Saturday, December 14, 2013


The question is all about the 'Why?' or may be more accurately about the 'what' and the 'when', Or if asked precisely it can be transformed to a 'who' and then after pondering for a while it will be turned to a 'Polar' question. We never realize why we answer or what we answer, but when we answer is also neglected at times. Are you, your own obstacle? Well I can answer it now, but chose a later date. I can ask Why would I be my own obstacle? or What would I do being my obstacle?, but never think what all I can do by not being an obstacle. I can stand looking in the mirror, figuring out whether I obstruct my own thoughts, or let my feelings be chocked up. I can stand in front of a crowd, and still choke up. So the question finally trickles down to Who am I? Then comes the polar question, Will you let your self free? Its a no or a yes, but its pretty hard to decide, What will I do if I let my self free? Will I fly like a bird, or swim like a fish, or even close run like an animal. I don't have the answers to all of the questions, but if I let my self free, may be, I might fly as a bird, or swim like a fish or run like an animal. Why now? or What now, that I have set my self free, questions again. Brain a cobweb, a platter full of pie. 

Then one day I might wake up from this sleep, 
To see the sun shining bright.
Yet another day I wake up from this sleep,
To see the moon squashing my dreams.

Again the questions, tricky ones, not so tricky ones. Questions to dodge and questions to face. Questions to be responsible about and questions to let go of. Questions to ask your self, questions to ask the one whom you love and finally the questions which will keep you alive, the questions which will get you killed.

I saw a rabbit, white and bright,
Go down the rabbit hole, I followed,
Questions to ask, answers to know,
The rabbit disappeared, just left the hole.

I realized the other day that, rabbits answering all your queries are just mythical creatures, if you follow them without questions, you might see the light at the end of the hole, or the questions might kill the rabbit, leaving you with the hole. 

White horse, grey horse and a black horse,
In a horse market, at a land far across.
Buy one, kill one and let one go free,
Is it the black or the grey that should flee? 

Figure out the when part of the question, an answer two seconds late would've  already lost its taste. So ask and answer now. "Who am I?"

Wednesday, November 20, 2013


Well its been a long time since I wrote something nifty and useful, and I guess I won't be doing that yet, but somehow, I realized who my idol was. There was a time when I was so confused with the "You need a role model to look upto and grow", well I was always kind of a guy who din't want an Idol or a role model to look upto. Basic reasons : Never found any one good enough for me to look upto, and remarkably that same characteristic is shared by my Idol. He doesn't look upto any one, he looks upto himself.

So what makes my Idol so unique.

I never wanted to grow up, to be a person who was driven by emotions, and instead wanted to be a person who saw reason in everything, ( well there are always exceptions, and I believe I won't be repeating my mistakes again.)

I had to let go of Gandhi, he was way too non practical. Well I liked his idea of non-violence and self sacrifice, but he used to put a lot of people in harms way to get what he wanted ( not saying he was a selfish being, but still).

Then as a christian I have the Christ himself to idolize, but still, he was way too philosophical and always had a wrong and a right and was never ready to compromize.

Then came the hardcores as I got into music, but again they had no reason or no logic. It was all emotions and feelings and frustrations out in the form of music, so I couldn't idolize them either.

I had an option of idolizing someone real, but again my ego won't allow that, knowing that all of my idols would die one day, or are already dead. So I wanted my idol to be immortal.

I listed down some of the characteristics which my idol should have. ( well its stupid, but I am enlightened.)
1. Immortal
2. Not driven by emotions while making judgement.
3. Practically with a high IQ.
4. Some one who won't do something wrong or non righteous. ( That puts out all the brilliant villains - including Joker, out of the list.)
5. Some one who has no attachments as such, yet would do anything for the ones about whom he cared.
6. Some one with a good taste in music.
7. Some one who loves to know about things, yet makes sure he isn't cramped up with information.
8. And a genius in his own field.

Well knowingly or unknowingly I have idolized this man who satisfies all of the above characteristics, and have somehow scripted my own likes and dislikes based on them, So yes I have an Idol, whom I look upto and who inspires me to be me, yet isn't real enough to make people say "Oh look there goes another one of his kind, he was great, but these posers just ruin his credibility.".

I look upto my self.

