Saturday, September 24, 2011

The Song of the Wind…

Initially I thought, its going to be a poem…but its not…and definitely not a microblog or simply a twitter update…nah…its somewhere in between I guess…and in the title, I specifically mean SONG and not melody…A song has the liberty of having many moods to it…while a melody has to be sweet, always (or atleast that how I think it is)…

So, this particular song, over the last weekend was almost certainly melodious to begin with…atleast till the time it was playing on my lips, while I’s flying with my Activa on (almost over and above) Pune roads…reaching every corner, from temples to markets to street vendors of cute junk jewelry  to coffee shops…

Three days of overtly shown and proved liberation they were…that feeling new and fresh…

But then, when has complex minds as human beings, accepted and approved of something as simple as “feel-good is equivalent to happiness”? Every such statement comes with clauses…some hidden, some obviously obvious and some which lead to painful implication to tenses, especially future…We just don’t approve of anything just like that…We have an eerie ability to question everything…let alone those explanations to the rest of the world, your own self stands beside you and starts questioning…and irritating as they may be, but the questions are generally fair and logical…and if you are not in a habit of living in illusions, you find it very difficult to answer them all…

So this time the questions were on very existence, the kinds which hurt the most…So, this is how you think how simple things can be? You, your self, your Activa, your songs, and empty roads and you driving that fast and free and safe too?  Whatta foolish immature thought!
And then those suggestions… Come outta it dear…from the post dusk darkness to the dawning truth…oh the timeline hurts! It may come sooner than you think…when the feel good about yourself disappears, don’t make it the habit that hurts…Dont let a pebble stir the stagnant waters and create waves…generalize things…move slowly with the rest of the world…with publicly accepted terms of living…and then…get going!

I’ve no answers except for one…about the stagnant waters…
If you throw a pebble in stagnant waters, it’ll create waves no doubt…But what if the water is flowing so fast that it doesn’t mind even rolling stones?   

Sunday, September 11, 2011

(acting on) Impulse...


Chaos, High Drama,
a bevy of thought,
Odd moments of terror,
barren chambers to rot...

Moments of silence,
moments of screaming,
that moment of trial,
and boiling blood teeming...

Imprudent and stupid,
"Gone Crazy" they thought,
hitherto uncared for,
lone battle was fought...

Illusions and Figments,
probation was feared,
For frolic and disport,
friendships were geared...

Whats learnt is so precious,
from those forlorn battles,
Happy I did it,
acting on that impulse...




P.S. Friends...I love you all really...But, couldn't help this one... :(