BORNFREE

Soaked in sunrays,

Frothing the sea waves,

Digging our toes in the beach,

I saw in the distant horizon, the wobbling boats ,

The playful children on the sands ,

The colossal azure like a canopy

Encompassing all leaving none behind

Like Mother Mary ,

Securing her children to her breast,

But my restless soul seeks no fetters,

I cherish to break free from this Mortal Earth

Wander like the vagabond to distant lands ,

Filled with enchantments, magic and fun,

Where dancing stars twinkle ,

Fairies and angels mingle….

This poem is for my pa and mamma who have nurtured me and initited me to the mystical lands
of LOVE IMAGINATION & CREATIVITY

SPIRITS OF SPIRITS

The men of blood and flesh from ages believed in spirits. Spirits that were worshipped, loved, feared and what not. It has been a part of every household; hearts of all child and adults alike from the very inception. India a magical land, has served a variety of Spirits – Anecdotes, tales associated with them. It has in turn strengthened our beliefs in their existence. This led different cults having diverse opinions about the rules that guide their World. But all paths merge at a common point- Superstition in other words Blind-Faith.

Superstion is the Highway to reach Spirits. And this Highway has undoubtedly been renovated expanded and modified according to the wills and needs of a group of men-termed as the Champions of Spirits. These men were earlier chosen by merit then by skin, caste and now by wealth gradually as we move along the time-axis from the early Vedic ages through the later Vedic age to the modern times. The Champions of Spirits have the cure for all maladies. Maladies that are personal professional…Often this has led to metamorphosis of the spirit of Spirits in manifold processes. These transformations have been brought about for the same old purpose- that is individual gain. From the perspective of Spirits probably they may feel that their soul is no longer free.

ALAS ! their World is reigned by Superstitions that are made by, made for the men on Earth. Spirit of Spirits has nothing to say thus….

THIS IS COOKED WITH SLIGHTLY CRAZY FLAVOURS AND RARE SPICES FROM THE SECRET GARDEN IN MY MIND HOPE ALL OF US HAPPILY GORGE UPON THIS DIFFERENT DELICACY AND GET GA GA ABT IT LOL SABBYA !

हे राम LIKE LEAVES ON A BROKEN SHORE, WAITING TO BE DISPERSED BY THE WAVES,
LIKE CHILDREN IN SCHOOLS SOON TO JOIN COLLEGE,
LIKE MEN IN THEIR SEVENTH STAGE OF LIFE SOON TO UNITE WITH SANS,
SO SHALL WE BE ALL DEMOLISHED AND RUINED ONLY TO FIND US DESERTED AT THE GARDEN OF EDEN ALL ALONE ALL SOLITARY
ONLY TO BE JUDGED BY HIM BY OUR ACTIONS,
HUNGRY AND WASTED WERE WE ALL ALONG BUT THE TASTE TO TOUCH THE SUPREME NEVER LET US BE born free ,
ALWAYS UNDER THE SHROUD OF FEAR THAT WE SHALL BE SOON BE ENGULFED BY THE DEVOURING horror OF evil SO PRAYED SILENTLY TO THE EVER MERCIFUL goD!!!!!!


Love NEVER TOUCHED ME AS ALL OF U MIGHT HAV EXPERIENCED , NOR HAS PASSION EVER BEEN FELT , SQUEEZED WERE MY THOUGHTS ALL ALONG , TODAY I RELEASE MY ACTIONS UPON U , THRUST ME O GOD TELL ME WHERE I WENT WRONG,
KEEP ME NAILED SO THAT I NEVER DARE TO BELIEVE IN YOUR SANS EXISTENCE,
KEEP ME HATED , UNTOUCHED , SCATHED ,AND RAPED SO THAT ALL THOSE INNOCENT VIRGINS IN THE WORLD KEEP ME AS AN EXAMPLE TO LET NOT THE YOUNG MINDS DARE TO SET FREE THEIR MINDS TO TREAD UPON THE EERIE HALLS OF SELF EXPRESSION , NEVER DEAL WITH LIFE NOT AS DICE GAME BUT AS A PREDETERMIND PLOT…. A CINEMATIC EXPRESSION WHOSE ARCHITECT IS NONE OTHER THAN THE SUPREME BEING!!!


O LORD I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE SO SMART AND SUAVE, I ALWAYS BELIEVED THAT UR EXISTENCE AS A FOLLY OF THE MASSES AND HAD MY BELIEF IN SCIENCE BUT NOW AS I REALIZE THAT THE LIFE IS A DICE GAME THAT HAS MADE US ONLY ACTORS OF THE GAME TO BE IN ROLES SET ASIDE BY YOU AND HAVE BEEN GROSSLY WRONG WITHG MY RATIONALE!!

TODAY I SILENTLY CRAWL ON THE COLD DESERT, WAITING FOR MY TURN TO COME, MY heart WEEPS GENTLY BEHIND FOR THE MESS THOUGTH OF BY HIM…OR .IS IT SHE?