Monday, May 6, 2013

One Song Poem : Voice of the Unheard

The touch of cool breeze, unwavered by thought,
She sat, her hair wavering like silken thread,
The Sun was her companion, as it smiled and shined,
Silence was her friend, as she sat, lost in thoughts.

A butterfly fluttered around her, wings flapping,
A gust of wind, she felt, raising her hopes of a new tomorrow,
The ruslting of the leaves, the stutter of the nature,
The thoughts were only what made her, the tresses of her past.

Niether did the gods could help her, as silence crept in,
Long lost were the days of pompous celebration,
As she sat, by her dark corner, walls casting their shadows,
The glimmer of sun, lost in the silence of her day.

A twig broke, cracking through her being,
A tear sparkled as she stood, walked away from herself,
The portrait of a bright future, dallying by her fingers,
Will this ever end, Will I ever speak.

A firefly twinkeled, as the night broke out,
The shadows of the walls, long lost to the night,
She walks, away from everything she knew,
Every thing that defined the being she was.

A hug, the tears find their way,
Paving a path of sorrow, she tramples,
The dying flowers, reflect her hopes of tommorrow,
Nothing but rain, as the clouds curl up.

The silver lost to the lust, she held it at her heart,
The rain would lash out its fury, as clouds darkened.
The silver lost to the clouds, as the moon hid in the night,
And it rained, her tresses wetted by tears of god.

Will she ever speek?

Friday, April 19, 2013

Voyage to the Moon

"Is this seat taken?", a voice shook me from my day mare,
"No, not at all sire", I replied, a companion, most in want was I.
"Does this carriage take you to the moon, m'lad?", a chuckle with a grunt,
And all I could save was a puzzled stare.

"Well, I quite not understand", I replied, sheepishly rather,
"If this doesn't take you to the moon, I say,
we kill the driver loot his gold.", he grinned away.

He was scary, I must admit, and he did scare me, I must confess,
But that was not the only scary thing in store for me that day,
"For it will be a waste of gold, and silver to rott, I say,
If I were to miss the moon.", A loud insane chuckle followed.

"My king, you see m'lad, wanted to conquer the moon",
"And oh, a mighty king he be", the huge head bowed,
A touch of respect I saw, and a tear of lose and pain.

"So men gathered, ironsmiths to pound their way,
"Saw to fit a carpenter, to make a flying sail",
"And she did fly, a beauty at that", a sniff, as he wipped his tear,
"Moonfeather, and I her captain rose in the airy waves."

"We will fly to the end of the earth, and bury our flags there",
"To the moon my king did point, bright eyed as ever"
"And I will name it Armatha, after my daughter who is in grave".

"The Sun was harsh, and winds our foes", a pause to clear his throat,
"And clouds sang us a deathly prayer",
"But still we did sail, two and my moonfeather",
"To conquer the moon, to name it after king's daughter in grave."

"Its an interesting story, but is it true", I had to ask,
"You little punny boy, listen, and then you say."

"Days we sailed, and we saw marvells infront of our eyes",
"From the Dancing sands, to the up-flowing stream,
"And the place where rains were made"
Then silence, frozen he sat, with his gaze fixed upon me.

"Sire, you are starting to scare me", I retorted to his stare,
"Sorry m'lad", his gaze he shifted, to a far off place,
"In the memory of those beauty I was lost", he said.

"An year we flew over the land, and another over the sea",
"Our mast were full, and storms passed us by",
"And then hunger struck us, and then grief",
"And slowly gloom did engulf my moonfeather, until we saw the sight".

Here he paused, annoyingly, waiting for my permision,
Well, the story did intrigue me, I must say,
So I noded like a three year old waiting for a candy on a stick.

"Oh, you do seem interested to know what we saw", he grinned
"And so as I was saying", he cleared his throat, and raised his chin,
"The earth did really fall away", I was annoyed, irritated may be
"And we saw the moon raise from its place."

"Our ships we did land, and our flags we did plant",
"And Amartha was born once again",
"And the king was happy, as he smilled his way",

"Oh thats it!" I exclaimed, bored by the way he had ended the tale,
"I had hoped to be entertained", I did say.
"Wait till I reach the end of the tale", a glimmer caught my eye,
"Was it not the end, happily everafter", I mimicked, starring at the guy.

Some say witches are real, others say magic is a tale,
And slowly stories shaped, fairies danced, and lost I was in his tune
"Insanity m'lad, is just the brighter side of the moon"