Battle at the break of dawn

The sun came up slow but definitely steady; it was early morning
Every ray, like a silent arrow pierced the thick hide of darkness
Exposing the truth that was walled within
Truth that was, always was, is & will always be
The pain was too much to bear, so darkness retreated
Into the depths of the mind, to hibernate, to recuperate
Waiting for dusk, to raise it’s ugly head
To rule the night; the night of the mind

Feasting through the night; wrecking havoc
Crushing the beautiful flowers that had blossomed
In the grace of the shining sun
And by morning the battleground was bloody
Another day breaks forth; the conch shell screams
Heralding the resumption of the battle
The battle that never started
The battle that will never end
The battle that always is

art of war

This is the beginning, I said
Of a beautiful day
Have to continue the battle
from where I left it yesterday

They give me medals
for the men I kill
I seem to enjoy it
Pure thrill

Some day I shall win
or so I think
but in the end I realize
it's just hoodwink

Now I know not what to do
for I've known nothing but fight
And I'd hate to go on like this
till the the day, the dust I bite

10 minute jog

Ran to the edge of the world this morning
Touched the horizon & welcomed the sun
ran back to this home called life
bathed to wash all the sins from last night

The learner

Man make fire
cities burn
Man learns to fly
lonely mother & son shut their ears
to the deathly siren
Man 'knows'
his soul burns in silent hell
Man seeks the answer
gets shut up in a solitary cell
Man chills out
heaven happens on earth

Elevator speak

Awesome lift; speed kills time
Milestones remain clearer
in this time-space torchlight

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ

Light disappears
Darkness brightens up
Thoughts caught in the timewrap inbetween
buzz like bees in a bell-jar
No different from the flies
that the fire attracts
Only they don't realize
that its an ashen future that lies ahead

somebody save me

somebody save me; I'm sinking
sinking into thinking

throw me a lifeline; bring me to the shore
if it's hot on the land, i'll curse you for sure

day in day out we play this game; until one day
worn from the constant tugging, the rope gives way

losing balance form the sudden snap, you fall
bruised & lying on the ground, you call

somebody save me; i'm sinking
thinking while I'm drinking

truth rocks

reality sucks
while truth rocks

there are as many realities as there are sentient beings in this universe.
that is the nature of the mind.
the more intelligent you are, the more you are capable of manipulating the facts to arrive at your own definition of reality. ask the serial killer, or the bank robber, the terrorist,......

But truth is like light. it throws it rays on everthing, real & imagined. helping to see/realize it in other things. truth is not an object that can be achieved. it is a state of mind that let's you understand everthing. somewhat like a universal reality, while the realities of the sentient beings are personal, individuated, diluted, manipulated, mangled, masticated, filtered, censored, abridged.

Exalt, Exult, Exit

And so the circle goes

energies from the back of beyond
visions from the highest skies
love from the deepest dungeons of the heart
power so immense, mind melts like a glacier in the sahara

actions call attention
reflecting dignified intention
a miracle or two in the middle of the night
books that say 'you are god,go take up the fight'

very trippy ride this one, never seems to stop
yelled to release some energy; ran to release some more
but the more I lose the more I gain, filling to the top
'WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?' I wonder; I don't know for sure

success falls right in the lap
quickly rises to fill the head
words flowing like water from a tap
never remembering what was said

then came a day
when the dark clouds gathered overhead
cut out the energy
& the power of all that was read

love seems a scarce commodity
in these days of rain
this is the season of shame
filling the heart with pain

'now i shall go' i said
i've had enough of this
as i lay awake on my bed
waiting for the night's kiss

mind blogging

gazillion cells of the body
going about their daily chores
hair grows without active volition
nails & skin do the same
can't remember ever asking the pancreas to secrete
or asking the heart to beat
perfect harmony despite the abuse

a few billion cells inside the skull though
need to be told what to do
as dull as they are grey,
the effort's killing
throwing tantrums, never getting saddled
have to ride this wild one over the hill

to a land of truth
irrigated by the rivers of knowledge
where the seeds shall be sown
after the mind is cremated &
the ashes fertilize the soil

to grow as a tree
with branches in all directions imaginable
roots running through every inch of this ground
providing shade for the weary traveller
flowers for the bees that will make honey for all
fruits to feed every hungry mouth

shroom

oh so many colors,
streaking through the skyscape of the mind
Freckles of violet & indigo
red, blue & green too
early memories of kaleidoscopic adventures
still as fresh as new

What the bloggy hell

Spaced out, lost in time
the floodgates of the mind burst forth
thoughts spilling all over
gasping for breath
like a thousand-fish tank just fell to the ground
emotions running amok
trying to save as many as they can
sirens
an ambulance called reason
trying hard to squeeze in as many of these now near-dead 'dahlings'

been there, done that

"This is the world," I screamed & ran into solitude. There I was greeted by so many people. Me, me, mE, ME, myself, I, we....gosh there were so many of them. Some guys were cool, some guys sucked, some were mean, some were scared, some were the pinnacle of courage, some were warm & compassionate, some were cold as steel, some were the epitome of empathy while still some others were sadist devils from the summit of imagination. All of them were there, every single type of person I had met in this world & imagined in my mind. Cool masks, they were. Depending on where I went or how I felt or who I met, I picked up the appropriate mask & went on stage. Tell you what, I had matching accessories that went with these masks.

Can't say I always performed well. Sometime I goofed, but I learned - how to grow into a better actor. I'm growing still, added a few more masks that I discovered in the attic last fall, searching & finding a lot more. Phew, so many. Wonder if I'll have enough time in this life to try them all before I go. Go where? I don't know. But everyone says that everbody has to go sometime so I'll go with the herd on this one for the time being.

It's so cool, playing these games, pretending to be good, bad, kind, unkind, loving, hating, important, insignificant, big, small..........sort of like being in this huge fair covering the entire universe & I go around trying all the games & rides that I think I will enjoy. But there's no guarantee. Went on this ride they called marriage. Kinda like a roller coaster. couldn't stand it, threw up, well sort of. Don't know if that's the nature of the ride, or the particular carriage that I got onto or if I am the kind that's prone to throw up in any such ride. Now each of these guys that I met in my solitude has his own opinion on why threw up. They're probably presenting me all the possibile 'explanations'of this very same situation. Don't know who to believe. Hey hold on, if 'I' am one of these guys, who's the one that makes the decision?

I'm probably gonna lose my mind one of these days. But what the heck, that's precisely what everyone's trying to do. Only some of them seem to chose who or to what object they want to lose it to. More or less like playing hide & seek. These are the people that have a ready answer to one of the absolutely stupid questions - "Where did you lose it?" Fuck you man, if I knew where then I wouldn't be saying 'lost'

But it's a cool game. you can pretend to be so sorrowful at the loss & try to beat Shahrukh Khan in Devdas. Then comes the Annual Filmfare award for 'Best actor'

Now I need another role. A villain this time , probably. yes, that would be challenging & maybe I'll win the next year's award for 'Best Supporting Actor'. Or a comedian?


"If a man is considered guilty for what goes on his mind you can give me the electric chair for all my future crimes. Yeah!" - Prince (Batman)

Well you can give it to every single soul on earth - including GOD, if there is such a thing that exists outside of all of them put together.

spoke to one lonely flower
on my way to work
"wherefrom thy lovely fragrance?" i asked
"while all i shower on you is piss"

another day a cow, i met
"wherefrom the white in thy milk?"
"while all you eat is green?"
"mooooooooooooooooooove," she said