MAYBE GOD YOU ARE A WOMEN AND SO IS THE DIVINITY IN US A FEMALE EXPRESSION THAT IS ALWAYS BELIEVING IN REPRODUCING... SO DID I PRODUCED WHAT I HAD LEARNT IN BOOKS...TO BE LOGICAL CONCEPTUAL.MY BLOODY FEMALE MIND COULD NOT UNDERSTAND THAT IT iS ALL AN IMAGE OF THE REALITY MADE TO ILLUSION US .. THE REALITY IS PREDETERMINED...ONLY a HANDFUL TO SUCCEED AND WE TO BE HERE TO CRAWL ALL OUR LIVES AND LICK THE SO(U)L(E)S OF THOSE ABOVE F0R OPPURTUNITIES ARE MADE IN HEAVEN .. FATE IS THE KING MY LORD AND ALAS FATE IS THE KEEP OF UR DOMINIONS ………

My Dues Cleared

Amidst green valleys, on a rocky ledge stood the Roys along with their kin admiring the natural beauty of the place. Mr. Roy had been to Dehra once, when he recalled was no larger than little Romy and then had little interest in mountains, for he feared of height. As Mr. Roy conveyed these details, Suman chipped in saying “Altiphobia had been a family thing ” (which she had learnt from her mother-in-law) and graced God that her little-ones had been spared. Romy and Bonny chirped imitating the sounds that echoed the place. I guided them downhill describing the gurgling brook that awaited us. The children hurriedly rushed to the banks (despite Suman’s warnings) and dipped their white soft hands and drank mouthful only to shoot water jets at each other .The scene reminded me of my encounter with a baby elephant in Digboi, who bathed herself using her trunk as a shower ….Ha! Ha! …I laughed my heart out and the children laughed at it. Then all five of us laughed to our hearts’ content. The game continued for sometime as we relished the shade and company of the blue above and beside. A story-telling session followed which I am sure the family enjoyed. Meanwhile Suman unpacked the ham-sandwiches, sausages and fresh tomatoes served with boiling coffee that was kept in thermos. We gratefully lapped all of it fine and cleared up the mess. The children loved doing chores (given a opportunity) and washed the plates in the stream .we strolled further in the wood-lands and a drizzling rain pattered on our backs. Raindrops had always enchanted my senses. I could see that joyous reflection on the young faces. Suman and children preferred to relax outside in the garden. Mr. Roy cleared my DUES and offered a cup of tea. I rejoiced the tea with the children going merry-go-round. I would soon leave but lacked the note of satisfaction. I got up the chair (reluctantly)…”

“ Uncle, Uncle come here.. (Cried the little angels). Romy and Bunny leapt on my lap and planted a gentle kiss. I HAD MY DUES CLEARED !!

The above piece was written under the influence of the magical worlds woven by Sorcerers of different lands …. Paulo , Bond , Richard Bach…others .It is dedicated to the young spirits of innocence who believe that every soul is potentially divine .

TOOTHY IS BACK

The raindrops pattered against the tainted glass. Sohini peeked outside, it was dark and everything standstill. “Mamoni, Close the windows or you will catch cold and miss school”

Sohini thought it would be fair enough to catch cold as long as it gives her the chance to skip MR. Ghosh”s boring history lessons. Sohini loved Fridays and Mondays – for they gave her an opportunity to meet her friends at the garden – Mrs. D’souza the gardening-instructor showered upon her motherly affection and the little girl used to reciprocate the warmth by taking good care of the siblings at the garden. –The large yellow dahlias, the bouquet of roses in various shades of red, baby-pink and yellow, the conspicuous marigolds in bunches, the orchids…

“ Isn’t it marvelous to gorge upon their beauty” she whispered in Subhayu’s ears.

Blue eyes, curly hair trimmed short, fair complexioned with spectacles dangling from his neck. Subhayu was a perfect prankster had fun chasing the squirrels, trampling the bushes in turn, plucking the dahlias, stealing eggs from the bird’s nest at the garden.

“ STOP! I say Please leave her alone,” implored Sohini but the young lad was nowhere to be found.

It was a white furry creature with ears cocked, brown eyes, wet pink tongue that licked the white paws. Sohini called her Toothy and wished to pet her. Mrs. D’souza later informed us toothy was a rabbit. Subhayu wanted to take her home, so as to show it to his friends in the neighborhood. Toothy had sharp teeth liked nibbling nuts, fruits. Subhayu though disliked timid Sohini for her constant pestering and found her ridiculously strange. But they were best friends, exchanged secrets and traded their marbles amongst each other. Subhayu claimed an equal half of her tiffin and offered in return to escort her to the bustand. Sohini feared the black dog (whom she called Foxy) who dwelled on the pavements of the bus stop. Foxy had once tried to bite her when she tried to feed him. Foxy thought otherwise and had chased her.

Sohini however loved Timmy- Subhayu’s pet dog. Timmy was large, hairy, ferocious and agile. The trio were great chums and enjoyed their hols together. Last week they camped on the hill at Kinnings’s backyard that was left deserted after Mr. and Mrs. Kinnings left for Finland where their son had settled. The hill had a spring at the base dotted with cherry trees.

