Let there be Light!

Let us just get started,
And not worry about the end.
For everything will happen,
All, that is pre-ordained.

Then why do you even care?
And let your forehead frown-
For you were never the master,
But just a regular clown!

You planned and fret for an eternity,
Just to see it go all amiss.
If something cannot be made better,
Might as well accept it as it is.

You probably are not the first,
And definitely not the last-
Who has had to face defeat,
Who has tried to forget the past!

If love left you wanting,
And riches never flirted with your way;
If your wishes were never granted,
And joys subtly pushed away-

Find humor in this plodding drama,
Seek solace in the gnawing pain.
Ignore this dubitable present,
And make tomorrow the best bargain.

Remember,
The dark failures will always chase you;
Will try to cast on you a blight-
Yet those prevail that defiantly proclaim,
Let there be Light!

A Spring Song

There's summer around the corner,
Winter receding sighs in vain.
The sunshine thaws the frigid fears,
Hopes find wings and fly again.

The melody of life from far beyond,
Carried by the mystic, warm breeze-
Slowly settles onto lifeless visages,
And smiles once again, breathe.

Lovelorn bees hover over the blossoms,
Starry nights ensue.
The frozen springs gush merrily downhill,
And sunny dawns kiss the sparkling morning dew.

Gloomy nights now feel shy to overstay,
There's a spring in every heartbeat.
As if a buoyant song is on every lip,
And joy brews in this escalating mellow heat.

The dampness has evanesced from the murky windows,
I can tread the fresh meadows outside again.
Despite the snugness of the shack I've left behind,
My innards echo it's a laudable bargain.
 
Out and about, I am now with the merry throngs, 
Embracing this rapturous, lively swell.
And though I know the cold shall prevail again,
For now I bid it a happy farewell!

You!

Time slows down like an indolent snail,

Yet every moment fizzing away like the sweetest of smells.

Eternities it seems I have spent in wonder,

Yet, what we share -both reason and logic refuse to spell.

But-

Like the spectacular hues of the first spring blooms,

Like the cerulean, clear skies devoid of cloudy plumes,

Like the heartfelt solace of a melodious tune,

Like the first droplets of rain on a scorched earth in June.

Like a million sparkling stars crushed and sprinkled,

And the scintillating stardust that arrests my view-

Everything humdrum seems exquisite again,

When in my thoughts I think of you.

And behold I do with my new found vision,

Unforeseen splendour to which my soul seamlessly entwines.

I weave novel dreams harbouring new hopes,

The rusty wheels churning feverishly once again in my mind.  

A wondrous joy now echoes through this once mute, empty heart,

Filling each void with warm gushes of your captivating smile.

This dispirited journey which seemed to stretch on till infinity,

All o’ sudden seems pleasurable and worthwhile.

And like a tender, invaluable, illusionary orb radiating a turbid glow,

I cradle these brittle feelings I’ve nurtured for you.

Still confused by these labyrinthine thoughts, I can’t decide-

Whether I love these lush, enchanting ideas or simply you!

On silent nights, in soundless whispers

On silent nights, in soundless whispers

Every passing day seems to have its own surly whim.

Events unfurl, barely stirring my mind;

“Is this what I want?” I end up asking myself,

Though I only see myself confronting Truth’s hind.

Surely somewhere, life scorns at my dilemma.

A change- I feel I am striving for each day.

Petty hassles leach the once unbridled creativity,

And the refined thoughts of before seem at bay.

The commuting tires, the monotony baffles-

The working figures snoring in my eyes.

The sceptical faces at every intersecting crossroad,

Make me ponder over my own manipulated lies.

The lurking emptiness implodes ever so slightly later, every night;

No doings it seems would prove worthwhile.

The virtual world of frivolties I resort to,

Lost I feel, stranded on a solitary isle.

Truly living a fulfilling life- when did the notion evanesce?

It seems compromises make the order of the day.

I wake up each morn; stare at the mirror and sigh,

“And here we go again!”, all my reflection says.

I remember -not so long ago- a simpler time.

And in visions and dreams, it does haunt my mind.

Some things should never change moving forward.

Some things should, for the better, rewind.

On silent nights, in soundless whispers,

Sometimes I hear that simpler past call me.

Sometimes in hues of the setting sun,

The fading colours of life, I am forced to see..

