Baloney of thoughts: Poem

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Memories

Life is an ocean full of twists and turns

An endless journey filled with painful churns

The route is hidden and there is no map

Where we go round and round till the final nap.

Then we realize that there is no finish

but to keep travelling without any blemish

A deeper meaning bids us to be happy

A noble purpose but it is not so easy.

For happiness, we need comfort and love

which we look for in a chosen few

There starts what we call ‘Friendship’

Our ride for the voyage - The Unsinkable Ship

Within this friendship a web is cast

in which is stuck the memories of past,

day and day we ponder over it

falling deeper and faster into the pit.

But life is cruel and so are her devices

Time and space – those ever changing forces

The ship is gone

And the web is broken

Finally we are left with Memories

and that is all that matters

26/12/2006. The day had many specialties. It was one day after Christmas, one of my best friend managed to start his account in the world around 19 years earlier on the same day and someone died on that day. I dont exactly remember who died. He must be a relative of mine. I remember clearly taking my Grandma to see his body. But like so many of our generation, I was too pre-occupied to ask how I was related to the deceased. He had visited our house earlier and even gifted me a T-shirt. I remember him clearly as a giant of a man, cheerful and very friendly too. Hence it felt pretty weird to see his body lying there dead and all life gone. I didn feel any grief or even sadness. After all I hadnt known him enough. That night I started writing 'Genesis'.

In many ways death is the greatest thing about life. It is a surety which breaks through all the confusion that is so typical of Life. In many ways it also the biggest yardstick for living. Nothing helps you to prioritize life more than death. You cannot do it when someone close to you dies. The grief which engulfs our body also poisons our thoughts. But death as an abstract philosophical thought conveys lot of meaning to life.

I wrote 'Transition' on 27/12/2006 and 'Revelation' on 28/1/2007. This completes my 'LIFE' Trilogy. For a very long time, I have been thinking real hard whether to put 'Revelation' on this blog. It seemed only normal to put it and complete the trilogy. But the truth is I dont agree to revelation in many ways. I have had the revelation and life has not shifted any planes in one giant sweep. Now when I think abt it, revelation should have came second in order between Genesis and Transition. It is like the words "If all Genesis should end in a revelation, then all life is but a transition". Thus the words should mean that the real revelation should come after life. Maybe its like what the movies say, just when we are going to die, the whole life will flash in front of us. Maybe thats the time for revelation.

Revelation
(28/01/2007)

Hidden carefully in the rocky hedges
seen seldom but in the mighty cliffs
revealed only with a trembling ecstasy
the purpose of life is nothing but joy.

It’s path is split into mighty roads
Of sand and water, with forks and turns
Be it the mighty ocean or the unrivalled heat,
the treasure is found but in both.

A palace of such glory in the middle of the desert
A desolate road through heat and dust
A looming mirage always surging ahead
Until death a joyful experience indeed.

The golden bubble splashes on your face
It’s cool gaze tampering your pace
An insane doctor with a twisted smile
His weapon of choice is nothing but love

The mighty roads are paths of freedom
of justice and truth, not decisions in random
‘Survive’ the storm and the scorching heat?
The agony of Hades – eternal fate!

Worth is money and love it’s price
The most selfish act which hide no lies
You will walk through the gates of heaven
Rejoice, love in soul for the ultimate one.

P.s. I started writing this post on 3rd May 2009. 1 year, 5 months and 8 days later. I am still confused as to whether I should post it or not...

Friendship

Yes poem again!! Sorry this is my blog :D. Against many advice and criticism, I am still going ahead putting all my erstwhile poems. Yes it is cheesy and an attempt at rhyming is very evident. But then again what do you expect from a 11th standard boy? When I am through with my past collections maybe I will try writing again and hopefully better ones...but knowing me that is a tall order:-)

Friendship
(poem written on 23/7/2004)
Dedicated to the ' Golden Group' of friends

I first saw you on that day
when you and me went to play.
We had a little fight
and I quickly left your sight.

Next day I was full of worry
and you later came to say sorry.
There starts our friendship
something like an unsinkable ship

In our class, you sat by my side.
I talked with you nothing to hide.
We ate our lunch together
and with you I didn't have nay fear.

There weren't any turgid or deep waters.
Life was simple, as if nothing matters.
When you were sad about your dears
my shoulder was full of your tears.

Within our friendship a web was cast
in which was stuck the memories of past,
day and day we pondered over it
falling deeper and faster in the pit.

A rainbow!! we counted its colors.
and a sunny day we went after flowers.
In a playground we were enemies
but outside - eternal friends.

There were times when we had a fight
but a day or two and it was lost.
I went to your house and spent my night
and in your home, I was the host.

When at night, we count the stars
match them up with love from far
play with toys of fun and joy
hear those music so sweet!! Oh Boy!!

In your company I felt no shame
when we made together one single aim
one of these says we may finally part
but friends we will remain in our heart.

A Broken Promise

This was a poem which I wrote not long ago for a friend of mine. I recently happened to know that she is reading this particular blog. The poem is extremely mushy but then again I like it that way.

Also I guess there is no point in putting the poem on this blog without explaining the context in which I wrote it. If I remember correctly, it all started a with a poem. Now this particularly wonderful girl gave me one of her poems to read and read I did. I got her to promise me, to phone that night and explain the poem, which she did not. Now remember this was a time I was still gripping over my ISC creative muse and expecting everyone to write poems with double edged meanings. Now a days I think poems are more like a work of art than an editorial in the newspaper. Just like a painting it is suppose to mean different things for different people. (What I meant is, I don't take critical reviews for my poems....it is just not the reason why I write it). Any ways this is a poem which I gave her back the next day...mushy !!!?

A Broken Promise
(27/2/2007)

An endless wait on a warm cozy bed,
a scary night but my hopes aren't dead
cold few hours from a much waited sunrise
but vexed am I with a petty broken promise.

Far had I traveled for the ultimate truth
deciphering thy mind in each treaded path
the bounty of success - a well deserved prize
for the danger in the road like a dead sick promise.

The glorious evidence was lying in my front
its untampered clues flying in my mind
a logical Sherlock, in search of an answer
but for my guesses, I felt a growing cancer.

This day, when the poems ends its round
an overdone mockery from my part, O friend
there is nothing to forgive, for I am not furious
but a cat I remain, chased by Mr. Curious.

Transition

As I lay down, a spark in my mind
rekindled thoughts, this time i will find
the answer to 'the' question
seldom pondered upon but in wisdom.

If all genesis should end in a revelation,
then all life is but a transition.

Genesis

A sturdy oak tree in the burning forest
all life gone, a mere body in the midst.
When time and space sunk to variables
and I was hoping as ever for miracles.

A withered hand fighting for words
A brainless git lost among nerds
A confused mind searching for a reason
A hopeless soul crying for a revelation.

Tiredness engulf my skinny torso
fear unmasked from my pitiful face
O sympathy - why do you feel so good?
coz I am angry, rage revealing my side.

The pointer goes down to the beginning
its nature revealed only upon ending
This is the end of the beginning
and the genesis of another ending.