Up raised the hands
Which was all I could see
The baton was shivering
As if curious to know the key
And then came the clarinet
With its poignant piece
The sax & the trumpet
Elevated the vivid caprice.
The floating notes
Channeled in towards me
As if being sucked in
By the “barren sea”
The lost soul had found the pitch,
As the words started to mould in
Eyes closed, hypnotised
I had totally synced in.
Suddenly a devilish echo filled the room
As the beat abruptly stopped.
And there was the draped horseman hitting again
Shining his double edged sword.
Terrorised, I turned back
And no soul, no podium was in sight.
In their place, lied the endless desert,
Spewing fire like a dragon in plight.
And there was the placard
With something written in blood red.
My feet riveted, soul stupefied,
As my lips read –
“Life is a labyrinth
Everything is a propaganda
‘Cause deep down you know,
No hay banda!”
Inspired by – Franz Kafka & David Lynch.
There was fall in my mind,
As I picked up the autumn leaves.
And I kept on walking,
Amidst the naive breeze.
The birds, they cawed,
As if they knew the routine.
And there she was,
And that countenance keen
The attire that once swept my heart,
Was a broken soul like the nonchalant air.
Still the fighter managed to smile
As if she was sure I was there.
Thousand words were left unspoken
But that gaze, it exhaled life.
With eager eyes I looked at her
But she went right ahead without a strife
My reluctant thoughts were sure this was it,
As she folded the satin in a crease,
And dropped it just beside the stone,
That said “Rest In Peace”.
The fall ended as autumn dawned in.
But there was no sorrow.
‘Cause I knew,
There will again be a fall, tomorrow.
While strolling in the jungles of my mind,
A beautiful castle I designed.
A surreal ambiance with conspicuous lights
Rescued me from the daily freights.
Each moment in the castle was golden.
I, me and myself were emboldened.
We would lock the castle from the insides
And embark upon some pretty wild rides.
Each thought was about the castle.
Each day was without a wrestle.
The castle was my four leaf clover.
As the hard times were finally over.
But one day, the sun began to set.
And my cells began to fret.
Since they had breathed the “holy” air,
They just didn’t seem to care.
Helpless, I locked myself inside the castle
Each moment brought greater hassle.
Me and myself went different ways
And I was left alone in the sadist haze.
I used to scream desperately.
But it would just echo back and pierce me.
The cries and tears were of no avail.
‘Cause even the air had been veiled.
With my limited senses, I planned escape.
But the key was lost and the ceilings taped.
Finally, I mustered courage and broke the walls.
There I was, recovering from the fatal fall.
Days were hard and relationships awful.
Like a pariah, I was deemed unlawful.
Me and myself were done with their muse.
‘Cause I was recovering which was the best news.
Eventually, I learnt to love the wrestle.
‘Cause I knew there was never a beautiful castle.
Caffeine, nicotine and a heavy mind
Took me up towards the skylines.
97 steps climbed in full pleasure.
The breeze was still, but enjoyed in leisure.
The stars seemed to mock the nutcase.
But my rock steady legs left the base.
4th floor passed by and it felt great.
The cool wind was loving me,
And I reciprocated the emotions duly.
3rd floor and a loss of weight.
Thank you God for the beautiful days,
From the quizzing to the musical phase.
2nd floor and the ground was near.
Forgive me mom, Forgive me dad.
For your son was a broken lad.
1st floor and there was no fear.
With an unperturbed guise,
I was about to close my eyes.
But, the ground suddenly ripped apart.
And a galore of creepy snakes took its place,
With shining fangs, ready to leave no trace.
Horror had kissed me like a poisoned dart.
My rock steady legs were moving in a trance.
From the ugly grip of terror, I woke up, still in trance.
Wiping off the sweat, I asked Him
“Of so many minions, Why snakes?”
Came the fitting reply,
“Because it was unexpected.
And it’s the unexpected,
That acts as a drive,
Which keeps one alive.”
I was given a pair of shoes as a gift.
For me, they were a perfect fit.
A new found happiness for a child unrestrained,
Rejoicing and dancing, as if heavens just rained.
Adorned they were by a few holes in them,
From where the colors of sunshine peeped in.
Uncomely they were for the eyes outside.
But for me, they were nothing less than true pride.
I could walk anyway I wanted
Ebullient, I was the least daunted.
