This is a post by Akaash in reply of The Nameless One's post "The Paradox that is Love".
Due to some blogger account difficulties, on his request I publish this post in a form of ebook. I hope you do download and read it. He will be most eagerly waiting for your comments.
Thank you.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Thursday, June 29, 2006
The Eye
Sighs swarm in;
Some muffled, some expressed.
So do unheard silences.
The eye came…
Bathed in blood and fluids.
Two whacks on its butt.
Swathed in ignorance,
A legacy of some unknown beauty.
Oh how he is instructed!
A pencil sketch
Of a battle scene.
Blood white, sweat triangular,
Almost invisible
To the infant eye.
As if war was the only living entity.
Life was a background.
Like some black blob
On a clean paper.
Throwing the paper
Into an abyss of unimportance.
Oh how it is instructed!
A bottomless well
Ornate with algal habitation
And framed pencil sketches.
Green silhouetted over red bricks…
So ostentatiously new
As if it was made
After the eye was born!
And yet, the ambience
Old…
As if the well espoused the eye
In his previous birth.
And the instructions echo…
The eye must learn
To see, retain
And do nothing more.
Other things would pose
A risk.
Of vulnerability,
Of adrenaline,
Of probable randomness,
Of its probable incompetence,
Of other eyes,
Of a random life.
But how could the eye know?
Would a cardinal rule not be broken?
One day, cynicism will die.
It will.
There, throw your passionate glance
On the sky.
You don’t need a listener.
The sky is sufficiently beautiful.
…
When he grew older,
I don’t quite remember when,
He looked at himself
In a pool of water.
Hazel branches leaping into
Perfectly spherical expanses.
Red rivers and grey silt
Strewn around.
Black adornments.
Skin, face, body.
An invisible, beautiful mind
Basking in the glory
Of such alarmingly precious endowments,
As if it had a premonition,
And knew, perfectly, how to react.
…
If u can, and will,
Speak of all that transpired.
Speak of life all this while.
Speak of progress.
He’s grown ears.
Maybe they’ll heed.
Some muffled, some expressed.
So do unheard silences.
The eye came…
Bathed in blood and fluids.
Two whacks on its butt.
Swathed in ignorance,
A legacy of some unknown beauty.
Oh how he is instructed!
A pencil sketch
Of a battle scene.
Blood white, sweat triangular,
Almost invisible
To the infant eye.
As if war was the only living entity.
Life was a background.
Like some black blob
On a clean paper.
Throwing the paper
Into an abyss of unimportance.
Oh how it is instructed!
A bottomless well
Ornate with algal habitation
And framed pencil sketches.
Green silhouetted over red bricks…
So ostentatiously new
As if it was made
After the eye was born!
And yet, the ambience
Old…
As if the well espoused the eye
In his previous birth.
And the instructions echo…
The eye must learn
To see, retain
And do nothing more.
Other things would pose
A risk.
Of vulnerability,
Of adrenaline,
Of probable randomness,
Of its probable incompetence,
Of other eyes,
Of a random life.
But how could the eye know?
Would a cardinal rule not be broken?
One day, cynicism will die.
It will.
There, throw your passionate glance
On the sky.
You don’t need a listener.
The sky is sufficiently beautiful.
…
When he grew older,
I don’t quite remember when,
He looked at himself
In a pool of water.
Hazel branches leaping into
Perfectly spherical expanses.
Red rivers and grey silt
Strewn around.
Black adornments.
Skin, face, body.
An invisible, beautiful mind
Basking in the glory
Of such alarmingly precious endowments,
As if it had a premonition,
And knew, perfectly, how to react.
…
If u can, and will,
Speak of all that transpired.
Speak of life all this while.
Speak of progress.
He’s grown ears.
Maybe they’ll heed.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
I liked this song :
Dil Se Mere, Door Na Jaana
Dil Se Mere, Door Na Jaana
Tum Meri Zindagi
Tum Meri Ho Khushi
Dil Se Mere, Door Na Jaana...
Kyoon Hain, Ye Dooriyan
Jaane Tum Ho Kahan
Kyoon Hain, Ye Dooriyan
Jaane Tum Ho Kahan
Main To Hoon Wahan
Tum Raho Jahan
Tere Sang Main Rahoongi Sadaa
Tere Sang Main Rahoongi Sadaa
Meri Nazar Se Na Palkein Jhukana
Meri Nazar Se Na Palkein Jhukana
Tum Meri Zindagi
Tum Meri Ho Khushi...
