I'd swim in the magma sea,
walk in the desert of needles,
ride on thunder when lightning surrounds,
powered by hope and a desire to fight...
I'm searching for the supreme,
the all-powerful, all-conquering accentuated entity
the one with the gift to mesmerize every grain of my body
the power of whose punctuated silence's, paramount.
The never ending quest, to the unknown,
A being possessed, to retain thy kingdoms throne,
Battle after battle, blood sweat and tears flown,
All for you, but in the end, I know Ill Stand Alone!
A quintessential juxtapose of death and life,
Ever-long as thou lay your touch on me
Unfading beauty of insurmountable proportions
Id swim in a lucid rhyming river of just your praise
Laying by my side, warmth effervesces from your skin
Sync of your breath and heartbeat,
Eventual effectuates, twinkling eyelids,
Perfect curves defying saneness, precision of your smile!
The never ending quest, to the unknown,
A being possessed, to retain thy kingdoms throne,
Battle after battle, blood sweat and tears flown,
All for you, but in the end, I know Ill Stand Alone!
I could be your, Architect of desires
doctor of feelings
Aristocrat of hope
Engineer building the dream where only we unite!
Sleep now, oh precious,
there are miles to run tomorrow,
concrete hurdles, tall as the sky,
brace and grace, help get by......
The never ending quest, to the unknown,
A being possessed, to retain thy kingdoms throne,
Battle after battle, blood sweat and tears flown,
All for you, but in the end, I know Ill Stand Alone!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Obsessed
This spellbound trip… A jukebox of a rhyming rhythm….
A natural high….so raw… so divine…. so pure…
After effects of a mid-summer beauty’s touch…A Mesmerizing spectrum….
The reason behind this sonnet… Makes me shiver with glee…
The architects of desires imbibed a seed… A desire of an awe striking delight…The wonder of pensive emotes…..Nurtured with a dignified rite….
Once apprised of her powers….freedom beckoned her…..she could hold her own….alone in a dark fortress without a watch tower….
A Taurean beauty in a velvety red gown…
A princess, she stands atop the castle crown…..
Her beauty flows like the river in tempest…..
Over her every mortal is over-zealously obsessed……
Her moments, immersed in me….Stretched across my memory….
She is a myth….an epic…that has to slowly be unraveled….
The whole world at her feet, as she smiles without a care….
Oh! Her stagnant beauty makes me stare….
Grace surrounds her cradle of life….poignantly….as time resigns….
All her locks in place…planting questions in a maze entwined….. ravenous to roam her castles with consent…..Alas! The water bearer resigns to fate...
Taurean beauty in a velvety red gown…
A princess, she stands atop the castle crown…..
Her beauty flows like the river in tempest…..
Over her every mortal is over-zealously obsessed……
The glittering marvel….Her eyes…Her moves…Her Expressions….
From head to toe she’s got that glow her halo the aura the beautiful impression she leaves wherever she goes……
She makes me tranquil…Like an icy river dive from the thatched summer kiln.....
Drowning in the soothing resonance of her voice….Makes me wonder…..Makes me ponder…is she really an angel or a goddess sent….the night with it rained tenderly with a thunder….
Id drift away with you… fly away… by your side….be with you throughout…Just to watch you…to guard you…..
A Taurean beauty in a velvety red gown…
A princess, she stands atop the castle crown…..
Her beauty flows like the river in tempest…..
Over her every mortal is over-zealously obsessed……
{dedicated to ami}
A natural high….so raw… so divine…. so pure…
After effects of a mid-summer beauty’s touch…A Mesmerizing spectrum….
The reason behind this sonnet… Makes me shiver with glee…
The architects of desires imbibed a seed… A desire of an awe striking delight…The wonder of pensive emotes…..Nurtured with a dignified rite….
Once apprised of her powers….freedom beckoned her…..she could hold her own….alone in a dark fortress without a watch tower….
A Taurean beauty in a velvety red gown…
A princess, she stands atop the castle crown…..
Her beauty flows like the river in tempest…..
Over her every mortal is over-zealously obsessed……
Her moments, immersed in me….Stretched across my memory….
She is a myth….an epic…that has to slowly be unraveled….
The whole world at her feet, as she smiles without a care….
Oh! Her stagnant beauty makes me stare….
Grace surrounds her cradle of life….poignantly….as time resigns….
All her locks in place…planting questions in a maze entwined….. ravenous to roam her castles with consent…..Alas! The water bearer resigns to fate...
Taurean beauty in a velvety red gown…
A princess, she stands atop the castle crown…..
Her beauty flows like the river in tempest…..
