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Like me, a part of life it was for you

Till you boarded the last train to the west

The twilight gifted a heart unhealed

The moon rued and the starts silenced.

I solicited some answers from them

And the night had never been so long.

The game was unfair and I lost it.

Rules were broken, the result influenced

I was holding a candle in the cold shade

The thunders did calm my wails

But no rain did I see to wipe my tears

Neither did I see you, ever again.

I reaped my crops everyday, fed the cattle

The scarecrows targeted my lost self

My hopes, my emotions were worried

Unprepared to leave me alone, like love.

My friends, my kinfolk never deserted me

And I found no reason to do the same.

Later one day I packed my bags, and

Departed to the east, back to myself

I traveled through the green fields

I swam across the widest rivers

I crossed the deserts and the mounts

And I felt no pain, no more dejected

Days were crawling, blessed by almighty

A dreamer no more was I, just a human.

We move on, year by year close to death

I just know the time given to me today

I earn my living from dawn to dusk

For me to celebrate with the stars later.

While I never stopped, you walked with me

You gave me your hand, lifting up my spirits

I did not need you still I felt your need.

My comrade, my ally, together we fought

I learnt your skills and you followed mine

And we both were conquering everyday

Preserving and protecting our dreams.

Like two souls in a single body

Like two storks quarreling for dinner

Like two leaves of the same twig.

And in the east did the sun rise again.

And I could see you, for me always.

Iktara Male version - Lyrics

Rooh ka banjara re parinda ..
Chhad gaya dil ka re gharonda
Chhad gaya dil ka re gharond todke
Re gharonda todke .. gaya chhodke.

Je naina karun band band ...
Bahe jaaye boond boond (2)
Tadapaye re .. kyun sunaye .. geet malhar de

Ve malang tera iktara ..(8)

Beeti raat basi basi, padi hai sirhane ..
Band darwaja dekhe lauti hai subah ..
Thandi hai angheethi seeli, seeli hai diwaarein ..
Goonje takrake inme dil ki sada ..
Goonje hai ..goonje hai re .. dil ki sada.


Je naina karun band band ...
Bahe jaaye boond boond (2)
Tadapaye re .. kyun sunaye .. geet malhar de

Ve malang tera iktara ..(8)

Worth a watch!

When the automajors worldwide suffered huge loss due to the recession, Indian auto industry was stable and opened up a huge potential market to these giants to cover up their losses. Leading the bandwagon is the Hatchback segement which consumes a humongous 70% share of the Auto market. And It is not just limited to the Maruti, Tata or Hyundai small car models. More spacious, stylish, comfortable hatchbacks were rolled out by the companies who had considerable presence in this market. Major ones among them are the Maruti Suzuki Swift, Hyundai i20, Honda Jazz and the Fiat Punto. And the story doesn't end here, with Volkswagen ready for the launch of Polo and the world leaders Toyota announcing their only investement worldwide to develop a hatchback for the Indian market.

The Volkswagon Polo

We can expect this car in January 2010. It has the subtle Volkswagen look. It would be priced between Rs 4 to 5 lakh and would give a tough competition to i20, Swift, Jazz and Punto.It will be available in both Petrol and Diesel options. This model is hugely popular in Europe and expects to gain the same in India with its superb performance on road and comfortable interiors. It is a very good value for money car and would make good use of the Indian mentality. Volkswagen is all set to roll it out of their new plant at Chakan, near Pune and is also expanding their dealer network in the country for efficient marketing and distribution of this car as this would be Volkswagen's cheapest model in India and is expected to have a huge demand in terms of numbers.

The Ford Figo

Ford is planning to launch Figo by January next year to make their presence in this segment as their Fusion is not doing well. This by far appears to be the most stylish hatchback with a powerful ford engine inside. This would also come in both petrol and diesel variants. The price is very competitive and is expected to be between 3.5 to 5 lakhs. It also comes with third generation safety features and promises a good mileage and fuel economy. Looks like a complete package for the Indian Consumer. Ford India has also invested US $ 500 Million in India to double its production capacity to 2,00,000 units of car per annum. Lets see what it delivers after the road tests.

Nissan 370Z

The much waited Nissan sports car is here now and it expects to make its position stronger in the luxury car segment which is currently dominated by BMW, Audi and Mercedes-Benz. Nissan 370Z is a two seater, two door luxurious coupe model which is packed with number of advanced safety features. It is exteremly popular worldwide because of its high performance engine and sporty style. It would be imported as a CBU (Completely Built Unit) from its US plant which would add to the price, expected to be near about 35 lakhs.

Hyundai Santa Fe

India's largest auto exporter and second largest auto manufacturer, Hyundai Motor Co is pretty confident with the launch of their luxurious SUV. With the launch of this model Hyundai plans to enter in the mid-sized SUV market in India. The Hyundai Santa Fe price comes in the range of Rs 23 to 25 Lakhs. The power and the looks would add to the value of this car but still the price is a little high.

Now all these are definitely worth a watch ready to beautify the Indian roads!

The Copenhagen Accord

The latest news from the Danish capital is about a deal brokered between US, India, China, South Africa and Brazil and the newspapers are full of positive and negative criticisms of the US president’s eleventh hour stint.

The newsmakers have done their job, released promising statements, registered themselves in the good books and made good relations with their counterparts which would help them in all other deals if not this one. But it is an unfortunate truth that the summit has failed and the decisions taken are not even in the right ballpark. It appears as a last minute futile attempt to preserve the integrity of this conclave. A climate deal is must as the leaders are saying, still they are quarelling with their own responsibilities giving it a look of unnecessary. It is quite ridiculous how the developed nations are praising the under-developed for their subtle promises to reduce emissions by saying that they are indeed doing a lot, being poor. Another attempt, which can be seen as the only positive outcome of the event is the funding that the “US-European” have offered to the developing nations to fight climate change.

One more point to ponder here is 5 countries have reached a deal out of the total 192 attending it. How are they supposed to change the future of emissions of this whole world? Or is it because the others (leaving apart the developed countries) do not matter as much because they are not spotted in the world emissions graph. It would have been a good assumption but the number of countries falling under this category is big and taken together, they also do play a humongous role. More confidence and trust needs to be established worldwide to make this planet green and not a greenhouse. The next climate change meeting is scheduled in december 2010. As the Kyoto Protocol nears an end helping much lesser as it should have, the need of its successor is being desperately awaited. The king was not good and nothing much can be said about the prince who is going to take the reign.

