The World That Is

2011-03-25T10:08:00.000-07:00

Through the looking glass
And what Alice saw,
Brobdingnanian tomfoolery.

Funny Games

2010-05-30T13:41:00.001-07:00

The altar laid bare,
Front porch waiting unaware
Of lofts and funny games!

Evanescence

2010-05-25T03:04:00.000-07:00

Blazing summer sun

Under the shade of the neem,

Spicy pickle and bun.

Heights unsurmountable

2010-05-23T13:08:00.000-07:00

Leaping in the air
And yearning to stir the sky,
My silly heedless dwarfs.

Run to Win

2010-05-19T11:57:00.001-07:00

Train to The Dreamland.
Everyone jumping in,
While he stands and stares

The Dark Age

2010-05-19T11:54:00.000-07:00

The landscape is red
Macabre, vivid, intense
And the viewers blind.

The Descent

2007-08-04T11:45:00.000-07:00

It has been snowing heavily for the past few days. The blizzard has acquired a venomous form and seems all ready and geared up to wipe all of us out from the face of this earth. Probably we have incurred God's wrath onto ourselves for all the misdeeds done in his backyard all these years. All life forms have taken a vacation, more so the humans. A look at the view outside evokes mixed emotions and bittersweet flavors. Enveloped by whiteness all around, the eyes seemingly begin to savor the serenity, innocence, purity and virginity lingering in the air before being rudely awakened by a tight slap, with winds gushing forth with such ferocity that the soul shudders at its cataclysmic intent. But I must brave the environs today, I must defeat the sentinels of doomsday, for the moment has come - my moment. I am at the verge of greatness. A small step and I enter into the realms of the elite. No, that is too much humility. Let it be said, I am the elite. Only this last journey needs to be made. The journey to the train station. Although it is evident that the nature has summoned its greatest warriors to shoot down my every single step, yet I remain undaunted, for I am a believer. I step out of the porch to walk on my own form of the red carpet.

Ah! The destination seems near. I can see the train from a distance. Now I hear the whistle. The train is going to leave soon and I must be aboard. Looks like I am late. Yet another gimmick of the unknown. What is time other than a piece of clay in his hands? Mould it as you wish and all hell breaks loose. All types of plans go on a roller coaster. I strengthen my resolve and quicken my steps. A barbarous fence has been giving me company for almost two miles now. Beyond it is a mammoth spread of land engulfed in white. Is it heaven or is it hell? Suddenly a voice stops me. "Sir! Please Sir!". Its coming from behind me from the other side of the fence. I stop with a distasteful tinge of impuissance in my mouth. "Sir! My house is near the station. I have to reach there at the earliest and in this blizzard I can't seem to find the gate which leads to the other side of the fence. You see, I am new here and not very acquainted with the place." I am bamboozled. Are my hopes blithering away? Noticing a twitch of indecision in my face he is quick to continue. "Sir! My son is very ill. I do not know what will happen if I don't give this medicine to him in time. My heart is already pounding with fear. Every moment past is weighing me down further. Please I need your help desperately." The unknown has shown his trump card. Will I take the bait? I feel a weakening sensation in my knees. The train whistles again. Incidentally, I have a wire cutter in my bag. Cruel games are being played. But I must emerge triumphant. Two images are blending in my head. The picture of a towering and thunderous statue of mine in the mecca of civilization slowly transforming to an indistinct corpse lying unnoticed on the deserted pavement with rats feasting on it. I must revive the original picture. "Sorry but I got to catch the train and its already very late. And I couldn't have helped you even if I wanted to." The last words elicited with my back already towards him on my way towards the hurrying train.

Time flows like quicksand. Years down the line, greatness has been bestowed upon me. I have already become an enigma. Even my presence seems to be surreal for a lot of people. As they sometimes say - 'I have it all'. Sitting on the zenith of humankind why do I feel desolate? Loneliness has been a constant companion. I guess it is with the people at the top. Is that all? Or am I trying to shove that unnamed feeling into the dark recesses of subconsciousness. You can escape everyone else but you can't escape yourself. A shriek dying down. A last whimper. A subdued cry. "Father!" The crackling sound of spirit being broken. The gaping expression on the visage of a father with words refusing to leave the cavern of a mouth. Jostled, I come back to reality. A cab driver is wiping the sweat from his brows. Suddenly jealously creeps in while I stare at him. It is all wrong. This wasn't supposed to happen. He seems so serene, so content. I notice a half-smile adorning his lips. Probably the thought of a bowl of rice garnished with the vibrant love of his beloved to quell his hunger after a hard days labor keeps his spirits up. I do not remember when I smiled last, maybe eons ago. Why am I unwilling to admit that he seems happier than me? Has this struggle, to reach where I am today, been so futile? How can I feel like this? I cringe with agony. How can a god feel lowlier than a hangman? But the price has been paid. There can be no escape from the truth. The cycle is complete. I started at the middle, reached the top and now am at rock bottom. God for the people; a butcher, a murderer, a killer in the mirror. It is all over. The cloak has been removed. Reality with its stark, barren and crude yet fearful countenance conjures its ugly head upon me. I can see a smirk on every humans face. Somewhere a thunderous statue is heard crashing down. The descent has broken my soul.

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