A couple of skylight photos

Well am back from Kodai. And it’s been a while since I shared some photos on my blog. So here goes 🙂

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Barriers and justice

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.

Alive and abide

From mobile photos!

And as the world stood below,
The skies are waiting to be conquered.
As the sunlight fades,
A need to be on top dawns.
The demons of hell shall never take a hand,
And even if death might someday,
Descend from the above,
Today,it is there to be won.
Not of avarice or glutton ,
But for the joy of life,
For living,for being human.

No curse can ever take an hand,
for goodness is innate in man.
Yet so an abyss depth can scare
and make you return to the ground.
Yet the inertial desire can never bind,
And so unlike a bird but like
An angle in your dreams,
You want to soar high,
high,higher than life.

Wont feelings can go away,
From this day,
From this moment on,
There is no wrong,
Except that which
threatens to break
The fundamentals of life.

Freedom is that which you can,
Where you are;Being bound,
is the zealous curse of a virus
Whose strength of life is dead.
Though another one among all,
A dot in a line,endless,
If not for you,everything shall
End.A code, fathomless,
Yet innate,twixt,nexus,
Between an end and beginning
known yet unknown,
For such is the refection,
Surreal in reality,
yet real in immortality.

Many dreams surround,
Myriad dreams make life,
It shall go by,
And all i wish is to reach
Beyond my reach,
Move away from the circles,
Take a leap from the vertex
of a triangle and move along,
the line,my locus shall be within.
Reality is what i perceive
And when i sleep,
The world is lull,
And me with alive
And morals within,I abide by.

 The light shines the brightest

sunshine-moonlight

Tranquil.

Vigil.

Blue.

Black.

Sun.

Moon.

Clarity.

Arbitary.

Blend.

Depend.

Distance.

Heavens.

Rejoice.

Voice.

Knowledge.

Envisage.

Brilliance.

Ignorance.

Zeal.

Squeal.

Reveal.

Mislead.

Meditative.

Speculative.

Ray.

Nay.

Shove.

Love.

Pull.

Kill.

Never.

Lover.

Heat.

Defeat.

World.

Shrivelled.

Seek.

Peak.

Loath.

denote.

World.

Herald.

Universe.

Verse.

Preach.

Teach.

Sunshine

moonlight.

 

the light shines the brightest

For us

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,
and everything!Everything!
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 oh!we,oh!belong,
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

A rime about humanity

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,
somebody hurried,
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.
The moon,laughed,
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,
that –

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!
But!oh! but,
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

Hail,oh!Hail,the sun!

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OH! words fail,
hail! OH! hail!
You are the sign of day!
I call out to thee,
something far away and free,
who lends life,till my eyes can see.
Everyday,you keep life,
and everyday you rise and dive,
behind those curtains,we call sky!
Reality,we perceive
and existence you breathe,
knowledge has thought us,that source is thee,
and for that reason,i want to know why me?
You who cause the flowers to bloom,

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You without whom,we see doom.
And yet by your same hands,
you cause rotten and barren sands,

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And that which was life,
now seems a dream!oh!it is alive!
By some unknown source,
from nowhere you arose!
And though clouds might hide,
You are the one who keeps life!

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Every morrow and afternoon,
you spring though and lighten our sorrow,
and on earth,your child,we nest and burrow!

There, somewhere behind,
the curtain of vapors,lined
and blown by winds of wisdom,
who spread to every lee of the kingdom,
you pull the reins of time,
and make me write this rime.

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Then after hours of preaching,
you impart yourself to us,by the final setting,
as the world turns dark,on a moonless night,
you give us the strength,to go on with the fight,

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When thee exists,you are the right,
And darkness is your shadow’s light.

Someday,some grave might eat you,
but you hold life,like only a few.
Even if another world were to be,
It will never be this sunny.
dawn or dusk,
Life is in your lush-
let the flowers keep their bloom
and humanity end its gloom,
Keep your fire alive,
we are all but naive,
oh!hail,oh!hail,
words fail,
Someday we shall meet,
someday we shall understand your beat,
Hail,oh!hail,
to you,who keeps life,alive!

