Thursday, December 18, 2008

desert rain

and that day it rained in the desert
the first drops from a millennium
the longing of eons
the thirst since time unknown

the drops touched the soft dust
and made puddles in the ground
the aroma of wet sand
floating through the air
it started flowing through the surface
stroking the barren land

finding its ways to the insides
meandering through the arteries
flushing through the veins
to reach the throbbing heart

and it reached the throbbing heart
and the desert no longer missed the rain.
the desert no longer missed the rain

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Silence - the purest music

Silence, the purest music
The richest note
played in harmony
by the universe

the deepest truths
embedded in sweet rhymes
for the astute listener
devoid of daily sounds

Monday, December 15, 2008

autumn face

Image Coutesy: The Axe Victim

autumn leaves float in the air
ruffles the flock of auburn hair
dusty wind that blows again
to scratch and talk to the window pane
the smell of yesterday's ale
drowsy face in morning, pale
my morning view through half open eyes
with a smile i close my eyes.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

silence of the highway

Image Coutesy: srdjanhorvat

have you listened
to the silence of the highway at night
with murmurs of distant vehicles
and lights dimming from your sight

have to listened to the words
that is whispered to your ears
while you have been left awake
by the squeaking of your bus tyres

they said to me on countless silent nights
they said to me about the people who have traveled that way
that they were in a hurry to beat the friend on the next lane
and they were in a hurry to make up for lost miles
and carry a lot of frowns to rush to their graves
and missed out on a lot of smiles
which were coming their way

so slow down my child, slow down
the lanes are all the same for you and everyone
there is no race here and no price for the winner
this is a highway and travel not, carrying lot of baggage
slow down my child, for there is lot of time
to smell the fragrance of the morning air
and listen to the whispers of the silent highway

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

a long journey

Image courtesy: Railway Track in Sepia, originally uploaded by Gatorhank.

a long journey
with no plans
no routes and no reserved seats
and finally to no destination

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

a window to the past

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is that my story,
running backwards ?
with the scenes and the dialogues...
and all monologues, rewind in time...

will i go back in time to reach the space
that dreaded moment
where i walked out in my rage
to never see the face again
except in infinite morbid dreams
the shady painting and crumbled bread
and flakes of red chilly and fluorescent light

not to the lonely days of J.krishnamurthy
neither the dark stations of the central line
not the silent waves of arabian sea
beating the shores of colaba beach
is that moment ever in my reach ?

from dead to undead

scared of decay and worms
phil rose from the dead
shook away the dirt
and penned words from his head...

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

phil died

phil died of heamorrage
he had a broken heart
he did not live till old age
at ripe health did he depart

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

i am bored with boredom

after long days of staring into your eyes am realizing that our love was a fallacy.
a necessity of times, for the numbers that it puts into the bank website, and for the feeling of being occupied in some form of relation with something.
as a matter of fact i am fed up looking at your eyes.. your eyes which are the windows to the world of brackets and keywords, stack and heap and all those pulp which goes into the making of software..
neither does your window amuse me,, nor all the terminals that you show to painstakingly look at the dumb prints which give out the same old story again and again
i guess for the past 5 years i have been living with you as some sort of obligation, our love is falling apart and i cannot stand anything but the prints any more. do not show any more black windows with white prints. i do not want to see any compilation errors either. i find it absurd at this point that humans have made up all these compilers and languages for making unfortunate ones like us occupied all through the day and night to make those compositions.

for once i am fed up with boredom,, boredom has started to bore me in its monotonicity.
at least i hope that ladakh will bring a shard of fresh air to my nostrils which has been
smelling the stale AC of video lab for long.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Relative Hypocrisy

For is there anything in people which is not relative hypocrisy. Of course not with me. Any deep dwelve into your mind will reveal a hidden motive for personal agenda in terms of any act that you do. Any act for that matter.
Now even for the logical mind who claim to project objectivism and individualism as absolute truth, well maybe there is a logical beauty to the statement.
That it points or it favours an absolute sense of reality and it can very easily touch the logical mind. Well then there is an issue; there are emotions, well not only animal one's or one's which are considered less subtle, but emotions which make you think that they arise from something called conscience or something more humane and when any act is arising out that there is this organized philosophy of making piffles of it, pettying it and de-humaninzing it.
Well for that matter the absolute truth is that had there been no emotion, there would have been no worldly or humanely act transforming the life of the society. Not at all.
But I guess there are acts arising out of an abolute sense of reason, and it seems an act itself is not necessary.. I do not know..
It is just a guess and some reason of knowledge...

