This one goes out to a friend here at IIFT and an amazing person.
In the world of cynics and bitter people...Arun, you are a darn beacon of spirit mate...
Stones hurled,arrows shot,dreams tramped upon,hopes scattered,
But for him,this was nothing,just that light,and nothing mattered.
Make no mistake,he was wounded,but,collecting pieces,in that chalice,that cup,
For he know,he could not be touched,for he believed in words..."Don't give UP"!!!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
If I could...could just..
It is so heavy,wish I could just unload,
Unwind,for a minute,for the shoulders are sore.
Probably could take myself off the road,
But then I can't,for I can see,there is much more.
How I wish to just tell someone,share,
Be a little conceited,just let it out,tell,
Someone who listens,says it will be okay,cares,
And lo,that someone passed by,there goes the bell.
Another day gone,another tonne get added,multiplies,
I carry it still,mumbling to myself,giving a hope,
Thinking,if to go back,to tell what hurts,and the whys,
Let it out just this once,let myself loose,these ego ropes.
Unwind,for a minute,for the shoulders are sore.
Probably could take myself off the road,
But then I can't,for I can see,there is much more.
How I wish to just tell someone,share,
Be a little conceited,just let it out,tell,
Someone who listens,says it will be okay,cares,
And lo,that someone passed by,there goes the bell.
Another day gone,another tonne get added,multiplies,
I carry it still,mumbling to myself,giving a hope,
Thinking,if to go back,to tell what hurts,and the whys,
Let it out just this once,let myself loose,these ego ropes.
Friday, August 27, 2010
A Stone...A Gun....
A Kashmiri women throwing a stone on a armed forces personnel...No fear, no idea of consequences and anger. A lot of it.
Why?
When a society is oppressed to an extent where the fear of consequences and death is lost...something wrong is going on in there.
Yes, there is something wrong in Kashmir...A Heaven on Earth...
No!!
Not any more.
A hurled stone, a finger on trigger,
That little kid falls, spot of blood growing bigger.
An anxious mother, till today a citizen, docile,
Harried, she waits, as birds retire back, in a file.
That worried mother, searching streets, asking neighbors,
As another chunk of Sun, bitten up,by night hours.
A body, a new shirt,a little dirty, a whole lot red,
Mother staring,but not looking, unable to decipher,the dead.
Noooo....it dawns on her,for was that her baby?
On her knees now, floodgates cracked, no questions of may be.
But not even allowed to hold him,cover or even cry,
As those uniformed men,attired green,pull her away,pry.
Sobs stifled, as she sits,singing to a photograph,black & white,
Abruptly she runs, out in the dark,near that camp,deadly site.
A hurled stone,a finger on the trigger,
That childless mother falls,spot of blood growing bigger...
PS : Do check out www.tehelka.com
Why?
When a society is oppressed to an extent where the fear of consequences and death is lost...something wrong is going on in there.
Yes, there is something wrong in Kashmir...A Heaven on Earth...
No!!
Not any more.
A hurled stone, a finger on trigger,
That little kid falls, spot of blood growing bigger.
An anxious mother, till today a citizen, docile,
Harried, she waits, as birds retire back, in a file.
That worried mother, searching streets, asking neighbors,
As another chunk of Sun, bitten up,by night hours.
A body, a new shirt,a little dirty, a whole lot red,
Mother staring,but not looking, unable to decipher,the dead.
Noooo....it dawns on her,for was that her baby?
On her knees now, floodgates cracked, no questions of may be.
But not even allowed to hold him,cover or even cry,
As those uniformed men,attired green,pull her away,pry.
Sobs stifled, as she sits,singing to a photograph,black & white,
Abruptly she runs, out in the dark,near that camp,deadly site.
A hurled stone,a finger on the trigger,
That childless mother falls,spot of blood growing bigger...
PS : Do check out www.tehelka.com
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Untitled...
Told ya, promised that day, that night,
Whatever happens, this time I’ll make it right.
Well, it doesn’t seem that way, does it?
Situations messed up, puzzle botched, pieces misfit.
Explanations unheeded, scoffed at, doubted by all,
Arguments lop - sided, like you are talking to a wall.
Not really sure, how to talk back, how to respond,
How do you communicate, when words have no meaning to correspond?
Silence, I guess, may be that would help, would clear,
Or maybe even that’s no good, for this violent silence, I can’t bear.
Hey on the surface, all is good; it’s correct, all strong,
But deep down inside, it’s screwed up, it is so wrong.
Whatever happens, this time I’ll make it right.
Well, it doesn’t seem that way, does it?
