winding whirlpools...
Saturday, March 22, 2008
A long boring weekend....
A long boring weekend it was, agonisingly painful. She was mopping around wondering what to do – had life lost its meaning, why did time just stop in her tracks and watch her with pitiful eyes – she pondered between bites of her sandwich. Not wanting to get out of bed, she picked up a book that she'd read a million times over, but read it again nevertheless because the plot was something she wanted her life to mould into.
She read through a couple of pages and then bookmarked it and kept it aside. Not wanting to move out of the comfort of the dim room, she lay in bed curled up with her thoughts. She let her eyes wander around the room that kept her secrets safe for a good 13 years and it was then that she spotted him – her dark and extremely bright constant companion.
She moved towards him in clandestine silence as she did not want him to know she was aware of his presence. He sat there peacefully thinking the torturous moments were finally over, but she apparently had different plans. A wicked glee dressed her face as she thought of her encounters with him. He had been shy and demure, she had to coax him to allow her to delve further; get to know him better. It was all part of the big game plan. She intended to take complete control of him. She sighed to herself, if only there was a decipherable manual, I'd have him eating out of my hands.
He'd been so accommodative at the start, helping her, guiding her, beaming at her, showing her the world. Then one day suddenly, the friendly vibes just stopped. Had she been too hard on him, expecting too much from him? Did she over tax him with late nights in bed? She couldn't keep her hands off him, he gave her so much pleasure – mental and physical stimulation. She felt alive when she had her fingers running on him, when she controlled him, when she had him at her feet; at her beck and call.
She saw a faint smile come over him as he thought about how the danger had passed. She was occupied with something and therefore he was of no interest at least for now. Too bad she muttered to herself, that wont last long. She ambled across the room and picked up a long length of wire and sneaked in behind him as he hummed softly. His eyes were closed, he was sleeping. She looked at him with a satisfied grin and said to herself, "He is exactly where I want him and in the state I want him – vulnerable!"
Before he could react she was on top of him, she removed the barriers that came between him and her. He blinked at her, taken by surprise, she smacked her lips and took out the wire from behind her back. She could feel him crawl under her grip. She'd decided she wouldn't show him any mercy. Singing a soulful goodbye note she poked the wire at his waist, he felt a jolt of electricity pass through him as she attached the wire to his side and hummed those magic words that would transport her into the virtual world of the internet. Her poor laptop knew his fate was sealed for a good 8 hours!
She read through a couple of pages and then bookmarked it and kept it aside. Not wanting to move out of the comfort of the dim room, she lay in bed curled up with her thoughts. She let her eyes wander around the room that kept her secrets safe for a good 13 years and it was then that she spotted him – her dark and extremely bright constant companion.
She moved towards him in clandestine silence as she did not want him to know she was aware of his presence. He sat there peacefully thinking the torturous moments were finally over, but she apparently had different plans. A wicked glee dressed her face as she thought of her encounters with him. He had been shy and demure, she had to coax him to allow her to delve further; get to know him better. It was all part of the big game plan. She intended to take complete control of him. She sighed to herself, if only there was a decipherable manual, I'd have him eating out of my hands.
He'd been so accommodative at the start, helping her, guiding her, beaming at her, showing her the world. Then one day suddenly, the friendly vibes just stopped. Had she been too hard on him, expecting too much from him? Did she over tax him with late nights in bed? She couldn't keep her hands off him, he gave her so much pleasure – mental and physical stimulation. She felt alive when she had her fingers running on him, when she controlled him, when she had him at her feet; at her beck and call.
She saw a faint smile come over him as he thought about how the danger had passed. She was occupied with something and therefore he was of no interest at least for now. Too bad she muttered to herself, that wont last long. She ambled across the room and picked up a long length of wire and sneaked in behind him as he hummed softly. His eyes were closed, he was sleeping. She looked at him with a satisfied grin and said to herself, "He is exactly where I want him and in the state I want him – vulnerable!"
Before he could react she was on top of him, she removed the barriers that came between him and her. He blinked at her, taken by surprise, she smacked her lips and took out the wire from behind her back. She could feel him crawl under her grip. She'd decided she wouldn't show him any mercy. Singing a soulful goodbye note she poked the wire at his waist, he felt a jolt of electricity pass through him as she attached the wire to his side and hummed those magic words that would transport her into the virtual world of the internet. Her poor laptop knew his fate was sealed for a good 8 hours!
For a very special girl...
I will miss the conversations...those friendly kicks...