Over her every mortal is over-zealously obsessed……
The glittering marvel….Her eyes…Her moves…Her Expressions….
From head to toe she’s got that glow her halo the aura the beautiful impression she leaves wherever she goes……
She makes me tranquil…Like an icy river dive from the thatched summer kiln.....
Drowning in the soothing resonance of her voice….Makes me wonder…..Makes me ponder…is she really an angel or a goddess sent….the night with it rained tenderly with a thunder….
Id drift away with you… fly away… by your side….be with you throughout…Just to watch you…to guard you…..
A Taurean beauty in a velvety red gown…
A princess, she stands atop the castle crown…..
Her beauty flows like the river in tempest…..
Over her every mortal is over-zealously obsessed……
{dedicated to ami}
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
A Distant Dream!
“Oh! Kiran! Stop sleeping already and pay attention” said my professor.
That’s odd this seems so god damn real, I thought.
Mom had just served me dinner as I watched the highlights of a victorious Manchester United team beating the crap out of Roma. I then waltzed my way into my bedroom, onto my cozy and warm bed. Tired and sullen, each step of the way I said to myself, “Tonight I will sleep like there is no tomorrow”. Must be the re-runs of Mel Gibson’s Braveheart, that must have had me thinking that way. The sleep inducing hormone melatonin levels in my brain increased and slowly by slowly all the departments of my brain called it a day, they began shutting shop. I must have drifted into my sub-conscious somewhere around midnight.
It all started then…
If u were in a dream that you thought was so real…. And if u never woke up from that dream…. How would you distinguish the real world from the unreal?
After a day’s play of cricket and the customary ‘cutting’ chai, I bid farewell to all my buddies. All cylinders up and running as I started my bike I headed home. I passed by the Dominoes Pizza shop, and was negotiating a turn when all of a sudden the bike stopped with a screeching halt! The chain mechanism was somehow stuck in the drum brake assembly. I was just about to put my bike on the side-stand when all of a sudden…..
I saw a white Maruti Omni turned almost into me, screeched, and swerved to a stop. Then a couple of hands grabbed hold of me and took me in. I was hit on the head with a blunt object; I was unconscious.
Drifting in and out of consciousness I sensed something on me. It was a black, jute sack with a hole at the height of my nostrils. There was this nauseating smell. I was not alone. I could only see the torso portion of the persons sitting in front of me. One of them had a Krieg 557 rifle and was wearing a white kurta. The other one was maybe a woman as I only saw a black burqa. I managed to take sneak peek out of the window and saw sand, everywhere. I must have drifted again….
Sultan Ahmed and Rasika Jamiilia were Mujahideens, working for SIMI. They were out on a recruitment drive on their way to the Ladakh-Leh border.
I then imagined myself on top of a hill, wearing a bandit robe, a bandana on my head, eating carrots with a goat. What is a goat doing here???? I wondered, as I looked into its puny marble eyes. Almost expecting an answer, “Baaaaaaaaaa” went the sheep and ran.
An apple fell from the tree. Nicholas cage came from somewhere asking directions. He is on some treasure hunt. Oh wait I see an oasis. There is a tall building nearby. Hey this is no building this is my college main building. I start running upstairs into my class. I take a seat on the third bench and start feeling sleepy.
A feel of a nudge, reminiscences of a distant friend, sitting close…
“……Romance, a childlike; playful consistency….. “
The nudge gets heavier and heavier…..
“……The scent sets in. She draws closer……”
But now it is no more a nudge, it is more like a knock……
“…….Violent eruptions of a hidden seductive volcano……. “
The knock is hurting now…
“….Rivulets running free…creation of crevices in the sea…..”
Better deal with this, I thought. Than have a permanent scary crevice running on my elbow….
But I really don’t want to let go of this…… The Mujahideens… The Goat… The Tree…..Nicolas cage….
Sounds like someone is screaming…Wake up!!!!!
Grab a brush and brush your teeth….
Why did you leave the keys upon the table..
Why couldn’t you set an alarm…
-HOLD it right there….. Mom is that you??
But right then a sudden break of light, into my dreamy eyes. A hint of a sound byte. Its getting louder now. I can hear it. I try and focus.
“Abe uth yaar… Pandu saamne hai….Abe who idhar dekh raha hai..Oye uth….OYEEEEE!!!”
And then…
Back to where we started….
My professor and his sniffer dog like quality to shock and awe the sleepy students. He is having a go with all guns blazing. After emptying his guns of the bullets I am sure to be assaulted by the bullet-less rifle. If he is in a gay mood he might leave me there. Else he will apply band-aid over my wounds yet still rip me apart!
