What 'Remains' (?)!!

Long after the lonely orb of white stood guard at the ivy tower...
And the thick blanket of black spread its senescent wings over the horizon;
My restless seeds of vision ceased to flutter and lay still under cover...
Eagerly waiting to resume the play of anxious darts at the crack of the dawn.

Chiming bells of the ironical old clock hit the zenith and nadir too soon...
For that was the time when I heard a generously sonorous 'clunk' jolting me right up;
Glimpses of salty excess took a dive from my temple to an unsung tune...
While what was left of mind tried in vain to grasp the whole set up.

I tip-toed hither and thither in search of the seeming remains...
But the brick, steel and wood, stood life less in their own way;
I wandered the peripherals in search of the melancholic strains...
But it was just the leaf, twig and branch, to the cold breeze which did sway.

I traced back to my plush bunk, ready to be engulfed in its arms...
It is then that a small piece of art caught my glance;
It was of exquisite flocculence when I held it in my palms...
With an unseen bond to my inner self, sent me into a trance.

After what seemed like a marathon run of the minute hand..
That the harsh reality started to sink in;
I turned to my reflection from the near by stand..
To find that it was my 'Heart' that was broken.

Remember Me?

I was there with you when you were a tiny bairn stuck to the maternal bosom...

Unmindful of the vulpine realms beyond your imagination;

I was there, when your velvety toes touched the cold pebbles of reality...

While your quivery confidence was held up by only a little pinky.

It was me who shielded you from impending paternal wrath...

When a dented sedan stood as a testimony to your puerile energy; 

Yes, that was me who helped you to reconcile with your best pal...

When your playful nudge forced him to kiss the jagged earth...

Oh! do you remember me when those senile lips kissed on your dimples...

While you blissfully tugged at the silvery bristles of the ol' man?

Or when quirky look of your austere mentor turned into a helpless smile ...

When the pages of your unruly note were set on a maiden voyage in the rainy ground?

I was there with you all the while...as your shadow...

But as you take on greater heights with your sturdy limbs...

You left me behind in your cradle, toys and those other dusty artifacts;

I see you everyday...wondering if you'll ever notice...

Nay! you seem to see through...as I were a crystal film spread across the perimeter...

Now all that is left behind is agony, ego and deceit...

With 'Mature' feelings of 'Adult'ery straying across your forehead;

Trust, as it stands rusted, deformed beyond repair...

You look desperate for an answer..crying out loud against the winds of fate...

Look into my eyes....see your reflection in there...

Embrace me as I lead you unto the fairy lands of freedom;

Listen to the wise laments of this forsaken and fallen knight...

It's me...your 'Innocence'...and am waiting for you...

The Girl from Ooty!

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A dreamy traveler was I, oblivious of my destination...

Peeping through the ferrous strokes, waiting for that elusive station;

With serpentine tracks slithering into the arcane perimeters of imagination...

My mind accelerated ahead with anxious anticipation.

The shrill voice of the mechanical beast pulled the chain of my thoughts...

As the station drew near, I reveled in the beauty of unsynchronized trots;

While the rising symphony of hawkers held the background for the blurring dots...

My eyes...were fixated upon her image, churning my gut into complex knots.

Seated royally on the entwined maternal throne, her hazel eyes probing deep...

She seemed to question every grown, as to what is theirs to keep;

She embraced everyone who came her way...in infantile innocence...

Love your fellowmen, She always seemed to say....for that is life' quintessence.

She danced and pranced with prodigious joy and gaiety....

As if to show what it means to be sans anxiety;

Did her failing little steps deter her from trying? ...Nay!

Fall, if you did, do not give up so soon...she seemed to say.

She wailed and smiled, frowned and downed....all in a little while...

Hinting that life's...ups and downs are part of the greater mile;

She jumped in joy for the chimes of a gong...from the chapel faraway...

For the only way to be happy...is the Lord in your heart's hallway.

Whistle, hiss and squeak!...the image of her did lessen...

Not a word did she speak!...but i learnt many a lesson;

As the train left the station...i began to miss the beauty...

From the populace of entire nation...will never forget...the 'girl from ooty'.

Tunes from a Broken Flute!

I was a mere twig hung far above the solid brown,

Lost in my own dreary world of pointless frown;

I swung wildly with the breeze of worldly thoughts…

Binding myself in an inexplicable bundle of complex knots.

On an unforgettable  chilly winter dawn,

Layered by tyrant ice from base to awn;

I was soothed into reality with a warm stroke of ray…

Clearing my ice and eyes, I saw a bright hand lifting all grey.

