Wednesday, October 7, 2009

When the fathoms come uninvited..


The fire is in blue flames. The vigour of golden yellow flames withdrew for the paleness of blue. The darkness befell the valley below, mist blanketed the hills beneath. Mist has blanketed the heart too. No sound other than the curtain flipping in the wind coming through the open window.The pale lunar curvature hung in the dark sky.

Bluh-bluh.. bluh-bluh.. bluh-bluh.. bluh..

The definition of life is in the profundity of the collective mutiny and continual rehabilitation that betide societal conscience, which originate indegeniously from individualistic egoistic turbulence; the conflicts and pacifications that consecutively converges and subsequently subscribes to the masses as a whole. I should say life is very simple...

Monday, September 21, 2009

The past two weeks were days of journeys..

Journeys i love to make. As a child i always dreamt of travelling, crowded and desolute lands.. the spiritual zones of pilgrimage derth of cleanliness, to the pristine purity of serene nature.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Studies in a clearer sky...

There is a saying, that one cannot dip twice in the same river. Water flows and never stays. Same is the case of life- one's experiences, thoughts, observations.. time flies and we constantly see things evolving.. change occurs everywhere, even in the laziest of things.

Yesterday i was in a deep dilemma. Today, its completely reversed. I feel contended and calm and clear. In fact, very clear. And all of a sudden i see things around me beautiful, people the sweetest ever.

Today i heard a person speak with an authorised voice about his observations on what happens in the society around him. I was as usual reading the papers (it was our lecture session) when i got these unusual vibrance of energy.

He was a lame man, 'highly educated,'(as our professor introduced him) hailing from a renowned family. He was a businessman. Agriculture was his work zone. He came to class, and started lecturing when i leapt into the petals of New Indian Express. And i got these waves.

I raised my head to see a man in strength narrating his version of how terrorism arose, sustain and breed. An agriculturist, he said terrorism is likely to breed where people doesnt have enough to fill their stomach. Radical religious thoughts kept apart, the class dimensions of the terror aspect (as in case of maoists) came into being where people were deprived.

Encountered with an employee who once came to confront him with an acid bulb in hands, this short-statured-being, patted the burning man's shoulder and said; "Of course brother, you want to live, so do i. So lets forgive each other." He was a person who believed that one would die only when he is destined to. The employee still works under him.

The municipality granted a subsidy for chemical fertilizers needed to his farm, but being a man who uses organic manure in the field, he declined it. Authorities were unwilling to grant him the subsidy amount in 'liquid' instead of fertilizers. He said,"Its a man's choice what to use in his farm, what to grow and how to make effective production depends on how smart he is. There is no point in govt providing chemicals to me, Iam using a rather desirable alternative. If you really want to help me, assure better price(market) for my products."

70% of our people are farmers. But the total annual agricultural income forms only a 13% of our economy. So let the people first stop lingering around in this sector, and better go get engaged in some other industry which we need. I saw a small man in white shirt, sitting in a round chair with his crutches leaning on the table behind, his face beaming with some rays i rarely had seen before this close.

Born in erstwhile mentioned renowned family, and being a business person of high peers, he was friends with men of esteem. Highly strategical and diplomatic, he made his workers work continuously for 13 hours a day. He once told a friend of him in the political citadels, "give me the freedom to work according to my ideas, i'll increase the income of workers from 8,000 bucks to 25,000 a month." the reply he got is interesting enough to anticipate ....

... nothing quite unexpected...

"would we have members in our trade union then?"
Indeed, somebody need the poor.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Before the feather touches the ground..

A field. A vast green field. Before the sesames blossom. Before violet flowers on every tip..

A hill. One-foot road winding up. Before the cardamoms spills the pungeance. Between the dark meditating trees..

A valley. A cool snowy valley. Before the first rays drips the dew. before the first bird fly for prey..

A breeze. A soothing breeze. Before we fly on wings of time. Before the last song of night stops..

Thursday, July 30, 2009

A snow dripping...

The horizon vanished
Vision faded
The road lies abandoned
But i walk.

No thorns, but no greenery.
No sun, but not placid.
No problems, but no meaning.
Mechanical movements.

Celebrations come to end on one side.
Celebrations starts at another.
Celebrations intermittent althrough.
In life but not in heart.

Iam lost somewhere
Despite the superficial dignity.
Some columns remain unfilled
Even though filled to the brim

But i dont want these words to be registered
Else i be labelled a monger.*
Though my vision blurred
The road exists in full stretch.

I walk it
Guided by unseen hands.
Vigour should have been.
But i spilled it somewhere.

*This means Iam no monger.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Some rosy rosy talks..

Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. Gertrude Stein was frolicsome with 'roses'. Franco Fortini wrote his longest and most allusive poem of rose in 'The poem of the roses.' Shakespeare had a sonnet for Rose. Roses are indeed romantic enough to set ablaze the most creative ones. Roses are symbolic of romance, love.

Since love doesnt have a season to bloom and it lingers everywhere everytime all over the world, roses are not to diminish in importance anytime. 'The best rose bush, after all is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses' (Henry Van Dyke). So roses bears thorns, no matter, even love hurts.

The lovely rosie has a good business in daily life. The preservatives used to keep it 'alive' for hours causes harm, especially the imported ones. Cut roses are the number one in this along with orchids and other cut flowers. Encouraging the local nurseries to grow quality flowers can contribute their lot to economy. Manufacture of perfumes, scents and even beads include this. Beads made out of rose flowers last for years keeping their scent.

Modern nurseries grow roses of different varieties- roses of different colours and different sizes. Now beyond the traditional red and pink roses, there are yellow, orange, blue and multi-coloured roses.

Red Rose Red Rose
Which is a sweet scent to the nose
So soft and smooth
It makes my heart move
Red Rose Red Rose
Which makes a good pose
That I like to hold
Red Rose Red Rose
Which the wind blows
As each day goes
Red Rose Red Rose
Which grows and grows
It's my favorite kind
That it sooths the mind
Red Rose Red Rose
That it helps sooth my soul
-Eve Anderson

Lillies, jasmines, camomiles, tulips, whatever... a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

The venom of love that fills a heart made of glass kept inside a statue that is made of stone which is...

Iam haunted by an odd feeling for days now. Iam forced into a silence. Its not that Iam talkative always, i relish having my own secret hours (sometimes days) in silence. This is certainly not those times of ecstasy. A caution.. the innermind reminds me to be cautious, iam getting cheated.

Intuitions. I have them very strong. In fact, so strong that i immediately sense good and bad of people at their very first presence. My intuitions have always proven themselves right. And i always prepare myself for incidents. I cannot change anything happening, but i know, iam alarmed a few hours before. So i float accordingly, whether good or bad. tragic or comic. happy or sad. I say my intuitions are stronger enough.

I have fallen prey to some device! Somewhere in the corner of this world, though not very far from me, Iam being a written off a prey. Do I know the source? I believe its time i should get myself prepared for the mishap. This must be true, my mind is strong enough, it never lie.

So am I standing here, two steps out my front door, staring into the darkness of this heavy night.. My heart thumps more than ever. My senses are cautious.. a chill run over the body, only eyes dare to move. My heart have turned stoic once again.. Iam a stone statue now. Iam ready. I close my eyes. I stay still..

Somewhere in the darkness a gunshot is heard. I am not injured because iam stone. But later i find a hole in my breast. Did i hear the sound of a glass break inside?

Someone who ate my flesh for bread and drank my blood for wine has given me away for thirty silver bucks..