The summit as a whole provided a lot of information to many ignorant minds. It has encouraged a lot of debate and discussion on how the world is going to be in the near future. The COP15 website deserves applauses for leading this motion. After all, it was just an information exchange event, aint it? The technology providers, investors are still in dilemma and the market remains unstable for the development of alternate sources of energy. Many of these promising technologies would remain inside the walls of research laboratories not able to grow up and answer the challenge.

“The city of Copenhagen is a crime scene tonight, with the guilty men and women fleeing to the airport…” …aptly said!

The incurious Night

The nearby Hanuman mandir bells were providing the melody to the morning prayers and the subtle breeze across the corridors promised the end of another chilling night warmed by alcohol and smoke. It’s a Sunday and there is zero possibility that others in his wing would be awake this early. But Jai admires the start of the day more than the end and he keeps himself awake to witness every dawn, the chirping of the birds, the holy reverberation of prayers, the transition into the light, the warmth in the stoned silence, the fresh green leaves, the wet meadows, the fresh smell of breakfast and the smoke out of the mess chimney.

With his near-closed eyes, unbrushed teeth and wrapped in a shawl, he comes out of the hostel gates to take a stroll around the campus. On the way he could hear gunshots from the rooms of those addicted to computer games like counter strike. Even he loved this game and would love to be a terrorist to pick up the bomb and plant as many as he could. But this is not the time, this time is for himself and his thoughts.

The sweeper had already started his Job, cleaning the road off the old and dried leaves. He greets him with a fervent smile, puts his hands in his jeans pockets and takes the next step. The fog is dense and he finds out that he cannot see more than 10 meters. Oh! He loves this fog, he loves the winters for this heavenly gift while most of his friends would prefer a cozy sleep under the thick layer of multiple blankets. The fog is so uncertain, so deceiving; the mess workers, the janitors, the chowkidaars on their bicycles disappearing in no time. Only facial gestures are the means of communication in this frigid atmosphere. The dogs are tired being awake all night and are in no mood to bark at a lonely suspicious looking figure coming out of the haze. As expected, he takes out his fresh packet of Classic Milds that he bought the previous day, the matchbox and then, a warm flicker that lights up his cigarette. He gets an illusionary thought that the smoke his awakening his body and his metabolic rate is picking up to make him warm. The face looks like a bowl of curd with chilly powder put on it, the nose starts watering, changing its colour from crimson to wheatish regularly.

A profound feeling of serenity is asking him to close his eyes and hum the Carnatic raag that he was listening to before leaving his room.  As more and more people pass by, the fog allows some more depth of sight, and the cigarette comes to an end, he takes out his bag hidden under the shawl till now, unzips it and his favourite companion is there by his side. The hands are no more inside his pockets and are admiring the beauty, patting him. His eyes are apologizing that he took him out of his cozy bag.

Near the Security Guards’ barrack, two puppies, unaware that they would die soon if they come out of their homes are engaged in child-play. One chasing the other, biting random things, rolling over the sand, pooping and peeing and everything that one would expect out of such a show. The light is also great and his friend loves it. An ironic act of play with life and death.

A nearly drooped bunch of flowers coated in lavender and pale yellow is what attracts him next. The stem is weakened by the dew but would stand up still and salute the sun.

Captivated by their beauty, he captures them in his memory and so does Bravo. Yes. That’s his name. As he takes some more rounds of this garden belonging to the main building of the institute, he takes deep breaths and adores the views.

They move on to the workshop which hoots early in the morning awakening the men and scaring the women. It always hosted some highly confidential projects of the Military and Intelligence being researched and tested by qualified scientists of the country. There is no photography allowed beyond a certain point and then special Identity cards are required. But the appearance of this workshop is as adorable as its mysterious stories. There were talks of suspected undercover agents from other countries, the staff disappearing in thin air, huge boxes stamped CONFIDENTIAL and GOVT. PROPERTY and many more. Bravo is scared and is asking him not to stare at the premises continuously. Knowing that his fear would add to the suspicion if spotted, Jai starts walking but he can’t help pussyfooting the mysterious niche. He goes to one side of it, a bit away and tells Bravo that he has to do the Job now.

Also he can hear are distant sounds from a masjid. He saw one student on the ground floor in a hostel offering his Namaz. God resides in the hearts and not in the temples and masjids is what he believes in but he feels the peace rejuvenating his soul when he hears the prayers.

..to be continued... 

FUBAR!

Parts of The Saving Private Ryan screenplay...

The Abraham Lincoln Letter from the movie:

"Dear Madam: I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom. Yours very sincerely and respectfully, Abraham Lincoln."

This letter is actually not written by Abraham Lincoln himself but the incident it is referring to is real except the count of the dead, which were modified as per the requirements of the movie. A near impossible task of finding someone inside the dreaded battlefields of France facing the uncertain German fire all the time and what makes it worse is that there is no clue about the coordinates where he or his platoon may be found. The decision makers won't sacrifice their men for some cause which is so evident, they won't fight a war against an already furious one. But this letter changes it all and The General commands a search for Ryan against any loss they have to bear, for one mother who had already lost so much. Its a vicious fix where on one hand they have a mother who had all her sons fighting for the republic and on the other the republic itself that they were fighting for.

Other notable dialogues:

Captain Miller to Private Reiben

"I'm a schoolteacher. I teach English composition... in this little town called Adley, Pennsylvania. The last eleven years, I've been at Thomas Alva Edison High School. I was a coach of the baseball team in the springtime. Back home, I tell people what I do for a living and they think well, now that figures. But over here, it's a big, a big mystery. So, I guess I've changed some. Sometimes I wonder if I've changed so much my wife is even going to recognize me, whenever it is that I get back to her. And how I'll ever be able to tell her about days like today. Ah, Ryan. I don't know anything about Ryan. I don't care. The man means nothing to me. It's just a name. But if... You know if going to Rumelle and finding him so that he can go home. If that earns me the right to get back to my wife, then that's my mission."

There are many such dialogues which Captain Miller (Tom Hanks) delivers throughout the mission to keep up the spirit of his men who think that they are giving their lives to find someone very useless and that the mission they have taken up is just a waste and a discredit to their talent in the battlefield as Jackson, the sniper says:

"What I mean by that, sir, is if you was to put me and this here sniper rifle anywhere up to and including one mile from Adolf Hitler... with a clean line of sight... Pack your bags, fellas. War's over."

