The mind of a child

I was recently traveling in train (awfully boring and isolated journey it was), and all the people were behind the curtains, and I wanted to catch a glimpse of a human face.
I couldn't have asked for more, like fresh sunshine,
I saw a child with a smile. :)


What is it like, to have
a mind of a child?
What hidden treasures of Atlantis
are there to find?

This mind never ceases to wonder
The bounty of all thats over and under
There are very few rich wellsprings
Than that, of a mind of a child.

Reality is, but situational
Imagination, so accessible
The king and keeper of its realm
Is the mind of a child.

Even esoterics sung the fable
To retrieve the unretrievable
What one really needs to have
Is the mind of a child.

To have life in sinew
To paint the dreams anew
All the world needs
Is the mind of a child.


In this world, unfathomable
There are few things as simple
As that of,
The mind of a child.

Things I don't understand

I cant and I cant decide
what's wrong from what's right

Where is the day break
and where's the end of night.

Why people run away
or find someone to blame,

Why do people change
and not  remain the same.

Why little things have to
always ruin everything

Why people who don't care
have to be glory basking.

Why is fate to decide
where you bend

Why all good things
must come to an end.

Hello there Sunshine!

Hello there sunshine

after the rain

glittering teardrops

on wet terrain

Warm n fuzzy

am smiling silly

my heart's flying high

A balloon on a clear sunny sky

Hello there sunshine
after the rain

please do stay by me

all through the day. :) :) :)

My Happy Ending

Waking up, I say:
Everything's okay
My life's so great!
Everything's set straight.

This innocence
This ignorance
Wish it'd be never ending

This innocence

This ignorance

Is my happy ending.

These walls around

Make me sound

I feel so safe inside of me.

A state of bliss

It's hard to miss

Perhaps it's too addictive.

Over the walls

Nothing climbs in

Happy inside

Not a thing grim.

This innocence

This ignorance

Yeah may be I am faking.

This innocence

This ignorance

Is my happy ending.

Was feeling relieved both relieved and bored to have some free time... so whiled it away... :P

Lull before the dawn


Wisps of darkness
Flits by the moon
The glow eclipsed
Will be over soon


The faint trail is still behind
The naive ant crawls by
One more smile
One more sigh.


Come, and hear my song
Need to break this 
Lull before the dawn.


Hands point to twelve and ten
Sheeps jump over the fence
Strings of images across a mind
Voices silent, colours intense.

These days fly
on a merry-go-round
Playing life fast forward
Now, a button found.

Come, and hear my song
Need to break this
Lull before the dawn.


The song is not about 
Long lost souls,
Or broken hearts,
Nor merry foes;


Its not about,,
A day gone by,
Withering candles,
Or flaming skies


No, not an old wives tale
Or, a truth deceiving
Neither is it a soliloquy
with a hidden deeper meaning.


But


Do come, 
and hear my song,
Need to break this
Lull before the dawn.

Cluster of Bougainvilleas

A divine morning
Glorious sunrise
Prayers in the air
We mere mortals
stood enchanted.

Behind us all
a bougainvillea tree
Sinewy boughs
blossom-adorned
admired by children three.

A cluster of bougainvilleas
was their hearts desire
Sparkly eyes
filled with longing
Hands outstretched.

The quicker kid
grabbed a branch
with combined effort
the trio tugged
And prize was theirs.

The cluster of bougainvilleas
was really pretty
fresh as the morning
soft petals dainty
Kids' faces glowed.

Meanwhile the mortals
Prayed fast and low
longevity, wealth, fame
Hands up in plea
Heads down in reverence.

I couldn't ask
surrendered to Almighty
let him decide this
I will take what I get
Whatever that may be.

Behind the hallowed
the merry laughter
was long gone
and so were the
Three little kids.

But what was there
was the once pretty
Cluster of bougainvilleas
Trampled, unwanted
I did not pray for it.

Independence

What does independence mean to you?

For me it could be summed up as in Lord Tennyson's words:

". . . but while I breathe Heaven's air, and Heaven looks down on me, And smiles at my best meanings, I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul."

Independence of course means different things to different people. If a person is some how challenged, to him, independence means, to overcome his challenge, his handicap, to be able to fend for himself, to not be dependent on anyone. We all have our challenges, our problems. Here is wish for a Happy Independence day

Shallow are the faces
Shallow are their minds
Shallow lies my empty heart
Shallow is all that I find.

Hollow is the reel
Hollow is this cage
Hollow and shallow mixed together
Is what incites my rage.

So, follow your dreams, your heart
Or follow your own device
Follow whatever you want
But don't follow my advice.

SO WHAT?

