What.If.

(Photo Courtesy: Raja Ravi Varma - Lady Holding A Fruit)


Her smile-
Holds the calm of still water
♬ And if only she knew
  How deep it drew
  The ardent me
  With leashes few ♬
*My storm would subside*


Her laughter-
Holds the tinkle of bells
♬ And if only she knew
  Those tinkles, they grew
  With gales that passed
  And every breeze that blew ♬
*I'd lie in silence*


Her locks-
Hold the darkness of night
♬ And if only she knew
  What darkness brew
  What tales it told
  'n what nights construe ♬
*I'd rest in peace*


Her eyes-
Hold eternal gaze
♬ And if only she knew
  Such gazes are cue
  To get one lost
  Forever from view ♬
*I'd be immortal*


Her exuberance-
Holds the first draft of spring
♬ And if only she knew
  Such drafts are few
  That spur a bloom
  'n flutter hearts anew ♬
*I'd then want to live*


Babble
------------
1. An extremely extremely extremely simple "What If" analysis.
2. Raja Ravi Varma's paintings are really inspirational, I tell you. You just have to look at them long enough!
3. Follow up to 'Smitten' with the same protagonist. Step 2 - Check :)
4. The world would be so simple with a simulator. "Ok Simulator, What If ...?" :)))
5. Title picked up from "What If" - Isaac Asimov. If Sci-Fi interests you then do read it.

Rapunzel's Dilemma

(Rapunzel)

Trapped in a dungeon tall
High above the world
Amidst no souls at all
She sat and wept
...at fate inept
And then she wondered where he was.


And as she sat across the wall
Lost in thoughts
And eyes squeezed small
Her heart was swept
...with feelings that leapt
And then she wondered where he was.


In cold winters when evenings fall
When hearts freeze
Around a fiery ball
She often slept
...with whimpers that crept
And then she wondered where he was.


"Rapunzel! Rapunzel!", she heard him call
"Lower your hair,
Across the wall"
That voice adept
Had promises she kept...
...But then she wondered who he was.


Babble
------------
1. More 100F fever stuff. Love to be on fire!
2. I loved the rhyme so much that I had to write an encore with an alternate view. Of course I blank out in the end. Not my territory!!!
3. Lots of allegory too. So many Rapunzel's, so many princes...and so many dungeons :)

Longing

(Caspar David Friedrich, Wanderer above a sea fog, (c. 1818))



Thinking of deserts drenched with rain,
Of events past,
'n lost refrains...
I beseech the creeks,
That echoeth now...
-And I wonder where you are.


Thinking of beats that went insane,
That sight last,
Now muddled in panes...
I reach the hues,
That floateth now...
-Then I wonder where you are.


And thinking of shards that now remain,
That sky cast,
Now ominous terrains...
I breach the shackles,
That holdeth now...
-And I wonder where you are.


Now sighing with yearn then sighing again,
In meadows vast,
Where the shadow remains...
I preach myself,
To persevere now...
......And then I wonder where you are.

Babble

-----------

1. Last night, I realized that night turns me on and so does 100F temperature(fever) - no kidding :)

2. I also made a note in that magical state, the need for a  mechanism to flush thoughts out - like you pull one ear and clear your brain.

3. Points 1. and 2. were indeed thought last night. I decided to retain them for the record and to revisit them later.

Smitten

(Picture: Urvashi and Pururavas
                    - Raja Ravi Varma)


I close my eyes,
Revel anew-
Flutter my heart,
And all I see is you...

I held my breath,
Every ounce I drew-
Died and lived,
And all I felt was you...

I stared in void,
With nothing in view-
Grappled in trance,
And all I saw was you...

I drifted far,
In air that blew-
Searched the world,
And every face was you...

I set me free,
Then wanton flew-
Soared till heaven,
And all I found was you...

Now I'm smitten,
With recourses few-
'n tireless thoughts,
Why is it always you?


Babble
=======
1. Watching Rang Rasiya at midnight + post midnight raid into consciousness.
2. Writing this is scaring me. Step 1 - check.
3. Also inspired by Nandana Sen in Rang Rasiya... whatever that means.