A Fiend Tamed

During my final year in college, I once met this guy on an anonymous chat site. Wait, do not judge me yet! His name was Ted (at least that's what he told me). He was from U.S.A. We started talking normally and when he learnt I was from India, he started hurling insults (very usual on these sites). But, as some of my close friends know, I can be quite rude as well and I did charm him with my own profanities. After an hour or so of this early in the morning (I'm pretty sure I missed my morning classes as well), we finally called a truce. Then as we continued to talk we both surprisingly came to realize how like our interests were. So similar in fact that he called me his alter ego.

We talked about things two guys would normally talk about- girls, games, booze, drugs, no politics. He told me he had been on drugs for almost his entire life, not to mention boozing and all the good stuff in life that is quite repulsive to normal people. All the craziness you could imagine- until a year ago when he met this girl and fell in love. Quite cheesy I guess, and I'm not a big fan of love stories myself (I still haven't read Love Story by Erich Segal, which is like the Bible for lovers), but what he told me was the most adorable anecdote I've ever heard or read, seriously! It was unlike any movie that has ever tried to capture the feel of love (I can't say about the books though). Maybe, he just made it up; in which case it would make him the best storyteller ever, for me.

I won't be writing about it here. But he told me two things which still ring in my mind. He said he had felt like there was a monster inside him his entire life making him do these things which he himself realized were vile and that he had finally tamed it.

Then, all of a sudden, I realized it was eleven o'clock and I could not miss this class I had due to severe shortage of attendance. So, I disconnected without asking for his contact information (again, that's what guys do I guess, lest some people may feel different).

It was around this time that I had just started writing, as a hobby. What follows is a short poem I wrote that day during the eleven o'clock class. I hated the subject anyway and the boring professor who kept coming on rounds to check if we were copying the shit he puked on the blackboard (but I did pass the subject ultimately, if you are curious to know, that is).

So, I guess this is for Emma (the girl's supposed name) from Ted. Hope you like it as well.

A Fiend Tamed

I rode the wings of desire.

I burnt in the inferno of rage.

I drenched my soul with greed;

The monster inside, guiding me all the way.

Alas, one day I confronted the winds of love!

And like a dead, dry leaf it made me fly.

Higher and higher it made me soar,

I attained a state of blissfulness,

No other worldly entity could suffice.

The fiend in me acceded to an eternal stupor,

I found my peace at last.

I pray thee O Heavens,

Never, never, take it back!

Reality Calls

Sometimes I wish my life was less real. Hope you like the post. :)


Gliding over the silvery clouds above,
The world at once seems low.
The wings of fancy impelling the soul,
The dawn of Reality is still a distant glow.

Amorous winds of worldly diversions,
Keep fluttering by in spells.
But solemnly resigned to reach the stars,
Let them weave their deceitful telltales.

For I know now, rather too much,
How devious their alluring paths lead.
For I know now, rather too well,
Fruits do not reap even their fertile seeds.

My wings propel the mystic flight,
The dim twilight makes the benign stars glow.
Euphoria creeping into each vein,
I see shafts of colour out of my being flow.

Alas, in a breath the glaring lights emerge!
Blinding my eyes with radiant sheen;
My airy path, a moment ago panoptic and inviting,
All o’ sudden appears treacherous and lean.

Slowly immersing the skies around,
Dawns the naked, stark truth.
I awaken to the world of saline drudgery,
My soul for the observing world becomes an object of ruth.

The clouds clear up, the truth beckons,
Down I see myself fall.
The harmony playing stops as if by a blatant strike,
Hark you, Reality calls!

Doppelgänger

I guess everyone has a dark side which they fear more than anything else. Hope you like the post. :)

Yes, it's there!

It has always been there.

I have seen glimpses of it in my dreams.

I have felt its existence around when awake.

I have seen its apparition glide past me in the dark.

I have felt its shadow on a blistering sunny day.

I have slept in dread of haunted dreams,

I've woken up in fear of confronting doom.

I have tried run away from it in solitude.

I have hidden from it in bustling crowds.

It’s wicked and it’s consuming me spitefully!

An eternity it seems I’ve lived in feverish fear.

Eons seemed to have passed in between

But I’ve tried in dismay to evade this phantom.

Yet, the void inside me still seemed escalating.

Like a parasitic weed, clutching and choking my being-

Until now, that I fear an implosion.

Until now, that I see it defeating myself.

Until now, that I find myself willing to surrender.

I fear my existence crumbling!

I fear my doppelgänger taking over me…