MORDOR

This poem is for that special someone who took my heart away, and couldn't keep it, but gave it back... will it still beat as before?
This is the finale ... the inevitable sequel to Ardor, most probably the last of my poetic pursuits (lol ...yea rite!!). So once again, here's to that someone...

To face the world in shadow
To be blinded by darkness
To exist in obscurity
To forfeit hope

To drown in tears
To give in to grief
To dwindle joyousness
To cry to sleep

To lie down miserably
To wake up wretchedly
To snicker sprightly
To pride on idiocy

To thrive in ridicule
To flourish in fallacy
To renounce vehemently
To demean sentiments

To accept defeat
To despise oneself
To flicker in doubt
To appraise apathy

Love sojourn once
Remains unbearably mystifying
To come and go, oh so simply?
Never… it shall endure eternally

Sci-fi propels writer into a new world

For all those, who havn't seen the papers lately... Priya, the young author of the year... though she doesnt like to write?... well in any case... she defintly deserves praise... so a toast to Priya for breaking free and doing what she feels... and doing it good! ..cheers!!
(now should follow a clang of champagne glasses...)

this is here is the article on her from Deccan Chronicle dated october 27, 2006::

That is not what I want to be,” says Priya the young writer and a class 12 student of Chinmaya Vidyalaya. Her prodigious feat saw her emerge as one of the 16 finalists selected from 1,20,000 students from over 4,000 schools across 15 cities in the contest, organised by ITC Ltd. titled ‘Classmate Young Author Contest.’

One would have thought that winning a story writing contest and the story finding its way into a book edited by none other than Ruskin Bond would have been reason enough for C. Priya to think of literary pursuits. But strangely enough, that is not what she dreamed of. “I am not a literary person, my inclination is towards singing and playing basketball,” says confident Priya. Apart from that, she also loves music and is very keen on western classics. “I like listening to John Denver and Carol King,” confides the teenager. Or perhaps, like all teenagers she wrestles with the dilemma that plagued Hamlet — to be or not to be.

The contestants were asked to choose from four topics — Chain Reaction, incognito, Clueless and Dream Factory. Priya being a science fiction aficionado, chose the first topic. The story that she penned can be likened to what transpired in the Stephen Spielberg classic ET or nearer home Koi Mil Gaya, but the similarity ends there. In Priya’s story, the protagonist is the alien and it revolves around his experience with a little boy. Like Priya, all the 16 finalists have their stories published in a book ironically titled, Stairway to Nowhere and edited by the much loved and admired writer of children’s stories, Ruskin Bond.

Humane Hearts

This poem was inspired by one of the most bizzare experiences I have come across with recently. It really is wonderful to search for the hearts in people and all the more exciting to actually find them.

The spirit of humanity glides along amity,
Even when thrust to face a nobody.

An odious detestation brews frustration.
Inherency to dislike isn’t obvious.

But when log upon log crash down the stream,
One finds themselves incensed yet once more.

Deplorable acts frisk further contempt,
Further contempt frisk unsullied animosity,

Acceptance of a mistake committed
However, is far more a difficult task,
And even more, an apology to ask,

Whilst doubt remains, the heart repents,
Whilst doubt still remains, the soul cries.

To the one, whose clemency quite profound
Forgives much too easily, too casually,
Who sheds ego as simply as another’s treasure
To have any reason to flaunt his cowardice?

Or is in rather an inscrutable deeper thought -
Is he showing pusillanimity?
Or is it more like magnanimity?

Like all beliefs and trusts indeed
This too – dependent on perception
Yet again, isn’t every person human enough
To pardon a misdeed punished by guilt?

To truly be human, is to be ever on quest
Searching for the heart as heavenly as heaven.

One needn’t look far, for the spirit of humanity
Shall never sway from friendship and amity.

Enchanting Existence

This here is another poem on love, this time some thought went to it... so it does have a bit of meaning if you try to understand it. The feel of poetry is always more important than the meaning behind it.

Love, classic conflict
Twixt sentiments distinct

Amusing, when one tries to deny
True affection being puerile,
By reasons of peculiar skepticism,
More than elusive mysticism,

Yet, one doesn’t know the inner feeling
Which hides far beneath every feeling

Love, pure and immaculate
Thought of as an euphoric enigma,

One doesn’t describe it,
Rather shouldn’t describe it,
For essence is lost
If one is able to decipher it

Uncertainty romances romance
Certainty revolts romance

Now and then,
Bitter as Californian cranberries
Then and now,
Sweet as Swiss strawberries

Making men lose rationality,
Rejoice in reflective spoonerisms
Succumb to sober solicitations
Crack concomitant contradictions
Tussle with tempestuous trauma
Awaken quiescent quintessence
Dissolve deific virginity
Confide confidential ineptitude

To love to be in love,
An enchanting existence indeed

Life, as a Musical

Life is becoming dull, mind-numbing, monotonous, humdrum, and whatever dreary word out there you can exploit. Face it! Our world is going to hell quicker than you can say “Freaky Fruity Champagne”.

It’s raining outside, and you are looking out your window, onto that luscious green lawn of yours. Two flamboyant little robins are perched on the tree, dodging the sparkling, limpid raindrops which make a tune of their own as they strike the ground. You, in that frisky mood, feel like breaking free, you run out there and dance in the rain… you sing, you frolic, you swirl, you whirl, you twirl, till you fall flat on the wet ground. Your mom’s there at the doorway, with that unwavering, sharp piercing eyes staring at your, now limp, wet body as you walk up the stairs. That sure destroyed the moment, didn’t it?!

What would make the world a much better place is if it were like a big, extravagant musical. Think about it, life would be great if it were like a Broadway spectacular. For no apparent or explained reason, ordinary people would burst into song. Everyday people like you and I would croon our inner feelings to the world. No one would even notice our self-indulgence and lack of talent.

It would be a wonderful sight to behold young couples serenading to their quixotic tunes at the parks. A furious brawl could turn into a lively, sprightly bout of voices. A girl sobbing at the porch would soothe her soul as she hums melancholy tones. Children would sing as they cavort to school. The waiters at the restaurants pirouette as they bring the dishes to your table, and you even thank them by singing with your euphonious voice. Why not? Even the flowers shall undulate with the melody.

Surely, that would be an exhilarating life. It would bring back that spirit, that upbeat, that chutzpah that’s been sleeping inside us and would let us break free! So try it out… Life, as a musical. After all, singing is no crime!

This post has been inspired by quite impressive movies like West Side Story, Flashdance, Rent, and more recently High School Musical.