Teri Bas Ek Nazar
Kar De Dil Pe Asar
Teri Bas Ek Nazar
Kar De Dil Pe Asar
Main To Hoon Idhar
Kyoon Ho Bekhabar
Tham Lo Tum Mujhe Humsafar
Tham Lo Tum Mujhe Humsafar
Dil Se Mere, Door Na Jaana
Dil Se Mere, Door Na Jaana
Tum Meri Zindagi
Tum Meri Ho Khushi..
Thursday, June 15, 2006
An Observation
the day i spotted her was a late fall afternoon,under the bright orange of the setting sun....its long slant beams filtered through the long sprawling branches of the banyan tree under which stood the shiv mandir decorated heavily with flowers that day..........her tattered clothes and dishevelled appearance looked so mismatched against the backdrop of our posh locality.....i wonder whether i would have noticed her on any other ordinary day.....but today was altogether different, there was a huge commotion surrounding her, while some welldressed ladies from some ritzy appartment screamed and shouted at the top of their voices looking like they are about to burst.....it took me sometime to analyse their gibberish speech and i could make out the problem....it was a shivaratri celebration and the ladies had offered packets of sweets for prasad...and apparently the packets have gone missing.......And now i noticed the frail little creature.....younger than me but hard to assess her age from her undernourished appearance.....her eyes quite bright stood out amongst her features...and yet she looked scared.....clutching her dress against her chest.....trying to escape with her dear life.....
i wondered whether she had actually stolen the sweets.....i also wondered whether she knew that the constitution had provided that kids her age ....my age are entitled to foursquare meals a day.......would it be right to blame her even if she had actually stolen a sweet or two out of sheer hunger..........i still wonder..........
i wondered whether she had actually stolen the sweets.....i also wondered whether she knew that the constitution had provided that kids her age ....my age are entitled to foursquare meals a day.......would it be right to blame her even if she had actually stolen a sweet or two out of sheer hunger..........i still wonder..........
MYSTERIOUS NUMBER
A Truly Remarkable Number
step 1>Enter 999999 in your calculator
step 2>divide it by seven.
The result will be a mysterious number!
step 3> randomly pick a number from 1 to 6 and multiply the result by the mysterious number.
step 4>Arrange the digitsof the product from lowest to highest from left to right to forma six-digit number.
What is the number?
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Music
I
Reverie
Your maddening fragrance…
It is night now,
Warm and windy.
I’m half naked
And exhausted
From all the heat
In the mine.
But I have with me platinum.
It reminds me of you,
(It’s yours, of course.)
Oh, I am coming.
But let me remember you-
Haha. Alright, let me imagine?
You are the ambience
In my beach, deserted.
You are its pulse,
Its constant throb.
In the white powder of light
From the light house,
You lurk, flaunting your
Quasi flawless body
To the rustling of the mangroves
So short and stout, I laugh.
Jobless bitch.
(I’m laughing of course, my love)
And now are you in
The fisherman’s boat,
Rolling lazily about,
Against the rough wood
Your watery being.
I saunter now,
Here and there, round and round.
A dog barks at me at
This hour in the night.
I hum a tune
In madhuvanthi.
I try wearing
Fewer wisps on my hair,
So you’ll make some.
II
Walk
I cross the road.
I’m half-naked, sweaty
And scared. (Stop laughing)
I walk fast.
People sleep here too,
Between me and you, our havens.
On the road.
Their children naked, malnourished,
Sleeping blissfully,
The womenfolk badly clothed,
Inside makeshift tents,
The men, fast asleep,
With palms closed on their chests.
I’m scared.
I hear you…
You’re so permanent.
The same.
You, my love, are
My purpose- constancy.
I walk across the bushes.
I sweat profusely.
I’m scared of snakes.
But I can hear you…
Psychedelic rhythm…
III
Tryst
I’m here, the sands are cold…
Ah…
The wind now…
I rub my spectacles clean.
I look back.
Reddish sky, (it’s about to rain, eh?)
