Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Fate...

FATE slew him, but he did not drop;
She felled—he did not fall—
Impaled him on her fiercest stakes—
He neutralized them all.

She stung him, sapped his firm advance,
But, when her worst was done,
And he, unmoved, regarded her,
Acknowledged him a man.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Do you have an opinion?

The intricacies of my mind, the vulnerability of my deeds, the solitude I crave dearly and the dream that I have to relinquish…

The freedom that never was, the decisions that don’t matter, the darkness that treads, hence the voice inside my head grows…

Do you have an opinion?
A mind of your own?
I thought you were special
I thought you should know
But I've run out of patience
I've run out of comments
I'm tired of the violence
I couldn't care less

Do you have an opinion?
A mind of your own?

Thursday, December 07, 2006

An Advice...

I don’t understand the frivolity of your mind my friend, it baffles me no bound. I like to imagine the distances you have covered are inconsequential in comparison to the journey you embark on. Do you really believe that these meager saccharine memories are too stiff a price to pay, do you reckon this is exploitation.

You know I'm such a fool for you
You've got me wrapped around your finger...
Do you have to let it linger?

Ignore the slow music that churns out…

Let reality ensue, your world culminates down a bitter path and your melancholic song plays in the background

Flames to Dust, Lovers to friends,
why do all good things come to an end…

Write it all down, every miniature detail and then as you gaze at your written times of yore with much lament and sorrow, burn it, let the ashes rise and drift away with the wind of change, maybe then you will bury it and move on...

Monday, December 04, 2006

Desert of Solitude...

A Feeble attempt at translating Faiz's "Dasht-e-Tanhai (The Desert of Solitude)

Through the sands of my solitude,
O love, tremor the shadows of your voice;
The waning vision of your lips.

In the waste of my solitude
And beneath the dust and ashes of separation,
Blossom the jasmines and roses of your touch.

Rises from somewhere near,
The undulating flame of your breath--
Coiling and restless;
It cinders in its own perfume slowly
Still alight.

In the distance upon the horizon glistens,
drop by leaden drop,
the silken dew of your glance,
O love, as it falls.

With such affection, O love!
Your memory has placed its hand
on the countenance of my heart
now;

It seems that--
And though we are beset with the dawn of parting,
the day of migration has faded,
and the night of our union has arrived!

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Night by the sea...

As the chilliness of the night touches its acme, I begin to lose myself within the sweet melodies of the gentle waves, gently kissing the footprints I leave behind. Light drizzle splatters against my face; tender taps “conveyance of exultation” scatter upon my face but the harsh breeze mercilessly pierces through my body as I snug deeper into the warmth & shelter of my jacket. The idiosyncrasy of the moment is confounding; though I wish to greet raindrops with open arms I am timorous of the bold wind…

The moment is so symbolic of my life; the relentless yearning to excel accompanied always with the persisting fear of defeat. If you are adamant on enjoying the rain be valiant against the cold. Nothing beautiful is laid in your lap; there is always hardship involved. Endeavor against oddity and enjoy the beauty of your labor…

At a distance burnt the bonfire in all its glory; bearing testimony:
To the joyous tales of old memories,
To nights like these with forgotten friends,
To the warmth of souls that gathered around in harmony, sweet harmony,
To the worries that were caste away,
To the sorrows that dispersed away…

My brother steps away from the refuge of the fire and quietly invades my silence...

The Wave, Somehow I have always missed it. I have been like a surfer desperately paddling to mount the mighty beast but only managing to succumb to its ferocity” “I have always been a step adrift from my peers” “Someday I want to catch that wave and beat them” “Someday I want to ride the beast in all its magnificence and finish not washed out but ahead, way ahead of the pack

How do you know which is the right wave to ride” I asked.

The trick is never to differentiate. Everything we do has a purpose. Nothing is trivial. Its perpetual motion towards a greater goal… don’t waste time deciding what to do and what not to… Do it with all your heart, for if it’s done with heart & soul it will always have a purpose.” He responded…

A shooting star flashed yonder...

You see that” He pointed at the disappearing light “That’s not me.” He added

Why?" I was bemused "It’s so beautiful.

“Beautiful indeed but ephemeral” “I by no means want to be transient” “I want to dwell amongst others, in their happy thoughts & memories long after I am gone” He replied

“How do you plan to accomplish that Herculean task?” I queried

“Be myself” he smiled “Nothing more defining & memorable than a person who knows his purpose and is in balance & harmony with those around him” “Just be myself, thats what i intend to do”

“That’s why I need to catch that DAMN wave” he cheerfully ended…

We slowly joined the group near the bonfire and gradually as the sun awoke from its slumber, we began to pack our stuff & bid adieu to our night by the sea...

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Wallet...

The other night I lost my wallet, the contents of which bore my identification card from work, driving license and of course sizable sum of money. I was appalled at my apparent stupidity and carelessness. Re-issuance of all documents would be a time consuming and nerve wrecking process. As me and brother scavenged the street where I presumably lost it, he said “Humanity” to console to my bemused state.

“What!!” I looked more mystified

“This would be the perfect time for you to reignite your believe in Humanity.”

“Are you crazy? Who in the world would return a wallet with money in it? That’s so unheard of. I reckon the best place to look for it would be in a dumpster.” I went on annoyed.

“We are not completely lost, I hope you know that. There are some good out there. It wouldn’t hurt you to have some faith and besides you will sleep better.” he responded.

Various thoughts about my brother’s indiscreet judgment about humanity tainted my mind. Humanity!! What a load of crap. It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there. Contrary to my brother’s advice I had a restless night, I was already planning the steps to be taken to recover all the documents I had lost.

Because I had been so skeptical and dubious about humanity, it decided to show up at my door bright and early with my wallet. After rummaging through the contents and relief replacing the worrisome look that subsisted; I offered the do-gooder some sort of reward. But the Good Samaritan refused; “It was the right thing to do” he explained. “I am sure you would have done the same thing if you were in my place” he continued.

Humanity, somehow he was beaming with it whereas I just had my faith reinstate.