METAMORPHOSIS

The sun, a cauldron of fury shone mercilessly that summer,
Burning the porches and verandahs,
Curling the silent leaves within.

The reluctant children dragged in to take a nap
created more havoc within the burning bricks.
Her delicate, tiny fingers molded Ganapati idols
Out of the clay dug from the corner of children's park.
And all of a sudden the scorching universe
seemed to empty its full fury
over her little butterfly shoulders
heaving like a butterfly's wounded wings.
She seethed from within and ran away from the chattering friends
To her mother sleeping in the room.
Mummy I want to say something
She heard a slight murmur and gulped in hot air for courage
I know I will have to stay inside from now
- like didi
Please mummy, don't thrash me-
I didn't do anything wrong deliberately.
She heard a yell and pushed
herself further in the corner
Your sister will deal with it.
My blood pressure has surged suddenly.
She scurried away, careful
not to be too light on the slight feet.
The butterfly wings, soaked in blood,
Fluttered in anticipation of more fragrant meadows
And drooped, heavy with the weight of metamorphosis.

Mother

Something pulls at my sleeve--
 in the middle of the night--
 like a tide-- pulling me to shore--
 I rise out of bed and hug--
my mother's absence--
I place a record on her old victrola--
and watch my face spinning around--
 I am a happy child again--
on a merry go round--
The old needle catches--
a strand of her hair she left there--
dragging it around and around--
pretending to be a wounded bird--
 trying to rebuild a nest.

Memory

We took you
beautiful white filly
rode you
returned you

You were our archway into
desire and fulfillment
pleasure and the forbidden
fear of punishment and perdition
love and longing
passive
feminine
law beaking
but none of that stopped us
Initiation
into
that other world
where your galloping hooves
were like
thundering surf
in our
wet dream
We will always
hold you
in remembrance
as sacred
though
now you are
just a
memory.

The Summer Rain

Half the way through to my destination.
Having seen seasons, fifty of each-
Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.
I feel burdened with memories of days
out of reach.
Why then does this Summer feel so barren,
so heavy with the vapors of memories
bitter and sweet !
Clouding my eyes so often,
this Summer rain washes away the worldly clutters,
making space for seasons new.
To gather more clutter
as I continue in life's journey.
Coaxing myself to live the remaining days few.

The Summer Wind

In the woods I was lost, feeling like a dust mote in the sky.
In these woods, dark and dreary had I stumbled to die?
The olive groves and the silent trees
Were ruffled by the balmy breeze
The birds fluttered and then with a flap of wings, flew high.

The ghostly trees raised their branches up towards the skies
Through brier and bramble echoed hair raising moans and sighs
The air was thick with lamentation
Before me appeared an apparition
Into a frenzy of sudden activity were thrown the quiescent fireflies.
In his gloomy countenance, his eyes, like twin fireflies shone
At this uncanny sight, I quivered and tripped over a stone.
What was that sound insanely bizarre
Someone plucking at strings of guitar
With work calloused fingers letting out moan after sad moan?
.
Ears pricked to the music, I followed the pageant of the fireflies
Rich voices rose in a lilting song offering me a musical prize.
Ah heavy was not the cost
Of being, in the jungle lost
In the sparkle of the pageant, I forged some, new lasting ties.
Row your boat merrily along , the fireflies danced this message
Why be afraid of lurking demons , and flutter like a bird in a cage?
Why should any apparition
Be a cause for lamentation
Forge ahead,you talented actor, performing your role on life's stage!
No longer drifting like a dust mote I hummed a melodious tune
From behind the trees appeared the bright and proud moon
In the woods I was now on a ramble
Unafraid of brier or bramble
Life had once again become a sparkling and tempting boon.

Back to music

                                                                                                                                                                         

Music drives you crazy,music make you insane,music gives you life and music never let you die alone.Finally I found those lost headphones back.Days are passing by and I'm wondering why I'm still around.No clue what to do next.One step ahead and I will fall and can't even step back.I finally continue to be alone wondering what my true purpose is,just getting away from all the stress and trying to protect my soul(from what?I am not sure about).A completely numb stage where you have no idea what to do next,you can't please everyone,you can't settle your differences.

