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

:D

Walking, without a compass.
Walking, with two legs.
There are only two things.
A sky above
A sky below.
Winds do blow
and I keep getting blown away.
I tried to stand tall amongst the ruins
But found that I was also amongst ruins.
Now I smile at myself.
There's Nothing to lose, or to gain, in this world.
Lets walk forth.
And enjoy walking.
Let's share our misfortunes.
Let's forget about the past.
Let's forget ourselves.
Let's dwell in this world.

A labyrinth

A lot of pages have been left unwritten. A lot of words have been left unsaid. All that was there was a mirage. A mirage formed from the heart's ever greedy desires. The day is over, mist and dew have fallen, cold-blooded night has descended upon me. I can't see myself. Vast stretches of sand move beneath my feet. My legs feel the ail of the tiring exercise. A purposeless, hard walk on sands which do not know where they are going to. I kneel before the stars, the night-sky, the cold-blooded night, the mushy sands, I kneel before myself. Show me light. Show me what I have to do. What does free-will have to do in this intricately planned out world ? I let you have your choices because my choices are heartbroken.
A few good moments on this soil is all that I ask for. The fresh air caressing my cheeks in the dawn, the palms waving under the half-knitted moon and a reek of absolutely crystal water, that shines diamond in the noon. Hand me these and I vow never to wield this pen again. For today, I am broken. I am shattered by my own treachery. I no longer have faith in myself. I am not me. My actions have no control over my thoughts. I have degraded myself into a non-humane form. So self-engrossed that there is no place for this world. Not even a sincere thought has cared to ripple across my brain. All have been in the hope of fame, admiration or sympathy.
But today, while this tap, mercilessly, lets the water flow and the pen, unthinkingly, lets the words flow, I sit. I sit, looking at mankind, looking at myself. So accustomed to the each pixel of my tiresome features. I do not weep for my heart is no longer alive. Only a being with claws on his hand and hard-toothed canines on his mouth. Ready to bite a sweet bite upon men who have walked alongside.
Where are we ? Why does it have to be so beautiful ? Why are we here and nowhere else ? Why am I falling under the weight of my own feet ? Why am I hiding myself ? Why is it that thoughts aren't transparent ? Why is it that emotions are so afraid to show themselves under the sun ?
I have answered these questions a million times over. But then, we move on. Time is like a river which keeps flowing towards the eternal ocean. The ocean is unseen. But the dipping blot of fire in the horizon tells me that the ocean will always be there. And it too dies.