Finally when they find Ryan, they feel that he was not that useless afterall as Ryan's valor and the love for his country and his paltoon speaks out:

"You can tell her (his mother) that when you found me, I was with the only brothers I had left. And that there was no way I was deserting them. I think she'd understand that."

He is determined to complete the mission he is assigned and Captain Miller's men join him. Some more martyrs, for one man and the debate is left for the audience, was that worth it?

And then on the similar lines of Lincoln's old letter:

"My dear Mrs Ryan: It's with the most profound sense of joy that I write to inform you your son, Private James Ryan, is well and, at this very moment, on his way home from European battlefields. Reports from the front indicate James did his duty in combat with great courage and steadfast dedication, even after he was informed of the tragic loss your family has suffered in this great campaign to rid the world of tyranny and oppresion. I take great pleasure in joining the Secretary of War, the men and women of the U.S. Army, and the citizens of a grateful nation in wishing you good health and many years of happiness with James at your side. Nothing, not even the safe return of a beloved son, can compensate you, or the thousands of other American families, who have suffered great loss in this tragic war. I might share with you some words which have sustained me through long, dark nights of peril, loss, and heartache. And I quote: "I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the alter of freedom." -Abraham Lincoln. Yours very sincerely and respectfully, George C. Marshall, General, Chief of Staff."

Vote of Thanks!

I welcomed a change with arms wide open and lost myself to regain my lost self. The dreams which I lost in the dark woods of doldrums suddenly are moonlighted today. Every day passes by, faster than the previous one and life is not lagging behind, trying to walk hand in hand with time. Every new soul I meet, I greet it with utmost fervor. Yet sometimes when I see myself in the mirror, I think if I am a human or I am just prejudiced to think myself as one. This line probably defines the intermittent state I am in. The latter part, as I see was my past and my present is closer to the former option. I do feel like a human. A normal human who does everything for happiness, for some moments in a day which he can cherish when he sleeps, for some smiles that remain in his heart forever, for some anguish which asks him to share his thought, for some peace which he seeks when he is alone, for some love that he can actually feel inside him, for some hatred which he doesn't always keep to himself, for some tears which he allows to flow to feel better. There is no God I believe in. I respect myself and I am scared of my soul and do not need "God" for that. My mind shows myself thousand ways and my heart filters out one. I feel more and more confident though I do  not do anything great everyday. When I wish for something this hour, I don't think too much and get it the same hour. When it comes to emotions, I do value them as I used to do before and give them the time as my heart and mind get high with those and take time to get back to normal. I am not living on the edge neither am I deep inside a protected zone. I am no more scared of death and I enjoy risks. I love the enthusiasm and excitement in me and see the same in the eyes of my pals when I speak to them. I like smiling faces more than I used to and same applies for helping people. I feel more responsible, matured and grown up suddenly. The values and virtues that I have tried to define all my life, I follow them religiously now.

Its great to be with good friends. Thanks to the one who gave me this oppurtunity. Thanks to all who showed me this path knowingly or unknowingly and Thanks to you! Unknowingly, you have done a lot for me.

Main shayar toh Nahi...

Sapno ki humnein bahut sair ki
Khayalon mein humnein mohabbat bhi ki
Yeh shaam kyun dhalne ko tayyar nahi...
Alfazon ne shayad, hadd par kar di.

SEARCH FOR THE SECRET

PART I
Walking with the limbs of lamb,
tired tumbling but no more inert,
through the woods and over the waters
he touched the soil unknown
couldn’t defy destiny’s decree.
Unexperienced, unexpected, unfamiliar, untried
was his body and soul ,his thoughts and emotions.
The waves in nature resonating through him,
like the narrow meandering waters,
like the valley between the knolls,
like the curves of fronds and flowers.
Not sure of the jobs still left,
not aware of the reason to do them,
an epitome of innocence and ignorance.
Had run many races,
it ain’t his attempt to walk.
And with the dawn of the new day,
perceiving the jobs undone,
begun his hunt for the reason
through the woods and over the waters.
Thousand drops blood and miles long walk,
pounds of work and days ending fatigued.
Asked the western moon and the eastern sun
Asked the sky above and the soil below.
Aching neck bent down, paining eyes drowsed.
Stunned by the bright silver flash of north,
he stood as an antique idol ,
to bless the world with light.
Moving his limbs through the waters,
he left his pain alone, drowned.
The dark became the light of life,
wounds healed in the golden rain of moon.
The tears on his face burning in hopeless hope,
hope, down a path long and deep and dark.
The northern winds, the northern waters,
were tough for him to search his hope.
The grey secret shadows of twilight
watching him with their secret eyes
as he could hear silent whispers
that were coming and fading away.
He smelled the fragrance far away
but saw nothing in the fog
felt the air, cold and humid.
as dark it was in heaven’s land.
he wished to see the northern light
but not always, as he closed his eyes
his dry throat asked for water and
as he touched the water, he touched the pain.
PART II
No moment to cherish, hours running in seconds,
distance counted in miles but the pace degrading.
at the deepest and the darkest, a dream did lie,
as the air of hope touched him, calling him.
And the goal so far, seemed to be near
through the aura,he saw the aurora
avenging on dark, the light of life;
afraid to take a step ahead,even a step back.
Braving the rays, ready to march ahead,
But then he stopped; heard something,
A voice through his soul, reverberating,
from the east it came,towards the west it went.
No wide waters, no broken bridges
no light to defend,easy efforts to make.
Was the darkness fake or illusion of his thoughts?
the spirit of light or the voice so divine.
Couldn’t cognite the coherent coexistence,
he followed the divine words,for his search,
and the air around with altering arrays,
escorting him on his long, lonely pilgrimage.
Satanic soul shattered by sacred sounds
succeeded by a new-born, innocent and true
sudden changes, never minor; he wondered,
“Who had been walking on the path of light?”
April-hearted, as he moved along the green
relishing the taste of fresh fragrances,
trying to know, if the birds meant him,
feeling the touch of eternity in every touch of him.
And after a long night, in the twilight, he saw
an angel with an aureole behind, as in dreams
but was a maiden singing the divine song,
spelling on him the feeling of love,
love, the eternal truth of life.
PART III
Was he an evil soul or a soul too divine?
Not even moved by the spell so divine.
The astonished angel scanned him through
Found his eyes illusioned, by a power enigmatic.
“What did you see on the way towards me?”
Shaking was her voice, cold was her soul.
“Nothing but the rays of north,the….”
And soon he was amidst the waters, stretched apart.
The black waters killed his thirst
The insane winds held his mind hostage
The mysterious moonlight kidnapped his soul
As the dark started commanding, he could see nothing.
And as the angel was pacing with the sail,
He saw death waiting for him at the shore.
Then soon he asked her to stop and return.
“You are wrong, its the light, the northern light.
The light that rules darkness, rules me,
you are blessed to have seen it, i am not.
Let me take you there, where it awaits with life
And let it forgive the curse laid on me.”
Like a pirate on an unknown voyage,
He sniffed the wealth at the northern shore
As he saw only raw stones, priceless to value
Again he said to stop and return, back to the dark.
When the noise behind struck his ears
He looked back and saw his people coming.
“There, see, my people,they are coming for me.”
How could she stop? The mighty fleet of death was behind them.
Slowly as her image faded
The light reminded him what he forgot.
The air was changing and so was he
No longer he saw priceless stones but shining gems.
Again he heard in a low, sweet tone…..
“You are the truth and so are your brothers.
You saw me but they didn’t bother
Like you, they were caught in fake eternity
Caught in the clouds of dark, lost their sanity
The cursed soul, now is a part of me
And that you never thank her, is the curse on thee.
Let your heart speak the language of love
Understood by me, my friends on earth and the flying dove.”

