Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Oh Folks!

Oh folks
Let me roughen my heels
Followed by sleepless nights
Where the midnight night boils on

Oh folks
Let me run the gauntlet
And hit a wall front on
Or fall in a pit, break bones

Oh folks
Ohe comfort has caused rust
And left the mine unexplored
For no one knows what lies beneath

Oh folks
Let me have my share of struggle
For its time to break the cukoon
That you have preserved me with

Oh folks
Look ahead, survival of the fittest
Look ahead, you are but temporary guardians
Predators are stalking, its time!

Thursday, May 30, 2013

It Stays Forever


It fell from sight as I drifted along
Words that I wish had flown from tongue
Gestures from heart that swayed from path
Call of duty that that my legs dodged
They yet but hollow me from inside

I wish I could but clock my hands
To a better suiting of presented opportunity
And set straight the tilted balance
For I had the weight but not the ways

Lingering thought remains of times
For time can only bury the dead
But the bones stay even after the skin
Deeper into the crust, below a layer
Of hardening clay that forms rock
Dug, by a shovel purposeful enough

The air forgets what once inhaled it
But the soil always knows the thorns
Entrenched in its flesh, deep down beneath
All that time has treated to similar fate
Because nothing dies without the man himself

Spirit Subdued

Kill me for I am not as good as you
Strip me from not just clothes
Rape me for my tongue is not the scorpions’
Dump me to the orphanage for my slow hands

I am your daily amusement
When your mood strikes a jovial hour
And you ravish all that I hold myself for
To give me doubt over my existence

I am your whore and your dog
But when did you become my master?
When did your havoc wreck my stable?
And send my grey mater homeless.

My shaded lenses filtered your vice
And I lend my head to the axe
But remember you, the trespasser
The remains of my carnage still suffice

This cauldron isn’t deep enough to drown me
And it is cooler than hell to boil me
So I stole a dagger in exile, to slit my throat
It has crept along to reach my fingers

I may be still the loyal dog
But my spirit is subdued by that of the blade's
And I may still trod the Gandhian way
But for you I pray, sleep with open eyes
Or you may never close them again, yourselves.

Dare You Break

Dare you light, go
Dazzle the magnets and miracles,
Dare you light
For thy glare I hate,
Dare thee to break the gloom
And bring sane eyes towards my recluse.

Dare you break my idyllic calm
Even if thy think its a helium bubble.
Dare thee lighten up my grey matter
For the darkness comforts mysteriously.
Dare you, bring insomnia,
Sleep and dreams keep me high.

You are best mixed with colors
And darkness, to bring a dim glow.
Just enough to hide the removable
And show what covers the delusion below.

Dare not the noise break the plugged in harmonica
For the demeanor soothes the arid panacea.
Even if the hot air balloon grows in distance
From the ruckus of the reality,
A hole, a fall is all it takes to keep me forever in the haze.

Resurge

Paranoia and negative nostalgia clouds,
Insignificant yet referent people,
Regress like the old wine, stronger.
A race against intuition,
To bury the history, a box of nuclear waste.
The fire still burns, a volcano never dies,
Pierce through the mount beyond what the dog can see,
Its just a proxy for the ocean beneath.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Adversus Solem Ne Loquitor(Don’t Speak Against the Sun)




How do we define an argument? Is it a supposed to be loud and dominating activity in which one or more people try to demean their opponent’s point so that they can establish their authority or get their work done? Or is it an activity where a person who is lower in authority or designation is in a fight with someone who is of a higher power, in a daring and audacious display, disrespecting the latter’s position, a show of unpardonable heresy? It is extremely probable that this is how the authority supposed to be the receiving end of an argument perceives the act or situation to be, at least subconsciously. This can easily be seen in the way there is a resistance to such activity and then in the opinionated/biased disadvantageous behavior towards the former. This is not to say that some arguments don’t deserve such treatment. And even then these consequences may be unacceptable. But there is a serious lack of empathy in most of the cases where the intentions of the party branded as a rebel or misbehaved, hold no importance for the party addressed to.
 
Whenever there is an imbalance it is hard for a balanced thing to correct the skewness. There has to be an equal weight on the opposite side for the beam balance to rest in the middle. In the same way a person with a colored vision, conflicting interests, falsely assumed elevated designation, or a clearly heavy side of the brain is logically incapable of interpreting the intentions of a balanced person, let alone empathizing him when he tries to put his point forward. Does this mean that the quickly disappearing population of balanced people can never get their way if they are in the initial stages of their career and have to depend on the majority who are on the other side?

