yet some unknown instinct
keeps us alive,for we are born to thrive.
The layers of illusions that time
decides to sketch,are but for the mind
to think and break.
So for your sake,stop being
struck by foolish penury,
for you are no sinner who
shall witter and wan
under the gray,before dawn!
As humans,our survival,
is made up of fulfilling want,
yet when something goes wrong,
in our minds ,we blow against the throng.
yet whose fault is such,
the one who is affected
or the one whose starts the chain?
Gods and castes and religions and colour
no more matter-
for the game is beyond all that,
it is a question of who can make the other shut.
Justice ,justice,we all can shout,
but our efforts are like those of a lout.
The only justice that remains,
is poetic,everything else,
even if rhythmic is
plain blasphemy ,like the faceless,
for in pain we cry,hopeless.
yet those who seek the fire
of life,know what to burn
and what to light.But the true
light will never arise,
from the hands of those,
who try to prove with might.
The poetic shall stand above all,
for the rime of the universe,
is within us all.
for no where is any action at fault,
the devil is an angle too,
the demons say their prayers too.
And in such a balance we move
in circles,yet displaced in many axes
we move, the dimensions unknown
to me and you.And in such a maze,
to life and survive,
what we need to do is abide-
the voice within which guides,
which shows sense as well
as the vice and lets you know
that what you did is right.
And so for fire ,fire
for what are we but
influenced by the tree?
And yet it is for those,
who see the other,
that living is easier.
Though the struggle faced
by those is tougher,
the integrity is such
that there are no riders.
Within, the strength shall put a head,
which knows when rage is best.
For influence is not just contact,
but energy given through fact.
And so for the poetic we will fight
and we do know we are right.
Drop your weapons and live
no more on what we created
and spread against your mindless
fight.for technology is creation
and physiology is evolution.
So we do know from within the society
you all arose.But now stop the chain
and try to understand the pain
of the man,whose head was hurt by an apple
or that sleepless night spent on the universe’s riddle.
Pain is essential,
it is the sine-qua-non of life.
For without it,
illusions shall just reproduce five.
So not strike in pain,
put a knot,
and understand the effects within
and then you will not go wrong.
Under the sky we all live,
so while we stare at the stars,
let us think of those ancient
and medieval wars,
which left earth crass with blood
of those who could have done better.
But if your duty call is such,
then we have no other choice,
for ours is such.If friction be so,
then let this go on and on,
till one of us finally realizes we are wrong.
the light shines the brightest
October 19, 2008 § 12 Comments
The world is for us,
the sky is blue for us,
the winds blow for us,
the sun rises for us.
The coulds move for us,
The world grows for us,
Everything here,is for us!
No might can ever move,
the mountains of life
but they oh! sway
to the winds of universe!
Yet everything is for us,
beneath our feet lies,
the soil which took,
millions of years,
and above is the sky,
which toils to protect
us from harm!And the world
is for us,as none can
own ,except the one who owns
and we are the owners of earth,
as much as we own the universe.
We might be a race
but each and everyone of us,
embraces earth,through their
eyes,through their thought,
just as it is,how they perceive
the notes of wind,
just as they perceive the colours
of rainbow,just as they perceive,
the soil through their feet,
just as they smell,the flowers
and feel the hot and the cold.
And life is pinnacle of nature
and nothing,on!nothing is wrong.
Forever,this life might go on,
and forever we might never live on,
but our thoughts,fly the wind
and we are harbinger of the future.
And let the world be of creation,
let our path be of innovation.
What is above,is there to be outrun
and what is below is waiting
to be strengthened and then bear
the origin of new beginnings.
The clouds move across,
the tapestry of blue,
and many a storms they bear,
and yet all we shall fare through!
Nothing can bend our determination,
Nothing can hurt our need for elevation.
And forever,we will fight the vertigo,
for we will rise above the indigo,
in the rainbow-beyond all the
illusions that may stick around,
for every problem is preceded
by a solution.And our path,
the light,lights and that path
is our right and for that we have life.