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

A semi logical observation about God and Love

I think I understand a little why there is the divine
For I feel that apart from the survival and reproductive instincts
human mind has subtle parts which can feel and generate love
love which is not amorous, which is neither attached to a blood relation nor attached to a reason
and there are various ways this could be touched upon
certain music, certain poetry, prayer, a place, a mass pilgrimage and any such act
can touch the area of mind which is supposed to link to the above mentioned aspect of love
that could be the reason why so many people shed tears or become emotional when they are in a holy place or with holy company
Now there is an intelligent design, or an evolution based on an intellegent design for evolution, or something which has left this particular
part of human psych intact, which could mean that the design of evolution could be directed to or originated from something called the divine... maybe...
For a perfectly logical mind, which is like a computer, an infinitely complex logical machine, there is no need for such a feeling and there is no attraction towards such a feeling too...
the argument by far says that god is a very very emotional concept and so is love and a logical mind which would consider emotions as secondary would never need a god or need not accept a god....
well i guess i am very less expressive in this realm... but i guess it cannot be expressed...
it is something which has to happen...
it just has to happen.. and i wish some day it will happen to me...

Monday, February 25, 2008

It has been a long long time

Oh yes it has been a long long time since I last wrote something without an output motive. I guess the society these days do promote the result motive individual.. anyways..
So again now I have to think for it is a little mean and my fingers would stop typing if there were no meaning in what is being written.
I still do not get the courage to let go in writing. Abstract poetry would have been better since it would save me the embarassment by being naively stupid about most of them.

1. Well yes, so for all the people out there, do people believe that there is a means to live efforlessly like the Spiritual teachers are saying these days ?

2. Is there a way for a human to solve and go ahead through the intricacies of life analtically, while living in life itself ? I guess that was not worded correctly; Well when a person is critically in the midst of a serious issue, which also corresponds to emotions attached with it, can it be so managed that , it is seen as a problem as such without the emotions associated with it.

I do not think so, and if it were possible, then life would have been a higly complex series of interminkled problems to be solved. when i say problems, i mean in a positive way, like a computer scientist would describe " the travelling sales man problem"
As a matter of fact i was quite surprised while i got such a description to real life problems with emotions attached to it from a computer scientist [a computer engineer for that matter, the distinction is still there]

Well if it is possible, then the most intelligent problem solver should be the most successful person in life while it is not the case most of the times.

NON-Serious Writing

After a terrible long interlude, just happened to write again. Though this period was very tumultous in various realms of my personality, I would prefer not to write about it in a public domain since, that would infringe many of personal and professional breach of privacy for the important lives of many third parties.
Well yes... the writing style is being influenzed by the throught process of a long time. Does it sound like a stupid business contract.Anyways I am not surprised either. Now when I think about it why should I write, that too in public domain.
Let me list down some of the so called advantages:
Writing improves writing skills.. well till now i do not intend to make a living out of writing.

but I sure do think that any creative outburst should be giving a sense of pleasure for the human being doing that and for that matter i guess i am maturing enough to figure out that the most important part of the human existance is his thoughts and the pleasure that comes out of creative outbursts from the thought process though i do not distinguish between the right and left brain and all those nodal separations.

And also this portion of just making no effort to do an activity in itself is a pleasure. I do not intend to re-read and edit an article or a poem or review it again. Writing for writing's sake should be explored. it should definitely be explored.

i should say that there is no amount of information pouring out in these words, nor there is any thought process coming out, except that maybe i have got into the habit of using words together in a flow to mean nothing or to mean something so that it sounds appropriate for the to just jot it down...

Again that was pretty selfish. A very selfish way of not putting your effort to come up with creative writing.. Well so be it. I guess I should be selfish at least in my blogs..

Oh yes I should be...

Now that I have come this far, let me think about something... in the meanwhile post this post