IF

If I see you in my hidden prayers
If I promise to be with you in eternity
If I admire you every dawn I live
If I wish to see you in my dreams
If your tears are as precious as my smile
If your smile is as cherished as my soul
If your melancholy is my hatred
If your rejoice is my love
If you fight for what you wish
And If I be with you till I'm slain
If anyday I dont wake up
I would wish the most to see you
For if I'm slain its only for you
For if I see you not, my dreams will
And then if I say how much I know you
And then if I say how much I understand you
And then if I say how much I trust you
And then if I say how much I admire you
And then if I say how much I love you
Would you come to me and be my best friend?

2:52 AM

Shabnam aaj gaa rahi hai
Alfaz kam hai par matlab zyada
Boondon se baat kar raha hai man
Shayad tanhayi ka intezaar hai
Ya fir ek muktasar mohabbat ka
Zindagi kaat raha hai zakhmi dil
Kisi sans ki aarzoo se bhi darr hai
Aur aisi hi ek aur zindagi se
Yeh raat toh beet jayegi jaldi
Par kal shayad ek ittefaq hai.

Gtalk - 2:45 AM

Am I a human or I am just prejudiced to think myself as one?

2:39AM

Feasting on my left over emotions
Surrendering to the plight of my mind
My dreams want to get laid,
Sleep with the darkness
Till the dawn brings the veil of light.

Silently Screaming

I wrote this poem for a competition on allpoetry.com and the title was provided beforehand.

I was walking along the lanes of my parish
A sunny day, a warm wind over the fields
The green paddy was ready to ripe
And a solitary soul ready to reap
As I approached her, to see her work
With a smile I did greet but
I got none in return of it.
Wondering how such an angel
Could ever defy a silent smile,
The aura screamed in my ears
And a sweet silence prevailed.
She was untouched, but I was moved
So much of grief was buried inside
Not even a scream could take it away.
In the silence was lost the rush of blood
In the silence was lost a lonely heart
In the silence was lost a voice unknown
There was a scream that I could hear
And in the silence I was absorbed.

Romancing the rains

I don’t know why I am so much attached to rains. Probably because I never got a rainy day off in school, probably I love playing football then, probably my soul needs to clean up regularly and probably it loves romancing the rains, probably I was never scared to slip off the road, probably I never made a fuss about the mud, probably I had clothes enough to wear the next day to office, probably my favourite word is petrichor.

I was in office till 8 PM. I knew it was raining outside since the noon and just wished that it remains when I get out of the building and walk towards my home. I was not alone. All I had was a John Players, a Provogue, a Lee, a Nokia, an Apple, a Bose, a Reebok, an Adidas, a VIP, and another VIP. I just wished I could throw all of them away and free my naked body to the rains, touch my soul, pierce through my heart and blow my mind away. Unfortunately, I was not the only one walking on the road. There were street lights too staring at me, shining bright on the black tar. All the sounds were so clear, the droplets bouncing on the lane and cracking, the stream of water flowing, tensed and anxious human talks, a folk song in a shop etc. Like an idiot I was searching for the moon and all I got was the rain hitting straight on my face. I felt like something very close just touched me and vanished in thin air. Melancholic musings were troubling my soul; I could feel the cold dampness inside me. I grabbed a fag and smoked all those thoughts away. I did not want to sit somewhere inside a shade, so bought an egg roll for dinner and headed for home. My mind was blank. I was just walking and felt like going on and on till I collapse. But my promises and my dreams were pulling me back. I looked back once and felt like I have grown up a lot but it doesn’t mean that I don’t take the next step.

All this while I was alone, serenading to myself and was just strolling on the wet and dry lands like we all walk in life. All I missed was a special friend, chai and bhajiya by the roadside. I miss my mom telling me not to get wet in the rain. Sorry mom! Can’t do that.

I am home now and rest of the night I would smoke with the clouds.

THE LADY OF POOR DREAMS

This poem has a lot of feelings attached ... I had written it 4 years back and is one of my compositions which I like the most.

One beauty of the autumn that the spring beholds

Over the mounts that the valleys stare

The autumn of affection, the valleys of love

Also over the dunes of the desert

And beneath the depth of the oceans

Wherever these eyes could travel

They see the similar unseen beauty.

And the dreams ain’t peaceful anymore

The senses respire but the heart would pant

When the bright beauty of the dark calls

Lost in the notes of the night, the nightingale sings

When the chilled dark is warmed by the woods

The moon melts the snow to golden splendor

In such precious seconds, a seraph is seen

Beautified among the cherubs and princess of stars

But she is the lady, the lady of poor dreams

Dreams that never saw love with closed eyes.

When the velvet clouds beyond the horizon cry

The low falling drops touch the reveries deep;

And though flooded in the waters of sorrow

They see nobody but some gestures, smiling

And when she was unheard still, the silence broke

The silence that the night induced, the dawn followed

And over the blue stretches of the rosy morning

A rose was never seen, but a dove was found

Spotted with kisses of love and bloods of hatred

But the dreams of the daylight never are true

And of the twilight are seldom false.