Snap!…I fell in His lap with a crackle…

It was a gush of joy which I could not tackle;

He called himself my Master…

Tucking me tightly into His zoster.

With tender hands did He carve me…

While I lay all the while oblivious and dreamy;

All was done and He looked at me with a contented face…

Drawing me near to breathe fresh life…my heart began to race.

Out came lilting tunes, flowing from nowhere…

Filing the hearts all around with a distinct flair;

It was a soulful feeling while the tune was in play…

Soon it ended and I was put on display.

Hung on the wall of hope, i awaited my chance…

Until I fell into a alluring worldly trance;

All that is left in my mind was the fall from the upper echelon…

When I opened my eyes, I was broken and it is gone.

Here I am… Oh! Master, waiting to be picked up…

To be mended, forgiving my slip-up;

Chasing the wordily mirages, I did lose my route…

Listen to me my Lord!…though they are tunes from a broken flute!

Why i smile...

When the pearly full moon shines on the backdrop of twilight skies,

I see your beautiful face and realize that you are my unique prize;

Fluttering your eyes like the wings of butterfly, why i smile you ask,

An answer for which Oh! dear, i can never unmask.

When the ways of fate leave you stranded on roads,

And i realize an opportunity for me to share your loads;

With a twinkle in the eye, why i smile you ask,

An answer for which Oh! dear, i can never unmask.

When the winds of opportunity blow close on me from above,

And just when i think i can hold on to you, my love;

Gliding away like the weightless feather, why i smile you ask,

An answer for which Oh! dear, i can never unmask.

When the clouds of joyful monsoon bring us together,

And all that exists melts and there is none to bother;

lying in my arms and dancing in my heart, why i smile you ask,

An answer for which Oh! dear, i can never unmask.

i smile...with you...all the while... :)

Masterpiece....

Life, a symbol of God's love for the dear earth,

After all there are many forms and with no dearth;

But then he began to wonder if that's all he can do,

He wanted something more, a master piece so true.

And then he began to chisel her,

An angel on earth sans ring, wing and feather;

Time flew like the bird out of the golden cage,

How far it had been, no one could gauge.

It was ready and when he finally saw,

He could'nt help but to gaze at it in wonder and awe;

"She" was so beautiful and so benign,

That even the stars, upon seeing her, ceased to shine.

She had a smile that could melt the mountains faster than the sun,

And a walk that could make the swans go for a run;

Her eyes were so bright and full of love,

That one cannot help but take a bow.

She was a gift to the mankind

A one of her own kind;

And here i am, one out of many a feather...

Running the race and crossing the hurdles to get to her.

Am tired, bruised and fallen oh! dear....

It is you for whom i pine forever...

Let me be the fresh air that caress your cheeks

And let me be petal that cushions your feet

Let not the mundane barriers of world tear you away from me...

Let me, my love, always be in union with thee....

Musings of a Metro Bird...

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I am unlike my siblings lost in lush green jungle...
I am, but an insignificant part of the cemented bungle;
I would like to call myself a metro bird...
For the lack of celebrity identity and a better word.

Day after day i lay perched upon my metallic nest...
Watching the world and musing with untiring zest;
It shouldn't surprise you when i talk the metro lingo...
Trying to narrate my thoughts to you in all the gung-ho.

It is the same sight for me almost everyday...
From sun rising behind me, to the wails of the tiny tots two blocks away.
Rumbling engines and jostling pedestrians on rambling roads...
Impatiently ignoring the reds and greens, a chaos that forebodes.

As i glide low and sit on the rusted postbox...
I eavesdrop on my daily dose of intellectually debilitating talks;
While the kindergartens mull on the munchies packed for the break..
Their doting moms discuss last night soaps as if they had a monetary stake.

My next stop would be on the blinking traffic lights...
Pruning my auditory feathers, i get ready for another round of insights;
This time it is the hormonal teens giggling and glancing at their counterparts..
While the so called grown ups swearing on fellow men in fits and starts.

I fly back quickly to my nest and so do the time...
As i take a peak of grumbling housewives doing their chores unexpecting a dime;
On the back drop of hissing cookers and humming washers, i lull myself into a drowsy siesta...
Only to be awakened by the screaming kids, i enjoy the drowning red orb vista.

Suits hung around shoulders and ties loosened to chest arrive the men..
After a day of hard toil, they enter their seemingly safe den.
It seems like an hour or two, before they re-emerge in sparkling outfits...
Hand in hand with their spouses...blissful...i say to self "what a nitwits!"

