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 .