Situations messed up, puzzle botched, pieces misfit.
Explanations unheeded, scoffed at, doubted by all,
Arguments lop - sided, like you are talking to a wall.
Not really sure, how to talk back, how to respond,
How do you communicate, when words have no meaning to correspond?
Silence, I guess, may be that would help, would clear,
Or maybe even that’s no good, for this violent silence, I can’t bear.
Hey on the surface, all is good; it’s correct, all strong,
But deep down inside, it’s screwed up, it is so wrong.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Tangled crossroads..
At Crossroads? No not really..Oh! Strike that..Wait,
For there seem to be a thousand routes, criss crosses,
Bifurcating, breaking some true, rest elusive baits,
Should I blindly pick one, or go for a coin toss??
Really?? Is there a difference, you think?
Former you the master of destiny, latter, destiny ruling you,
Or is it just an excuse, just to jump off the brink??
Hmmm..may be it is, just an excuse,for I am tired of this queue.
Again!!! Same darn queue, a little longer, disordered,
People, nervous, anxious, pushing, breaking to reach precipice,
Am I scared of this subdued violence, afraid of being outbordered?
Or a maverick ,fiend, breaking all norm, all ties?
For there seem to be a thousand routes, criss crosses,
Bifurcating, breaking some true, rest elusive baits,
Should I blindly pick one, or go for a coin toss??
Really?? Is there a difference, you think?
Former you the master of destiny, latter, destiny ruling you,
Or is it just an excuse, just to jump off the brink??
Hmmm..may be it is, just an excuse,for I am tired of this queue.
Again!!! Same darn queue, a little longer, disordered,
People, nervous, anxious, pushing, breaking to reach precipice,
Am I scared of this subdued violence, afraid of being outbordered?
Or a maverick ,fiend, breaking all norm, all ties?
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Rain,Steel,Prof and Tea...
“What on earth am I doing inside on this beautiful day?! This is the only life I’ve got to live!!”
Calvin moaned. And today I did too.
Business statistics class, no power supply, beautiful vista outside, man what rain.
Why would someone want to be inside.
So during the break I dashed out of the class to the Dhaba to get that cup of tea.
And yes, with the drops of rain around ( and in the tea cup ) mixed with the vapor and smell of ginger…The tea did taste GREAT!!!
This one is for the beautiful weather and that cup of tea…
A leaf, laden, Oh! A drop trickles,
Look at that leaf, Ah so fickle.
How I wish to step out, touch and feel,
Aw man, there is a prof ,a lot of concrete and steel.
Want to try and disturb, the flow of rain,
In route, getting soaked, dirty, no shame :)
See, there I run, out of sight, from prof. and steel,
For a mere cup of tea, I splash in puddles, get that high, that feel.
Calvin moaned. And today I did too.
Business statistics class, no power supply, beautiful vista outside, man what rain.
Why would someone want to be inside.
So during the break I dashed out of the class to the Dhaba to get that cup of tea.
And yes, with the drops of rain around ( and in the tea cup ) mixed with the vapor and smell of ginger…The tea did taste GREAT!!!
This one is for the beautiful weather and that cup of tea…
A leaf, laden, Oh! A drop trickles,
Look at that leaf, Ah so fickle.
How I wish to step out, touch and feel,
Aw man, there is a prof ,a lot of concrete and steel.
Want to try and disturb, the flow of rain,
In route, getting soaked, dirty, no shame :)
See, there I run, out of sight, from prof. and steel,
For a mere cup of tea, I splash in puddles, get that high, that feel.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Away...A little Alone...
I just want to leave,unsigned,to undisclosed,
Alone,probably,where not judged,seen or nosed.
A place with a mirror,that has my reflection alone,
Not the shades of others,that cracked,bitter clone.
A fortress,but no walls,cells,but no shackle,no chain,
Roam like a naive,a gauche,a child unaware of fear,bane.
No.No such place,someone whispers,really really loud,
Those allegories,that Atlantis,under sea,over the cloud.
This is your world,and well,these fractions, your whole,
Your mind your fort,your abode,there is no escape,for you are holed.
Alone,probably,where not judged,seen or nosed.
A place with a mirror,that has my reflection alone,
Not the shades of others,that cracked,bitter clone.
A fortress,but no walls,cells,but no shackle,no chain,
Roam like a naive,a gauche,a child unaware of fear,bane.
No.No such place,someone whispers,really really loud,
Those allegories,that Atlantis,under sea,over the cloud.
This is your world,and well,these fractions, your whole,
Your mind your fort,your abode,there is no escape,for you are holed.
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