To Poetry

A recurring dream tortured my mind,

Standing by a momentary library,

Where poems I hated to write

Were preserved for eternities, stained

By my narrowing vision,

I read them and wept.

I was a quill the next day,

I floated around in a master’s hands,

Obedient and flawless, I scribbled words

That remained meaningless for all,

And the dream brought me closer

To redemption.

Soothed and tortured, I became a

Poet again, I flew the streets

Stained with blood and hate,

Where sweat spewed mercilessly

On paths where imagination

Once passed with royalty.

I am the quill again, with a subdued

Hue of fetid ink, I write my own

Destiny. I stop me from loving,

I scribble that I were an introvert,

I write that I shall forsake happiness,

That I shall forever be a poet.

Impromptu

Image prompt from The Mag

Underneath the rusted iron, a prowess of illusion remained,

The unable driver of the machine remained in awe,

Wheels turned towards a virginal meadow, wet from dew,

Unheeded balloons that flew from the past settled around,

It lifted the machine and made it drift along in the wind,

The driver’s watch made revolutions towards the past.

Balloons, blue in hue, showed him paths to the unknown,

He drove in mid air, honked at passing souls, some

Blinded by the confusion of death, while some struggled

To remove burial dirt that perturbed, even in afterlife!

Balloons, red in rage, talked about the life of a wizard

Who fell in love with a princess, how he gave her

Balloons, red with love, out here in the meadows,

Illuminated with light from his shiny new machine.

Balloons, black and bleak, overpowered the ride with

A fury of emotions. It hit the car towards unruly clouds,

Rain and winds swirled the machine, red balloons popped

Giving grave thunder, the wizard’s tears fell as rain!

Balloons which remained, yellow and alone,

Spoke of a lover’s pledge, it glowed bright and true,

The eyes of the wizard looked plainly at the driver,

A lifetime’s promise could now be fulfilled.

The driver woke up at his own bed, his machine stood

Erect in the yard, with yellow balloons still in flight,

He saw raindrops, frozen, yet still hugging onto the

Yellow group. He took them to the queen as a present,

She rejected them outright, but the frozen balloons

Made a final flight, it settled on the queens lap,

And burst with the sound of cries, and frozen drops

Of rain dripped all along her royal gown!

Notes

Impromptu : An impromptu magic trick is the one in which a magician performs an illusion with items that he happen to find at a moment’s notice.

Verschränkung

The search for truth haunted him during sleeps,

Life struggled to hang on between hopes and dreams,

A plate of ideas never presented itself,

Time gradually left spots of grey in his hairs,

It left him bewildered, and his thoughts scattered

While his cat screeched for air inside the box.

Ideas are contagious, obsessions are grave,

He was caught unaware between the extremes,

Answers clawed into his weary brains,

And filled each cell with a resurgence of life.

Poison spread evenly inside the box,

The screeches of dislike slowly ceased.

His tangled life began to relieve, he felt the Sun

Shower him with vibrant quarks of love, his dark

Lab was left with the fire and light of a distant source,

The granter of verve pushed his brains to the limits,

With each ray, he felt the unpredictability of life,

He felt its supreme beauty, the cat was forgotten.

His theory received its tranquil intro, but each

Word build itself up towards a poignant revolution,

Quarks of love was replaced by the fury of science,

Erratic methods of nature became inevitable truths,

The grandeur of the world was replaced by

The sophistication of a particle in motion,

The poisoned cat hopped between life and death,

And played merrily with the tangled strings of science.

Notes
Verschränkung is the German word for Entanglement, coined famously by Erwin Schrodinger as he went on to interpret the phenomenon of Quantum Mechanics through the famous Schrondinger’s Cat Thought Experiment. Basically, the experiment features a cat, a flask of poison, and a radioactive source, placed in a sealed box. If an internal monitor detects radioactivity (i.e. a single atom decaying), the flask is shattered, releasing the poison that kills the cat. The Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics implies that after a while, the cat is simultaneously alive and dead.! Yet, when one looks in the box, he finds the cat alive or dead. The thought experiment was brought forth to challenge the Copenhagen interpretation. I tried to mix these ideas with the life of the scientist and the intrinsic unpredictability of his science and his life. He is left in Verschränkung in-front of science and yet he finds a way to untangle them. To know more about the Schrodinger’s Cat experiment, visit : Schrondinger’s Cat Thought Experiment

Fugue

A plague of disorienting thoughts spread,

I loiter beside shores of forgotten life

And hopelessly gaze at a drifting horizon,

I feel my eyes moisten , maybe at loss

Or maybe with a strange paranoia.

