Noesis!

I was stranded in the moonlight; I was alone in the storm,

I was a mute audience in the game of life;

And I never knew, he asked for a fight!

I was trembling in the emotions; I was walking in the squall,

I was a dazed fighter in the battle of tenderness;

And I never knew, I needed it!

Numbed by the ways this world is now

I wish, I was there in the midst of the clouds

Dreaming the way I am, in the sun or the wind.

The harder I try to make a sense of what I want to do, the worse it becomes.....is it just that I don't have the words or is it they have said it all before I was to experience it!

Of Spite

Spite brings little solace, for the wrongs done are numerous
Useless repercussions tend to erode the self from the selfless me;
And I grow weary from the soporific thoughts so many,
To erase a past is to erase you, from your own memory!

Troubled are the times when you struggle for your being,
People embezzling your ‘self’ just to speak of change,
And I grow dazed and confused from the nuances so many,
To erase life is to erase you, from your own surroundings!

To stop at the juncture is to die for the past,
Move on for the best is due,
If you get stuck to the questions unanswered,
You fall into the whirlpool, never to return!

Long lost.....reasons?

After many days and months and the likes of chronological count I suddenly felt today of writing. Writing something that will find a place in this blog, maybe for people to read or for my contentment.

I have been reeling around time and fighting the lost battle of desolation. Things have changed so much around me. I have changed. Maybe yesterday I liked the standard dose of blues by Muddy Waters but today I like a little overdose of Metal; of Opeth, of growling and power chords and what not, but I can sense a change from the Pearl Jam to the Power Jam. Maybe the meaningless Yellow Ledbetter still provides me the right lyrics to croon but music has changed for me. Ah! I like it.

Moments of madness and the sweetness of a Voice seems like crass cacophony eroding the morality and endangering species like me. The nous seems to have vanished and has put me through an ordeal to emerge triumphant. I am who I was, ah, at last!

I wonder how they ‘won’ battles so morbidly, how they could have called themselves victorious. You leave another incapacitated to rise up and grow. I wonder how the shoot grows having been mauled by feet and men. I wonder what would have happened, if survival of the fittest ever existed in human-beings, not breast fed but left alone, to find a source to sustain. Ah! Human – Beings!

Maybe that is the reason that I might be losing my religion and still am not in the spotlight. Maybe that is the reason 'Rapid Eye Movements' still find little space in my memory card! Ah! The reasons!