Last hope

He took a mould and tapped my head
packed me pristine and thus he said
"You are my last hope, go live your life"
and he sent me down, all on myself, all too naive
and I was unpacked and shown the world
that how we spin in this morbid whirl
and I guess I inherited a guiding light
which helps me cope in this gloomy night
I am HIS son, and I know that well
and I will do my bit, my bit for this hell
but how I wish, I was not his last hope
will this last forever? my mind says - nope!

The return

Sitting lifeless, in a state of brood
confines so cold, and emotions so crude
that is when I hear a knock
picking up the splinters and unwinding the lock
I pick myself, rearrange my bits
moved forward emerging from the pits
Inundated with second thoughts, hesitation in gait
what's on the other side, I followed the bait
With trembling hands I open the door
and I see my old friends - humanity, love and a few more.
The void had killed me a thousand times
and conscience spurned by demonic chimes
My existence bled everyday caught in a timeless maze
how I wished they were back to rid this haze
Bedazzled I stand, and anxious to invite
for the first time I'm gonna love, and I'm gonna love their deride!

Faces of pain

Ah, there's so much to wonder!

a feeling of life, why do I sunder?

why the glum is so different in your eyes

when I have seen all the brazen skies

I see here the pride in pain

but why is it for you, an object of bane

Cathartic mission

Finally I sit down to write something worthwhile, something different than my crappy piece of thoughts penned down as work of ill-formed parody! This recourse to the blog domain has been a bit delayed, but timely nevertheless. I was a bit preoccupied with things at my end. Too many things on my plate, but I was never going to miss my desserts.

So here's how I got the impetus. One fine day I woke up to the news of Uncle Sam doing something extraordinary. Years of research being stuffed into a missile, whose only aim would be to travel thousands of kilometers away from the earth and dig a hole so deep into that lifeless natural satellite of ours, that it might take years altogether to fathom its depth! Did I say lifeless moon? Had it been so, I wouldn't have given it a damn to be keeping myself awake at this point in time to write about this astronomical feat. I was later on told by my friends that the electronic media went ga-ga over the munificence of NASA to invest so heavily on this project. I was also informed the missile was designed to pound its surface so hard that plumes of debris will be visible kilometers above its surface. And as expected, none of these happened on the contrary!

I know, it will be another pat for the mankind - and a huge uplift for its continual endeavor towards superiority over anything tangible. Omnipotent as a word can now rest in peace. We are here to redefine our rules, the meaning which transpires out of the circumstances we are in and most importantly, the stark reality of our callous attitude towards other forms of life. Erudite we have become, and its affectation has transcended few boundaries. And when I talk in a manner descried as "holier than thou", I am supposed to represent a sect of "poor little things" on this planet, who are cynical about what we can do in our authority of being "human beings" and ones who can seemingly attempt to thwart the rolling juggernaut.

But with due respect to those with ulterior motives, I am not going to while around being a couch potato - waiting to be bathed in the realms of "extraordinary science" and rejoice over our extra terrestrial reach. If I proclaim to be responsible, I have to get up and question the legitimacy of our modern conduct. We can't always be thinking about ourselves!

So this "moon bombing", as I choose to call it, made for an interesting rave and kept everyone's imagination in a fizzy. I for one, started with the mechanics and dynamics of the missile used for this project. And then the next object under my purview, our dear moon, made me think. The scientists had gone ahead with this mission assuming that no life existed on its surface. But what if they were wrong? The mission entailed research in upcoming months into the contents of the debris extracted out of moon's surface. What if it shows that it had some life forms at the time of the bombing? Who's going to take up the responsibility? Even in the case of something being found, I presume we could simply wash our hands off, thinking that it doesn't affect us in any way!

I know it may sound a bit presumptuous to be questioning a community on something whose results are not entirely known. My greatest fear is the fear itself getting realised into reality. We may not feel the pain as human beings, but would like to ask everyone to think over this scenario:

An alien warship sinks into the US creating a crater equal to the size of a football field - and mind you it's not an accident but a part of the mission. Is it still so hard to sympathize now?

