Thursday, December 20, 2012
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
LECTURE:
An art of transmitting Information
from the notes of the lecturer
to the notes of students
without passing through the minds
of either!!!!
THE UGLINESS OF FACTS
Caring about the world too much;
Causes a longing urge of belongingness.
People dance around in their so called smokescreen,
As reasoning meets defeat against happiness.
Love, care, hatred, freedom are just expressions;
Giving misdirection to the foggy mind of mortals.
Confusions linger as life takes its turns,
Leaving behind a breathing thought at every corner.
A make shift home for these illusions is the heart,
As it is more burdened than the mind itself.
The river of absurdness sweeps it (heart) away,
As the eyes take care of the glut.
People who say they are experienced…
Are in a way more befuddled than anyone.
Leaving the world aside and our purpose in it,
We just exist for a climax but end up in a trough.
Adulthood is someway a misnomer
Adulthood is someway a misnomer,
Age carries the burden of happiness.
Mistakes are the sugary coated icing over desires,
Like the diving plunge into nothingness.
Revolving judgments always returns to the owner,
As the veracity meet its demise to hope.
The potent pushes of beliefs often grow us…
Into a person we abhor to be.
Negating the very presence of maturity,
Makes one closer to being emancipated.
As the chase itself excites us,
Till we win to end or start to die.
Anything but love is overrated,
As reckoning it does not suffice;
Levitating ones soul to happiness…
Make the chains more tensile.
Before we step onto this bemused world,
Let us just ask ourselves a question…
Do we really want to be one of them?
Or the door of possibilities still open!
Friday, May 4, 2007
FEAR
The grumpy little stardom steals the face away,
He clears off his throat to speak.
The sulking reality drips off as time refuses to sway;
Standing before them he seems meek.
The soulful eyes judges his conscience,
Turns him inside out as a pair of socks.
Legs feel lazy to carry his torso;
As he is used to living in a box.
He knows the song quite well enough,
Blinking seems difficult to what he rehearsed.
The mind starts commanding for him to sing,
And finally the silence broke with an echo of his.
Like an air borne disease the silence traversed,
Infecting them with its deathly symptoms.
He carries on as there is no morrow,
Till he finishes to fill their hearts with sorrow.
There he is! Standing in a lonely platform,
With a lonely light and a lonely mike.
Silhouetted as he stand with a shinning shoe,
Darkness behind him as his yesteryears.
They scream at their loudest content,
His heart screams at a joyous note,
As he has nothing but a humble smile to quote.
And why not, He is just…HAPPY!