Weep, my friend
Till you attain the calmness of this river
Till you become this river
Daughter of river faded away behind the sombrous woods
She erected a labyrinth around herself
Impermeable,
A stranger is there only to lose his way!
Weep, my friend
For the golden fields and mango groves,
The song which she still owes to you
The stormy oceans are still there beckoning you
to become one among the salty drops.
I must unlearn myself,
The tragic art of hearing music from emptiness
The murky world of never happening loves
Oh my friend
Start liberating the world and words
From your whims,
Your imaginations strangulate the space and time
Let them go on its flow
Never warp the delicate strings
Leave them to its peace of unsung hymns
Free your eyes from the shackling words of non sense
Breathe an air of reality
Half brittle, half bitter
Become one among the ocean drops
Never stand apart
You won’t hold the mighty oceans or the silent river
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Mango groves and golden fields kept on lingering on my mind for such long. Now its time for the reality check . If you can see any common strings between last three posts, then there you are. The recurrence of golden images! the futility of imagined world and puzzling minds.
Last 2 weeks were such a period of turbulence that I couldnt resist writing them down,if not I couldnt survive anymore. All my teardrops ossified into crystals forming shapes that mocked at me. People around me were a little bit afraid of my sudden short temper. Although later I explained to all, attributing all blames on ICICI!
The illusion of being special always misled me into imagined world from which it is always hard to escape.
I dont want to explain anything more, thats it !
There is an evident change thats prominently marking the tone ofwords. Its the pain of earning for distinctness. The abyss of mediocrity is attracting me. I cant hold this existential angst. I am going to settle down in this mediocre world. I don't want to know any more I don't want to stand apart.
I remember a poem of mine in malayalam long way back, declaring my independence from all established notions. The poem which wanted to be a water drop left separate from all oceans, a bud which earned to be out of all forests.
Now its time for checking the pulse!
I am going back to the same ocean of common worlds and words.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Scattering wind
How shall we survive those grueling past of all-shriveling storms
The strings of our words are torn apart
Never will this ocean let out any curse from its bedrock.
I wonder whether the lost souls of my childhood will come back
The exorcist has sent them to nether worlds
The grinding music waned away,
The music which stirred the silent souls;
we buried them long ago
We wait for the cold winds over the dry lands
Carrying the frozen seeds of those rhythms,
Laments across the ridges
Scratched away from wombs,
Mourning of eyes which never take forms
which never see sunlight!
The strings of our words are torn apart
Never will this ocean let out any curse from its bedrock.
I wonder whether the lost souls of my childhood will come back
The exorcist has sent them to nether worlds
The grinding music waned away,
The music which stirred the silent souls;
we buried them long ago
We wait for the cold winds over the dry lands
Carrying the frozen seeds of those rhythms,
Laments across the ridges
Scratched away from wombs,
Mourning of eyes which never take forms
which never see sunlight!
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Nameless
Everyone left our spaces;
Guarded by great walls
We turn strangers to ourselves
One day suddenly
All those paths forgot my name
Wiped out my foot prints on their chest
We turned strangers such easy
But
The scent of yours which drove me crazy
Never happened kisses
Are still in this air
Still none of them will embrace the stranger
Only the distant mirage calls him to deceive
But I can still see the golden rays of her land
The mango groves which shed the pristine dew
The river which meanders across her abode
The scars which indigo made into the dusty soil!
Who erased all the rosy scenes
As if a wicked spell that changed us upside,
The beast of two years which prowled around
Separating our births
Or the world of words which obliterated all our feelings
I remember cursing all the letters to their doom!
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Yes, I am back to my diary after a long period of lull. To say the truth, early I was free most of the time , escaping the attention of Managers pretending to work! But this time they have got hold of me and assigned me hectic application resposibility. But that doesnt mean I was going without turbulence. But work was gaping at me all the time. This time again at a break down I wrote something down to get relieved. And here it is.
Guarded by great walls
We turn strangers to ourselves
One day suddenly
All those paths forgot my name
Wiped out my foot prints on their chest
We turned strangers such easy
But
The scent of yours which drove me crazy
Never happened kisses
Are still in this air
Still none of them will embrace the stranger
Only the distant mirage calls him to deceive
But I can still see the golden rays of her land
The mango groves which shed the pristine dew
The river which meanders across her abode
The scars which indigo made into the dusty soil!
Who erased all the rosy scenes
As if a wicked spell that changed us upside,
The beast of two years which prowled around
Separating our births
Or the world of words which obliterated all our feelings
I remember cursing all the letters to their doom!
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Yes, I am back to my diary after a long period of lull. To say the truth, early I was free most of the time , escaping the attention of Managers pretending to work! But this time they have got hold of me and assigned me hectic application resposibility. But that doesnt mean I was going without turbulence. But work was gaping at me all the time. This time again at a break down I wrote something down to get relieved. And here it is.
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