Black silhouettes of coconut trees,
The bushes behind.
The lighthouse.
The boats.
Nothing else.
Eh? Haha.
Everything behind me.
I’m here.
With my reverie
And a gift.
In your haven.
I breathe air so moist,
I’m mad, with my reverie,
And I can see you
Complying gracefully.
I can hear your pulse.
I stay here, still.
I need to hear you
For some more time.
I can see you.
The moon is yellow tonight,
The sky, a milky purple,
With thick, grey clouds.
I kick my slippers off…
IV
Love
Hear me breathe?
Feel my sweat?
Why must you be here?
Why must I be there, parched
All day, in the mine?
Perhaps, (I smile) dearest,
Our lore is what we run our lives on,
A fuel we love,
The only thing we love
More than ourselves.
The process, darling.
Of dreaming, being,
Feeling, thinking,
Drawing, Singing,
Reminiscing, Hankering.
Perhaps this circle
Sublimes into the link
That we seek.
You seamlessly surge and ebb,
On this shore…
And I,Toil in the mine.
We procreate platinum, love,
For ourselves.
We must, for we are.
Here, the gift.
What is it to make love to you?
I can never remember.
You brackish being
Permeate through my skin…
My hair frenzied…
We talk. For hours, endlessly.
V
Sleep
I’m exhausted.
I walk back.
A day’s pain
Enmeshed in pleasure.
I sleep a dreamless sleep.
Reverie
Your maddening fragrance…
It is night now,
Warm and windy.
I’m half naked
And exhausted
From all the heat
In the mine.
But I have with me platinum.
It reminds me of you,
(It’s yours, of course.)
Oh, I am coming.
But let me remember you-
Haha. Alright, let me imagine?
You are the ambience
In my beach, deserted.
You are its pulse,
Its constant throb.
In the white powder of light
From the light house,
You lurk, flaunting your
Quasi flawless body
To the rustling of the mangroves
So short and stout, I laugh.
Jobless bitch.
(I’m laughing of course, my love)
And now are you in
The fisherman’s boat,
Rolling lazily about,
Against the rough wood
Your watery being.
I saunter now,
Here and there, round and round.
A dog barks at me at
This hour in the night.
I hum a tune
In madhuvanthi.
I try wearing
Fewer wisps on my hair,
So you’ll make some.
II
Walk
I cross the road.
I’m half-naked, sweaty
And scared. (Stop laughing)
I walk fast.
People sleep here too,
Between me and you, our havens.
On the road.
Their children naked, malnourished,
Sleeping blissfully,
The womenfolk badly clothed,
Inside makeshift tents,
The men, fast asleep,
With palms closed on their chests.
I’m scared.
I hear you…
You’re so permanent.
The same.
You, my love, are
My purpose- constancy.
I walk across the bushes.
I sweat profusely.
I’m scared of snakes.
But I can hear you…
Psychedelic rhythm…
III
Tryst
I’m here, the sands are cold…
Ah…
The wind now…
I rub my spectacles clean.
I look back.
Reddish sky, (it’s about to rain, eh?)
Black silhouettes of coconut trees,
The bushes behind.
The lighthouse.
The boats.
Nothing else.
Eh? Haha.
Everything behind me.
I’m here.
With my reverie
And a gift.
In your haven.
I breathe air so moist,
I’m mad, with my reverie,
And I can see you
Complying gracefully.
I can hear your pulse.
I stay here, still.
I need to hear you
For some more time.
I can see you.
The moon is yellow tonight,
The sky, a milky purple,
With thick, grey clouds.
I kick my slippers off…
IV
Love
Hear me breathe?
Feel my sweat?
Why must you be here?
Why must I be there, parched
All day, in the mine?
Perhaps, (I smile) dearest,
Our lore is what we run our lives on,
A fuel we love,
The only thing we love
More than ourselves.
The process, darling.
Of dreaming, being,
Feeling, thinking,
Drawing, Singing,
Reminiscing, Hankering.
Perhaps this circle
Sublimes into the link
That we seek.
You seamlessly surge and ebb,
On this shore…
And I,Toil in the mine.
We procreate platinum, love,
For ourselves.
We must, for we are.
Here, the gift.
What is it to make love to you?
I can never remember.
