Into the Abyss

(Picture Courtesy: Someone worlds apart)


Days and days spent in pain,
Insidious thoughts in hideuos rain...
Hollow shadows and a wily mire,
Engulfed in waves of deviant desire...

The desire - to be one,
Out of this dream once spun...
The dream of the yearned repose,
Into thy arms; our hearts so close...


This path - it leads to thee,
To my eternal love; this looming sea...
I walk thus captivated and weak,
Dazed in mind - no words to speak...
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Slowly and slowly we meet and blend...
As I get lost; into this abyss I descend....


Babble
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Its been a month since my last post. Where was I? Pursuing dreams, chasing wild geese... and sleeping. After all its an ephemeral world we live in.
Had a stimulating tete-a-tete with a dear friend. The result is present above... thought by thought... word by word.

Hands of God

(Picture Courtesy: Another soul in quest of purity)

In dreams I saw,
These hands which turn...
The wheel and urn...
Of bliss and awe.


This urn sans flaw,
Where fate doth churn,
In colors auburn-
Which marvels draw...


Lest I forget-
In an act of gaud..
The provenance and cod-
Which thy will beset...

Aye! its the clay, the pod...
Thy means- and hands of God...


Babble:
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I've been having bouts of self consciousness about my babble. Consider yourself warned. Select the following space to actually see what you've been warned against.

Generally I'm too conceited to even care about explaining the lines... :-| but I'd really like to draw attention (in case you haven't noticed yet) to the churn, auburn rhyme...
Auburn is light brown a la clay or at least as an approximation to it... Finding a rhyme that suits the theme in its entirety can often be a daunting task... but if found... it can be a source of great exhilaration.... la la la la ... ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫

Someday... (yes someday) I'll decide to drift away from the Petrarchan meter... but not just yet! *sigh*


Uh... and the pic is copyrighted to one of my friends...so no right clicks please.

El Conquistador

On the shores of a kingdom new,
With a heart full of desire,
And the might of a razing fire...
He stood in a world no one knew...

The land- it held a different hue,
For it bore the sought sapphire...
And dreams elusive- extraordinaire,
That none hath but a people few...

Its a land thats his to take...
With riches galore,
And a lost lore...
Its a nation thats his to make...

So in this kingdom, untouched before-
Stood The Conquistador; alone onshore...


Emmm...Conquistador? What?!

Fallen Angel

(Picture Courtesy: A dear friend who is
blossoming into a fine photographer)


In a morning filled with autumn air,
When a veil of grey across the sky,
Makes one wonder- of times gone by...
Light dawned- and world seemed fair...

September rush, with flair of care,
Hath serenity like a storm's eye...
With feelings swell, hopes all high...
Radiance withal- a moment to spare...

(But-)An angel lay fallen in dirt,
Oblivious it was to pain and strife...
Spirits numb- in wilderness of life...

It had to be a jest too curt;
The work of Atropos in times rife...
To shear fate...and a melodious fife...
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Epilogue
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Actions have consequences and consequences
have bearings. Every storm has an eye and
regardless of turmoil, there is always a
recess. An angel can fall but never die-
just as a devil can walk but never live.
A melodious tune can enthrall and give rise
to a crescendo before fading into oblivion
for eternity.

Events might not be what they seem to be.
...And words might hold meanings that are
far from apparent.

Like all other sonnets this consists of a
"Muse" + "Conclusion" carefully wrapped and
obscured from prying eyes.
(because I'm sadistic ;) )

A note about meter:
If one cares to read "The Flute of Orpheus"
then its easy to see that the meter is the
same as that used in this poem.
So... same class of sonnets.

Musings

(Heres something that was written two years ago and has been gathering dust pinned to a wall of the 7X7 cube I spend most of my day in.)

Good bad syzygy,
Here I am... a fleeting jiffy...

A tiny flame flickering in the gale,
A stranded ship seeking winds on sail...

Of crimson flames and aurae azure,
I seek infinity with eyes demure...

I love to tread this desert gore,
Knowing the horizon holds intricacies galore...

Fine moments are what I cherish most,
Floating in time and forever which coast...

The Flute of Orpheus

You who held the world in sway,
In the arms of thy magical refrain,
Which made pearls in drops of rain...
And wherein the blissful cradle lay...

