Skip to main content

Posts

Rant 3

Labels scare the shit out of me. Since the time we are born we get stamped with labels. Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Isaiah. Higher caste, lower caste. Small town, developed city. And the newer ones that always seem to offend someone or the other. LGBTQ and a few more obscure letters. A dozen different sexualities and a hundred different orientations formed from those sexualities. Feminists, menimists (apparently "menimists" hasn't caught on with the Google dictionary... I bet that will offend someone). What the hell happened​ to just being human? Or is the "man" in human offensive to some pseudo-feminists? Ooh! Another label!We pretend to unite for a cause by causing several more partitions. And what's more? We get offended by the mere sight of the opposing party. (I bet that offends the "neutral" or diplomatic population) We refuse to see and instead relate. Relate to our memories. Relate to our assumptions. Relate to our impulses, obsessions and emotio…
Recent posts

Second chances...

March! March! Marching on!
Trunks, massive and old;
Wither and fall.

Revs and rumbles
Uprooting, trailing splinters.
Yellow machines
Reducing green to cinders.

March! March! Marching on!
Camouflaged steel;
Crushing bony offal.

Venomous microphones,
Hateful cones.
Dividing sheep and
Making violent drones.

March! March! Mar-!
A wash of white!
A sphere of plumes...

Silence... Silence at last!
But wait, look! Alas!
A sky of darkness,
Weeping on morbid dirt.

Silence, silence, silence at last...
A stillness, stiffness;
A petrified past.

And then they chose
To rise again.
A ray of hope, a heart-shaped green.
A start over, with newer friends...

13-04-17

I don’t know what I am going to write… As usual. I am mostly confused whether I should talk to myself or to someone else. I have these urges of spending time with other people. But, at the same time there are barely any people I like spending time with. I over-think things, because that is the only way I can create enough noise to change my mood as soon as things get dark. That, and because I’m compulsively creative (for the same purpose). I am purely reflective. i.e. I am versatile to get into any role a person or situation demands. But this versatility is also damaging to my identity. I suffer from basic problems like not knowing what I like or dislike. I cannot do those, “Quick! Tell me what you want to do right now!” kind of games. While most people lose all layers and dig out their identity after that statement, I go blank. Because I do not want anything. I have no desires in life, nor aim, nor purpose. And hence, no ambition. I can pick up a piece of paper on the street because …

Waves...

With Fear and dread overcome,
Moments dampening my spirit.
There is a brand new world
Made for me but I ain't in it.

These roles that I choose
And the masks that I wear
Ripping holes; I stagger confused
As I'm slowly stripped bare.

Shadows and silhouettes,
Shifting me like I'm broken.
I can't find my heart
Though I'm torn open.

I cry not for shame, I guess
Because shame's just a token,
A mark, to show the mess
That you can expiate, once spoken.

In a lucid dream I lay,
Not sleeping, nor awakened.
A suspended immortality
Not living, nor dead.

A Milestone Long Forgotten

A crystal bead of a million hues,
Awakening to calls
Of a boundless tune.Slipping and falling to forces unknown.
Pulling and striving for a glimpse
At the strings and rays of a breaking dawn.A sight so satisfying, so clear and united
Surrender manifesting, bowing blades of green.
Ready, now, to answer. Leaping in faith.Alone in its descent, in a solitary existence.
Swirls of gray, forming
A sky full of wishes.Unanimous in surrender;
Beads of a million hues.
Awakening from slumber;
Uniting rain and solitude.

A few stray stands here and there...

1. If you can define freedom, it's not really freedom, is it?2. A child's curiosity is insatiable... The day it is satiated, is the beginning of adulthood and it's the most disheartening thing to see.3. Books are like glass... They show you your magnificent reflection when there is darkness outside and show you the beautiful outside when there is darkness inside.4. If you want to know the truth in any religion, ask the "big guys" what they consider sacrilege.5. It's no wonder that silence resonates with us; well, figuratively speaking. It is after all the body's natural state...6. Funnily enough, you don't have to be happy to help someone else find happiness... Although, in the process you might accidentally find something that makes you happy...7. We are brought into conditions unwillingly, become situations obliviously and then shape conditions unknowingly. What you do today does change the world, whether you want it or not.8. Suffering happens only…

Into the Abyss

A zealous gust, feathers a-ruffling;
Eyes closed in silence, listening.
Whispers of life, yet far from realising
We're all but one, no matter where we're flying.Looking below, a depthless abyss.
Memories of the sun's soft, warm kiss...
We take the fall, drop into a glide and miss
Traps and thorns revealing nostalgic vivids...

Infectious Symphony

Crawling out of the obscure darkness,
Seeping into your brain.
Hints and waves of sharpness;
Of thunder and orchestrated rain.Crashing, then receding
An ecstatic hold on souls.
Surrendering and tapping
As it rushes from brain to soles...Tickling and thumping
With every rise and fall.
A world of beats syncing,
Melding into a united call.Calling, pulling you deeper within
Swirls of ancient calls
Hidden and sunken beings
Awakening and returning the calls. And every light and hue
Of earth and seas and all
A symphony growing and spreading;
Infecting and uniting them all...