An Ode to God

Ok Bloody Lord! Haven't you seen me down here ?
All in pieces, yet in one and yet more to come
You gave me a bloody head and a fucking nose
But its not about that I am morose.
You made me think, even about you.
And I proved you didn't exist.
Still, here I am, giving you an ode
Rather, a complaint against an unsatisfactory abode.
I yelled out, watched my own eyes
Till it got sore and I had to shut it out.
So, if you think you can get me out of this mess
Do send a reply soon.

A New Found Purpose of Existence

Thiruvananthapuram Branch of SIRC of I.C.A.I., P.B.No.416, T.C.41/401, Pound Road, Thycaud, Thiruvananthapuram - 695 014

Desire

Within the inner folds, inspite of all the logics
lies the governing wilderness, the incognito.

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

"My dear brother, I am not despondent and have not lost heart. Life is life.......everywhere. There will always be people around me, to remain a human being among them, to be always humane in the face of misfortune, to keep one's courage and not to fall - that is what life is about, that is my supreme challenge"

I waited.
A few breaths in the beginning.
Time passed, Flowers grew, dew fell, waves receded, Sun sank.
Yet I waited.
For something even I didn't know.

In quest of the reason for my wait,
I searched myself and everyone else
Whose eyes possessed me ?
Whose thoughts provoked me ?

I waited onto the night and beyond,
Beyond the timeless space of time.
For an answer to which I had no question for

I waited, until I knew not that past has moved on
Into shades of present.

I still wait.

I can't tell if I'm a kingpin or a pauper
Some, Greedy little people in a sea of distress.
Some, Unimpressed by material excess

I'm a low brow but I rock a little know-how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart, get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now.

Death defying this mess I'm buying
It's raining down with love and hate
And I find it hard to motivate

Theres a reason for the twenty-first century...
Not too sure, but I know that its meant to be
And just that it's meant to be.

He has let himself go only once: it was an emotional moment, getting to his first hundred before his adoring home fans. But his celebration after he got to his first double-hundred, a landmark he sought and will cherish, was far more subdued. There was the raising of the arms and the acknowledgment of applause from his team-mates and the crowd. But then there was also a series of little pumps of the fist, and a waving of the helmet. Those were for himself. There was an air of fulfillment, of a man celebrating privately in public. His smile touched a million hearts: his struggle to regain his place, and some would say his honour, have been among the most stirring and uplifting stories in cricket.

A silent sob, an illusionistic life and a few moving seconds.

Torn between misery and resonsibility, men walk upon this soil. Clouded by unambiguous desire and deep-rotting fear, the pair of eyes seize to capture every oppurtune moment. Where there is wind, there is no water. Where there is sun, there is no enlightening light. Left to themselves, everything rots. Moth-eaten and thought deprived, the human form transcends itself into a dangerous clawed animal bereft of any reasoning power.
Impassionate flames reduce themselves to cold ash. So cold a vapour does it effuse that the eyes feel no fear, skin feels no pain. The flames that once blinded the ever growing sky, have now left the vision clear. The vision of the blue horizon merging with the crimson clouds, but is it what we craved for ? Wasn't it the flame that made us hope for the sanctity of the sky. But then, the brain has become so thick that every emotion has turned numb.

A drop of sweet, elixir of wine has fallen into our tastebuds. Deceived by the soul-filling poison, we have chosen to be lost in its taste. Our eyes have been turned blind by our own foolery. A silent sob, an illusionistic life and a few moving seconds. The shadows have crept across the gardens, the towers, the roads and amongst hearts of men. All sets of eyes have become fearsome and fearful. Deceived by the beauty of those eyes, we haven't yet realised our folly. We now walk upon dead corpses of a land that was. Or is this my nightmare ? Or was this the way the world always was ? Is my eyes the culprit, giving me a picture of a serene landscape ? Did it never exist ?
The tumultous uproar of the sky bursts down shards of the sea. Drenched in the realisation of a mistake, a mistake we committed when our hearts dreamt. All that remains is a wet pool of mud, swivelling and spiralling amongst itself, without a beginning nor an end. The sun has been blotted out. The sky has been draped over by the consequences of our desire, the nights have become darker. A cold shrill that wasn't there before, settles into pure hearts. For others, it is an unrealised epitome of life's greed.

I used to by my own protection
but not now
My path has lost direction
somehow

And the clouds above move closer and closer
looking so dissatisfied.
And the ground below grows colder and colder
as they bind me inside.
But, the heartless wind keeps blowing and blowing.

I close both locks below the window
I blind all the light and turn away.
Sometimes, solution aren't so simple
Sometimes, goodbye is the only way.

Trying to be genuine, its not as easy as it seems
Somehow I get caught up in between.
Trying to be someone was easier than it seemed
Somehow I still got caught up in between
Between my pride and my promise
Between my lies and the truth

The vacancy these words reveal
is the only real thing that I am left to feel.
And I've got nothing to say