You whose flute hath an exotic way,
That moved Persephone with its strain...
And revived beloved Eurydice slain...
From the underworld of Hades' play...


Thy spirit, Orpheus - lost it lies...
Taken by Maenads in a time bygone,
Issues of devil, halos who don...

The song of life, now hath cries...
Words are dead and gallows spawn,
Ahoy to this night, without a dawn...


Legend of Orpheus

Petrarch: "I counted the lines and can see the 8+6 formation which makes it a sonnet but why does the meter sound familiar???"

Me: "Thats because the meter is abba-abba cdd-cdd... which makes it a Petrarchan Sonnet!"

Way Back Into Love

Disclaimer:
This is an attempt to create a solo version of "Way Back into Love" from Music and Lyrics. For record, the chorus has been blatantly copied from that song.
The meter of the following song permits it to be sung to the tune of "Way Back into Love"(without any doubt by a voice less shriller than mine).

All this time,
I've been so terribly naive...
Lookin' for someone,
Who'd come and help me save...

I've been seekin' forever,
For aeons atime,
Scourin' for you without a waver.

[chorus]
All I wanna do,
Is find a way back into love...
I cant make it through,
Without a way back into love...

Moments ago,
'twas your face that appeared...
Floating in time,
In a faraway land unseared...

Its the land of the blessed,
Kingdom o' heaven,
For the souls repressed...

[chorus]
All I wanna do,
Is find a way back into love...
I cant make it through,
Without a way back into love...

Wonderful love,
Is like the fragrance of a rose...
Luring us,
To the warmth of its repose...

This love will enchant you,
Like autumn air,
And leaves in morning dew...

[chorus]
All I wanna do,
Is find a way back into love...
I cant make it through,
Without a way back into love...

Mumble In The Dark

(For context see the babble at bottom of the poem...)

A purple haze fills the sky,
Fleeting moments, time is spry...
A nearby shrill, its part of game, (***)
Still I wonder, whence it came...

The flowing breeze hath a tune,
An occult one, notes all strewn...
Scattered they are, in essence one,
Fresh in state, like yarn just spun...

The mysterious night holds a charm,
Of promises obscure but feelings warm...
Obscure because of darkness around,
Warm because of silence profound...

It makes me wonder, this nightly tale,
Of one revelation, left in its trail...
A revelation, that came with a spark,
Its all a game... I mumble in the dark...

(***) The line annotated is a tribute to the owl which chose to screech just as I finished the first two lines...

If you're wondering what the context of the poem is then its nothing in particular.
Just random thoughts that crossed my mind when I was awake one night.

A Night in July

One night, in yet another day,
As I sat still, mulling in dismay...
Of reason devoid and short of hope,
Balancing myself, on a treacherous slope...

The night, of many things it spoke,
Things which, mixed feelings evoke...
For the looming darkness hath fright,
While the soothing moon radiated light...

It was a laugh that broke the trance,
Laughing life, with silence of a glance...
A laugh that held the tinkle of bells,
Like rising waves, when the ocean swells...

The sight itself purged all grief,
Removing shadows, reinforcing belief...
Aye! It was the sight that changed the night,
With darkness gone, the world seemed bright...

All this I remembered with a sigh,
'twas a night of magic, that night in July...

One Day, Everyday.

What a waste of time! Same faces, same people, same thoughts. Hardly anything to distinguish one passing second from another... save the fact that a feeling of these seconds themselves lends expression to a progression of time.

7 a.m.
"Early morning, dreams galore... *sigh* I'm still here... I want more more more!"
Same morning. Like all other mornings. Time to join the world.
Same nagging voice, "Its office time silly, you still need to earn for a living".

7:15 a.m.
Chuck it! Its the same tooth brush. Why doesn't the newspaper have my name on it? *yawn* Because its the same as yesterdays.

9 a.m.
Looked out of the window... Its the same poodle... and the same girl whom I adore so much. Same day as yesterday *stamp*.

10 a.m.
Ah! the office of course. Its not the world! Its the office I need to join!
Same office :-| I wish I had something new today. Something that wasn't the same. But if wishes were horses then beggars like me would ride.

1 p.m.
*sigh* The same tasteless food. But who am I to complain. Nobody is supposed to complain. Only morons complain about same food being served everyday... I don't want to be a moron...