This weekend she was all-alone as Subhayu had been cross with her. He had asked her to paint her a portrait of Tom Sawyer for he had promised to his gang that he will be drawing one himself and better than anybody amongst them. Sohini was good at painting lessons but some how she messed up with Tom’s portrait.

She just forgot to draw Tom’s beloved knife.

“ How silly you can’t even think of Tom Sawyer without his knife Sohini” fired Subhayu. Now he was just mad at her.

“ I shall draw you a rabbit, a giraffe. Oh please don’t be angry” begged Sohini.

Mom could sense something fussy but ignored such matters for the children to deal themselves.

Sohini took up the receiver Hello! May I talk to Tom err..Subhayu; Auntie

Yes said the voice from the other end.

Hallo! Sohini, (lowering his voice) I have got toothy in the bedroom, will you like to have her back in your garden. Sohini’s eyes sparkled at those magic words, Oh! She is back, lovely! Can I see her now No tomorrow; I will be building a house for her said Tom.

Sohini kept he receiver “Ma! Toothy is back”


THE ABOVE PIECE I PENNED DOWN WHILE I WAS STRUGGLING WITH MY ELECTRODYNAMICS COURSE AND SUDDENLY I WANTD TO RUN AWAY TO DISTANT LANDS THAT HAVE BEEN A TRUE ECSTASY TO MY SENSES AND I REALY ENJOYED IT PLEASE TELL ME HOW U ALL LIKE THIS !! LOL SABBYA

All In Dead Silence

JANUARY

Dusky complexion, pouting lips wearing bright lipstick, cajoled eyes of a dancer...Sameer was describing his Dream date. (Soha interrupted)

I feel you have awkward choices. Dusky complexion and bright lipstick.. Quite rubbish ...crap (sarcastically)

(Suresh butted in)

Hey Soha! Why do you feel hurt after all there’s an ol’ saying “ Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder’’ and….

(Soha raised her voice)

Why the damn shit I care for ANYONE….You perverts, Condemned creatures…. You all are losers ….

(holding her head) Oh! JESUS! What have I done to myself?

Please forgive me Lord! (Tears rolled down her cheeks)

The door creaked, breaking the silence that reigned.

APRIL

A girl with fair complexion, sharp features, large eyes laced with mascara peeped.

Another one to the dominions of devil … muttered Soha under her breath as she felt the needle go in.

Sameer approvingly nodded at the entrant and she walked past the corridor to the table.

(Introducing herself)

‘I am Trisha and would like to join your group. Please let me in!’

Oh! She wants to be initiated.

And there are rules that guide our worlds …. (Suresh exclaimed)

‘I promise to abide by all rules’ promised she.

Tell me why should we take you? (fired Soha)

A moments pause

‘I am virgin, gorgeous, and rich’ (the girl chirped)

Sameer felt excited

LOOK! (He pointed at her) I mean not her looks her words. Soha don’t you feel “Virgin” and being “Rich” are images at variance! But she said that and it shows genuine substance in her.

He turned to the girl “Trisha you would be my girl. You are one of us”(as he uttered these words he gently bestowed her the First Needle down her veins)

JULY

Soha unnerved sank to the sofa. She awaited attention as a baby pines for milk. She gulped her MILK and dropped the rest on the floor.

(None noticed her)

Trisha was the cynosure of the gang from this day and age. She observed us keenly –The crew in action.

( Penned in her diary) ‘We lazily spent the mornings, then the afternoons lingering, followed by the evenings. But nights was when we went most active.’ So she termed us “Nocturnals At Work” alias NAW.

We gangsters ventured in the dark, partying, drinking and dancing. Every night we made new Friends-acquaintaces who were known and some unheard of. Some wanted to stick together but we did not some didn’t and we maneuvered them until they got initiated.

To quote Soha “…tempted to touch the unscathed souls and squeeze their virgin powers from within”

OCTOBER

But , we were in trail of ‘The Architect’ and thus like ‘creatures of dark’ we went to enchanted places adorning an eerie aura of mysticism for we assumed that

‘The Architect’ dwelled such spaces.We could sense “The End” mark lurking behind us.Yet, we wished to dilate time, to experience the unexperienced and unveil the forbidden. ‘The Architect’ was The One who knew the potion to rejuvenate the spirits within that would grant us to postpone the “Final Bell”. Fuel was to run out soon, the body would fall on moist earth then to be wrapped and packed only to be sent ,

Up Above To The World So High

Like A Diamond In The Sky

The “Original Sin” had guided us to the dungeons of death. Treading the dark alleys we would be soon knocking ‘The Gates’. Lust has carried us so far so deep…. Fate permits no homecoming anymore. Adieu Friends

DEC 31^ST

The above pages are from the diary found in the closet of Room no. 09 in Newstow Sanatorium by Rohini (nurse by profession and my fiance).

An Audio Cd marked ‘HOTEL CALIFORNIA-Eagles’ was stuffed in the diary.

The track is playing in my music system and the diary lies on my lap.