But those shoes, they defied society’s yardstick.
And so I discarded them for a “fancy” pick.
I walked the way I was taught.
Even when I was clearly fraught.
My countenance did betray the thoughts within.
But I was not the one to give in.
Following a toy soldier, I tried to stand undefeated.
Carrying the load I was clearly heat treated.
But never did I lose my sangfroid.
Even when I was awfully annoyed.
But now after all these civilized years,
And all these unperturbed tears,
I yearn for those tattered shoes,
Which aptly taught me the ones and twos.
So when you see my composure wail,
Or when my steps are frigid and frail,
Remind me of my tattered shoes,
And I’ll be dancing and singing the blues.
‘Cause I’m sure I can pay all my dues
When I’m truly in my own tattered shoes.
A 7 year old raped brutally.
The students beaten mercilessly.
Crores laundered in the scam.
And democracy is now a sham!
Religion, a reverent affair.
Is now a sacred weapon.
Regularly fired in the air,
Its bullets, claiming tons.
And naivety is not more than a facade.
With everyone playing equal parts.
‘Cause the decent naives,
Are meditating in their graves.
The leaves are withering.
And the birds have flown.
But things are burgeoning.
As our society has “positively grown”.
I’ll write an honest account,
Of things that always haunt.
But where is my pen?
Oh! I forgot!
It belongs to “them”.
Casually strolling around,
Her “red” diary I found.
Clicked my mind quickly,
I started working.
Her poems and prose
Her lilies and rose
An entry caught my attention
My name with a bold mention?
A warm chuckle!
Words like ‘cupid’ and ‘valentine’,
Adjectives like ‘magnetic’ and ‘divine’,
Kissed the page with fervour.
Avidly, I devoured.
A cornucopia of butterflies flying!
I tranced into a parallel world
Pouring lilies and flying birds.
Blooming was cloud nine,
As I knew she was mine.
Suddenly, my mouth dropped
As if the world had stopped.
All the feelings had been fake
‘Cause the guy was my namesake.
A fading smug!
Pain pinched my heart
Like a sharp pointed dart
The adjectives were for him
Sorrow overflowed at the brim.
A cornucopia of butterflies dying!
Suddenly she came in
Wearing the most beautiful smile
Ironically, I forgot all my worries
And wished her “Happy Valentine’s”
Again, heavens thanked!
But, no butterflies this time!! 😛
Happy Valentine’s day people! I hope your day doesn’t go like this. 😛
I saw him walking the same road
Like creepers climbing the tall trees.
Feeling the sky getting closer,
Feeling the highly alluring breeze.
The same alluring breeze
Was playing the treacherous trick.
The scintillating aroma,
With layers so slick.
Along that superficial road
Were all the hypnotic eyes waiting.
Their sly vision never blurred,
As his android feet were moving.
His enervated body
Thirsty for a drop of the potion,
Just followed the wind.
Oh! That wonderful notion!
But little did he know
About this aspect of life.
Simulating a happy surprise,
Stabbing with a sharp knife.
Collecting all my might,
I screamed at him.
“Listen to me buddy!
Don’t submit to your whim”.
A voice from behind me,
Chuckled calmly in my ears.
“You know he can’t hear you.
Let him face his fears”.
I looked at my mouth zipped,
As the innocent died.
Once again we had won.
Once again a monster would rise!
Wish water was always calm,
And the sky was always blue.
Wish a smile always meant happiness,
And words were always true.
Wish a veil could show
What it really hides.
And the walls could speak
The secrets they confide.
Wish red always meant a sweet rose,
And not the images of gore and blood.
Wish nature always implied a beautiful cascade,
And not the images of landslides and flood.
Wish A always equaled A
And B always equaled B.
Then I guess, we all could see,
How beautiful this place can be.
Raise your head up,
And repeat after me.
“All along we go
Fueling the piper’s spree”
Leave your reasons behind,
And bring your manners along.
Just nod your head,
And sing the piper’s song.
And fake glows.
Clap your hands,
And enjoy the show.
Try to leave the herd,
And make your own way.
Before you know,
You’re in for another piper’s play.
In the end, they will say,
It was all a game.
We avoided failure
And got the “fame”.
But, what is failure?
And what is fame?
Or just pawns of the game?
Till then, just nod along.
Sing the piper’s song.
And repeat after me.
“I am proud to be free!”