For the dark only shows the dreams poor

Blessed by the lonely moon and the flock of stars.

One Day!

One day I would see the light
Along the dark road to nowhere
The winds of south would come
Tell me the stories of heaven

There, where we have nothing to talk
And there where there is nothing to stop
There is no place to go but there is a way
There is no sorrow neither there is joy.

No reason to go there but to feel my breath
Oh my friend! don't be sad, sing to the woods
And the dew would wash away your tears
And the cold breeze would dry them.

And at the end freedom awaits me
And at the end my heart can feel my soul
And at the end there is nothing to regret
And at the end is the end to all failures.

Purano Shei Diner Kotha - English

I am not a very great fan of Tagore or his compositions even though I belong to the same place where he composed most of them. Neither do I profess great love for the culture, poetry and music of the same language. But there are certain compositions to which I am plainly attracted to.

The one which will be talked about here is an absolute poetry which is played with music or not can beat the best of the class.

This is a song very close to my heart, by Rabindranath Tagore titled "Purano shei diner kotha" inspired from the tunes of "Auld Lang Syne", a Scottish poem composed by Robert Burns. I made an attempt to translate the same into English. Forgive me if I was unable to preserve the beauty of the song. Also this is not an exact text translation. I tried my best. The Bengali text follows:

"Purano shei diner kotha
Bhulbe kii re
Hai o shei chokher dekha, praaner kotha
Sheikii bhola jaaye

Aaye aar ektibar aayre shokha
Praner majhe aaye mora
Shukher dukher kotha kobo
Praan jodabe tai

Mora bhorer bela phuul tulechi, dulechi dolaaye
Bajiye baanshi gaan geyechi bokuler tolai
Hai majhe holo chadachadi, gelem ke kothaye,
Abaar dekha jodi holo shokha, praner majhe aaye"

And here goes the English Translation:

The memories of the good old days
Can you ever forget it?
It was seen by our eyes, was voice of our life
Can it ever be forgotten?

Come back once more, my friend
Come and be a part of my life
We will talk of smiles and tears
And will feel very good about it

Together we have plucked flowers in the dawn
Together we have spent hours on the swing
Together we have played the flute
Sang the songs under the shade
We parted in between, never knew where we went
If again I see you someday,
Come and be a part of my life.

This song is about nostalgia, about loss of old friends and hope to meet them again, about the memories that always stay inside and seldom come out and play melody with our heart. It is remembering those old times and wishing them back. For friends that we lost while we were too busy with ourselves, while we were entangled by life, torn by time and just grew up relentlessly, only to realise one day what actually we have lost.

This is dedicated to all my friends that I have lost somehow and especially to my best friend!


Download this song at (right click and save link): 
http://www.music.com.bd/download/Music/H/Hemanta/Hemanta%20Collections/Hemanta%20-%20Purano%20Sei%20Diner%20Katha%20(music.com.bd).mp3.html

Not Without You!

The dusk is glooming over the blue horizon

Waiting for the unforeseen dark, silent and serene

Under the orange moon, over the quiet meadows

You and me, sailing over the grey clouds

No destination but journey is what we know.

Tonight we beckon the dawn but not always

For years have arrived to depart in days.

A long way along the golden woods we take

For the bliss of life as death is never so far.

The heaven above is unlike the earth’s entropy

But the love pot will be spilled one day.

I don’t pray, I just wish and I just hope

To row my boat over the winds to the stars

Touch the sky and wait there for you in solitude

Till the eternity when your soul would kiss me;

For your loss is unbearable to my faith

The emotions would grant me an unwished death

Death of the heart with limbs free to move

The fear I never would challenge alone.

How does it feel?

How does it feel to have lost the last chance?
How does it feel when you are late by some days?
How does it feel to be defeated never to win again?
How does it feel to have lost yourself?
How does it feel to be a sinner of someone else's mistake?
How does it feel to be responsible for nothing but for everything?
How does it feel to love someone to make promises?
How does it feel when the love could mean nothing, not even hatred?
How does it feel wanting to break the promises but cannot?
How does it feel when you ask questions to yourself and know there are no answers?
How does it feel when your soul is bleeding, your heart is punctured?
How does it feel when the body exists but with no beat inside?
How does it feel to have lost faith on everyone but one?
How does it feel to have no emotions for anyone but one?
How does it feel when tears are dry and the eyes weep inside?
How does it feel to hope against hope?
How does it feel to be living for one and its not you?
How does it feel to sell your feelings for nothing but dust and sand?
How does it feel to forgive someone and not forgiven by the same?
How does it feel to be helpless when you seek no help?
How does it feel to care for the murderer more than the victim?
How does it feel when you are dying and want nothing but something?
How does it feel ...

Thoughts from somewhere IV

When stand in front of a mirror, I look like a human being, but I don't feel like one.

Thoughts from somewhere III

Life is so ironic!

Fallen in love with this song....

The Final Cut - Pink Floyd

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.

There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?

And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?

Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.

Thoughts from somewhere II

I will see you again
but
not yet
....not yet



Courtsey: Gladiator the movie

Thoughts from somewhere!

The Child has grown, the dream is gone
And I have become comfortably numb.



Courtsey: Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd.

MY BEST FRIEND

My words, my feelings

I share with my best friend

Who can’t speak or move or react

But still my best friend

To whom I speak when I am lonely

Speak out my words never told

Who says something that I never hear

But still my best friend

With whom I share my sorrows

That I don’t with anybody else

Who wants to do the same but I don’t

But still, my best friend

Who also says something, I don’t hear

But hours I spend with others

Who perhaps complains but I don’t care

But still, my best friend

With whom I play all tricks known

That I seldom do with somebody

Who blends as I wish, but I won’t stop

But still, my best friend.

With whom I have my emotions attached

Who can’t speak, move or react

It’s that alluring bottle of wine

My best friend forever.

this is a very old composition of mine .... Might not be the best but i love it!