Let the lives here feel the cold comfort

Of my blades. Each disappearing life

Enlightens my soul with deep delight,

I am a merciless killer, and a granter of

Life. The cycle of memories continue.

Fresh flowers bloom in my garden,

I struggle to smother my fervor,

Searching for thorns, I find many,

But the beauty of the fresh bud disrupt

The spells of agony. I feel the tranquil scent.

I keep the flowers beside her grave,

I killed her to keep me alive, the

Plague keep hauling sands from

My shores, eventually, I know, she

Would be devoured by the irate seas.

And yet, I know, even when

The last flower withers off,
Her eyes will remain enveloped within my heart,
Her smiles shall remain unscathed on my shores,

But her memories will go forever down,

The drains of a torrid plague.

Senseless Treasures

Photo by Agustin Berrocal
Courtesy : The Mag

Built vaguely on meticulous ideals, his anxiety

Reached frivolous peaks. His tainted lips lost

All of its moist red and showed a tinge of lost gray,

The muddy vest, half torn by the gruesome times,

Was ripped apart by the beast that tasted gold.

Hardwork is a friend who guides you to places,

Maybe for him, the friend was the only one ever,

With him he walked before the Sun shined for him,

With him he returned after his daily venture,

With non-existent treasures.

He would dig and reach the other side of Earth

They said, but his insanity was often mistaken

For a patience that he ever unearthed. He dug

Like a mad man, he even found the bones of

A solitary maiden who was buried alive!

He dug, this day that year, he would dig, this day

Next year, he would have dug in the years to come,

Though destiny was buried somewhere close,

And eventually he found it too, he took it

Home and locked it with the maiden’s bones.

All that glitters was not gold, but what he found

Indeed was. His eyes never did adjust to the

Intense light, his hands shivered, his heart stopped

Its relentless beats. All his life stood before him,

He took the treasure, locked it along with destiny,

And went to dig the next day!

Tiger Vision

From the posters of ‘Life of Pi’

Mystic monuments hugged together in the fog,

Thoughts dismembered into dissimilar notes

Of a melancholy Sitar, slowly continued its

Relentless echo. Stars sparkled up high,

With its calm delight I stepped foot into the dark.

A cold spread of algae showed me the way,

Winds blew until the shiver shook my walks,

When at times it gracefully recede, silence

Enveloped the breath of the forest, it tore

My heart and unsettled my mind, I doubted.

Gracefully, water kissed the meadows that night,

A crescent moon rose in the Eastern sky,

With its enchanting white, I saw her quiescent eyes,

They fixed upon mine. The forest opened itself before,

I was left forever with that consuming trance,

And walked through delirium into her enthralling gems.

Notes

Before reading it, see what inspired me to write it. If you really got to know how I felt like when writing it, play this on the background:

http://youtube.googleapis.com/v/yAT5Spqez0k&source=uds

First Flight


First Flight of a Duckling Credits : dailymail.co.uk

Time strikes opportune,
Wings, rusted for long,
Shall now know the wind’s tune,
Even before I take the dive,
I feel the air,
I ride!

A leap of faith,
Cause my eyes cannot see,
An assuring ground below,
My wings shake, mind fret, yet
I trust!

I feel my beaks cutting through,
The air is cold,
The descent; indecent,
The trust; in vain?
I wait.

I spread my wings,
It send shivers,
I gasp for a breath and flap,
I close my eyes,
Cause I cant handle the sight,
And with a strange and easy rhythm,
I fly!

Chalks and Friendship Songs (A Memoir)

My School

1.
Loitering sans aim, and watching the drops of rain
Deepening the colors of my shirt, takes me
Back to an unreachable past where all senses
Of me still remain eternally spotless!