And so we shall walk,
and so we shall let go and be free,
as creation is we and we
shall continue to weave.
Somewhere everything does meet,
and fate can never cheat,
those who dare to write it,
and that fate,we shall write with inks
so strong that the sea,
shall hold,as it has,
the past’s mystery.
And so we are unperturbed by everything
and destiny rises on the shore
where we meet,the world-
where we are to create.
Our thoughts,make the world
and the senses feel the world.
The rainbow will last,
till water and light.
We shall last,
till thoughts and creation.
the light shines the brightest
October 17, 2008 § 14 Comments
Just see what is above you.No,i don’t mean the ceiling,see beyond that.Try to imagine,the sky,how it might be right now.Think of the universe,the stars,everything and anything.What do you see?
A rime about humanity
October 3, 2008 § 9 Comments
Fire moved and the wind cooled,
hours and hours went by,
earth became barren and dry.
The last of the fight was done,
and the gestation had began.
The water perennial rose,
and life was for the those who chose.
A mist covered the world,
and hours and hours went by.
The sun turned from bright yellow,
to a shady orange and set for the last time,
on the race which existed on earth’s face.
Come that night,
one last thing was left,the last fight-
between man and his right.
At last the beast faced the divine
at last it began at twilight.
the wind blew harder and the
flame grew brighter.
He lay across,facing the sky-
sky held the light,
even though the source had left.
In him he beheld,the tale of the universe,
in his ,at last breathed the spirits,
of which he knew,he was truly made up of.
As he meditated on the sky,
and the last of sun’s light,
truly breathed within him, life.
He no more thought he was going to die,
death was a mere illusion,
which could now be just a preposition.
Ninety nine seconds went by,
and at the hundredth the fight at last began.
The race called humans,was at last at stake.
And from far away she watched,
and prayed that life would survive.
next to him was a sword,
which would play the quintessential part.
The first blow,was the beast’s,
and it tempted to tare and drink his blood,
yet the goodness held,
and he went further into hell.
Then took the beast the past’s history
and listed the sins of him and humanity.
It showed his precedessors’ folly,
and it showed him that he was the product of depravity-
he was born to destroy
and die and so he should.
The sword,he felt and the blood went ahead,
but the spirit held,
and so the beasts sprang again
and it swore on his being,vehement-
but the coup failed,
and he still prevailed.
Desperate and struck,
the wounded beast,went on a savage.
And he cried out loud,
and loud and loud,
till the world held only his shout.
He twisted and turned in pain,
and the rules of the game,
were broken again.
The beast claimed hand,
and the sword rose,
but in between the fury,
and held the sword away,
just for their own sake.
Above him he saw her,
and she held his word.
She laughed and creation rang out.
There she was, he saw her,
and beyond her,rose the moon.
It was sight of divinity,
and its profundity,
pronounced tenacity and beauty.
She touched his head,
and he felt,an over whelming peace,
he felt raw and new and at ease.
The beast within struggled,
and at her sight,muffled
and huffed and puffed,
and then within a great roar,
it became all but too sore,
and left at last,leaving a soul-
pure and clean,
just and truely seen.
She took him ,to herself,
and she walked on.
and in the mirror,
he saw his light,cooled,
calm and pure delight.
And from within him,he felt,
and within he now dwelt,
and he realized that he ,
he,that he was the only one left,
and now life was his zest.
Her courage and grace had kept life,alive
and for her sake,he lay,
now a tool of Gaia.
And she the Goddess,
in him, he felt her,
left him to recover.
And then as hours moved by,
he saw the moon set,
and night at its darkest.
Yet now glowed an angel,
which showed light,
and the stars,were in a circle,
to her eyes,they were shy.
And at last,the truth of humans,
lay stark and naked.
There had been no folly,
and the evanescence,
had been a thesis at test.