It would be time to rest my wings..sometimes under the moon and sometimes not...
Pondering over the  pointless lives of everyone tied into a knot;
Some profound thoughts occur to even my "bird brain"...
How these are missed by the "intelligent" species..this i cannot explain.

There is no change in their lives i think...
Except for the thickening bellies and thinning calendars;
There is no change in their lives i think...
Except for thickening egos and thinning hearts.

Tired in the race of Life,they give up too early...
When the sunny days of their life suddenly turn surly;
What is the panacea for this i ask?
What is the truth that they need to unmask?

It lies clearly in front of their eyes...
To be, with their fellowmen, compassionate and nice;
There is no room for hatred and vice...
to love one and all would just suffice.

this is the message from the metro bird...
this is the truth that needs to  be anchored;
If you liked this lone bird's good word...
spread it to stabilize the humanity that's wavered.

                                                        Image Courtesy:Self

My Best Friend...

The letters on my keyboard slowly melted away..
And the vapors of my coffee long stopped to sway;
As i raced back on an unusual sojourn…
Excavating the depths of mind hitherto unknown.

The thought was about my best friend...
Whose love for me is as far as your mind can extend;
As i started to re-discover my forgotten treasure..
My soul sank into the ocean of happiness beyond any measure.

I, for sure, know that it had began much before...
But the limitations of my cerebrum were too hard to ignore;
Nevertheless, i stood on the shores of my infancy...
Trying to collect the pearls,those..for a life i would fancy.

A toddler, was i, when my darting eyes locked on to his form...
An unforgettable picture that acted on me like a soothing balm;
The wailing for my mother quickly solidified into an innocent smile...
As he became the center of my world in a very short while.

As i crawled into the walking stages of my childhood...
He started to be my mate, leading me on to the path so noble and good;
He would patiently lend his big ears to all the happenings at my school...
Never once showing disinterest or loosing his cool.

As my playful childhood grew into a confusing adolescence...
He was the main reason as to why there prevailed in me some sense;
As i grappled with reactions both inside and outside...
He was always the one who was standing firmly by my side.

But the arrogant adulthood raised its hood soon...
Tricked into its lap, i danced to its unwanted tune;
Just when the thread was to snap in the turbulent winds of fate..
He grounded my flying ego before its too late.

Weakened by ignorance, i fall on my knees...
Praying to him to give me a new lease;
He pulls me by my shoulder,wiping my tears
Gives a smile so familiar, bridging all these years.

A blurry keyboard jolts me to reality..
As i agnise that its raining from my eyes;
I thank him profusely from depths of my heart
For being with me from the start..no matter WHAT.

(dedicated to my Lord and best friend....Ganesha)

The Race from the Space....

When the masculine thunder entwined the tender clouds in a lace,
Silent yet spirited, there began a race;
It was a race far beyond our space,
A race to offer comfort and solace.

It began with a silent gunshot...
With each of them breaking into a steady trot;
Heaving and sighing all the way...
Eager to reach first at the end of the day.

With hope in their eyes and fear left in skies...
They surrendered to the gravity of love...
Rushing and gushing forwards as the spirits rise..
Lolling and falling from the feet of czar far above.

There i was standing oblivious to the wonder that is about to unfold
Caught in my own world of thoughts running in directions manifold...
And then it woke me from my ethereal slumber...
As i watch its siblings fall to the earth and turn umber;

As the muddy redolence pervades the air...
And as the tippy petals stumble under the weight..
I realised that this is the Rainy season's flair;
And it dawned upon me that its time to celebrate.

(Hurray for the rain! Source: Mohit.ed at Flickr)

In search of Beauty...

Is it the first drop of stealthy rain that catches you unaware?
Or is it the sight of a frothing blue ocean that pulls you out of despair?
Is it the bosom of bubbly young maid that you cannot help but stare?
Or is it the last leaf of a withering branch that flutters in the rough desert air?


What is the meaning of true beauty i ask?
In the glory of which i pine to bask;
What lay ahead of me is not an easy task..
But here i am trying my best to reveal what's behind the mask.


So in search of true beauty i began my trot..
Knowing not what's written in the plot;
I picked a seemingly random spot...
And with gung-ho launched my unplanned onslaught.


Hours rolled into days and i lost track of time and space...
On and on i moved in ways, with question that left me in a daze;
I asked all the wise devoid of any color, sect or race...
Wandered all over the world without leaving a place.

(to be continued...)