The Elephant Song

My Karl Cullen my friend and my brother left this earth On Monday morning 20 May 2013, to continue on his journey. This blog entry is dedicated to him in loving memory.

“In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night… you– only you– will have stars that can laugh!”

And he laughed again.

“And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure… and your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, ‘Yes, the stars always make me laugh!’ And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you…”

And he laughed again.

“It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh…”



~ the Little Prince

And her name was Love...

She came broken twisted

weighed down by who she was forced to be

by who she thought she was

she sought comfort I gave her courage

she was looking for shelter I threw her to the elements

she grew I loved her for it

with her, on her road to self discovery I found joy

I got to know myself better

I lost her in the end but kept the moments

she gained freedom I found insight

fleeting though the moments with her she gave me all

the joy a story the laughter over a shared smoke

I welcomed her in to my world

but she had to leave early

the story ended the Magik remained

My Road to Ithaca

shoes are worn out

will last they said

backpack straps are digging into my shoulder

Rubbing it raw till the skin starts to peel

sun is bright, bright and intense, hurting my eye

hot sand picked up by the wind is hurling into my face

pricking it, bruising it

lips chaffed, dry, bright crimson drops starts to show through the cracks

Finishing of the last few drops of water

To quench the thirst, to ease the pain in my parched throat

still have miles to go

Before I reach my Ithaca

when I land on her shores, bruised I might be

But would have learnt all that there is 

experienced life as it is meant to be.....

Endless Drifters

The wind carrying the resonance of the gong

Ethereal sound of the conch enveloping

Moving

soul freed, gently drifts away

The crying the pain the loss all fading away

Sound of distant rumble, thunder rolling

monotonous bang of the pile driver

honking and the bickering

cremation workers haggling for a few tenners more

Nothing can drown out the truth

That our stories too have an end! 

wake-up

Morning coffee peeling away my sleep
Sun is just starting to peek ever so subtly
Over the distant tree tops
fully woken up by the sound of jostling trains
and vendors hawking myriad things
My day has started on railway platform
In some nondescript station.
The journey continues...

Sutured-Up

I took a needle and threaded it with truth

And started to sew the pieces together,

Every flaw, every mistake.

I sew them all together

Like a patch work quilt

Every good every attribute

I started taking shape

All the nuances and the imperfections

Complete and perfect

I didn't make me to be judged

But to be tested, to be tempered

By the elements of my world

By chance and by my free will

I am a work in progress

Always will be

Every fall; every flight

Just an event in this endless

Discontinuous experience

That which I call life

My life and I hold no one else

 Man or god responsible for it

Live It !!! or Die Trying..... Period

Disgust, pure plain and simple, is what I feel whenever I see people throw away their dreams so that they can afford a better phone, a better car maybe a better social circle. Seriously that's all your life is worth it? What's worse we have already trained our kids to stop dreaming very early on, so that they can get ahead in the bloody rat race!!!!!

 We are taught to consume mindlessly, comply mindlessly. When I take a walk through any crowded street all I see is broken dreams, broken spirit. All this reminds me of a broken horse saddled and harnessed with the blinds on. I am not talking about some random sample. I am referring to now and here, the state of our society. What’s more surprising is people actually compete to be better at this. From my perspective they are competing at not living. They celebrate ‘nothing’. I understand every man/women to his/her own. Then why in a society where a life’s dream is discarded whimsically, where living has lost all its sanctity, we expect our fellow human beings to value other’s life?

If you think this is some random drunken rant… go ahead with whatever suits you, but don’t you dare complain about the consequences of a society which has adopted this non-living lifestyle whole sale. We have not lost humanness; in that case we will at least live like an animal. Our case is actually worse… we have lost the concept of life and living and now we are turning on each other. We are living in a state of indifference, suppressing emotions such as concern, excitement, motivation and passion. All this for what? To get the approval of a society which didn’t give a damn any ways?  How demented are we to accept this premise and try to get on with this contorted living?

I value my relationships; I am passionate about my life and I live my dreams. It is possible to shun all social norms and be. I do not have special powers. My Dreams are non-negotiable simple. I have failed many a times. Then again I don’t play this game just to win; I play because I want to. My agenda here is of personal realizations, not to comply with protocols laid down by Dogmas of religion, nation or society.

Somewhere between checking out the latest out of your financial reach gadget on Flipkart and mocking your government for improper governance also think about living your dream, living your life and finding your destiny.

Damn the bloody society and its rules!!!!! Go live your Dream.