Love, Hatred and Seclusion

If too much of anything is bad, I seek hatred for the good!
If I call it a principle of life ... it is quite acceptable that if we have too much of something, in the near or distant future it turns out to be something else which most of the times is entirely opposite of what we seek. Human nature is to seek happiness but do we get always what we seek? The answer is no. And in worst cases where we seek and get too much of happiness, sorrow accompanies as well. Too much of anything is bad. Like too much of food, alcohol, sleep etc etc. Isn't it true for every small thing? It becomes an addiction; but, of a different kind. You are too much addicted to leave it and it just remains in the heart and the hormones, never touching your nervous system.
Similar is the case with too much of love. Though this thought is unnatural, but it cannot be neglected. We do not realize it as everything goes good and we are addicted to it. But if the hypothesis is correct, it ought to be true in this case as well. When there is too much of positive energy, too much of smiles around, too much of joy you get a good sleep tonight but yes there can soon be a knock on the door and there awaits sorrow.
Now its not easy to evade all your positive energy and all the good that is happening to you because of the above stated stupid thought. But there is a time which you like to spend with yourself. That makes sense. Right? The reason why we try to do so is to go away at a mediocre level where there is neither love nor hatred. Or sometimes it is like a phase between these two.
This is the time of seclusion. We talk to ourselves, ask us questions, know the part of you which you have lost in smiles or in tears, the part of you which you lost in others smiles or tears.
Seclusion meets you in dream and in dreams there is no sorrow or even if its is there, it gives you the confidence that its not true.

Poegination

The moon today is full, in its full glory or rather beauty, behaves like a 5 year old, plays Hide and Seek with the clouds and with all of us. An artist is playing with colours under the flash of a street light. A little boy throwing pebbles in the water trying to aim the moon, whenever he sees it. The roadside beggar is serenading his last songs of the dark with his old guitar waiting for the people to come out and admire the beauty. A cold breeze is hitting hard against the eyes. Nightingales are heard no more.

Project to make us Unique!

This is about the much talked about Unique Identification Number project headed by Nilekani. His interview with CNN-IBN's Karan Thapar was an eye opener in this matter. Though this project looks very fancy and on the lines of the SSN numbers of US (as we just try to follow them), the feasibility and the success of this project could gain confidence not before answering hundreds of queries and worries.
The technology -
The technology has a very vital role to play in this ordeal. Mr Nilekani claims that the technology is available and it just needs to scale up. But the project lead is himself not very sure of this. He was talking like any fresher techie would do. There were many research snippets that Karan Thapar always brought into picture throughout the interview, most of them from the London School of Economics. One of them claimed that the high end technology itself is not available which can promise privacy and security even in UK's case. If it were at least available on a small scale without any flaw, then we could think of scaling it up. And even if it comes, it will come at a very high price. That's the next concern.
The cost -
1.5 lakhs crores is the estimate just to implement it once. The hidden costs, maintenance etc comes later. Mr Nilekani claims that the cost would be 10 folds lesser again not very sure of what he was saying. To put it in simple words, we cant take a call on the cost right now but surely its going to be a huge amount. And if this amount doesn't get support that it seeks from the technology, then it is no better than our driving licenses, PAN cards and Electoral Voter's Cards.
The Databse -
The major problem comes here. For every Indian to have a Unique number, there needs to be massive database which has to keep changing and updating continuously. The question here is not about the database but about the authenticity of the information in this database. We all know how easy it is to get your license, PAN card etc. Can the new system prevent this? I think this is not even in the hands of the technology but on the finger-tips of our unscrupulous bureaucrats. Now if this number is going to decide our fate wherever we go, the authenticity really becomes important. Also as pointed out by Karan Thapar, how are we going to solve the problems of mistakes that are often seen in our passports which by far is the most authentic piece of identification.
Privacy and Security -
Do you want any person to just log-in some webpage, enter some digits and get all information about you? Ok lets accept this, that the information would not be made public and steps would be taken to prevent information extraction as Mr Nilekani said the answers would be in "yes" or "no" when you ask the database some question. Our politicians would indeed have access to this information which they would use for their own benefits without falling in the eyes of the law. Also as challenging and secure you make it for the hackers the more efforts they will put into this. Can the existing technology prevent really important private information at an effective cost?
The time -
Even if we assume that all odds are in favour, the time that its going to take to establish this system fully through all generations with least error is indeterminate. By the time it starts resolving errors, a new set of change, update and errors would bother the system managers.

If we compare this with the SSN system of the US, we would say that if it was possible in US then why not in India. First we should understand what an SSN number is. This is a kind of identification number which was started for taxation purpose just like our PAN number. Then gradually as the laws changed, even kids who as dependents of working parents needed to have a SSN number to claim income tax benefits. Also, with time more information was embedded into this number. But duplicates, erroneous cases always questioned the importance of this number.
Furthermore, researchers at Carnegie Mellon University have demonstrated an algorithm which uses publicly available personal information to reconstruct a given SSN. Exacerbating the problem of using the social security number as an identifier is the fact that the social security card contains no biometric identifiers of any sort, making it essentially impossible to tell whether a person using a certain SSN is truly the person to whom it was issued without relying on some other means of documentation (which may itself have been falsely procured through use of the fraudulent SSN). And now there have been thoughts over passing laws that restricts the use of SSN numbers for many commercial purposes.
Records say that 80% Indians have an electoral voter's card. Everyone who pays tax has a PAN. We are not trying to put more information in these numbers but to create a totally different database of information and make another card with this unique number. We are planning to include biometric details of a person as well and promising privacy. We are inviting a lot of cost and insecurity and the technology has her hands up.
There are a lot of variables in this equation. If it happens the way it wants to be, then this would set an example, a code, a process for the world. It is a nightmare project but not impossible. Lets hope that this system would really be helpful for the mass and would address our problems in a much better way. We are at an infant stage in this project and surely we can expect a lot of developments and the questions would be gradually answered.

Good luck Mr Nilekani!

