Moments

Passes each moment
From the Sun to the Moon
A thousand clouds soar past
Shifting shapes over shifting sand dunes.

Passes each moment
Into a Void, never to return.
'Tis ours, a memory to keep
Of a blessing or a curse.

Passes each moment
Places, people and things.
Some lost,
Some held and
Some found.

Through the Black Hole and Back

The curtain is raised
Time for show
All is glossed and shone
Life begins, drama unfolds.

Is it so uncertain?
Is there a new dawn or shall fall the curtain?
Is every day a miracle?
Don't you know, life is a Karmic Circle?
What is left to Destiny?
When actions have caused suicidal tyranny?

A show of class and perfection
Yet lies a gaping hole
Apparently so evanescent
A black hole back to square one.


Is it so uncertain?
Is there a new dawn or shall fall the curtain?
Is every day a miracle?
Don't you know, life is a Karmic Circle?
What is left to Destiny?
When actions have caused suicidal tyranny?

Tainted within, bright outside

Mistakes overlooked, Left to

Crumble and wither

Or a gracious bow at Curtain Fall.

P.S.: This picture belongs to Opacity; refer "The Inspirations" column on the right, Thank You.

Lost In Nowhere

The Ballad Of  Semerwater has always been an  all  time  favourite poem of mine. And so, here is what I've written  inspired by this classic.

Deep  asleep, Deep  asleep

Deep  asleep it lies

A lost light of a golden sight 

Dead and cold as ice.

And many a fathom, Many a fathom 

Many a fathom below

Within  a soul,  unlike  a ghoul

It yearns again to glow.

For once upon

This light lived

Lived through joy and sorrow

With  hope at heart, no one to part

In fear of today nor tomorrow.

And yet there came a day so sad

Of a folly to caste its despair.

And  so,

The shining  light and the golden sight 

Were destroyed beyond repair.

The shining light of the golden sight

lie deep asleep in Nowhere.

Opium

I stand tall on a mountain top

Green is all I see.

There stands a castle dark

Atop a second hill.

With warmth of a young heart

On I walk ahead.

Each step I take fills

Me up with escalating joy

For I see the Blue Lotus

Or is it the Grim's buoy?

Crave as I do for

My prize I reach the Gates.

As its bolts thunder

My gaze widens for what awaits.

Once on the other side I am

I don't believe all I see.

There lies every treasure one

Can ever need.

The smells, colour and sounds

Are all above I know.

And so I lay upon

Grass so soft as snow

In my silver hazy dream 

Of golden rivers that flow.

At an hour dark I seek

What I yearn the most

Coming across my love

Mortified into a ghost.

Rooted to the ground I watch him

Wither away to dust

Screams, tears, sorrow and pain I

Wish I could feel.

But I am benumbed by such Opium

In my fields forevermore.

My Horizon

Enchanted forever and fascinated by thee,
Thou art a wonder ever eluding my path
As I set me-self closer the farther thou seemest free.
Within thee a warm bright hope thou hath
Beyond this seeming apocalyptic aftermath.
A distant promise thou holdest, yet

Never can I reach thee; at me, thine Fate winketh.

Façade-book

      I must say, I do not know anybody who hasn’t signed up for Facebook; as a matter of fact, I do not know them because they don’t exist virtually. Social networking has become such a rage on the already deluged World Wide Cobweb. And actually, I’m not a good example of a hermit either.

      The other day, I received an SMS from a friend at eleven in the night asking me to check her Display Picture. I did; it was “ossum” , “hawt”, “gr8”, “sweet picha” and everything else a sane literate person wouldn’t understand. After going through the 27 Comments and 34 Likes I was compelled, in a way, to respond accordingly, besides I didn’t really want to get frowned upon by her fans.

      The Social Cobweb as I call it, seems to be a septic tank turning creative intelligent Arsenic Albs, Phosphoruses and Aurums into boneless Pulsatillas or haughty Platinas and Antim. Tarts fearing lonliness. People here get an opportunity to display their not-so-admirable daily routine and turn into mini- celebrities. Always trying to fulfil one aim: Highest no. of “Likes &Comments” the persons engage themselves in a rat race of irrational competition bagging the Pandora’s Box as a gift, not knowing it opens up to give insecurity, impatience, jealousy and other inflammable elements to the Gossip-Bonfire. While their constant efforts to gain the public eye continue there is a drastic grave deterioration of the mind. Approval for every miniscule virtual act by fellow maniacs causes either a depression of their own decision making capacity or a false belief of being the Popular Queen/King for hailing attention. And ofcourse when there comes a time of  less or no attention (read Likes & Comments) soon sets in lack of confidence, insecurity and loss of self worth. Attention of such a kind makes an impression on the naive minds of popularity being the sole way to survive. Further according to this logic are people in the society classified as outgoing, extroverts or introverts these days. But a majority of the young lame population looks like it's at war with insanity.

    "..All children touch the Sun

Burn fingers one by one...."