A journey on a completely scary streets and no one to tell the directions.The various colours  life has shown in past few months will be  a part of my memories(Black-Blue,Black-White,Angel-Devil,green and what not....:D)
The multiple personalities I occupied to deal with the external world were the real source of anxiety and what I have carried forward with me even through all the turmoil I have been through will always be a bitter-sweet symphony of memories.Yes,I am recluse and deviant and unsocial and I prefer peace and quiet.I am kind of averse to going out with friends to parties and all(No time to get drunk,I am already at home :D)
Most people with that so called "social" tag live an extra ordinary life with party,light,booze and all other stuff.If this living life like a rich bastard is what you call life is all about,I would rather prefer to say I don't have a life.I lead a normal life,that innocent monster in me loves to live alone with those manipulated scary-senti *dreams*.
 
It's 2 am.Yes,it's raining cats and dogs and I'm here sitting near the window,in depth of solitude,all alone,doing nothing but tapping fingers on my laptop without any reason,the irritating darkness,the anguish,pain and image of those slimy backstabbers,dumb fuckers,asinine morons and lousy souls and many random thoughts in my fickle
mind never allow me to sleep.Emotions,what are they? Sometimes I wish I could kill some people.If it sounds abnormal,yes I am abnormal.Why can't we live the way we want to? Where is freedom? Why is it necessary to read and learn the shit we don't want to?Fuck all rules,regulations and all other society's terms and conditions.Fuck politics.Fuck Indian Education system.Yes,I am frustrated.And this venom spitted in form of words is due to this frustration.Dreams screwed,life screwed and still pretending as if nothing happens.Why I am living?
  
 The faint light coming from top of the window still enlighten a ray hope and keep asking the same question again "will a new life be achieved under the sun"?or that sun won't rise again? The completely clueless mind with no answers.What if I never wake up,it turns out to be a nightmare,a worst nightmare.What if this night never ends..what if??

P.S. Yes,results are out and this crap is an outcome of it.Yes,I am officially dead.

Sayonara. 

The Wayfarers!

..Sometimes the journey itself is the destination.They love their journey.Their journey to quench the thirst of knowledge,their journey in search of love,happiness and peace.They keep wandering,alone along the road,and smiling...The wayfarers,the wanderers...

...We live in a world of fantasy and dreams, where most objects are inflated beyond recognition.Fake world,fake people.Lost and corrupted souls.A world where true love does not exist,a world which live on biological needs,a world where love doesn't suffice,a world which demands war and bloodshed,a world which betrays.They love their journey,they keep wandering in the same world.They keep wandering,alone along the road,and smiling...The wayfarers,the wanderers...

...Life is all about loving others.We need to just keep on trying.It is not about how others are loving us - but rather about our loving others.Life's jagged pattern is a chiaroscuro,and  happiness bathes  in these extremities.They experience its madness.They dance,they tumble and fall, they don't cry,they don't complain,they stand up and join the tune again. They don't let themselves bring down by sorrow or pain,ever be faithful their life is not in vain.They keep wandering,alone along the road,and smiling...The wayfarers,the wanderers...

...They keep their journey going.They never make enemies.They don't keep grudges.They believe in building bridges.They are the messengers,the harbingers of GOD,If they don't build bridges, how will we get peace on earth? If they don't spread love, happiness and peace, how will we get harmony and brotherhood on earth?

If they don't, who will???

And they are still wandering, alone along the road, and smiling...just following the faded footprints..They face the pain due to thorns in their path,they consider the ache,they neither curse the path nor the thorn, they dance in the rain, they wander insanely,silence is their virtue,and so the wayfarers are the eternal preserver...

But why is there a need ??why is there a need for suffering?? Is it their responsibility ?? Is it a part of their journey ?? Is it what life's all about?? Or it is something else…something more enlightening..or something more diverse..

Hell..Am I contradicting myself ?? Am I going to extremes?? Perplexed?...Always a question! Always a mystery!

Sometimes journey itself is a contradiction! :D 

Wayfarers!

P.S. Pardon me if it is bit confusing or too sombre.For it's just a pigment of my imagination.I've never tried this genre before as it is not my forte,but I guess it still conveyed the main thought :)

P.P.S. I tried my best  to maintain the rhythm and give it a poetic feel but unfortunately I'm not a poet, so once again pardon me if it's not up to the expectation.Alright,I'm too modest! ;):D  

~Sayonara!