I will miss the slow grumble...the morning madness...
I will miss the mood swings... the rush for exotic food...
the pampering...the care...the love...
I will miss the tiny clothes...the tiny shoes...the tiny blankets...the tiny sweaters...
I will miss the cuddling...the piggy back rides... the pigtails...the hockey bruises....
I will miss the 1st day at school...the 1st crush...the 1st break up...the 1st kiss...
I will miss the cooking classes...the make up lessons...the white lies...
I will miss the hushed secrets...the farewell tears...the first job...
I will miss the engagement...the courting...the wedding bells...
I hope to meet you in another world...another time...I am so sorry....
Friday, March 07, 2008
freedom's price
song of a desperate quest
Played in the middle of
Sky and city
Her only comfort this night.
A cry of rebellion, the song
Wiped out the sights of her life
Chords swept with over flowing
Colours of grey and rebellion
Battered against a deaf wall,
An indifference that soundproofed
The rest of the world for her.
The last chords of victory bounced off
The walls letting out a silent hum
Into the stillness of the ash night.
His ambitious audacity to
Drive the sun across the sky
Perished in the myth of
A man trying to conquer the sun.
Played in the middle of
Sky and city
Her only comfort this night.
A cry of rebellion, the song
Wiped out the sights of her life
Chords swept with over flowing
Colours of grey and rebellion
Battered against a deaf wall,
An indifference that soundproofed
The rest of the world for her.
The last chords of victory bounced off
The walls letting out a silent hum
Into the stillness of the ash night.
His ambitious audacity to
Drive the sun across the sky
Perished in the myth of
A man trying to conquer the sun.
flame and the wind....
Red hot and
Fiercely independent
He's his own master
Till she comes along.
Her gentle caress and
He dances about
Reaches out to her,
Lest subdued in rejection.
Destruction can become her
His end she can bring,
Yet they flirt hopelessly
The flame and the wind!
Fiercely independent
He's his own master
Till she comes along.
Her gentle caress and
He dances about
Reaches out to her,
Lest subdued in rejection.
Destruction can become her
His end she can bring,
Yet they flirt hopelessly
The flame and the wind!
Monday, March 03, 2008
but a memory...
Abandoned by his caresses,
My world lies stagnant,
A mute spectator to a relentless heart.
Stifled like a gold fish
In a crystal clear bowl,
I yearn to reach out to
The love, the beauty outside,
That has left me orphaned-
Of his name.
The wind is but a memory
Of a million songs.
A reminder of
Flowers being seduced
By the passion of callous winds.
They elope with the fertility,
The fragrance and the youth
Of a flower in full bloom
Into a black hole of no return.
He stole my freedom!
The words remain suspended
In caged still air.
I haven't moved in
The prison of abandoned loss.
Empty songs rattle against the walls
Of an echoing, imprisoned mind.
Motionless, I long to escape from me,
A feather adrift, directionless,
In an equally clueless breeze?
My world lies stagnant,
A mute spectator to a relentless heart.
Stifled like a gold fish
In a crystal clear bowl,
I yearn to reach out to
The love, the beauty outside,
That has left me orphaned-
Of his name.
The wind is but a memory
Of a million songs.
A reminder of
Flowers being seduced
By the passion of callous winds.
They elope with the fertility,
The fragrance and the youth
Of a flower in full bloom
Into a black hole of no return.
He stole my freedom!
The words remain suspended
In caged still air.
I haven't moved in
The prison of abandoned loss.
Empty songs rattle against the walls
Of an echoing, imprisoned mind.
Motionless, I long to escape from me,
A feather adrift, directionless,
In an equally clueless breeze?
Consumation....
Happily unaware
Of a brewing tempest
Deep inside,
Our patrons,
Went about their lives.
As she lead a quiet, resolute
And guarded struggle even as,
Bitter waves of loneliness
Wore into her face.
Covering their tracks
With a strong determination,
She held her own against them
In the muffled cries of her sleep.
In the suddenness of his
Calm and collected world,
The whirling wheels of time
Had stunned him into
Awaiting no one!
It would have been with him
As it has and was with many, only,
He held his fort against it.
The slight devices with which
They cheated themselves into
Happiness! Fake happiness!
Were weights that held fast
Barriers to the fortress
They'd clammed themselves up in.
An unfathomed depth
Sought the arrival of
A fulfilling force.
A chanced meeting!
The weights they'd introduced gave away…
Finally, under the wrath of the
Restricted waves of passion.