Yeah, so what if I fell?
so what if I made mistakes?
so what if I grovelled in mud?
so what if I feel disgraced?
I still have myself to summon,
Hell, I dont want an Undo button.

With Time...

Memories are supposed to fade
Strings are supposed to break
You say that Time is the best healer
Tilt the hourglass for me then.

How to be a friend?

What is a friend?
What is the job of a friend?
Is it to stand beside?
Is it to lend a shoulder to cry?
Is it a way to confide?
Or is it a way to fool your mind?

Incepted

Yesterday, I watched the movie Inception. And how was it? Well... my reaction is ITS A GODDAMNED FREAKING MINDBLOWINGLY MINDBOGGLING EPIC GODLY AWESOME MOVIE!!! Its a movie to be watched atleast 3 times to fully appreciate the masterpiece, if not 5 times. As I watched the movie, I realised this is going to be an awesome movie, so I kept a lookout throughout the whole movie for a single slip, a single mistake, and, I did not find it. After watching it and replaying it and mulling over it in my mind, I still havent. If you asked me to rate the movie I would rate it 9.999999..... not giving it the perfect 10 for the simple reason that I am biased to believe that nothing is perfect. This movie is worth watching even if you undergo a torture session to watch it. Well. At least thats what I feel.

Watching this movie was like a parallel world experience for me, as if I was really sharing a dream with somebody. Chris Nolan's dream. And boy, what a dream, does he get his facts so straight. The concept, the story, the details, the special effects, even the ideas like, weaving the subcounscious and the conscious with the unreal and real, 'the kick', 'the totem',"extractor', 'architect', 'forger', 'chemist', deja vu, dream within a dream, paradox and never ending loops (explained by penrose's steps/ impossible staircase), how the subconscious effects the conscious (both positively and negatively), training and experimenting with your subconscious, the horror of being lost and facing the demons lurking within you, and last but not the least 'the limbo'. Such concepts on which people will probably spend hours and pages explaining, he brings them all together like a fine tuned orchestra just for his audience within a timespan of two and half hours. Even the structure of the movie is like a dream, folding upon itself.

The movie reminded me of the Matrix (a simple idea that our world is not real) and Shutter Island, and I can probably spend hours talking nonstop about the parallel implications that each of the individual ideas used in this movie made me think of and how they were so in agreement with the concepts; of which the most intriguing was the use of the term limbo with reference to a dream. Limbo, according to Christianity, is a mythical place where people who die with original sin end up in. Its neither heaven nor hell, just the border. In medical practice, it means coma. Where you are just on the border of being alive or dead, being conscious or unconscious. In the movie, limbo is the ultimate deepest level of a dream, where you have only pure raw infinite subconscious to face. I was blown away!!

This movie has so many open strings for the viewer to debate upon (I wont even dare touch the subject of the ending), I questioned each one of them and tried to find out if anyone of them was a mistake on the part of the director. But I could only come up with alternate answers. Was that really done on purpose???

An idea is really the most resilient parasite and true inspiration is truly impossible to fake.... I am thoroughly and thoroughly Incepted.

Confessions of an infected mind

The games that I play are unending

Its the way of life I find worth living 

  Pushing myself beyond my limit 

  Is the only way I find to to cure It 

Inevitably drawn towards complications 

  What do I do when I run out of distractions? 

  Sleep is your lady, she refuses to be in my lair; 

The only dreams that I have are nightmares

Illusion

This physical world responds
to our fears and desires
this notion is something that
I find disturbing to understand

And if God would reflect
upon his prized creation
would he be proud, happy?
or would it be a mistake sad?

Cracked mirrors echo
the secrets hidden most
shy away if you want to
or are you ready for the fall?

Your World is your Mind
your Mind is your World
a perpetual paradox
Elusive illusion, covers it all.

Striking a balance

Seal it with a flourish and smile
But be prepared to pay the fine

Turn your head both the ways
And not ever ever get swayed

Its the razor-sharp edge of a knife
Tip-toe, hang on to dear life

On one side is hell,  another pain divine
Be careful, you walk on a thin hot red line.

Sing me a lullaby

Sing me a lullaby
I need to close my eyes

Its been long since the sun
Has kissed the sky goodbye
And she blushing pink and crimson let
Bejeweled black hair down with a sigh

Silent is the blowing wind
Silent is this night
Stars gaze down at the earth
With their silent eyes

Sing me a lullaby
I need to close my eyes

The birds have gone back to their nests

Where they are eagerly awaited

But I eagerly await you sleep,

To come down upon my two eyes

Dear sleep lets end this strife,

Bury me in my mother's arms

Whisper your night song in my ear

And caress my fears goodbye

Sing me a lullaby

I need to close my eyes.