Have you ever wailed?

(Picture: White Noise)

Seven seas you might have sailed...
But pray tell me-
Have you ever wailed?

And then at times you've often flailed...
But but but then-
Have you ever wailed?

There are times when you must have failed,
Exasperated and drawn but-
Have you ever wailed?

Whenever you feel you have been jailed,
All I'd ask is-
Have you ever wailed?

Many ills could have you ailed,
Writhing in pain but-
Have you ever wailed?

And when you think you cannot prevail-
Do you reckon you ought to wail?


Babble
========
1. Imagine wilderness. Imagine solitude in that wilderness. Imagine a man in the solitude of that wilderness. Now imagine silence and hear him wail without a sound.
2. If you can exactly imagine what I am talking about in (1) then yes... its THAT wail thats being talked about.
3. ...something like this - only more intense.
(Dil Hoom Hoom Kare - Rudaali)

     

I Want...

(Picture Courtesy: A Jailed Man)

I want to sing,
Drink fragrant wine...
Hunt game in forests,
Make it all mine...

I want to love,
Beauties ethereal as clouds...
Whose whispers set one free,
Even from fear of shrouds...

I want to touch,
The lips of their wraiths...
Who'd visit me at night,
Light passions and leave scathes...

I want to scale,
The peak of Everest...
Elburz-Mont Blanc,
See the sun rise- then forever rest...

I want to melt,
In golden dusk...
That floods the sky,
'n' intoxicates like musk...

I want to hold,
The lightning and thunder...
That make this storm,
And hath me wonder...

I want to yield,
To sirens who seduce...
Freeze Monos in paths,
Their resolve who reduce...

I want to play,
The shepherd's pipe
Converse with angels,
Tell them every gripe...

I want to battle,
Win wars and survive...
Make new kingdoms,
Have the dead revive...

And once all is done,
I want to wither...
Spread like ash,
'n' never come back hither...


Babble
=======
1. Wishes, horses and beggars.... hah!

2. Different emotions at play:
delusion, dreams, frustration, agony, love and detachment.
If only I had to the luxury of elaborating why each of these emotions make it to the lines above.

3. After having read "The Bet" for the umpteenth time in the past decade(reserved for cold windy nights with preferably a slight drizzle and an anxious heart), I felt it to be a moral responsibility to actually create rhyme out of the crux of the Banker's letter. Not that rhyme was needed... very few prosaic pieces rhyme. The Lawyer's letter defnitely does. Think of it as me attempting a lame rendition.

A more curious you can find the story at
http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/Bet.shtml
(The Bet - Anton Chekhov)

4. Monos stand for Monomyths. This is not my invention but someone long back actually addressed me with this epithet(rightly or wrongly) - so the feeling stuck on.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monomyth

5. And yes, I mean it when I say "Have the dead revive..." :)

A Little Night Music

(Picture Courtesy: Mozart + website in pic)


There are nights,
To revel and wonder,
And split asunder,
Days of yore-
That bore the thunder...

And these are nights,
To delve down under,
To mine and plunder,
Moments long lost-
Which rocks did sunder...


Then you drink,
The wine of life,
To ignore this strife,
Intoxicate yourself-
'N dream of afterlife...

...this while humming the tune,
The conductor's pick,
The sway of his stick,
To flutter your heart-
...Just A Li'l Night Music...

Babble

------------

1. Old Memories Revision Night. As a rule I dont keep any souvenirs...but memories are different.

2. Eine kleine Nachtmusik(A Little Night Music) - Without doubt(statement) Mozart had it figured out centuries back. The single piece of music I like most. You really should youtube the video and see the conductors performing this particular piece. Its a heavenly act. Better heard in the dead of night. Best heard in the dead of night while reminiscing.

3. "rocks of time". Yet another demonisation of time. I'm not the first and defnitely not the last.

4. Dreaming of afterlife doesnt necessarily have suicidal connotations in case it got you wondering ;)