You brackish being
Permeate through my skin…
My hair frenzied…
We talk. For hours, endlessly.
V
Sleep
I’m exhausted.
I walk back.
A day’s pain
Enmeshed in pleasure.
I sleep a dreamless sleep.
Confused? No.
I didn't have wings,
I ne'er could fly,
My life was mine then :
Not a lie.
I was never a free bird,
Already caged -
In your love,
And charm I raged.
My life was divided...
I couldn't breathe.
I didn't have it all,
Even the tear of my greed.
I want to burn you now...
With the loving burning touch,
That you gave me once
And took away again.
My heart is like a glass...
Yes.
Prone to break.
And with its shards I shall tear,
My nerve and your face.
Not the one you carry about -
But the one you left in my mind.
I will die.
Yes.
But that won't be enough.
It is also true.
My heart is not like glass.
That it would shatter,
And give you pin-pricks,
Since all I have is actually with you
Even the blood that the wounds lick.
I thought I found my dream in you...
But you proved me wrong.
Left me in the mud and blackness,
With just a song.
A song that I couldn't utter
That played like a loop...
Drived me so crazy,
That I died even without dying.
I fell in love with you once.
Atleast thats what I thought,
You left me though.
And bred in me hatred and other putrid stuff.
Yeah.
I know what you all will say.
I am a mad crazy guy.
Don't know what love is.
That real love stays always unfulfilled.
Thats what I want you to believe.
My heart is aching within...
No.
I didn't commit any sin.
Just gave you a piece of mine once,
Which you took away
And never returned.
Pierced it with voodoo thorns.
Just for having loved you.
What am I to do?
I know.
What you sow, so shall you reap.
It isn't a reply to any poem
As you might have wrongly guessed.
Its just my POV.
Yes.
Love looks quite sick from this side.
I know this is a stupid poem
And it seldom does rhyme
But this all I wanted to say.
This is what I liked.
Ain't confused anymore.
No more blind.
Reality isn't sweet.
I hate love.
I ne'er could fly,
My life was mine then :
Not a lie.
I was never a free bird,
Already caged -
In your love,
And charm I raged.
My life was divided...
I couldn't breathe.
I didn't have it all,
Even the tear of my greed.
I want to burn you now...
With the loving burning touch,
That you gave me once
And took away again.
My heart is like a glass...
Yes.
Prone to break.
And with its shards I shall tear,
My nerve and your face.
Not the one you carry about -
But the one you left in my mind.
I will die.
Yes.
But that won't be enough.
It is also true.
My heart is not like glass.
That it would shatter,
And give you pin-pricks,
Since all I have is actually with you
Even the blood that the wounds lick.
I thought I found my dream in you...
But you proved me wrong.
Left me in the mud and blackness,
With just a song.
A song that I couldn't utter
That played like a loop...
Drived me so crazy,
That I died even without dying.
I fell in love with you once.
Atleast thats what I thought,
You left me though.
And bred in me hatred and other putrid stuff.
Yeah.
I know what you all will say.
I am a mad crazy guy.
Don't know what love is.
That real love stays always unfulfilled.
Thats what I want you to believe.
My heart is aching within...
No.
I didn't commit any sin.
Just gave you a piece of mine once,
Which you took away
And never returned.
Pierced it with voodoo thorns.
Just for having loved you.
What am I to do?
I know.
What you sow, so shall you reap.
It isn't a reply to any poem
As you might have wrongly guessed.
Its just my POV.
Yes.
Love looks quite sick from this side.
I know this is a stupid poem
And it seldom does rhyme
But this all I wanted to say.
This is what I liked.
Ain't confused anymore.
No more blind.
Reality isn't sweet.
I hate love.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Confusion of a confusing mind!!!
I burned my wings
Like a Phoenix in the flame...
Unable to live
It's very life force no more brings...
If yet I have not all thy love
I shall never have it all...
I can't breathe one other to sigh
Nor can intreat one other tear to fall...
I wanna burn myself
By your loving burning touch
I do want you to know...
I'll alwayz love you...
Heart is like a glass
Prone to break...
If I should break it now
I'd still die...
Images of you in my head!!!
I found the man of my dream in you...
You are one I've searched all my life
And everyday more and more
I'm falling deeply in love with you...