Everything Fades Away

Silhouettes loom in the corridors

Like ghosts in the corners of my mind

This walk is never ending;

In search of a path that I'll never find.

Meant to live, meant to breathe

This world is a perfect place to hide,

The mechanical life goes on

With reality, some dreams don't collide.

For once this bleary town

Had looked so different that night

Blood sang out of me from nowhere

Had never felt so alive.

Its still good to have  memories

A slow smile creeping up at low tide

Soon swallowed by waves of emptiness

Seasoned with self-pride.

Want to wake up kicking screaming,

Imbibe each drop till I burst with life

Hollow, brain-dead, broken

But the spirit refuses to die.

Whats not meant to be, will never be

No matter what you feel, do or say;

Once again I learn my lesson

Everything fades away.

Silliness

On the window sill,
I saw a little kitten run by
Aiming and jumping
after an elusive butterfly.

I watched curiously
laughing, I almost fell off my chair
Coz as much as it tried,
The kitten kept missing it by a hair.

Even if it did catch it
that would be the end of the game
What you want and what you get;
May not actually be the same.

Run along as much as you want
After this and that and that,
The pursuit of happiness is pointless;
Be practical, stupid cat!

Ephemeral

Red, soft petals,
a memory now withered.
Fragile, round, thin
slowly dissolves into nothing.
Thats the way life is
thats the way is happiness
Like water that slips
away, between your fingers.
An insane blue bird

looks for a cage to call home,

It lives for a while
Ephemeral it is, not Immortal;
Dying on the wings of time,
A time, that once was.

Russian Roulette

A hand drops the gun to the table,
Another turns it around;
I take a seat to face my enemy
Deep breath before the rounds.

My opponent is a cool one
Fanning with a black fan;
Dares me to pick up the gun
And the fun began.

My opponent knows me through and through
She knows how to incite
The words hit home and I stand
All braced up to fight.

I upturn the glass and set it afire
to shake things up;
Hold the gun to my head
suppressing a hiccup.

Nothing happens
I give a gleeful victorious smile
I pass the gun to my opponent
and mock her back this time.

With almost steady hands
She gracefully, picks it
As if it were some jewel
Adorning the neck of a puppet

Even this time
There is only a click;
The Bullet did not choose her
My breath gets thick.

Blood rushes into my ears
My eyes, head, heart stop
All I can think of now
Is how I can pass the death cup

With steady eyes
I point my gun
Size up my enemy
and fire my Weapon

The bullet races against time
And lodges in the forehead
My enemy slumps in her chair
But I dont move ahead

Through the glass wall
I scream and scream and scream
I watch helplessly as I kill myself;
This is not a dream.

Fiction

That is my notebook
and that is my pen
thats my chair,
and this, is my den.

Those are things accomplished
along with dreams that waver
and these are the things I have to do
Come whatever.

Don't know when, my life
for what did I mistook
I feel as if I am
some character in a book.

Coudn't care

Couldn't care less about the world I see
Humans devouring humans; minds filthy

Couldn't care less about the poison I feel
I dare it to pierce, make me reel

Couldn't care less about, what you think
Its ironic enough, that you live on the same brink.

The blind side

When the dying sun seems like
a colored blob just out of your reach;
and you start to expect warmth
to emanate from sunny colored liquids;
When the white crescent moon seems like
a monstrous scar on the back of the sky;
and you feel that no light will ever touch
the tattered fabric of your face;
I say
welcome, to the blind side.

Tumblings of a rumbling mind (or is it the other way round?)

I went on a calming walk  and upon finding a quiet spot, sat down to unravel the musings of my subconscious. The ambiance had a calming effect. The dark sky above my head lighted by the last rays of the dying sun, the stony road beneath my covered feet and the low rumbling noise of a train moving on to its destination.......

It was still not night, not many stars were visible. The nude wooden branches formed a mesh over my head, dividing the sky into uneven sections.

One sole glittering star looked back at me. I stared at it too for some time. "I've been here much longer." it seemed to say to me. A few more branch sections away, was another glimmering star. Much more farther off was another lone star, blinking silently. The mesh above my head reminded me of the internet.

Meanwhile, a little family of dogs came over, not very far from where I was; a mamma dog, with its two puppies. The mamma dog was startled to find an unexpected being in its usual locality.It looked at me with dumbfounded eyes, and trotted off, glancing at intervals suspiciously from the corner of her eye.

The oldest puppy was a happy-go-lucky type, or an idiot, it didnt seem to be affected by my presence, and ran off without paying any attention.

The smallest puppy was happily following its sibling, taking steps that grew larger each time with excitement. Finding me, it stopped, shocked, as if it had seen a ghost. With bewildered eyes it looked at me for a few seconds. I smiled at it to encourage it to come to me. The puppy released a low moan in reply.

