Saturday, September 29, 2007

This poetry by Rudyard Kipling is one of the finest thoughts in words dat I’ve ever come across…we had this poem in school and since the first time I laid my eyes on it I have been a different person…though I have a long way to go… these words reverberates in my mind all da time!! It goes like this…

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are loosing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too.
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating.
And yet don’t look too good, and nor talk too wise;
If you can dream and not make dreams your master,
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim.
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to
And stoop and build them up again with worn out tools.
If you can make one heap of all your winnings;
And risk it in one turn of pitch and toss.
And loose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never speak a word about your loss.
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there’s nothing in you
Except the will which says to them ‘hold on!!’
If you can talk with crowds- and keep your virtue
Or walk with kings – nor loose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you but none too much.
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the earth and everything that’s in it
And which is more – you’ll be man my son.

Darkness...the orgasm of life!!

Darkness… the orgasm of life!!

There’s a quality in darkness that makes it the orgasm of life!! It swallows you completely, and as you sink deeper into it, slowly ure masks fall off… and the demons in you rejoice as they r let loose… the intensity of emotions dat flow in dark are always more consuming and fuller… as ure not hiding behind the tunic of ure body… there exists no body in the dark. The multi-colored mask, one for every occasion and sometimes several mixed and matched, the camouflage we r so in love with is the child of the light… that very light which is the one preservative of the demons in you, is also your only salvation…
There are people who are uncomfortable with darkness and there are people who love the dark… the very attitude is the hint to your inner self which clings to its demons so dearly dat the definition of self is given in light of those demons…u may not even be able to recognize them… cause u think its human to make errors… nothing is perfect… you give dat excuse, the very accepted excuse… and it will stand you in good stead in front of ure peers, your folks… you love your demons and u hate the idea of calling them so… but darkness has that quality of making everything vanish… and your comfort level with da dark is ure acceptance of your demons… hate and love dissolves in da vessel of the dark…its pure confrontation.
The door of salvation is always dark… though your goal is light. Light in its purest form also dissolves every thing even the dark. There are no shadows in the world of light…no shadows dat you can think of…but the instigation is always through darkness…we must each find our way towards soaking in the dark!!

Friday, September 28, 2007

Tell me why??

This poetry is very close to my heart... as this was an amature attempt to writing. I had written it in a spirit of a teenage tryin to find the answers to the crazyness all around and within... as i had this inclination towards abstract... and i write strictly for my own self... so everything is very symbolic... we can say- its for all and its for none!!... n ya i also have a tune for it!! if u can suggest one, wud be glad to take it!!

Tell me why?
The moon shines so bright,
When there’s a gloom inside.

Tell me why?
The colors of the sky,
Takes colors from my eyes.

Tell me why?
I can’t love you,
When you know, it has no cause.

Tell me why?
When I cry,
I see rain outside in the sky.

Tell me why?
I have no answers, to your emotions,
You are no ground.

Tell me why?
You feel loved, when someone
Leaves you to go to a blessed world.

Tell me why?
When the wind touches me,
I feel a storm within.

Tell me why?
When the trees shed their leaves,
There’s a touch of deceit.

Tell me why?
When birds fly,
I feel captured inside.

Tell me why?
These tears in my eyes,
Gives a feeling to rise…

Rise above, where no sorrow touches,
Touches you no murmur’s of the heart,
No silence of the dark,
No leaves of the autumn,
No pining from the bottom,
No tell me whys?
No heart that cries,
No tears in the eyes,
No tell me whys?

The runnings in the nightmare,
The dreams of a heart that cared,
The light of the magic,
Feelings deep inside,
The ways of the mystic
Rising of the tides.
In your blood, in your heart, in your mind.
That takes a ride, ride to the skies,
There where it flies,
Where touches no tell me whys?

riding away fast on horses of eternity...

This poem i had written in immense had gripped me completely ... n in a way writing this was a process, more of a catharsis... well n its funny dat this poem i had composed attendin a class...when my professer was tryin to teach me a few things!!

It’s where the water flows…
It’s where the wind blows…
The dampness of a palm with dreams
Of holding water in a fist,
The naïve ambitions of the woods
Of becoming friends with the mist
…will tell you all,
They know it all.

You’ll find it in the rising tide,
Washing again, inner and out side.
Singing a love song with rage and fury,
Yet retaining its dignified glory
You may find it in the feathers
of a bird with broken wings,
worn out with love’s dry weathers
of biting cold, yet it sings…
sings on…
the lovely song…
the reminisce…
being the evidence,
of the old pain, still being the same…
Yet it sings… yet it sings…

The malice of the memories
Of those lost diamonds of time.
Sparkling with ethereal and fleeting light,
Getting me drunk with rays full of wine
Yet hoping for a phoenix flight.
And did you hear the phoenix sing?
When it was dying…
Did the music and the words sting?
Or were you too prying.
Or were you too numb,
Too scared to hum,
The music of the sinking soul?
Well, you think you played your role…

Is there a sea of forgetfulness?
Where I can drown in deep…
No caress of love or kindness,
No memory bubbles for the keeps.
Where lashing waves have no music,
And not a sound of the soul
Or hiding behind those tunics,
No playing of games or roles…
Roles of laughter $ of smiles,
Laughter full of teary eyes.
Walking the road of humanity for miles,
A humanity full of guile.
Life makes humanity a strange pun,
Everybody’s running there own run.

The music of variance
is the complexity of existence.
Infinite on one side and incessant on the other,
Stretching to both ends like a perfect rubber.
Pulling the string of instigation
Trying to reach to perfection,
Human experiments with human limits,
Essence of it all can be relished.
In an unknown fever of frenzied living
No!! nothing to take and with out givings.
Come may the zombie walks altered to serenity,
Riding away fast on horses of eternity.