everything has changed

a figment of my imagination..
this is for you jo, thanks for appreciating it!
:)


Everything has changed. Everything.
Why i wonder, while i watch the world spin by
it feels like i'm in one of those movies where as one stands,
everything else rushes by
everyone else rushes by
not stopping to look, not stopping to feel, not stopping
not my pain, not my fear, not me

i can hear the tidal waves
wash ashore my dreams
thrashing against my hopes
breaking loose all my ties
all that's left are my footprints on the wet sand
to show the path i tread
and those too
shall disappear soon under the froth

the white cloth drags
the burden weighs down upon me
i hear a voice, i hear my name
he can see me, he can feel me, he knows me.....does he
the shadow moves closer..
yet something pulls him away..
he wants to reach me..to touch to kiss to hold me
alas, only if he didn't have his own path to tread
that was so very different mine...

i smile..the only thing i could do.
i had always known, just that i never knew
i turn away..make my way to that stone
that stone that i had always dreamt of sitting on
i dreamt of watching that sunset..holding his hand

i sit watching love float by in twos before me.
the sun sets..my vision hazy
my fingers, meant to entwine with his..
screaming out to the cruel world
that selfish bastard who made me stand naked in the light
i pull the trigger..............................

i tread my footsteps back
the white cloth drags but i feel nothing
i feel nothing at all
not my pain not my fear not myself
i run away into the night.. i sing for joy
i see you in a distance...i see you..walking alone
and i do the only thing i want to do..i smile.

Everything had changed. Everything.


Note: This poem has been inspired from William Wordsworth's poem The Tale of Life.

RAIN - A QUEER PHENOMENON !!

Life...... a strange humdrum affair where even a few moments of peace snatched is given heartfelt acknowledgement. But.. at times... you do need an incident.. a natural blessing.. to spark off that feeling of inner peace and awakening of the "inner" eye - a much welcome break from the slumber of our routine.

"Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby." - Langston Hughes

A strange phenomenon - rain - isn't it? I gazed out of my window this evening.. and wondered.. how each drop... as if caressed by a supernatural existence.... trickles down the cheeks of the clouds.... but with a purpose.... a purpose to rejuvenate our minds... a purpose to quench the thirst of those withering leaves and make them gleam with vitality... a purpose to kiss the ground as if an invitation to add to the liveliness of nature it wishes to blossom.

Rain.. has a strange relationship with life as well. Just as we should take along the puddles of mud along with the mesmerizing scenic wonder the rain offers, we should take along the obstacles in life with the joy of living each day of it to the fullest. Criticism in life, could take a leaf out of this natural phenomenon's notebook as well... criticism should be gentle, nourishing the growth in stature of man rather than destroying his roots and making him crib at his own existence. Rain is not simply a creation to keep the people forecasting weather from being jobless.... it is a signal for renewal and replenishment of life from its daily chores.

Rain... does play a role in the incitement of another emotion - love. Its the perfect stage.. the perfect moment.. drops of rain creating the ambience for the unity of two souls... which no Bolly movie can efficiently and successfully define...ever. When you're in love.. they say every object becomes a metaphor - The sky crying symbolizing the pain of departed and incomplete love.... the dark clouds making you lost in a maze of thoughts of your loved one...

So well... yes... rain is simply not the outcome of precipitated clouds if you look at it in the broader and deeper sense. It relates quite closely to our life cycle.. to our well - being... becoz in the end... the onus is always on us and our spirituality.. and always has been. So -

Rain rain, dont go away... do come back another day.. and relieve us of our day to day burdens... to live our lives the "jolly" way.