(Metallica : Where The Wild Things Are)

      And to this pursuit there are innumerable ways, ways to call attention, handy tips and “weapons” to deal with the Undesirables. Well, at this rate they all seem to be fool proof resulting in instant gratification of the ego.  So this is the Façade-book  where you just make a face with an ear to ear, plastic pin-up girl’s grin or a giant red pout  and well, for the hunks out there, you just need to show a grumpy constipated expression. Ah! I almost missed their sunglasses, oh-so-drooled-over-muscles, “ganjis” and borrowed bikes. 

P.S.: Phosphorous, Arsenic Alb., Aurum, Pulsatilla, Platina And Antimony Tart. are Homeopathic Remedies which have been personalized here.

Mountains, My Majesty

I tread along a narrow path
Like on the edge of a sword
I tread along  a narrow path
With my spirits I endure the Mountain's wrath
Steep are the valleys never meant for the bored
Mighty rocks and whispering waterfalls I scored
I tread along a narrow path

I tread along a green path
Under the warm glowing sun
I tread along a green path
Where I don't mind skipping my bath
For now we are the children of the Mountain
We thus gain great knowledge from the wise one
I tread along a green path.

Pictures: Courtesy, Dr. Ajay Pradhan.

Of Whiskers & Paws

Once I saw a cute little kitty
And oh my, it was so pretty
With it's fur so black all through
And hazel eyes; I can't believe it's true
For a being so small gives me joy so big
To watch it crawl into the desk and sleep
All curled up it makes me weep

When I get it some food to eat
You'll see it gobble up as if a treat
Slowly it settles balled up on my lap
And purrs falling for my sweet trap
But the only way to a cat's heart
Is to feed it some fish
And make a furry wish!

Wishes

When life takes its awfully
Worst turn and
Whatever good that once
Was is all lost, You must still
Wade through the swamp for,
Wonders ahead wait to fulfil your
Wishes.

The Animal Instinct

Climb, crouch, crawl and creep
Till you reach the forest in the deep.

Whistle, woot, wave, but don't weep
Cuz there's no more a warm bed to sleep.

Lie, limp, lag or maybe leap
Into the dark valley so steep

Hustle, hoot, hurt and hunt
For food you must not stay so blunt.

No use of ranting, running or being rational
You are one of us, You are an animal.

Joy

A feeling just anyone can describe
Thousands earn it but none can bribe
Being right on top of the World
Diving into chocolate and spun and swirled
Although it's still a pursuit for so many
We can only see it come and go
And never hold it forever, so.

Rain

Rumbling clouds gather
Returning me to the
Realm of Trance.
Roaring thunder fills me up with
Rapture as I
Roam about and down comes the
Rain pouring on me.

A window I opened

There's some thing inside me that attracts me to the Wilderness. It just takes me high and it's all so trippy  when I'm out there. It's magical in a way. I'm a HUGE fan of Mother Nature and so I present to you my favourite photographs that i clicked at the right, perfect "high" moment. Hope you enjoy browsing through!

Fight! Fight! Fight!
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

Din mein taare!
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

When in Elves' land, do like the Elves do. (Whispering to the trees)
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

The Forest Is My Throne.............(Satyricon)
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

Colours of my Dreamland
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

Sunset or Dawn?
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

An eternal sight

Freeze!

Yes, these are the scary fingers beyond your curtains at night.
Location: On my way to Dalhousie.

Welcome to my world
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

Parched souls of the land
Location: In the train, via Rajasthan

How many sunsets are enough for a lifetime?
Location: In the train, vie Gujarat

Some kind of a water trick.
Location: At the foot of Matheran

No, that's not a gun.
Location: At the foot of Matheran

Mirror mirror , no not on the Wall.
Location: Wild side of Matheran

Stairway To Heaven
Location: Matheran

The Cold Mystical Mountains
Location:  Matheran

In The Mist By The Hills.........(Satyricon)
Location: Matheran

This is not a painting,, 3D image or a set up of a movie. You can very well go there too. :)
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

No Sunset as golden as mine.
Location: Last Lane, Bangur Nagar

Meadows Of Heaven
Location: Up into SGNP, Thane-side.

Thank you.

The Ballad Of Semmerwater

Here's a poem I've always loved since it was taught in school to me as a child. I could recite this one well, even now. Somehow it just stayed in my mind all these years. It's a fascinating poem by Sir William Watson (1858-1935).

Deep asleep, 

Deep asleep, 
Deep asleep it lies, 

The still lake of Semmerwater 

Under the still skies.

And many a fathom, 

Many a fathom, 
Many a fathom below, 

In a king's tower and a queen's bower 

The fishes come and go.

Once there stood by Semmerwater 

A mickle town and tall; 

King's tower and queen's bower 

And the wakeman on the wall. 

Came a beggar halt and sore: 

"I faint for lack of bread!" 

King's tower and queen's bower 

Cast him forth unfed. 

He knock'd at the door of the eller's cot, 

The eller's cot in the dale. 

They gave him of their oatcake, 

They gave him of their ale. 

He has cursed aloud that city proud, 

He has cursed it in its pride; 

He has cursed it into Semmerwater 

Down the brant hillside; 

He has cursed it into Semmerwater 

There to bide. 