From photoshopped

The light shines the brightest

Trapped

From photoshopped

With no where to go,
with nothing being slow,
in a sulphourous world,caught in the flow.
faster and faster things move,
and closer and closer they come,
to you and you are left with nothing else-
except,that you had felt.
Nothing seems real,
nothing can tell,
but from did i fall,
for whom is this call?
The world seems at peace,
yet i am not in ease.
Everything seems too clouded,
the night seems too wicked.
With nothing to think about,
with nothing to talk with aloud,
a sense of insecurity-
the past world’s name,
the time i was left in shame,
the time i thought i lost the game.
Some sounds seem gone,
nothing seems right,it is all wrong,
with some old wind,everything
i every knew and felt was made into a song.
With verses,being preached,
With no clarity,only a screech,
I am left with nothing else,
i hope someone will teach.

Yet within that nothing,
I can see the shadow of something.
The closer i move,
i can see,that it was you.
I know you are the few,
i know that it was you,
that i wanted to.
It was in your name,
it was for you,it wasn’t in vain.
Someday,i knew you,
now there is no pain.
For what reason,we the two,
were left among the rest,
why did we lose the sense of the best.
Somewhere,you and me,
there is the bond and us,the three,
everywhere in this world,
beyond the night’s scream,
at the dawns peak,
i at last come to you,seek,
i do no more,
now everything is on the shore,
there in no more need to go,
for life is the waves,
and life is in the rays,
nothing matters
and no more trapped,
through the gap,
the unknown crack,
the secrets are told,
now i am bold,
the traps back away,
from now on,it is day,
there is nothing to be afraid.

lost in thought

A million things to say,
but at the moment there seems to be no way.
The sky keeps changing,
my mind keeps thinking.
It seems draw into a meticulous chanting,
derived from profound meditating.
It is tough to see past perishing
it is tough to see a future existing.
The moment seems too grand,
it doesn’t matter if this turns into sand.
Movements within are too compound,
so confusing it is that i am spell bound.
Hours go by and no sense of time,
class upon class,yet nothing but rimes,
flow through my head.
I might be alive or dead,
i might be green or red,
or i might just be in the wrong path led,
but nothing seems a bother,
for i keep forgetting for the better.
A few moments of happiness,
a few glimpses of sadness.
But neither sorrow nor happiness matter,
for finally everything is going to shatter.
The yellow sun,is making shades,
something is moving but it fades,
into the hundredth thought of the second.
Signals within me are being sent,but to send,
that i need to think for a moment,
about the days event,
seem too boring and mundane.
A few might say i am insane,
but who cares,i am just the same.
Fast action,and more confusion,
travel and few actions in deliberation.
Too lost to even think about writing,
too lost to even consider doodling.
Who cares about a tree?
who cares about being free?
No.What matters is peace,
and yes paneer and cheese.
What about assignments?
what about integrations?
1*1=1,
and 2-1=1,
but well i can feel only one,
and that is me.
Though i cannot see,
i can feel within and plot
where i am being shot,
i can see my brain,ticking
as i am writing.
Lost in thought,
i try to find sense,but i fought?
Lost in thoughts,
lost in thoughts..
lost in thoughts…

signs of life

water flows,
rain falls,
fire burns,
wind blows,
earth moves,
then if not for these
what else defines life?

ants save,
dogs smell,
birds sing,
mice run,
animals in general know,
so if not for these
what else defines intellegence?

Animals know balance,
they kill,those that need be.
Plants know balance,
and so they spread seeds
with others will,
if not for these,
what else defines obidence?

Earth keeps spinning,
the sun keeps breathing,
the sky keeps chaging,
the galaxies keep crawling,
the universe as a whole moves,
so if not for these,
what else is a sign of life?

opposites keep attracting,
likes keep repelling,
the weak keep dieing,
the strong keep surviving,
knowledge keeps appreciating,
so if not for this,
what else is the need for living?

Life is everywhere,
everything is moving,
in the inanimate there is life
and in the alive there is still,
since everything is what it is,
everything is and always will be
a sign of living.