Of Silence and Emotions

A burst of violins.The shade of darkness grows deeper ,darker and soon seems to have a stifling form,oppressing and suffocating the people who indulge in Silence.Like a drug overdose Silence does more than what is expected from him.All seems lost with Silence gaining ground.Gathering all her will for one last assault,she manages to break Silence."Hi.Long time "she says.

His facial muscles seem to have forgotten how to expand and contract.His mind is blown.He does not know how to react."Hey there' he manages to gasp, his polished accent in tatters,ripped to shreds by the demon of Indecisiveness Darkness changes form from black to grey. It no longer has strength enough to maintain the stranglehold.

In despair They turn to Embarrassment.He insultingly gropes her cheeks turning them into delicate shades of baby pink and flits through cranium making them both explode with shame.But as each spots the blush on the other's cheek ,they burst into smiles.

"I should have kept my hands to myself"grumbles Embarrassment.You see,groping has the unfortunate side effect of loosening muscles.

Next is the turn of Memory.She flies through the air ,whizzing through eyes,opeining portals to the past,so that reality is a blur .As each scene from the past plays,Memory , wielding His flaming torch,lights a little anger here and a little resentment there.As fires spread ,their faces turn cold.The chill reaches freezing point as the flames spread further.But then the ice cracks and warmth manages to find its way in ;for the the flames spread and ignited fond recollections ,stroking the embers of passion and romance.

"So what have you been upto these days?.""......pretty much nothing"."......................loyola"."visscom in MOP ............."."yeah im actually learining the guitar"."cool!".

"Say why dont we go inside CCD than stand outside?Its way too bright outside.""Funny .It seemed all dark and gloomy a few minutes ago"They had to acknowledge defeat.Thus did they both conquer the demons of Darkness ,Indecision ,Embarrassment and Memory,in their quest to nirvana ,kaapi nirvana.

TO REMAIN THIS WAY,for ever and ever

I have a tale to tell.In the black void of my dreams,there filled an ethereal light ,so blinding ,so divine ,that it took my breath away. In the midst of the light,was an even whiter silhouette;embodiment of perfection ,wearing a raiment of myriad hues,each more alluring than the other,leading to the ultimate perfection:Her face.Words fail me now

And then she smiled at me.Joy burst forth all bounds and shattered my dream.You see, the mind can only take in so much beauty.I woke up drunk,my head swimming with the heady concoction of ecstasy that she produced.Could things get any better?" No way" I said.

But now, my love ,seeing you sleeping,snuggled in clean sheets;the rays of the sun ,twisting their way through the maze of glass ,to find their way to your face , forever resting in peace ,content just to fill your face with a luminescence before which even the halo of gods would pale.

And you ,you welcome the rays with a sweet smile ;a smile causing two little depressions to form on those tiny cheeks.The adjoining areas , a sweet pink;

Nothing can compare,to that blank innocent stare, as you stir and rise from the sheets ,like a phoenix from the embers,breaking into that dazzling smile,the one that lights the world. Ah! to think im the one whom you cast your eyes on,the first time in the morning,and thousands of times in the day .You are the world ,the paradise i dwelleth in;I hope never to lose it,for loss would mean more than Milton's blindness;It would mean a flight,a flight to the realms to which your soul flees;be it the seven gates and the gruesome dungeons of Hades or the Gates of Heaven to dwell in the Garden as Adam and Eve ;My senses soaked in the beauty of your gaze.