They found each other
In the dead of the night…
Circling, hand in hand…
Whispering as they circled
Around the shriveled tree of liberty.
They met across the distances!
No pause, no pity,
No intervals of relenting rest
No measurement of time
As dawn glided into the night.
They'd come together,
To a spurt of white light,
After a long lonely spurring
Over roads untamed and not walked upon.
Looking at one another
They obtained no hearing…
They were to establish an order,
Reinforce natures appointment of things.
They came together
In the hour of the darkness.
A cluster of huddled shadows.
These movements captured
By a flickering candle
Across the length of a
Pure wall in unsullied white.
The silence, the tranquility
The harmony of the moment,
All playing god in this union of souls.
They passed on once more
Into untold happiness
Juggling between the untimed swings.
The shift between all that
Was cold and raging hot
Amongst impoverished fields
That hadn't yielded any fruit
For the past year.
This intensified by the
Blackened remains
Of dreams , of homes
They'd built with someone else.
Sharp reining up across the months…
A patrol watch on all incoming roads
For possible diversions in all forms.
This not only stopped them in running away
But threw them both directly in the path of the other.
Faces hardened in the
Furnaces of distant suffering
Until the touch of pity
Could no longer leave a mark.
Lumbering wheels,
Dropped her insensible
Into his arms.
He turned her beautiful face to him
Away from the crowd, hidden from time.
So his tears and her lips
May come together
Unseen, unknown.
The quiet of their souls
Brought them together…
Long…undisturbed…
Their shaking forms
Had long yielded to the
Calm that must follow all storms.
Turbulently swaying shapes,
Finally at peace with one another,
Huddled content shadows…
He held her to his heart.
He lay there as
Shadows of the leaves outside
Courted his long chiseled face,
As softly as
Her lips had moved in praying for him.
A blank silence prevailed…..
A year of tempest finally consumed!!!
Of a brewing tempest
Deep inside,
Our patrons,
Went about their lives.
As she lead a quiet, resolute
And guarded struggle even as,
Bitter waves of loneliness
Wore into her face.
Covering their tracks
With a strong determination,
She held her own against them
In the muffled cries of her sleep.
In the suddenness of his
Calm and collected world,
The whirling wheels of time
Had stunned him into
Awaiting no one!
It would have been with him
As it has and was with many, only,
He held his fort against it.
The slight devices with which
They cheated themselves into
Happiness! Fake happiness!
Were weights that held fast
Barriers to the fortress
They'd clammed themselves up in.
An unfathomed depth
Sought the arrival of
A fulfilling force.
A chanced meeting!
The weights they'd introduced gave away…
Finally, under the wrath of the
Restricted waves of passion.
They found each other
In the dead of the night…
Circling, hand in hand…
Whispering as they circled
Around the shriveled tree of liberty.
They met across the distances!
No pause, no pity,
No intervals of relenting rest
No measurement of time
As dawn glided into the night.
They'd come together,
To a spurt of white light,
After a long lonely spurring
Over roads untamed and not walked upon.
Looking at one another
They obtained no hearing…
They were to establish an order,
Reinforce natures appointment of things.
They came together
In the hour of the darkness.
A cluster of huddled shadows.
These movements captured
By a flickering candle
Across the length of a
Pure wall in unsullied white.
The silence, the tranquility
The harmony of the moment,
All playing god in this union of souls.
They passed on once more
Into untold happiness
Juggling between the untimed swings.
The shift between all that
Was cold and raging hot
Amongst impoverished fields
That hadn't yielded any fruit
For the past year.
This intensified by the
Blackened remains
Of dreams , of homes
They'd built with someone else.
Sharp reining up across the months…
A patrol watch on all incoming roads
For possible diversions in all forms.
This not only stopped them in running away
But threw them both directly in the path of the other.
Faces hardened in the
Furnaces of distant suffering
Until the touch of pity
Could no longer leave a mark.
Lumbering wheels,
Dropped her insensible
Into his arms.
He turned her beautiful face to him
Away from the crowd, hidden from time.
So his tears and her lips
May come together
Unseen, unknown.
The quiet of their souls
Brought them together…
Long…undisturbed…
Their shaking forms
Had long yielded to the
Calm that must follow all storms.
Turbulently swaying shapes,
Finally at peace with one another,
Huddled content shadows…
He held her to his heart.
He lay there as
Shadows of the leaves outside
Courted his long chiseled face,
As softly as
Her lips had moved in praying for him.
A blank silence prevailed…..
A year of tempest finally consumed!!!
