Short way home

Therez this road in front of me......tall shady trees in front of me.....lined on both sides of the road....like matchsticks...watching me.....by and by........and im marching down this road ...in this morose chilly winter night......half the streetlights wont work......dilli hai yaar....

Its way too cold here...but the leaves on these trees have managed to retain their true color.....green...they are green...green like the moss that grows on rocks along flowing rivers...green like In the folklores symbolizing nature, and its embodied attributes........namely life, fertility, and rebirth....
In some it denotes witchcraft....but that’s a very insignificant issue for us....We, who have grown cultures that have thrived on paleopaganism......where the real religion actually grew in the villages...the rural-dwellers....and just came 2 be reflected in the towns and cities.....like the reel of film.....capturing someone else's works in a frame.....

Aren’t we humans strange.....everything that goes unexplained has got to be worshipped in this darn country....and hey....some centuries back. when science was not a conceivable notion.....everything had 2 be unexplained....Those over-pretentious
self-explanatory power-hungry persons, who didn’t know any shit about the storms....the weather...the moon....but knew they could make anything up...and force d rest 2 gobble it down in one great holy gulp ....surely no 1 would be wise enough (or interested enough) to contradict.....

hence is born a priest...preaching the words of the Big Gods, who whisper secrets in his ear....who have made him their personal choice of a counselor...who share their big plans for the world with him.....the gods need me, he tells the people...they fucking need me....

And so do you...else you’ll all be doomed.....CURSED for LIFE.....
And we all listen...we’ve no other way of denying.....

We have created our own gods... coz we dint have the courage to search the answers ourselves....and when someone came up with something absolutely new.....and way too absurd....we hailed him.....!...

He was our saviour......he was the messengers of our gods.....
No wait.....then he was god himself.....!
Ignorance can be such bliss.....

Well so he was god...and we’re the goats....held up for sacrifice......(the gods need to be pleased....Common!...they need to be entertained just as much as we do).....
And till this day we’ve done exactly what the goats do........
What do goats do.....??....wow.....that’s a tough one......
They eat the grass...they eat anything actually.......tell them the lethargic watchman’s shoes are grass.....they won’t ask questions...they’ll munch on it very much the same way.....

In the same way as us.....tell us that the rock is supernatural......its from d kingdom of d gods...and there’ll be hordes of people queuing up....with children and whatnots’....to witness a spectacle what is not there...and yet it is....... blind faith.....(and blind stupidity it is called)......

Anyways....i am an atheist.....(makes it easier to consume all the religious rubbish and manage to survive in this hallucinating world) ......and this is turning out to be a rather long way to home.......

I need to switch ....... too much of blindness here......what’s with the streetlights... Damn

Twas never all for the birds...

We travel back in time, down memory lane
The glint of hatred, spears of pain
Agony of forced cheer, of tears in rain
The nervous laughs, the waiting in vain.
The unending cures, for the persistent stain
The prolonged stares, then they looked away
Guitar notes strummed, the senses strained
The wandering glances met, then parted ways.......

The fire in the air, easy to feel
Nor love nor hatred, not even real....

Clouds, darker than the darkest dark
I sit dazed out, in the silent park
The windy wind flirting with the trees
Swaying branches & the anxious leaves.......

The night casts its shadow on the ground
The guitar plays on in the background
Would i lose the solace i have found
My thoughts spiraling round and round
Shrieks ,screams , no sound
All in my head, and not around.

A hand reached out , the eyes so kind
The look of gratitude, and peace of mind
The saving sign, the Slipping time
Then its lost
Someone rewind , we left it behind
Someone please REWIND!!

Words without an essence
The happy faces, solemn words
Pretend faces, wasted honest words
Feelings, hollow
Dark thunder clouds with trails
No rain to follow......

But then it rains, and it rains again
My integrity is flowing, down the drain
In the rain, my sorrow burns
My heart cries out, but amazingly my life returns.....

Standing there, I know I saw
The words, faded, and not lost
And in that silence
I know I heard,
Cause it never was all for the birds.....

Wrote this one a long time back.........don't remember why....must have been a heart break...looks like one...doesn't it?? [:)] ......... i think it was while travelling in a public bus...on a tissue paper.....

emotions strike at the weirdest of places......lolz.....

my life...

And life is like that of a golden brown..dry leaf.....rustic and tired of having spent all his life.....of the life he knows......in one place...having been tied to one tree.....the one that gave it the life....the one he has lived.... Now he is free...he knows it.....the roots that tied him to them , have given way to denial....they don't need him anymore...

They don't want him anymore......
Period.

Did they break the ties? Did he?What difference does it make....he is liberated...and free .... and alone....

Its funny ....you'd find yourself looking for familiar faces at your own promotion party....good money...better chances....lesser friends....more enemies....some friends who could even shame your enemies....lesser free time..... whats in a universe that you can rule but can't share....

Well universe or no universe...a life away and at the top is often a lonely one....not necessarily unhappy cause without all the chains pulling you back,you are much more victorious at doing stuff that were inconceivable before......which seemed so incredulous, that they were very often than not laughed off by others.......

Yet Life is hard...especially when you are alone...Fluttering in the breeze.....grasping for breathe in the storm......searching for solace...for a place to calm himself down......i don't think he could ever grasp the gravity of the situation....that silly old leaf...!.....Couldn't he see how cruel the world was ....and that too right in his face....But i guess, he preferred to play blind....and float in the wind.....and flutter in the wind...from pillar to post.....swaying to the music of silence.....In the nothingness of his life, he learnt to seek joy......and in the nullity of an identity ....he found his life......And the few times when he rested on some window sill , where he didn't know, he had captured the imagination of a child....who was already beginning to imagine and fantasize the life of this pale leaf..... and when it flew again....to get stuck in the wipers of a car.....and in which a young girl looked at it....and realised she had lost more than she'd found...... and how badly she wanted to actually feel the life she was living... it must have been strange to not feel connected to your own life....And how she wished she could feel a presence, who would know exactly what she wanted ...what was not there...but had to be .....what was missing in her world.... the one thing that could have completed her...
And as the girl pondered ,in that warm breeze that flows from the west....the leaf danced the dance of life......it danced to show us that there is life beyond the one we see......so it may dance until his time is up .....until he is consumed to dust...to where it all began....