Paradise lost, Paradise gained

gurgle of the seas drew a little child into the expanse
that he faltered hither and thither was mystifying
nevertheless, he found the key to the gates of freedom
and all that gloom crumbled down and vanished

toying with his pup, he led himself through the gates
ornamented with rose petals and guarded by the godly angels
he snapped and they started crooning
but the notes picked their way out into the sea

the gigantic nimbuses above started to rain
earthworms rejoicing and turtles nodding to its glory
the lone kid felt happy watching his pup burrowing
until tiny bubbles surfaced to his astonishment

the droplets could not puncture the bubbles
which further elevated his curiosity
they seemed to follow a pattern, moving away from shores
Oh! this magical show, Oh! this magical show

unweaving this wizardry he wanted to follow the bubbles
"Dont you want to stay here with people" retorted the angel
the pub meanwhile is busy burrowing the crust
"the gates will forever be bolted, make your choice"

all that music, all that sound came back rushing
the angel said "they had to satisfy all the boughs in the woods"
for they spent relentless nights defying the wild storm
for they pined for the lullaby

driven by this empathy, driven by this truth
the kid chose to retreat back to the land
"the bubbles will come back to you later son"
"and this magical show will again be played"

'Out to sea. Out to sea, and in the weightlessness of the deep where dreams come true, two souls unite to fulfill a single wish. Your gaze and mine, over and over like an echo, repeating silently: "Deeper, and deeper," beyond everything that is flesh and blood. But I always awaken and I always wish for death, my lips forever entangled in your hair'

-- Ramón Sampedro (The Sea Inside - 2004)

Indian duet

Democracy in its true literal sense, comes as a saviour to all our worries. Our post-Independence era was marked with sly political pathos by political babus, who in their own way interpreted this society as being their bait. We have seen them on the rostrum making phony promises and driving people to chant their slogans. Over the years, this line of indifference has become thinner and thinner. Our apathetic minds has evolved into a more lively form. This clearly doesn't nudge away the true leaders who have shaped our economy and brought hope to the people. Their active resistance towards events like communal conflicts, among the many, which have warned to destabilize the country, has shown a way of living to the masses.

On the contrary, we can never overshadow the strife put up by our forefathers in democratizing this nation. Some presume that we were destined to live this way. Some perceive that their valiant act to liberate us from the British was just another gig.

We are lucky enough not to see the harsh realities of totalitarianism. To this day, there are countries like Burma and most of the central African soils where militant outfits recruit male children to carry out their tasks and female children as sex slaves. Their insane involvement in debauchery has led to the spread of HIV in these countires. Than Shwe, dictator of Burma, for instance has "Executed 2,000 soldiers for failing to execute child laborers properly". Such is the chaos in that country, where passing by a generals house would mean to be shot. Subdued life. Suicide bombings, arson and various other acts of terror is just coming up in the name of religion. Every religion which preaches its followers to be united for all cause is now viewed to endorse clash of opinions which is threatening enough to wage war across frontiers. The very nature of sanctity is being dragged down to mud.

We are lucky enough to be insulated from all these vile juggernauts. Reality always goes in parallel with the gaudy cocktail parties at big mansions. True and its true. We are seasoned to think that its the rich who are supposed to bring value to the society. The poor are just admitting their status and are the victims of high-class people's wayward liberal actions. Its the masses who have their hands set right on the trigger, but conservative thinking is hindering them from pulling it.

A whole lot of projections regarding the status of our developing Economy are being made with respect to other developing countries. While the superpowers may term ours as a 'fledgling economy', I see our economy as far more sophisticated than it appears to be. I see our economy as treading in the way of opportunities only if we shun blind faith and welcome liberal thoughts beneficial to man and mankind.

Heartily Greetings

A friend of mine said "Everyday is the last day of the year". I couldn't take this off my mind. Partly because of its aphoristic nature and partly because of my beliefs.

Welcome 2007..

A very Happy New Year to Daffodils, Joy, Responsibility, God, Atheists, Orphaned kids and my Dear friends

I could say that my views of this world has become more channeled. Questions like 'Who is gonna bear the brunt for these consequences', 'What goes with this', 'Will you step back' are making its way to be more vivid in my mind. Music was what I enjoyed the most. The more I listen to the tracks, the more am I drawn towards its inner circle of joy it renders.

I was nothing but juggling with the coloured balls I picked out of the box called 'Life'. Those balls had to eventually go back to the box and I had to pick a new random set for this year. Enthralling but tricky..

Some of my thoughts which found its way to the paper..

The knot could not be untied, the story could not be told
The colours of sorrow swept across unseen
But I still remember this joy that day
when the clouds shooed the doubts away
and the rain swallowed empty and incomplete verses
Santa was happy as ever
Books were as holy as God
and God as the Godfather

But the candles recited the last symphony
with verses that were complete but hollow

Questions to answers, answers to reasoning
Dancing like a damsel seducing
Oh I feel I lost my place
Never have I seen this long chase

Mint, as in I smell
Merry Merry, Love where I dwell
Toxic, but not piercing
Happening, but never concluding

Never to forget, never to die
this unending love through fall, through spring
Hanging gardens of faith never lie
I felt it, numb as smiling

The knot was untied and the story was narrated
And the candles waved goodbye