Dear Listener....

[After 6 solid months of writers' block, I guess its a decent start...]

Words, many words woven into a  fantastic tale

 embroidery giving life to a tapestry, ornate

An anecdote to complement the best vintage wine

The frowns, laughs and sighs so perfectly timed

And the captivating melody of her mirthful voice

As she casts that unearthly spell with such ethereal poise

Oh listener, how perfect this evening seems

As you swallow the elixir of her childish dreams

And you wander, lustful, in her enchanted world

As she fuels her lies with well chosen words

And if ever she pauses for a slow sip of wine

Oh! how you die to hear how her fantasy unwinds

Oh listener, for a moment, break free of the spell

The truth is whispered behind the lies words can tell

Hear the clatter of the china when her white fingers shake

The tinkling of her jewels speak of the laughter she fakes

The rustle of her handkerchief, as she tries wipe her sweat

The  tapping of her high heels, the swishing of her plait

Oh listener, please listen to the story she tells

The one that she hides in words rehearsed so well

For such gruesome tales her voice cannot speak

And yet, beneath the lies, to speak her heart seeks

Its the truth, dear listener,that she wishes to share

Are you courageous enough to listen to her?

The only poem this blog will ever host

[This was written quite some time ago, its just time to post it...]

We sit on the bank of the river of time, or perhaps of timelessness

Our fingers inches apart on the ground, yet never touching

Too afraid of all the worldly meanings the action might betray

Yet what do I have to fear from you?

One who can look into my eyes and know the very depth of my soul

Who sees in my trembling hands all my insecurities

And dissolves them into nothingness by casually brushing my cheek

One who can trace the falling tear right into my heart

And while I weave a tapestry of lies to hide behind

I see my truth reflected in the silence of your gaze

How did you know me so well?

How did you awaken the lost little girl without a word?

How did you make your way through all those deliberate barriers?

Without breaking any of them, or at least not in consciousness

Who are you to me? Friend, Lover, Protector –

All the words seem so shallow and fake

For I have seen others play those parts, and play them well

Do you play them better? Not really, no –

Yours is a different role altogether, one not in the script

Like an actor never on stage yet forming the very essence of the play

In your words I find my existence reflected

Explained as if to a child, a simple yet magical dream

And yet I am afraid to ask you to repeat them

To look in your eyes when you speak them

Afraid of that one false note, that one flicker of gaze

Afraid it will all fall apart in jagged bloodstained shards

And there on the edge of the lost stream of time

I am afraid to reach out lest, I don’t feel your touch

Save yourselves, you fools....

I have a certain friend who I have been calling a narcissist on a regular basis recently. Is he one? Perhaps. But stop gloating will you, you are no better yourselves. I mean even when you dream up a higher power, you create him in your own image. Of course God looks like your great granddad, for what can he be, if not a wiser version of you?

Well, at least that is one thing we agree upon: wisdom is not your strength, mankind, so stop acting like it is. Your childlike fascination as of late has been caught up with the environment. "Save mother nature", "save greenery", "save the planet"! Yeah right! The planet will implode upon itself if you keep littering, won't it? Let me tell you something you bunch of narcissists, "thou shalt not destroy the planet, thou shalt destroy thyself."

Come here kids, let me tell you a story. Guess what its about? Dinosaurs! They were big and strong and roamed the world like kings, till they over-exploited their food sources and destroyed their own habitats. Did the planet suffer, no! It removed dinosaurs from its face. But you are different, aren't you? You are small and weak without your 'technology'; your special 'technology' that can destroy the World!

Keep dreaming people, for ignorance is bliss, and denial the heart of existence.To all of you who are out there trying to do mother nature a favour by saving her, here's a word of advice: "Think". For all those who think they are above the menial task of protecting the environment : "Think again." In short, realize that you really aren't the one doing the favour here. Let me explain in short simple sentences the exact effects of your indifference towards your habitat.

You will exploit resources thoughtlessly. You will pollute your surroundings further. You will get some flora and fauna extinct. Ecological balance will be destroyed. Nature will have had enough of you. Natural calamities will occur. You will not adapt to the changes in your environment. You, yes all of you, will perish.The planet however , with sunlight, water and oxygen, will recover from the wounds you inflicted upon it, will give birth to new life and continue her happy existence.

So my dear fellow human beings, here's a not so humble request. Stop acting like benevolent saints who do nature a favour by caring for her. Realize what's at stake. With the sole purpose of saving your own backsides, stop and think before you act. Try for your own sake to inflict minimal environmental damage. Try, in short, to save yourselves.

Cut and Polished

Everyone (except those paying for it) finds diamonds charming. The scintillating stones, in which specks of coloured light are entrapped, are enough to take our breath away. We stare at, we admire and we desire the diamond - but only after it is cut and polished.

Have you ever seen an uncut diamond? Maybe you have. But have you ever stared at it transfixed, desiring it above all others? Probably not. If you have, you have desired it not for itself but for what it can become.

When a diamond is cut, it is not done in one hard stroke, but in gradual steps. Piece by piece all that is undesired is chipped off the stone; every blow carving away a part of its being, eliminating a part of its self, its essence, yet rendering it more beautiful than before. As the facets are formed light begins to get internally reflected making the diamond shine and sparkle. With each facet the light is reflected back within the stone, until it is completely entrapped, confused and finally broken. The desperation of the broken light makes the stone scintillate with an ethereal restlessness that makes us hold our breath. More the number of facets, the prettier the diamond - more awe-inspiring with every confused attempt of the light to be set free.

Slowly, systematically, all imperfections are eliminated, every little flaw that gave the diamond its identity is polished away. With every stroke the stone resembles more closely the model of perfection, till it becomes a perfect replica of our perception of ultimate beauty. And then in a jeweller's window, it sits pretty, appreciated, envied, desired - a perfect cold hard stone.