54) Untitled

54) Untitled
Here we are, sitting
With our back to the world
Placid, songs of outcasts
Decaying, hang around.

The orange sun dies,
Along with it,
Extinguished the fire
Of love, in my heart;

Helplessly watch, alienated
Bewildered, why tears fall
When ends the burning, painting
My body like clouds, colorful.

Shared grief, swell up
We await, dark brooding
Night, to cover sorrows
Before arises hopes and morning.

53) Traveler’s tenor

53) Traveler’s tenor
Through the dusty window I noticed,
A magnificent Banyan in
Brown, baked fields,
A green monolith in the midst
Of tiny wandering sheep.

A once forgotten melody
Blending with incessant noise,
Making a strange harmony,
Broken by traveling singers
Who sing for money.

Traveling time and again,
To return from the usual routine,
I looked up to reach,
An unfathomable horizon,
Dotted with trees trying to measure.

Strange signals where I stop,
Ponder on a forlorn thought,
Lights dim and darkness descends,
Occasional whistles pierce through,
Jilting the reflections of night.

52) Trap

52) Trap
Oh! Unapproachable beauty,
Look at you, I only from far away,
I don’t want to come near,
Such ecstasy, I won’t be able to bear.

You move around your friends,
Like a glow in darkness,
Oh! The way you smile,
I can watch it all my life.

But when you walk past me,
Without even looking once,
Can’t hold on any longer,
Do I need to tell any further.

Don’t make me fall on my knees,
Girl, just look at my eyes,
Reflects it a longing unmeasurable..
“No”?? …

Well, but my age being impressionable,
Forgive my (maybe an) infatuation,
Oh, don’t worry, it’s already broken,
And no hard feelings and goodbye;
Hope it works on the next one I try.

51) Teen Love song

51) Teen Love song
Maybe the stars didn’t shine
In my eyes,
May be the bells didn’t ring
In your ears,
When I said it, but it’s true…
So stop fooling around,
Listen to your heart,
Don’t play hard to get,
I’ll not come again to plead,
And say those three words that make
Life a never ending song…

We could be now having fun,
You know it really well,
Together while the moon shine,
All you have to do is me; call,
So baby, don’t think,
Just come along,
Why bother about those three words
When Life’s already a never ending song…

50) Swing

50) Swing
A twinkle in her eyes,
A sweet song in her lips,
Comes she near,
Her footsteps I can hear.

In a white night gown,
Her pale hands reach for me,
Hit by her hips,
My cradle swings,
Her longs chains,
Tickle my chest:
Then, I wake up,
Trying to touch her…
Why do it happen only in dreams,
Why don’t I hear a lullaby,
Which rhyme.

49) Sun or Moon ?

49) Sun or Moon ?
I see her, the full moon,
After long gaps of days, barren;
Between black clouds,
Usually in furtive glances.

Remain she distant, even
In my imagination,
With desperate telepathy,
Insolent stare
And transfixed thoughts,
I follow her.

Rare connections like waves hit,
Take me to a curious height,
And like a plant, I bloom,
Crane towards her; the sun,
a little;
Always a little,
Afraid of getting burnt; End.

Last night in my dream she appeared,
Standing alone in a boat,
In the middle of my river.

Her hair flew with the sail,
Silvery water and moonbeams
Threw spotlights around her,
Pairs of eyes peered,
The wave crests eerily gleamed.

She morphed to silhouette gray,
My incomplete half, the womanhood;
Then anchors broke, boats loosened,
And drove toward her.

She became a vision within a vision,
A philosopher’s gate;
Is she the medium?
Asked the thinker’s statue
And crumpled, from its stone innards,
Veins reached to caress,
In love of that beautiful medium,
But the rational waters drowned it,
Along with discoloring blood;
Ah, flow of passion never ends.

48) Society

48) Society
Hiding my real self,
I conformed to the norms,
But got tired of pretension,
And afraid of an explosion.
Apes everyone their ancestors,
I never understood, why?
And act we indifferent –
To our inner-self all the time?

Why do we wear various masks
And complicate every matter?
Why cling on to a society
Which constricts individuality
And kills creativity?
To find out the answers,
Like the others ahead of me,
Shut I myself in society;
Saw that everybody around me,
Had grown accordingly -
To the proportions of their prisons.

With glee, told they me,
Till the end of sane life,
Will remain you closed in,
Only companionship can console,
So to trap the innocents in,
Suffer with a smile, and
You’ll be a success story.
Still fought I to avoid,
Suffering the pangs of guilt,
And the confinement of those
Who follow us in blind faith.

So tried I to deviate,
And break the archaic walls,
With my fiery ideas,
But failures and complete isolation
Had me finally broken.

Painted I have now in my face,
The smug look of satisfaction;
But carry around I still, hope
And seeds of discontention.

47) slave

South India wave
Hindi movies can be one of the indicators of popular culture, though pan Indian trends are never easy to predict (is there a pan india anyway? How many ppl knew about 92 day blockade in Manipur, how many Indian states an Indian has even travelled?).

But lets get back to south india and hindi movies. Recently 2 movies which heated up the multiplexes are ra.one and mujhse fraaandship karoge, and in ra.one SRK is a southie, and the movie MFK hit song dheaon dheaon has a southie music director and a total southie tilt... what say Macha?

I can remember, some decades ago, in hindi movies, south Indianisms were absolute no no. But i guess now overall attitude of the youngsters is, anything goes, and reduced regionalism. Maybe india itself is getting Indianized (as in globalized), and whatever catches your fancy is ok to take into your coolness quotient seem to be the new mantra.

Its the beginning of such a trend is my take, and many people wont even be aware of something like this happening today. Only time will tell, which way the wind is blowing...

Apart from psycho-babble, MFK rocks yaar... lots of old morals are blown in the air, without even a shrug... suddenly feelings are talking...
End of story one.

..and open up one secret of yours at a time.. its liberating.. let the world know its ok to let go... they can do it too ;)

back to old stuff:
47) Slave
Lead a lonely life,
Inside a cocoon, but in peace.
Called everyone, crazy,
Cared naught for rules or rulers,
Lived my dream;
Only to wake, Painfully realize,
Fighting inside, Many Me’s,
More despicable, more bloody,
And more tightly,
Binding me in slavery.
Mass of bone and muscles,
A storing machine,
Labyrinth of emotions,
Which one is real me?
I’ll have to find out first, To be free.