Diabolic Agenda!

I was going through my poems the other day and found this series of poems i wrote on a satanic child or Satan's child! Wonder what had made me initiate writing it, but i guess it is the adolescent anger against the system. (I am still an adolescent if i may declare!)

The first one goes with the princess of some land being abducted and the satanic child is brought to the world through her! I don't think i had realised that it would turn into a series of 5 (and i do want to write the sixth one sometime!) at that time. But man its evil! I surprise myself at times.

But i do believe... Wont be able to write poems like i used to then. All the myriad set of words and their combinational play so as to derive amazing meanings are feelings!

Ah I wish i could write better!

Unity in Diversity!

I am distributing topics into two blogs now. This one for more personal stuff and moralredundancy.blogspot.com to foolishly criticize, comment and talk about stuff around.... The Intermingling Within and Without! :)

Mumbai

Yesterday i had to go to thane from dadar, the jam packed central line, where people hanging in the space between the train bogies is a common site. And there i was trying to find which is slow, which is the fast train.. finally i located a train which was starting from dadar, and it was full.

People hanging from the doors, a mumbaikar won't even look twice at them because its usual. But for me its always intimidating and marvelling both at the same time. Intimidating because of the risk and marvelling due to the tenacity of mumbaikars who travel daily in a similar fashion.

I let go two such overful locals!

finally boarded one which was full in the same manner but alteast i could get into it. This is a huge fast exodus. 30 seconds and about 50 people cram into a single bogie and mind you the people get down also in the same 30 seconds.. its maddening.

People push, some fall, luggage is thrown in different directions, fists might fly, shoulders might hit... no wonder we dont like rugby or american football so much... mumbaikars have to do this thing daily.. and yes even ladies have to! of course in the ladies compartment....

By the time i reached, which i found out was a slow train later on, it was already 10 pm. My crumpled shirt which i had forgotten to iron started straightening due to the pressure of people standing next to me. I know this sounds funny and yuck at the same time. Mumbaikars say that you can easily fall asleep without falling down in such full trains... :)

I attended the function and then again started on my way back... at around 12.20 am... Could not wait for long for a train taking me to dadar so took one which stops at Kurla (in between thane and dadar). Went to kurla and took the 12.51 am train to CST. 12.51 am and still quite a number of people in the train.. amazing mumbai.... it never sleeps... it just relaxes for a couple of hours.

I could have taken the cab back to Shivaji park from dadar station but it was 1.10 am and i felt like taking a walk to my room.

Mumbai in the night, taxi cabs along the road with drivers waiting for their fare, streetlights shining the streets polished clean by the heavy traffic, dogs lurking nearby barking occasionally, people like me travelling in the night... and silence.. which reminded me of the Simon n Garfunkel song - Sounds of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

Mumbai... its a pleasure to see it when its calm and peaceful.. just for a few hours of the early morning.. and then it gets back.. looking forward to another day!

Music

Thought that i might add in some things about the music i listen to.... enlisting some of my favourite bands...

• Audioslave
• Led Zeppelin
• Megadeth
• Metallica
• Pink Floyd
• Queen
• Rammstein
• System of a Down
• The Doors
• Tool

will write some more about music soon....

Another day!!

All around me are familiar faces

Worn out places - worn out faces

Bright and early for their daily races

Going nowhere - going nowhere

I run towards the bus, the driver tells me not to board from the front... go back... i run to catch and then jump. Take a seat, catch a breath... and exhale myself out... reaching outside, absorbing, trying to fill in the hollow that is me...

an old lady waiting for the bus at the next bus stop, wrinkled face folding years of thoughts, years of feelings, hopes and experiences... memories.... now just waiting for a bus which will take her to another place....

two little kids playing on the street, their mother looking after her other two kids.... love...

a cow tied to a tree on the footpath and its owner selling grass to people who then feed the cow...

people running towards their work... towards the coming day...

i breathe in, see myself... all confused, all scattered thoughts... like a little kid playing the picture mosaic game and misplacing pieces.... the sun in the water... moon in the house.... kids on the clouds....

and i try to channelize.... thoughts which pace and run, and i like a boarder at a station see them like a train moving fast without stopping at my station... and then the next train....

all this while the song Mad World by Micheal Andrews is running in my mind... wonderful song... very touching.... and i run towards the new day....

Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson

Look right through me - look right through me

Vacation!

Want to write what i feel, but what comes out are some lines of some song.... there is always a song for a particular feeling or if not the words it is the strumming of a guitar or a solo which can be associated with an innermost feeling.

Either that or i am consumed by music and lyrics.

Where are my own words? On a Vacation?

When i need a vacation more, my expressions go on a vacation!

Giant Wheel

'Lost in the Romance...
...Wilderness and Pain...'

Jim sang with The Doors, the doors from the outside in - or the inside out!

The body, The heart, The mind and The soul.... as abstract as the transition from romance to wilderness and through the doors....

The body as a system runs then feeds the heart, the heart works on its own but feeds the body. A give and take... and inside outside... the mind the next layer, the next strata...helping us overcome the physicallity and go outside and take things inside... Feelings... outside in...

The soul... thats the mystery, The Pandora's box... it goes from inside out and returns back to the core... Who knows what it is... the name of this blog was born of the same question... What is it? Unknown?

A giant wheel in the fun fair of this stage... All the colours, fragrances and visions... all but roundess in revolutions... spectators... just gape and grasp...

The food, The aroma... The juice... The energy... What do they do?

They affect the body and then the heart... Mould the mind... Satisfy the soul... Roundess and fullness... revolutions... centrifugal or centripetal... outside in... inside out... abstractions...

Illusions... deceptions... facts... interveawing... leading to abstraction...

The Doors... the gateway... derailed... but on track... as abstract... as the compromised meanings..

'The blue bus is calling us..
driver where you taking us..'

The Doors... suggesting... encapsulating... in a chrysalis... and releasing into a mist of insanity... curt yet fully dissolved... naked open... and absorbing it all... unrelenting...

Anger at times shows a way towards sanity as easily as it breaks the fence and leads to the blue bus...

Where?

'Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free...'

How?

'Waiting for a strangers hand...
in a desperate land...'

Redundancy.... Repetitions.... Revolutions...
'Save me...Save us'

Pity... shame... stone....
Stoned to sing...

'Come on baby take a chance with us,
meet me at the end of the blue bus'