3 p.m.
sleep till you die... but complete your work first... *yawn*coffee*biscuits*diet coke*yawn*... sleep till you die... but complete your work first... (sung to the tune of beetles)

Oh, and before I forget... its the same tune as the day before's.

6 p.m.
Why do we need to discuss the same thing everyday...?

Reason: "We need something to talk."
Me: "But why does it always have to be the same!"

Reason: "Well... because its the most interesting topic."
Me: "I think I get you. I find it interesting too."

Reason: "Bingo!"
Me: "But why does it always have to be the same?!"

8:30 p.m.
Home, sweet home... forget your worries and roam...

Same food - PART II.

Why is something nagging in my head...
*Laptop->Start->vpn->Outlook* ... and why did the nagging go away now?

Strange is this world... and we the men of flesh and blood. Why should we know the answers to everything? It makes sense to keep doing the same things everyday without seeking answers...

10 p.m.
*dreamy eyes* Is that Elvis I see? Nah... Elvis is long dead...... I want those twinkling stars... But I cant have them as long as I'm the same me...
*sigh* Tomorrow will be same as today...

Preamble

Someone pointed out that my Orkut profile was way too big for mortals to hazard even an attempt to read it...

Thereafter it was decided to dump a major part of it in this blog... Here it is verbatim:
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Profile Version 3.0
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One year in world...
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Excerpts from an unresting psyche:

"Dreams, they are so abstract. They grow, shrink, change colors and metamorphose like living organisms. They accompany oneself like daemons from a faraway land... being creatures of magic and mystique...

What if dreams die? What if the sphere of life that was so carefully built and nurtured and caressed suddenly explodes and scatters? Only pieces remain. The psyche adapts fast. It needs to survive. It tries to recreate life from these pieces but the magic is already gone.

And therein lies the dilemma... Can one make sense of the senseless? create a universe out of nothing? or reclaim the soul which once held the hope of life... and which is now lost... forever.

The answer exists and it floats around in sublimity taking the form of thoughts at times... thoughts seeking answers. thoughts in pursuit of thoughts... thoughts giving rise to whirls of thoughts... thoughts from different worlds. eclectic thoughts. thoughts and thoughts....... like daemons from a faraway land...." *sigh*

Some floating thoughts:
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A haze remains of people who left,
Of memories sweet that make bereft ...
Sighs sublime in this aura black,
Beckoning moments, which'll never be back...

(For people who went away...)
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A life mystique, of mayhem and meed,
Split asunder, with treachery and greed ...
Shades infinite, hues that daze,
Of winds that sweep and fires that raze ...

(For all people who make my life wonderful and not so wonderful...)
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Souls entwine, enlace and depart,
And left thou art with a bleeding heart...
Thoughts churn but do not forgo,
The key... dont clutch hands, let people go...

(silence)
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The good ol' college days...
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dreamer... dreaming engineer ...
... reverse engineering life ...

blue.pink.crimson.azure.black.white.yellow.


eccentric but not erratic...
anarchist but not chaotic...
a floating cloud...
a mystique profound...
humour humour and humour...
smiles smiles and smiles...

Profile Version 2.0
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When a dreamy lad of two and twenty lands up in real world:
Here I am ...
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Another Engineer from India, Bangalore … *sarcastically*
Poet suave, though a Dreamer more …
Code and Data are what I feed ...
Like Smiling, Smiling faces I need …
Lies I loathe, Hate gossip and folklore …

You could always find me by my notebook …
(And could even mistake me for a wily crook … )
I assure I’m nothing of the sort …
(Though sometimes I do exhort …)
Do understand, and forget whatever you mistook …

Limericks are what I intend to write …
Quite incomprehensible at first sight …
So that it is not hard to swallow …
aa..bb..a is the meter I follow …
Then sprinkle it with humor, to get it all right …

If you doubt the merit of any line …
(And assume that they aren’t mine …)
Something that you failed to see …
IS I don’t follow Ctrl-C Ctrl-V …
Doubtful still? Then join me for a cup of wine …

Dear Sir/Madam, if that puts you in surprise …
And is blurry to your worldly eyes …
I reckon you had a tough day …
And need some time away …
Go get some rest, and make yourself wise …

But wait, I pray you come back again …
Free you are and your time permits when …
To give poor me some company …
And to read these limericks many …
For they are meant to bring smiles and enliven …
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