There exists a concept of being smart. It is the ability of a person to influence the perception of the other party and still put across his point or get his way. This can also be termed as manipulative behavior wherein the psychology is hit upon in its loopholes or stimulation points and during the effect of that attack, the intended items are slipped under the nose of the latter (this is a constricted meaning). Again this is a regular phenomenon whether or not people are consciously aware of it happening to them or they themselves practicing it. But is being smart the answer?
Being smart is either an art leaned through practice or it comes naturally to a certain tribe of people. But there exists a tribe to whom this quality is elusive. It is contrary to their basic nature and ideology to mince words. It is just not there in their DNA. Does that mean that when the balance of power in not in their favor, they will have to face the music until a time they correct the equation (in the long run)? These are essentially the kind of people who become hard task masters as bosses, someone you would hate to work under due to their no nonsense toleration.

So what happens when MTV asks people to stay raw? Isn’t saying RAW against the very concept of being manipulative or smart in the sense that we defined above? If we go by this concept then a huge majority of people would automatically be disqualified from the RAW category. The exceptions would be those who can segregate the two faces of their personality to an extent that they don’t have a significant effect on the other. Hence there is now only a small minority of people who now fall under the probable RAW candidacy.

But we still haven’t defined what an argument means to our RAW and balanced person, for which we need to understand how his mind works and the reason why he does things. This is a frank and brutally honest person who is very fair and knows nothing but the truth. For him it is hard to understand why people have a problem in accepting their mistakes and being open to improvement suggestions from the outside. In other words ego is alien to him. It may help him in being assertive in whatever he believes in because that may be the only thing he can push forward for his incompetency to be manipulative or smart. His main objective is to contribute towards the final product or outcome.

Hence we can safely define an argument basically is the process for development of a thought, idea, proposition or stance through a discussion or a positively critical conversation between two or more people. For a RAW person it is an unbiased, healthy, open mechanism to either get his claim endorsed by the authority addressed to or to develop it, making it the best that can be. And in this process he finds people with a lopsided brain who consider his intentions as “gustakhi” and he can’t help it because he knows he is not at fault. Hence for formality and practicality’s sake he subsides in the end and when the cloud clears he goes on hi same merry way to become a hard task master when he himself becomes the Authority.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

10 Days To Go


Its not the Horizon that I am chasing right now, thought life should be that ways for most of the time. The path ahead is more like a rancid plain followed by a hill that has to be climbed and in time that doesn't go beyond the fading twilight. This is so to avoid the spell casting night during which the wait has to coursed to go around the hill to the other side and during a time when the crowd that has already reached the top, is resting and preparing to advance towards the mountain, at dawn. I would be left behind to play catch up, the night plagued by snakes and darkness obstructs the expedition manifolds.

The marathon that started a decade ago seems to have put the sun above my head at dusk, to face the scorching heat. The backlog seems to have increased to the levels that were there at the inception and lost is the momentum that was gained in the galloping noon. I am wondering how the horse in me died and such a subtle way. Here you cannot manage to be an Usain Bolt or not even the tortoise. Only mortals with a strong Head Line and a human pedigree can move forward. Even the pedestrians are ahead at this point in time, and much to my realization is the requirement to keep pace with the last lot of this date.

What Started 10 years ago has to be kept in good motion and for that to happen, the next 10 days have to run well.
Never before was a successful climb more decisive. Never before was i left with no one else to follow. For the dawn to come soon and in the best shape, the dusk has to show the intent that once inhibited me during noon. Thrice before have i faced the same fate and succumbed. Greased elbows and knees was all i had to pay with. The free chances end with this fourth time. Another let down will lead me to the valley of the snakes.

Heaven on earth is what lies beyond the mountain top. At least that is what it boasts to be! It is both the destination and destiny. The earlier you reach the longer you stay.
And all is not lost yet. But is the path to this mountain after the hill destiny too? Thus the high prevalent priorities are due to fact that Blessings in Disguise can't be counted upon. Even though everything happens for the better and when the time is ripe, you cannot sit back and wait for it. And when you have the bow and arrow in hand then you might as well shoot than to hope that the enemy gets scared. And its just fitting that the arrow is pulled back before it is released.

Analogically Its Time..!!