My heart is aching within
Did I commit any sin?
I did no wrong
Other than simply loving you...
No notion how to handle this...
What am I to do?
Like a Phoenix in the flame...
Unable to live
It's very life force no more brings...
If yet I have not all thy love
I shall never have it all...
I can't breathe one other to sigh
Nor can intreat one other tear to fall...
I wanna burn myself
By your loving burning touch
I do want you to know...
I'll alwayz love you...
Heart is like a glass
Prone to break...
If I should break it now
I'd still die...
Images of you in my head!!!
I found the man of my dream in you...
You are one I've searched all my life
And everyday more and more
I'm falling deeply in love with you...
My heart is aching within
Did I commit any sin?
I did no wrong
Other than simply loving you...
No notion how to handle this...
What am I to do?
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
A Reply
Well today as I opened the account I found some comments written for my last topic "About Reservation".I want to make one thing clear to my friends that I'm against any kind of castism...nor I have any kind of enemity with the so called lower castes!If I have any problem that is regarding the way governments are run in our country(the so called "largest democracy").as I wrote in the previous post that in a democracy the government is "by the people,of the peoplle and for the people".So it's the duty of the Govt to value our thoughts and feelings.
A recent incident happened which made me disturbed again.......the recent controversies of banning films!!It would be an understatement to say the all the movie-bluffs were eagerly waiting for the release of the films-"Fanaa" and "Da Vinci Code".But suddenly our so called secular UPA Govt started raising issues about the release of "Da Vinci Code" because some christian minority groups had started protests against it.My question is that the book had been released about 2years ago...then there was no protests by those groups...when the movie was about to be released all of a sudden they started their outcry.It makes me wonder was it really for Jesus or for their own publicity?
Though "Fanaa" had no religious contents in it......still it managed a banning because the lead actor chose to spoke about rehabilitation which became a political issue.Naye it was a conscious effort to accuse the people of Gujarat!!!!!That was what it was made to be!!!So this film was banned under the support of the BJP Govt in Gujarat.......I mean how dare one speak about a political issue!!!!Its only the corrupt politicians who can dare to tread in the arena of politics....the rest of us are mere fools!!!!!!
As if we common people don't live nor own this country.......we make a Nation.....but we can't speak no evil against the political parties!Political parties through out the world look down upon "Talibanism".......but this is nothing less than that!!!!!This is the same as Fascism,Talibanism,where people lose their rights!!!!!
I'm no learned on all these topics but yes they make me troubled!As a young voter of the Nation it makes me wonder about the real state of our nation.I mean we are the future of the Nation ...if we don't pay any heed to all these things happening throughout the country ........then its better we stop calling ourselves an Indian.
A recent incident happened which made me disturbed again.......the recent controversies of banning films!!It would be an understatement to say the all the movie-bluffs were eagerly waiting for the release of the films-"Fanaa" and "Da Vinci Code".But suddenly our so called secular UPA Govt started raising issues about the release of "Da Vinci Code" because some christian minority groups had started protests against it.My question is that the book had been released about 2years ago...then there was no protests by those groups...when the movie was about to be released all of a sudden they started their outcry.It makes me wonder was it really for Jesus or for their own publicity?
Though "Fanaa" had no religious contents in it......still it managed a banning because the lead actor chose to spoke about rehabilitation which became a political issue.Naye it was a conscious effort to accuse the people of Gujarat!!!!!That was what it was made to be!!!So this film was banned under the support of the BJP Govt in Gujarat.......I mean how dare one speak about a political issue!!!!Its only the corrupt politicians who can dare to tread in the arena of politics....the rest of us are mere fools!!!!!!
As if we common people don't live nor own this country.......we make a Nation.....but we can't speak no evil against the political parties!Political parties through out the world look down upon "Talibanism".......but this is nothing less than that!!!!!This is the same as Fascism,Talibanism,where people lose their rights!!!!!
I'm no learned on all these topics but yes they make me troubled!As a young voter of the Nation it makes me wonder about the real state of our nation.I mean we are the future of the Nation ...if we don't pay any heed to all these things happening throughout the country ........then its better we stop calling ourselves an Indian.
With the hopes of seeing our Nation as the"Sare Jahan se accha"......................................................
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
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