A Midnight Stroll

I was just out on a regular stroll outside my apartment
Near the pan shop two working guys (as evident from the Identity card around their neck) were smoking, their lips were moving and there was a look of frustration. Its a thursday night, must have been a tiring week already! As i neared the shop to fetch my pan, I could hear the moving lips. "Dude.. its too much man .. that lady never understands...she has called us at this hour!!...what time is he coming man .. give him a call"..." Its all the same ... me, you or your best friend...everyone is at the same stage .. just playing games with each other.." "... yeah but .. leave it .. " " .. or rather .. take it and go ..take it and go (Russell Peters style) " "...haha" .. a pretty monotonic discussion with some sense attached to it .. and then a light end... and then within my head "..fantastic (Russell again)".
A drunk guy is my next encounter. Sometimes i just dont understand what do they drink or how much do they drink that they are like a walking stone .. sometimes sleeping by the roadside ... sometimes just hit by a speeding truck.. not even knowing that life is departing them...back to the guy ... he falls down on the road .. almost in front of a cab ... the driver frowns, comes out picks him up, people start extending their hands for help, one tight slap right under his ears, one and a half spin and then all the helping hands were gone. All this happened within a minute! The drunk guy lay drunk, the sleep will induce a drug into him that he wont remember a second of this. Pretty disturbing isn't it. An annoyed driver .. uses all his energy to pick him up just to bestow his peevishness upon him. But the other character in the play jus smiles and says "I don't feel anything..... Did u just hit me?" No one loses no on gains. Its an illusion and upon us to accept and be happy in our own ways.
I left the chaos and moved along the woods by the roadside. I could see the fireflies sparkling and hear the chittering sound of the dark. The music was asking me to stop and behold the beauty of the moonlit sky. Its rejoice above, its bright above, nothing is hidden above. But, this dark aint at all sorrowful. Its dark here, everything is hidden here. Sometimes when we seek happiness far in place, far in time or far in emotions, we walk on our present, crushing it. Most of the times, the grief or the regret cannot be replaced completely even by two folds of the happiness we get.
I saw an old couple sauntering in the same picture, probably talking their past to each other. But they don't care. As they approcahed me, I greeted them with a smile and I got back the sweetest thing I wud expect from them "God bless you ..." The old man then started saying "I was like you ... I used to greet her mother the same way u did...But you are better ... you know why? ..'coz I used to do it with an intention, you are probably vacant in that thought of yours"... I returned a smile back, "Yes, Sir... Goodnight" They passed by, I turned back and I saw them holding their hands and walking in absolute unison and peace and nothing to bother them.
By far it was probably the best times in the dark I had. I decided to wrap it up and go back. From a distance I saw a man and a woman on the roadside pavement in some activity with a guy who is behaving wierd. I moved fast to take a closer look. As I correctly guessed, they were the same couple I met minutes back. They were sprinkling water from their tiny pet-bottle on a man's face who appears unconcious...Was he the same guy? Yes he was. But why would that old couple who were in their own business bother about him. A crowd was gathering. I could see some blood around his nose. I could even see some trapped tears on grannie's wrinkled cheeks. I was afraid to go ahead and find the truth. When people started speaking, I could hear one or two voices "call ambulance" "their old servant" "his daughter's marriage next week" "poor guy"... As he was getting cold, people saw a cab parked by the restaurant. Was it the same cab? Yes it was. "where is the driver" as they patted on the windows and rear glass... The Driver comes out "whats the matter" .. The matter is explained. The driver was reluctant .. " I have to go to office, drop them" (pointing towards the pan shop). They were still there smoking away their frustration. Seeing fingers pointed at them, the come close to take a look at the incident... "Did u hit him?" " I did not, he fell in front of the car"... "Then why are you scared? take him to the clinic" "we will take an auto-rickshaw" ... "but Sir" ... they left .. turning their backs ...the crowd cleared...It was midnight. I walked back home .. As if all of it was jus a dream and nothin had happened.

Classic Hits Radio

Why am I not posting?

Its been long that i posted anything. And why? Lesser coffee sessions and lesser chats..

Work has become hectic nowadays ... a strange phenomenon in the times of recession .. but yes its true. And when it becomes hectic, it becomes boring. 

I am in India, probably the country which is least affected by recession as it appears, if you do not consider the lay-offs. The part of our economy that is dependent on the west is affected only i believe. If you are reading the newspaper everyday, you would know. Recent headlines being, air conditioners and refrigerators sales increase 35%, Indian auto majors in all time high profits, PSUs declaring record quaterly results etc etc. Indian market is not affected. A huge part of the working class are employed in Govt jobs and their salaries have seen a steep rise in the recent year. The middle class is getting richer, cultivating luxurious desires in their mind and they are not stopping themeselves fulfilling them. Thanks to them, cash is still flowing in the market.

When you come to the real estate the story is a bit different. Their  major customer is the highly paid IT sector which has seen a downfall recently. The reason being their dependency on the American economy which is in deep shit. But comparatively with the measures that they have taken, for instance, major cost cuttings by reducing travels, paid leaves, lesser use of resources etc etc., they now realise what were they misusing and that their profits could have been even higher had they walked on this line before. Sometimes, recession looks to be an Awareness mission, an eye-opener to the executives running billion dollar businesses. As it is rightly said, you get the maximum out of your brain when you actually need it which in turn reflects that recession has asked us to start thinking, to make more use of our grey cells, which we would have never done otherwise. 

I too work for a company whose economy is largely dependent on US and I am fortunate enough that I am still not jobless though i do not expect much increments in our salaries. The first increment, the first promotion might not be as exciting as the first job and the first salary. But then there is a ratio we would always look at: the output we are giving to the input we recieve which is becoming higher and higher. Work has increased, at least in my firm, lesser people employed for the same job, cuts on resources, sharp and stiff deadlines and much more. At the same time, no increment means lesser inputs, lesser resources that we consume, no team outings, entertainment, more hours at work, have to even fight time for coffee with friends. The job was already not much exciting and recession has snatched away even that much. Many are saying that its a good time for higher studies and yes it is. The competition has increased even more. Many fresh graduates are jobless and they are more in need of that degree. The cost of a degree has also risen tremendously though they cannot promise a job good enough to repay the loan that the students would take. Thinking about all this sometimes creates an attitude of "Why am I existing, when everything is temporary and going to end soon" sorts. But the consolation is in the attitude itself that everything is temporary and it will end soon. 

The ones who are just one year into their first job are most affected i guess after the ones who still do not have one. They are strangling themselves in the thoughts of a higher degree or a better job or continuing this job. They are the ones who are most Lay-off-phobic. They do not even have enough capital to invest which their richer managers are doing with the saved cash over the years. They hope for a good rise in salary after one year into the job only to find that they are hoping against hope. Situations like these are even responsible for suicide cases of the best brains in the world. Recently i got to know that one of our batchmates who had passed out from one of the best engineering colleges of India succumbed to recession. Students belonging to the middle  and lower middle class who could not afford the education and took heavy loans have nowhere to go without a job. They are cursing themselves that they were born in the wrong time. Their families are also completely out of any clue, helpless and giving up.