Was it trying to sympathize with me?

No, the poor puppy was scared, scared of me. It was funny to see the creature, standing on its four, rooted to its spot, stricken with fear, of me.

Its moans were heard by its family, and they stopped and turned their heads in the pup's direction, trying to analyse the cause of its sudden moaning.

Then they accompanied the little pup probably to some other more comfortable place, after the mamma dog gave me one last suspicious glare.

The incident seemed to lift up my mood and I stood up smiling. Some how it made me sad too. I was happy because I could find something funny. Sad because, I was doubting my sanity.

The lamposts on the road seemed to glow brighter, may be with relief, to see me head back to reality.

It is said that everything in this world is connected. I touched the leaves of a drooping tree. Just in case its true.

A poem for by beloved lost Cycle

Here I sit, immobilized
As grief seizes my heart
My mind flashes back to the moments we shared
But my heart dares not.

I am to blame for losing you
I cannot forget this fact
I could not keep you safe
Couldn't keep you intact.

I will miss you my dear friend
What I shared with you was priceless;
Your faithful company is what I yearn for,
I still crave for you, hopeless.

Liquid, smooth, tempting
 delicious, red, haunting
 sap it up, I must,
  a hint of salt and rust
  The sensation has no words
   I got a taste of my own blood.

To be or not to be

God has given me eyes
but I choose to be blind;
God has given me ears
but i choose to be deaf;
God has given me tongue
but I choose to be mute;
God has made me
but I choose not to be.

Delirious Desires

I wish to paint my walls;
But the colors, I cannot find.

I look at the world, jaded,
Still cannot make up my mind.

So what do we have today?
Another deceit or another way?

Something, stirs inside
what is it, I cannot determine:

A desire for truth or the desire to lie,
A desire to live, a desire to die.

Eco friendly publicity

So now Abhishek Bacchan is eco friendly too.
Promoting Idea in the Avatar of a Kalpavriksha
"Use mobile, save paper"

What an Idea sir-jeee!!

time for me to be eco-friendly too

To all the viewers of Saas-bahu serials, victims of cold, n my fellow research mates:

Use handkerchief, save paper.

Lunatic Rantings

I am a big big girl
in a big big big world
and big girls dont cry (or so say Emilia n Fergie).

But this mad mad world
is filled with mad mad people
who make each other sad.

just as Lewis Caroll had expressed through his book about a topsy turvy world:

“'But I don’t want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can’t help that,' said the Cat. 'We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.'
'How do you know I’m mad?' said Alice.
'You must be,” said the Cat. 'or you wouldn’t have come here.'”

Real world more weird, no?

Yup. you're mad. or else u wouldnt be reading this. 

Freedom in chains

a man is born free
but everywhere he is in chain
he may have his hands free
but 'destiny' is his refrain

when the mind is abound
its soul mate is yet to be found
and when the heart finds its mate
some leave it up to their fate

some believe in the signs
some in spontaneity
they do not know what they want
and wallow in self pity

the path we take
in the name of future impending
is usually overshadowed
by our past continually nagging

yet, humanity, it flourishes!
all sing its glory!
if only we could be so blind
and ignore the real story

a man is born free
but everywhere he is in chain
he may have his hands free
but 'destiny' is his refrain.

The Aftermath

Morning woke me up
Not that I was sleeping;
I just happened to cross the line
Between inactivity and day dreaming.


Something was irritating me
It was so easy to kill;
One stroke, one sharp twist,
Required no skill.


Oh, dead it is, I saw it die
But it left behind a stain;
However cold you may be inside
You will still feel the pain.

Colors of love

Oh well its valentine's day... thought could write something :P

Love, can be red
A long stemmed rose, on my bed

Love, can be blue
A perfect sky, for me and you

Love, can be green
Alive, young, fresh and serene

Love, can be orange
Possessive, obstinate, illogical and strange

Love, can be purple
A passionate, spirited, deep ensemble

Love, can also be black
The darkest night, a wall to be painted back.

Ghost

There is a ghost right behind my back
who appears in dead black
whispering continually
i choose to ignore usually;
today i heard it say,
how long are you gonna stay?
one day, your mask will crack
I wont be there on your back
that day who will speak?
I, you, or some other freak?

Loneliness

I wander on the streets

Stare at the night sky

Stare at the moon

And the horde of stars passing by

The empty street

The trees against the sky

See them standing still

Their boughs stretched at the sky

What do they yearn?

What do they seek?

Solace from this world?

Filled with decaying reek?

Solace, if it only could be found

Peace, can it ever be found?

Silent screaming

Hopes drowned

Smile, I smile at the moon

I find my solace

Yes,

Within my loneliness.