Still Marching On

this one is about how people live life as though in a trance,blindly going through everyday motions like zombies.this is their march
STILL MARCHING ON
there is nothing epic
in this puppets march
no saga to live
no legend to tell

despair in poverty
and emptiness in wealth
boredom in life
and a void in death

this we try to fill
but time never stands still

from one void to another
nothing left to live for

create your fantasy
choose your ecstasy

the void shall never fill
for time never stands still

squeezing the essence your soul
you go beyond control

what remains now is shadow and air
a phantom with a hollow stare

thus does another fall
but they do not care
they go marching on
to the gates of hell

MY PERSPECTIVE

I have the terrible malady of speaking my mind. I believe that ,however hard reality is ,you must face up to it. I believe that ,no matter what, you must never shy away from thinking. And I believe that ,as I believe in these things, most people just switch off their minds ,cause what I say makes sense and they don't want to face up to reality.
Their reason for doing so: "you think too much". I say “do you think it makes a difference whether you choose to see or not to see? can you remove the sun by just shutting your eyes? “.Or maybe reality is what you perceive it to be and most are quite happy with a candy floss reality where things are supposed to be rosy and bright and when sorrow comes you don’t even face up to it .Result: depression without knowing why. "Oh but the whole world is doing it”.” So you do it too even without using your head?. It is about using your head anyway.
When I was traveling in a bus, due to my extra long frame ,I was cramped for space. My mind goes like "every person above average in any way has to pay. Be it seats cramping you or taxes when rich or curfews when popular. The other side is, life gives these burdens only to people who have the courage to carry them, who achieve their goal and take the whole world along if needed.

That is how the world moves forward, because we stand on the shoulders of giants. Only that we try to stone them to our size. The burden you have is proportional to your ability. A Washington had the ability to bear the burden of building a nation .Some others can provide employment to few tens of people ,others can sustain their families and so on. So specific work, specific skills. specific level of endurance and character specific responsibility. Next time you shoulder responsibility remember it is given to you because you have the strength to bear it. Lend your shoulder.Be a man.

IF TOMORROW COMES

this one is more in the line of a metal ballad.just experimenting.telll me how bad or good this one is
IF TOMORROW COMES
what will you do
when tomorrow comes
make it worth your while
or let it fly

what will you do?
when reality stares at you
do you hold the stare
or pretend not to care

what will you do
when you are pushed to the edge
will you tremble on looking down
or fight for lost ground

what will you do
when the spotlights on you
run the bloody show
or just ring hollow

the choice is truth or lies
i can see it in your eyes

dont succumb!
to evasion
intimidation
aversion
imitation

the choice:plain and simple
truth or lies
i know your answer now
the light dies in your your eyes

i have come too late
you are one of them now

WHY EXACTLY??

why??the essential question?
a multitude of answers
but the answer i seek is one
for in the answer is the One

why do we have a fluttering mind
thoughts flowing into one another?

why do we have conflict and discord?
barriers ,dividers separating one another

why do we feel insecure,unsure?
in presence of one "superior"?

why dont we stick to our convictions?
moving with the crowd ,hither and thither

why dont we bother to comprehend ,to learn?
thinking i have better work in life??

why do we procrastinate ,postpone??
that tomorrow tends to forever??

why do we get distracted
when we think on lines like these??


each question has answers separate
but the answer i seek is one
For the answer is the One

the answer lies in realizing we are one
life matter and everything in between

the answer lies in realising the One
the supreme existence ,form whence we came

the answer lies in being the One
for where there is no duality ,there cannot enter strife

the answer is One
filled with ananda
the very nature of the One

questions infinite but answer one

realising this we realise the One
merge with the One
become one

for
where are divides in unity?
can a single existence conflict with itself?
can there be a question of death?
can there be hate or sorrow?
when your very nature is verily
existence knowledge bliss

find the One
merge with the One
become One
for the answer is One

A FINE MORNING

on a fine sunny Sunday morning ,in a white marbled bathroom,two buckets could be seen. a yellow bucket and a green bucket.they were both filled with water and the green bucket had a yellow mug floating in it.above the buckets were two taps for the purpose of filling the buckets.still higher up the wall was a shower tube.the shower tube ended in a shower cap which was inclined at an angle to the rod.and below the shower cap stood shyam who is seriously wondering whether is descriptive skills are good enough :D