Spirit of a Feather

With all my work, I am not sure if I actually notice anything around me.
This happened a few days back while I was on my way to the office and was a bit late.

I quite fell upon a cute little "Bird" on wheelchairs, cheering his other little friends in the football ground. It is not something I readily capture, but there was a certain element of longing in his eyes, to fly in the middle of the match, that I could not overlook.

I am not emotional but this incident infected me for sometime.
The whole day I was immersed in the look I had observed.

It is then that I made it a point to pen it down...


Like a feather I fly with a 'tuft' of
- a wind/
Like a feather I dance to the song of
- a wing...

Like a feather I swing to the moods of
- age/
Like a feather I cling to the beard of
- sage...

Like a feather I head to the east or
- west/
Like a feather I made to the crest of
- zest...

Like a feather I float on a boat of
- dream/
Like a feather I gloat on a sundried
- beam...

Like a feather I joke with a storm
- Enraged/
Like a feather I soak on a stone
- Encaged !!!


Perhaps, the way of life in France is cosy enough for the kid to have an automated wheelchair, but it does not differentiate him from the less privileged kids back in India. Entirely, both are on the same plane of paralyzation to feel any better at their points of numbness.

Now, I feel more gifted than before and will pledge to complain a little less to God.

A feather in the wings of a bird wishes to engage the storm and be responsible for the consequences at its own free will rather than to shred from the wings in a cage.

Nobody is Invincible, but, without a challenge, nobody is Alive!

Jar-Gone

The word "Jargon" means a term or phrase which is above common usage because it is only understood in specific circles.

I beg to take exclusive privilege (of my own) to massacre this terminology to fit this composition. According to my understanding, anything beyond comprehension of a layman is a Jargon.

Now, Jar-Gone (as is seen from the Title of this post) intends to bring out the complexity in the development of a human brain, which is still now a matter of subject for many to master. Hence I am justified when I call it a Jargon or Jar-Gone.

You will sympathize with this caricature only when you delve into the following few lines...

# There was Jar in my head/
Like a coccoon it lay dead/
With the drop of reasons it fed/
Sucking the blood from veins till red.

# The moons passed from -> new to full/
Helping me to be a -> few to fool/
The message was clear -> never to drool/
I felt I was -> a bit too cool!

# Today the coccoon has coloured wing/
I feel it like a fluttering thing/
The Jar is still in my head/
The lid is gone as I had said.

# Now, "Empty vessels make more noise"/
As if I had any better choice...


The human brain grows from young to old, from energetic to sloth.
But I perceive it from a mere spot to an infinite speck in my composition.
It always treads on the thin line of the Known and Unknown calculations, challenging our our very existence every second of our life.

It has been my prerogative to listen to my brain over my heart.
Now it is time I advise you all to follow your heart ... for, when the coccoon flies out of your Jar, it will be yet another Jar-Gone!

Elegy of Technology

It decimates me, deceivingly, the value of education and the life we lead today and the pace with which we set off to complete our years.
Sometimes we do not gauge the purpose of our being. Sometimes we do not have a goal.
If we did not have the birthdays to celebrate we would not even stop to count our age!!!

Most of our objective is to stand in a line (very robotic!!!) and follow suit. For SURVIVAL.
I am also part of this mockery and I do not deny it.

But I find time to dream, occasionally, to change all that...

The erudite devil resident in me justifies the moral of my immaterial words.
The illiterate saint stands a step closer to accomplishing a lifetime of separation...

Reach out in the open land/
Far from the work-at-hand

The dreams of all the electronic flair/
Nourished in my blood with care

Seemed so futile at the wee hours/
Like Petals dried gray in flowers

Sent off to a Racing start/
From my comfy Rocking art

Struggle-fight-Show-thy-might/
Invincibly cast their delight

Every mile of lust uncast/
Earthly fevers of sarcast

Mirrors suggest a heavy chest/
Inner-Outer both unrest

Growing trauma of demand/
Parents-wife-children remand

Squared-off, the seasons moan/
Gathered riches or Happy loan?

Renting sorrow from a careless borrow/
Or, narrow-hollow from the wealth furrow?

The blackhole of successful ploy/
Eclipsed the lifetime of Joy

Mere suffering has less pains/
Second stands the heavenly gains.

U and Us

Friends, we often have trysts with visions of fulfilment that had in some way evaded us in the past and we would like to live in the shades of the memories.
Memories, some haunting - some soothing , but all give a hope of tomorrow when everything will be fine.

And, in this relentless quest for Tomorrow, for what we missed in Past, we waste a lifetime of energy and opportunity in the Present.

I have read Paulo Coelho, say, in one of his memorable works, "When you want something in life, the entire Universe conspires in letting you have it!".

I believe him, but I am, after all, Human. And, I cannot resist the lust to be careless, at times, though ...

# Thinking of you All night/
I had a dream in my heart

Like the sky dons the stars/
A sheet of dark velvet scarf

Spotted with the sparkle of your Laugh/
The brightness of your Love.

# So beautiful was this sight/
The moon stood a witness

The Sun forgot to Rise/
I kept watching - You kept laughing
The Night was so Quiet !

# All of a sudden, the dew of Love/
Fell on your hand

And shivering with excitement/
You strung on my senses

The faith in me was Shattered/
By the disbelief of Joy.

# Were it you, Or were your Not?/
Yes! I could feel you...
I could fight for you...

I could care for you no More/
No Mortal can ever Ignore you.

# But, tonight, you are mine/
Be mine forever ~

AND, The Romance of Success
Was All Around Me,
Unto the Silent Night.