Been there, seen that!

So one more time, India were ceremoniously shown the door in a multi nation ICC event! Nothing new in that if you care to have a look at our travails endured in getting ourselves ousted at the drop of the hat. Some of it may seem to be too mundane to even merit a discussion! But I am not the type who keeps a sucker-punch ready only when our team isn't exactly in its best shape. I count on them, even when they have demoralised me umpteen number of times. There seems to be an oddity so inherent that you start living with it rather than trying to find ways to counter them. So where did we go wrong?
Our team has what it takes to reach the pinnacle of success; you name the ingredients and you have it. So, why have we found ourselves limping off the track at a stage when ruthless champions are expected to march on nonchalantly? Is it that the infamous "Chokers" tag has found a more deserving candidate? A subject of intrigue is what I have decided to ponder over!
The solution to this seemingly tough conundrum is right in front of you, if you care to remove the veneer of amazement. Our bowling attack looked orphaned even in the presence of seasoned campaigners like Bhajji. There is not even an iota of doubt that our bowling attack is very young, both agewise and maturity wise. But ditto for our neighboring country Pakistan! Teenagers like Aamer were seen dictating terms to even the best batsmen in business. One bowling spell is enough to inspire the whole team and Nehra knows it better. He bowled his heart out only to see others getting spanked all over the park. With due respect to Ishant and his heroics down under, he seemed to be half as good as what he had promised to be when he was firing all those missiles at Punter. A raging bull he was, and a tame lamb he proved to be in this tournament. Accolade is like nursing water to the seed called talent. What grows out of it is recognition. Your job doesn't end there as few others would know better. The real battle starts now, when you have to let this sapling grow into a monolithic tree, which will bear fruits for ages to come. For inspiration, look at the monolithics named Gavaskar, Kapil and more recently Tendulkar. With age on his side, Ishant has a long way to go and we can only hope that he keeps his will intact even in trying times like these. The youngster will do well with this harangue for now.
Bhajji is an enigma, not only to me but I hope to a lot many. With every weapon in his artillery, he should be expected to bulldoze his opponents 8 out of 10.
Were these just "off" days for him? Time will only tell.
As much as we rue over our wasted effort in the bowling department, we have another demon waiting to greet us with buttery hands. Ones into twos, twos into fours is not some algorithm to deduce new numbers, but the munificence of our fielders in giving away the runs at will. Few flashes of brilliance is what we are used to witnessing. You see, being an Indian fan is not so easy with all the switches between those adrenaline pushes, anxiety, frustartion and elation!
Batting wise this team looks competent enough, so nothing to worry much on this front.
So all in all, we have the magic potions ready to be delivered. What we need is a sincere effort to use them and work cohesively to bring up a unit which performs beyond its potential any given day.
I am sorry if my writeup appeared to be a tirade against my team. I never intended to do that. I love this team very much and want to see it succeeding every which way. My two cents were only to state the obvious, if you know what I mean.

That's me

I woke up one day
to see my soul incarcerated
entangled in chains, strangulation imminent
why the dawn came so late to rid my emotions inebriated

I wish to sleep again
lay there in darkness, bed callousness
something's so enticing about dark
the sooty soul enlivens the darkness

I swam across the unholy waters
bereft of hope and full of commotion
I touched the banks sans belief
without love, without devotion

The heart descries love
the forgotten art to live
I hesitantly make a move forward
to ride the hope, and learn to give

Kiss of death!!

here I come to sniff a change
never felt before, ready to derange
a concussion of mind, yet so divine
feeling the moment, it is on cloud nine

vagaries of life, they're too mundane
break the shackles, those emotions so sullen
you want to breakfree, riding on an adamant faith
that's when you realise, it's the kiss of death!