But how did I get here?? This cant be right….right? is this a dream??? Or am I writing this, a dream? So many questions left un-answered. Maybe i wont find the right notes to hit while deciphering this unique ballad. Maybe my questions will just remain questions.
This is the real Matrix.
This is the real world fact that nothing is real!
Nothing actually exists.
All is just a figment of a distant dream.
A dream within a dream!
Baffling!
I sure am rocked to the core!
That’s odd this seems so god damn real, I thought.
Mom had just served me dinner as I watched the highlights of a victorious Manchester United team beating the crap out of Roma. I then waltzed my way into my bedroom, onto my cozy and warm bed. Tired and sullen, each step of the way I said to myself, “Tonight I will sleep like there is no tomorrow”. Must be the re-runs of Mel Gibson’s Braveheart, that must have had me thinking that way. The sleep inducing hormone melatonin levels in my brain increased and slowly by slowly all the departments of my brain called it a day, they began shutting shop. I must have drifted into my sub-conscious somewhere around midnight.
It all started then…
If u were in a dream that you thought was so real…. And if u never woke up from that dream…. How would you distinguish the real world from the unreal?
After a day’s play of cricket and the customary ‘cutting’ chai, I bid farewell to all my buddies. All cylinders up and running as I started my bike I headed home. I passed by the Dominoes Pizza shop, and was negotiating a turn when all of a sudden the bike stopped with a screeching halt! The chain mechanism was somehow stuck in the drum brake assembly. I was just about to put my bike on the side-stand when all of a sudden…..
I saw a white Maruti Omni turned almost into me, screeched, and swerved to a stop. Then a couple of hands grabbed hold of me and took me in. I was hit on the head with a blunt object; I was unconscious.
Drifting in and out of consciousness I sensed something on me. It was a black, jute sack with a hole at the height of my nostrils. There was this nauseating smell. I was not alone. I could only see the torso portion of the persons sitting in front of me. One of them had a Krieg 557 rifle and was wearing a white kurta. The other one was maybe a woman as I only saw a black burqa. I managed to take sneak peek out of the window and saw sand, everywhere. I must have drifted again….
Sultan Ahmed and Rasika Jamiilia were Mujahideens, working for SIMI. They were out on a recruitment drive on their way to the Ladakh-Leh border.
I then imagined myself on top of a hill, wearing a bandit robe, a bandana on my head, eating carrots with a goat. What is a goat doing here???? I wondered, as I looked into its puny marble eyes. Almost expecting an answer, “Baaaaaaaaaa” went the sheep and ran.
An apple fell from the tree. Nicholas cage came from somewhere asking directions. He is on some treasure hunt. Oh wait I see an oasis. There is a tall building nearby. Hey this is no building this is my college main building. I start running upstairs into my class. I take a seat on the third bench and start feeling sleepy.
A feel of a nudge, reminiscences of a distant friend, sitting close…
“……Romance, a childlike; playful consistency….. “
The nudge gets heavier and heavier…..
“……The scent sets in. She draws closer……”
But now it is no more a nudge, it is more like a knock……
“…….Violent eruptions of a hidden seductive volcano……. “
The knock is hurting now…
“….Rivulets running free…creation of crevices in the sea…..”
Better deal with this, I thought. Than have a permanent scary crevice running on my elbow….
But I really don’t want to let go of this…… The Mujahideens… The Goat… The Tree…..Nicolas cage….
Sounds like someone is screaming…Wake up!!!!!
Grab a brush and brush your teeth….
Why did you leave the keys upon the table..
Why couldn’t you set an alarm…
-HOLD it right there….. Mom is that you??
But right then a sudden break of light, into my dreamy eyes. A hint of a sound byte. Its getting louder now. I can hear it. I try and focus.
“Abe uth yaar… Pandu saamne hai….Abe who idhar dekh raha hai..Oye uth….OYEEEEE!!!”
And then…
Back to where we started….
My professor and his sniffer dog like quality to shock and awe the sleepy students. He is having a go with all guns blazing. After emptying his guns of the bullets I am sure to be assaulted by the bullet-less rifle. If he is in a gay mood he might leave me there. Else he will apply band-aid over my wounds yet still rip me apart!
But how did I get here?? This cant be right….right? is this a dream??? Or am I writing this, a dream? So many questions left un-answered. Maybe i wont find the right notes to hit while deciphering this unique ballad. Maybe my questions will just remain questions.
This is the real Matrix.
This is the real world fact that nothing is real!
Nothing actually exists.
All is just a figment of a distant dream.
A dream within a dream!
Baffling!
I sure am rocked to the core!
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