For the Truth had been thus,
within the man,in the apple he
had thus ate,at last after thousand hours,
was the truth,that he had been an expression,
a thing of sorts,which would be alive,
forever,as long as its force lived.
And the force had been her,now he knew,
and energy of creation was now renewed.
And The sun light ,skewed far off,
and the darkness bid adieu,
and the stars disappeared,
from his view.And she came towards him,
and took him to the shore,
and there it was the thing which bore
the truth.The sea was at peace,
and the sun came high,
and at the sand of the tide,
they lay and heard the sea tell,
them in a tongue which they understood,
Oh!life oh! has at last has become alive,
in the illusion of sorts,
you were thus put into,
and now everything is new.
The purpose oh! purpose,
had been to see,
if humanity was worth its creed!
albeit, all that,what you felt,
in those few minutes of twilight,
was the course that life,
might have had in twelve billion twlights,
and there was nothing left,
and oh!all prospects of breathing,
for spring beings,was strained,
until,she touched and broke the curse,
whose strength would have been adverse,
to that of creation.And now!oh!now,
pick up your sword and throw into me,
blood is where it should be,within the being.
Go and build your home,
and wood shall keep you warm,
air shall cool your bond,
and fire shall burn those wan.
Earth,oh!earth,are you willing to marry,
the sky?And sky oh!Sky marry the earth,
and between you shall be life.
And so they were wed,
and the bad dream dead and buried.
And a single star shone higher,
and the new progeny of earth was
borne that night,to be born after
a few more full moon nights.
And there lay,witness to the
heavenly wedding,the creatures,
of evening.And paws bore no mud,
as the wild was at ease.
And there she turned to them
and they saw her kindness,
and hoped that what would come,
would be like her,the goddess.
In her eyes,they saw the future,
and in her,they knew there was danger,
but her comfort,was there for them
and so they would trust and let humanity
grow,for her,they would let life go on,
as she would be there,for them,
when the lusty swords of the little devils,
would tare and mar their gibing kittens.
They knew for all that was to be known,
that somewhere within them,humanity
might be worn by those which would
bleed and steal,but they knew that
her genes they would have,
and for that,until the time comes they would bare.
And as the many moons passed by,
and on a night,when the moon bright
and the stars were singing and the sky
clear and showed them the heaven rein,
there came the creature who would,
be the progeny of her,the earth
and him the sky.And in it they saw a glow,
and they knew,what they should do,
and they all celebrated with joy.
The devil try,as it might,
could find no wager,
and it looked on from the deep gray.
It knew one day,it could celebrate,
that would be the day,it told itself,
when someone from the glorious race,
would look at his face and say,
oh! my i am king of Gods,
and i need to worshipped
and enveloped in all that is alive,
anything which dares to face me,
should die.So it knew it would wait,
for its tool never had been the snake,
but would always be,human’s gluttony
and hungry pride,and forever,
the evil would reside,when ,man lost
his moral and killed because he was afraid.
The devil resided in man’s thoughts always,
because the sky,had seen the storm
and felt it within.And the sky,was nothing
without earth,who with her held it alright.
It was her force,which kept life alive,
and it was her passion to create.
And the sun,he knew,would keep there,
as he was the guide,the one above,
whom these things would never master.
In the sun,but he knew,was she too,
though which, he didn’t know.
But in him too there was the Goddess,
otherwise he would have never been able to suppress,
the anger within.He thought of himself-
And he knew then,that he was from her too,
that he was her child,just like everything else.
He then knew,he was there for balance,
and that he was her love too and he
had to live just like the sky.
And she the earth,had her forces,
who would create,and she held him
as her third,to destroy and make bait,
of those whose fight was to die.
He knew there would be a battle,
for generations to come,
between his own sons and those
children of her and the sky,
and there would be a winner,
and that day he would return there,
to thank her for his existence,
until then he said to himself
and he left the place,in a joyous mood.