The future of so many bright brains of this country is at stake. The rusted sword of recession is still sharp enough to rip their confidence apart. The govt is doing a lot to control this situation. Our banks are still doing strong when major banks across the globe have collapsed. Financially, the Govt companies are going very strong. A large section of the freshers have opted for government jobs this year bringing fresh and aspiring talent into these organizations which would obviously gain a lot. Also, the ones recruited in these jobs are more or less recession proof with a salary even higher than the private jobs. They are the happiest amongst us today. Somtime down the line they would be the most in demand in the private sector companies as they always allure people from the public sector to buy their talent.

Looking at it positively, this is a good learning experience in life and only a few are fortunate enough to face this.

A really haphazard post it is - all the trash in my head is just dumped into this bin. Hope the coffee stimulates something good out of me next time.

Indian Political League

What is hot in news? IPL and Politics.

The former has been running for a while and has become a little boring. Time for adding some spice up to the news and here you get a lot of it. 

When the whole world waits for the finals tomorrow of the Indian Political League, there is more than a regular drama happening out here. But that's not the end of this largest of its kind tournament in the world. Its just the beginning of the news season, a fresh season with fresh biddings in place. Its a big stage of opportunistic louts demanding a place in the team of "make money from home" union ministers.

For instance the captains of most of the parties demand a few seats in the cabinet, the safest business, make fast money, as much as you can and you are completely recession-proof. Plus you get free security for your money. They are also claiming the insurance over the past as their teams lost some legal cases by demanding the cases to be wiped off the records.

I think time is not far when BJP and Congress will have their own teams in IPL gaining enormous amount of publicity. Advani may then invite Manmohan to the pitch and challenge his skills. Rahul Gandhi receives an enormous support as the youth leader who the audience thinks can move his body around the field. That might also ask Jaya for a fitness test :| and she would be more than ready for it. Sonia & Priyanka can definitely cheer their team performing some essential backstage roles ;). Offcourse they have spokespersons too who will take up the position of commentators and fight a verbal battle there. And don't you think that the international stars wont get a place in their teams. Imagine a traditional political turban on Hayden going around Haryana and promising them reservations for Jats. And Monty Panesar supporting the Akalis. There is a point, isn't it? Very soon a bill will be passed in the parliament duly approved by our sincere president that international cricketers can avail Indian citizenship and file nominations for the General elections. And then as one of my mates said, our PM will  no more be desi. That's interesting! 

Now there are some serious security issues when they go to the field without their A,B,C... class security and bullet-proof BMWs. So our home minister and National Security Advisor suggest that they don't want to exhaust the Indian Security forces and put a proposal in front of the Election Commission to host this game outside the country! Ah..haan...Quite Possible!

AAh.. all this crap and why not if there is a lot more happening in the minds of our incredulous politicians. This has become as cheap as the actual IPL where a team which says "korbo lorbo jeetbo" is fighting hard to keep its position lowermost screaming aloud "lorbo morbo harbo". So  much of cheap shit brought to you by the Indian Political League, the largest in the world. Ain't you proud of it?

One more point, this extravagant event will be displayed live tomorrow @ places across the world in big screens.. They really need some entertainment.

The 1000 oaks

A long weekend at work is over

And its nine, it’s a Friday night

The music I enjoy by the door

Am I dreaming, or just feeling light?

“Welcome again sir”, the routine smile

He gives me a seat, asks for order

The men I see walking by the aisle

Women beside make the air warmer.

 

“Make it the color of fresh peach

For the lady, a sex on the beach

One pitcher, the best you can make

Not like the face you often fake”

The music I enjoy with my lady

It’s not very dark, just a bit shady

Country rock is on the list tonight

Showing the great American might.

 

I drink not for me, not for love and peace

I drink not for the smiles and sorrows

It leaves me dead, it leaves me silent.

 

Its past nine, it’s a Friday night

I just drink to this unending plight

Of families left behind, of kids orphaned

Of the sons lost or left handicapped

They reverberate a revolution in me

I care for them and the same does she

But within myself I go deep inside,

And whenever I peep, I step aside.

 

Where I come to live, I may die too

My steps just walk till the nearest loo

I read the alphabets on the window pane

“You must come out and buy again”

Now I just come to live here folks,

I admire the splendor, I love the essence

By the table of The Thousand Oaks.

Disclaimer: The name 1000oaks is derived from the name of a lounge bar in Pune. There is no similarity between the description in this poem and the actual place.

Not WIthout You

The dusk is glooming over the blue horizon

Waiting for the unforeseen dark, silent and serene

Under the orange moon, over the quiet meadows

You and me, sailing over the grey clouds

No destination but journey is what we know.

Tonight we beckon the dawn but not always

For years have arrived to depart in days.

A long way along the golden woods we take

For the bliss of life as death is never so far.

The heaven above is unlike the earth’s entropy

But the love pot will be spilled one day.

I don’t pray, I just wish and I just hope

To row my boat over the winds to the stars

Touch the sky and wait there for you in solitude

Till the eternity when your soul would kiss me;

For your loss is unbearable to my faith

The emotions would grant me an unwished death

Death of the heart with limbs free to move

The fear I never would challenge alone.

Untitled!

I’m unwaged no more this December,

Will gulp the beer with my daily burger.

I’ve got a job, one dollar a day,

Will increase to three by the end of May.

Next Sunday when I get the coins in hand

I’ll go to the store near my remand;

Buy a bunch of roses, yellow and red;

Write with a blue ink my love unsaid.

You were a good friend, you are rich,

You are my love, that’s the only hitch,

You bear the royal blood my princess

And mine from a warm heart is no less.

I’ve a wage and I’ve the courage

To let my love out of the steel cage;

I know you adore me too, I know

Your silence is for my mercy I know.

I’m alive to earn, to buy us the dream;

When I’m done, I’ll melt the iron beam.

I’m learned, I’m in the jailhouse library;

Daytime they treat me good and are merry.

By the moonlight I serenade my songs

And I play music with a set of tongs.

I know the notes reach you in your sleep

And in your dreams you silently weep.

I’ve committed no sin but to love you;

The roses are forming a daily queue;

Someday they’ll touch your soul;

The thorns I’d use to dig like a mole.

And I’d be free; I’d be hated by all,

But I’d love you till our lives fall.