Days of balancing on slipping railway tracks,
Having one hand held firm at the flapping umbrella
And the other placed on unyielding shoulders,
With an assurance, matchless, and a sanctified
Feeling of enlightenment you get once you know life!

Now I walk along the same old tracks,
The stations where we sat forever, happy,
Seems to have grown dusted and alone.
A train scurry past, splashing water all about,
And the umbrella flies away with me onto the
Fearsome winds. I realize for an instant how,
Those calm shoulders eased even the fury of nature.

2.
Hunting for chalks beneath teacher’s desk,
Flinging them merrily at passing girls,
We always ended up pointing each other,
Memories of love began at warfares,
Many would also end with a chill,
But we raged on with an intense fervor,
And went home proud with hands stained with chalks!

O, those classrooms, unmatched by any playgrounds!
Where balls made of paper and cloth sped past,
Angry teachers, where we rolled on like dogs
Fighting, booing, and augmenting insanity,
In those small rooms where we met erudition,
We lived, breathed and looked out together through
The windows and happily knitted up dreams!

All dreams remain in oblivion now,
As I walk on the same old paths,
With only memories to keep me by.

3.
The unending talks, the fast moving time,
The meaningless fears, and welcomed fests
Where we hung on sans sorrow as long as we wished.
Spells of rue when a friend cease to talk,
Those awkward moment when he still makes you laugh,
And a lifetime to cherish when reconciliation visited,
O, such were the days when you were truly loved.

Tears drench my clothes as much as the rains now,
Insatiable as hers when I saw her cry, the promise
That I made to myself to never let another tear line
Her face, still resonates in those amaranthine corridors,
I could hear her tones, I could hear her blatant laughs,
I stand by that corridor, alone now, with memories
Falling into my heart like those bewildered raindrops.

The timorous heart still continues to pound,
I remember those miniscule seconds when
Our eyes met in between, and the smile
When the realization diffuse that it was not
Just me, who felt the excessive flow of love.

When the call from the heavens reach my ears,
I shall remember that day, when she took my note,
And wrote, ‘En mi Amigo!’, and when I wrote
With stuttering hands, ‘Forever’ underneath it!

Notes
Dedicated to my 10th std classmates, 12th std classmates, and especially to Vivek PM, Arjun M and Aparna Prabhakaran, for giving me moments I would cherish for a lifetime!

Broken Ties

Seas of bottomless blames separates us now,

Words of intimacy sinks without effort,

The unbridged waters keep us apart,

And we glance without a tinge of love.

The towering anxiety hurls my thoughts,

Abrupt hues of blue fill my color pots,

I shall paint your face with my purest hands,

But seldom shall it turn into a masterpiece.

When each ship keeps moving into the port,

I look for your eventual answer,

Often I am left behind with a noisy group

Passing by, and my hands left unheld.

Labyrinths of Appetite

I.
His feet ached with habitual walking,
Eyes crumbled as it faced light,
Silence transcended from his pale face,
It spoke more words than his concealed love!
He cursed the omniscient God,
Mocked at his discrepant blessings,
Blasphemed and inter-coursed.
Insanity orbited in his vicinity,
Inside it he remained with a stomach,
Always left unattended.

II.
She let the butter-less bread to take flight,
Felonious totems spun about,
Her frolic laughs echoed with esteem,
The cold anomalies of life, went on
Without being repressed, while
The bread remained in dirt,
Before it was swallowed cleanly
By the Earth, and its hunger relieved.

III.
Five trees staged a rebellion in a park,
They were denied clean water to drink
By the bourgeoisie nature of homo sapiens.
They ceased the supply of fruits,
Shed all leaves, which cleansed lives,
They even broke branches which
Sheltered a group of sparrows,
The strike never went unnoticed,
But all Gods were bribed,
And the sparrows remained without home
Forever!

IV.
She was introduced amidst the spectra recently,
Her breaths never polluted the air,
Her cries never impaired your ears,
Her gentle sleeps never ceased to delight,
Between her tongues all tastes hid,
Many more came though from a woman’s breast,
She would forget the tastes very soon;
Alas! Human memories are not so strong
As acute appetites!