He had noticed,that someone
else had been there.the one,
whom he had fought and called
beast,whom he had thought was dead.
But the cry from the future,
made him wake up to reality,
and he kissed his baby,
and he saw her looking at him.
He wondered about life,
and thought about his past,
and from where he might have sprung.
And all he had ever known
was darkness,but he knew within
that lay something,confused he became,
but he knew,humanity,as they would be known,
would come to known,of the causes beyond,
and on the day life goes beyond,that mark,
there will be the shore,where the sea would
talk,until that day,it shall show them his face,
and at that sight,every time there race,
would move forward,and they would come to
know of life,he would be there light.
He thanked the sun,
who showed him to himself
and he kissed her good night,
as the birds sang together,
for the last time,for many many
myriad years to come.
the light shines the brightest
September 16, 2008 § 21 Comments
August 31, 2008 § 8 Comments
colour,colour,which colour do you choose?
August 22, 2008 § 18 Comments
The sky is dark,for there is no light.If there is light,then the sky will be coloured.A simple thing which happens everyday.So i want to you all to choose a colour and give a reason why you chose it.All the colours given below are natural.So which one you choose?
Hmm…say the row and column the colour belongs to.For eg, if you choose the yellow,it would be,1st row,3rd column.
About the sky
July 19, 2008 § 5 Comments
Well well what do i write?i was supposed to write about something i forgot.i am supposed to write a script for a street play,now seriously i need to do a lot of drain munching for it,i mean “price rise” might be current,but then it is going to take a lot of brain storming to come with something.Anyway,the script can wait,i am in no mood to write scripts,the maths exam on Tuesday,i haunting me.Anyway that too is that,i have to write something,anything.It should make sense shouldn’t it? After all i am accused of writing posts which make either no sense or too much of it.I am trying to strike the balance,between writing sense and nonsense.So for today let us go after the sky.yes so till the end of this post,all of you are wondering at the sky.
So what does the sky tell you?
It is an infinite blanket,seemingly never ending ,changing as much as the weather and earth can afford.It has many secrets you see and like you i too am a ardent observer of it.It takes a long to appreciate it ,for it so huge,so humongous that it would take your brain some sky mapping to plot it.I have always wondered,why the sky is dotted with clouds.These things called clouds,travel across this infinite being,purposeless yet purposeful .i wonder why they move,above me.Don’t they ever want to visit the planes and see? maybe thats why they rain.Now back to the phantasmagoria of the ever profound yet shallow sky.Now he is always something special.he is really really deep,so deep that at night i can see the stars.i wonder what they are?Science gives us explanations but is it how they are really? I mean are the reality?and the sky too and the clouds too are they the reality?
It is easier to relate to the sky as he is close by 🙂 whereas these stars are so far away,that sometimes i wonder,am i also too far away from everything around me?Now even this computer feels strange,really really strange.I am about a feet away from the screen,yet if i close my eyes and think,it can be miles away.So are the clouds,sky and stars a waking dream? So we just see them,they exist,we exist?What about the ever radiant sun?Is he too just a lustrous illusion?All that shines is not light? No i am trying to maintain a balance so ,let me see….how can i make too much of sense when i have made very little of it?
close your eyes(after reading this para) and think of your life till now.Just think back.Take you time,savor the moments of joy,think of those bad days and laugh them off after that think about the sun,the sky and the stars and the clouds.What do you see?( now close your eyes now,don’t say you don’t have time,if you don’t you won’t be reading this ).
Now that you have thought about them,tell me what do you see?I have been putting up photos of late,it was nice reading all you answers.i learnt a few things from those answers,like each one has a different view about life.No it is not that i didn’t know that before,but it ascertained that fact.Now i ask you again,so tell me truthfully after reviewing your life,what do the sky,the sun,the starts and the clouds represent for you ?I cannot complete the post because i don’t know what you think about it…so i leave to you to complete this post…