King's tower and queen's bower, 

And a mickle town and tall; 

By glimmer of scale and gleam of fin, 

Folk have seen them all. 

King's tower and queen's bower, 

And weed and reed in the gloom; 

And a lost city in Semmerwater, 

Deep asleep till Doom.

Under A Blanket of Stars

It was two months ago that I was having the "not so good" times of my life. The world was topsy turvy and I was paralysed and frozen, eventually. They say, when you are sad, life loses all its colours, leaves on the trees sway no more, the birds no more sing sweetly to one another and it seems like a pandemic gloom. Well, in my life, the trees were all bright, sparkly green, the birds sang all over the place and in my head too. I could feel every colour; every reflected and refracted ray of light hitting hard into my eyes as if i were photophobic. Well, all you emo people that's something new for you eh? Anyway, sorry to disappoint you this is no wrist slitting, sanguine teared and black and white striped story.

Insanity is a thing you can't run away from, it grips you and then once you are bitten, you begin to see. So I set out to meet it. I would visit the Coppersmiths, chat with the Bulbuls, stare in wonder at the Robins and cherish the memories with the Golden Oriole. Then I wanted to meet The Stars and, yes I did. I met them one fateful night. There was this great bloke called Orion. Seemed like some hunter to me. He'd hunt for chicks, no not those belonging to the hen. They say he wooed some of them, The Seven Sisters living in the North. Quite a sight he was that night - with a sword at his waist and a huge shield in the hand striding proudly to the North. The sword I saw, had a fascinating hilt. It shone brightly yet was like some hazy white cluster of light. A closer look and I was all head over heels! ;)

On walked Orion to the North and suddenly came a bull, so red with anger in his Eye, literally! The eye is known as Aldeberan. He called himself Taurus. I don't think he had quite a liking for hunky romeos who sired beauties of the skies. Well, that's all I know about Taurus. Oh yes! He's got really huge horns too! I can say his favourite pass time is intimidating creatures coming across him.

As I gazed into the dark sky, there was a faint wisp of twinkling light that my eye caught. And there they were, The Seven Sisters together merrily shining and gathering admirers from all over the Universe. They were all eternally happy but one. The faintest one of all, she hid herself under her delicate veil. Perhaps all sad and ashamed of her love for the mortal Orion. Maybe regretting or repenting her actions all alone. Merope was her name. Here's a picture of the Seven Sisters AKA Pleiades. Merope is the one with a spreading hazy     light all around her, more swirling downwards.

How can one forget the brightest star in the sky? Say hello to Sirius, the Dog Star. So, what do we know about a dog? Yes, it's a man's best, loyal and "Follow where you go" friend. That's what I saw Sirius did. He looked on at the Northward walking mortal Orion. Aptly called the Dog Star, Sirius is the first star visible at twilight. Indeed loyal to the star gazers. :) That's The constellation you see. It's called Canis Major in technical language and ofcourse the brightest of them all is our Sirius.

And there were oh so many more stars I met. But I really don't remember them now. Alas! I fell asleep, cold and hungry. Well, things don't always go very great for me. I seem to have some affinity for trouble. So here I had one. It was nothing more than a teeth chattering, spine tingling cold along with its ally, The Wind. I lay quivering on the cold ground, craving for some good night's sleep. I made myself a nice soft bed of fresh red soil and some old newspapers. Tried hard to be contended with it. And then I also had a blanket, full of a zillion stars embedded in it! Yeah, but I really missed my warm blanky back at home. :D

In The Moonlit Forest

Dream away little one

Your adventure has just begun

A place that fits you the best

Right here in the Moonlit Forest

Lose yourself among the conifers

And lose those whose opinion differs

Gaze into the starry sky above

Forget the urban Push and Shove

Dance away little one

Not long will be the Sun

So come sway, this way and that

Amidst the silvery gleam, owls and bats.

Come along,

Whispering to the trees

Here you belong,

In the woods; you'd never freeze.

Drift away little one

Like a maniac you may run

For this brings magical mirth

Only this Fanatic can tell you its worth.

Wander into the mystical fog

Sense the enchanment like a dog

This is Ecstasy, costing not a dime

It's soundtrack is called "Dark Medieval Times".


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=20ZDkA-rYIs

Dhoklaland

Welcome to the Dhoklaland

Life here is never bland

Always spiced up with extra ajwain

But for the citizens here it's Just fine.

They love to groove to Hip-Hope

And when you witness it, you'd wish you were doped.

It's the Americans they love to ape

Posing wearing glares they claim they love to Rape.

Here comes Miss Khakraben Theplabhai Patelli

She's totally into literature; no really.

You wouldn't have seen a bigger Edward fan

At an English movie she'd protest the subtitle ban.

We are now in their Partyland

Where they measure fun only in "grands"

Life to them is all about brands

Beejness is their only stand.

Here ends the tour in this very hole.

I hope on you hearts, it doesn't take a toll.

You've seen the picture on the whole,

Gather now there's snakes four ole.

Theynks!