A Story...

Chapter 1

He followed the lady as she left the bar….out on the streets, in the dark, deep in alleys further darkened by the greed of mankind and the urge to be animal. The alleys were the ones which were strictly forbidden when he was a kid….these were the alleys of shame. As he grew, he wasn't sure, losing the conviction over the knowledge which had been passed onto him from his parents. What replaced it were the stories he had heard from friends who swore it to be no less than paradise, if there ever was any.

Today seemed like his chance. He was good with talking, having inherited it from his father who was a salesman, and a very good one it seems coz all the ladies in the area where he lived, smiled differently at him. However, his foray into the learnings of life was pretty limited, till then.

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to be continued...

Freedom...

                                                                   

Desires & Freedom

Freedom....
Is nothing but illusion
For every choice that we make
There is a price to be paid

Compulsions, considerations
Of feelings, of hunger, of passion
A slave....freedom is
But then, what matters is
What we seek

India, the sleeping giant…finally waking up??

Come Olympics and most of us manage to develop a new faculty of self…some turn patriotic, some develop hope in the garb of loyalty of a fan, some add aggression to their armory of senseless complaint of the country that stems from their inability to get out of India so far and some discover new passion & reason to not do anything. However, for a nation like India, such events are like a breath of fresh air…..giving new vigour to the zeal that youth has, uniting the different sects, castes, communities in some small ways, and in general ensuring that a sense of a common identity prevails all across the nation. Certainly, such events do a lot more to bring in positivity & a sense of purpose to the nation than any rhetoric of leaders that we have.

No wonder then the whole nation waits in anticipation for us to do well at the London 2012 Olympics. Because the success of those who are representing us is the success of ‘us; a better showing at the games than the last time around will be a sign that as a nation India is finally waking up. More than the truth in this thought, it’s the belief that’s more important. Well, after a week has passed in the games, I want to wish best of luck to all my heroes, my representatives who are still left standing, still fighting – bring us glory, we all need it.

People judge you by what you say but they never do it to themselves

People judge you by what you say but they never do it to themselves.

I say this because I am been judged every time, everywhere and yet I, too am, guilty of it. We think we only know ourselves too well to be frivolous and superficial in our judgement of us. I guess, the shallowness of our minds and hearts is obvious here...we don't grant the rationale to the other and yet are ever accommodating to our vices...reasoning ourselves and anyone else who would bother, to justify...then why do we not behave the same while judging others...why do we accept the obvious and do not delve deeper, look beyond and reason before we pass a judgement to ourselves...

Not Without You

For My Wife

If I could write poetry

I would write to you

If I could sing a song

I would sing it to you

I would make them beautiful

And they would all be true

I would write of love

And how it is you
And then...

I would sing of life

And how it is...
Not, without you

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My Morning's Delight

My morning’s delight

For days you haven’t been

The effect is somber

I wake up tired, bloodshot eyes

A gush of air, across my face

Fails to drive you away

And I remember you

Conceited woman, wanton love

Futile desire, I mull over

Your treachery, albeit with no anger

Though gone, you are just at the turn

The play is stupidity, my princess

No more you can run

Luxury, worldly pleasure

You desire lavish affairs

But everything comes for a price

There is no remembrance

Of kisses we shared, the way we loved

Though I clearly remember the beginning

Of the end that was

My morning’s delight

For days you haven’t been

Darkness within, morning’s delight

For no more you will ever be

Words......

Words; an ensemble of differently arranged alphabets……come together to mean what you want to say…..and even that you don’t want to say…….thoughts, desire, demands, requests, pleas, orders and feelings; words say all……words……my best friend……my worst enemy….have won me admirers aplenty….and I have hurt friends as well……words…………..well, if only I could be more careful with you……………

I don't even try...

Everywhere – around, behind, at the front, and by the sides, the ugly and cruel face of poverty stares at me, mocks me. And, I see the mockery of life, brashly laughing at me, on me. Innocent faces wearing the mask of adulthood; soul – deprived of love, of care and yet getting on with life in the manner they have learned – begging, cheating, enticing the flesh hunters and getting poisoned, intoxicated to forget the worries; the realities for a few moments. These few moments are their bliss and they live in these few make-believe dream moments – only to get back to the world they know. I wish I could change their world, make it better in some way. Their world pains me, keeps me awake, and makes me cry. I feel ashamed over my helplessness and for the fact – I don’t even try…

To Break Free...

There is no form……no confinement……only chaos……you mould…….you lend….you conform……yet in essence…..nature…and everything else is free of any mould….of any shape that can be a limitation……..everything has to let go…….there is always an opening…..always….and freedom to mould….to break free…..to re-conform…….