He was a shy child and books were all that he loved. there were lands he knew well and people he felt close to; he could relate to them. Everything was easy, everything so clear.
He was a shy child and he had to go to school. the teachers were boring and the games meaningless. Nothing was easy, everything so blurred.
He was a child no more..yet he loved his books..he knew their customs and their stories so well...he was the narrator..he was the joy of their lives.
A child no more..he had to venture out..lost in the blanket of people..he knew not their language and their rites and joys.
He travelled far and wide...into the depths of his stories..crossed centuries...was no stranger left..who did not know his name.
He was stranded..on his own..a small dot..and no one knew his name.
Aged by now..the books were his bones...had all he wanted and knew all his lives well
Aged..nothing left of him..knew nothing of his life..and no fulfillment of demands.
That was how he lived..Content to be known..yet unknown
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Time
Just too less to do anything and still a lot to waste; What an inherent dichotomy of the self...Lessons learnt but never put into place...Its only time that I can waste again...
Friday, August 7, 2009
Unfinished Revolution
Have been doing this history project on Naxalbari and the peasant revolution...so just jotted down some lines on the peasants...once left, could never come to finish it, so its an unfinished piece...who knows I might just finish it, once the darned project gets done!!
Of all the lilies in the haze
And the roses in the throes after
Of things that we held dear
And those that were strewn aside
There was a time, there was a place
you were there and so were the plains
It rained then, the drops were warm
And the path felt true
We were young..Ah we were young
Not many seasons have since passed
And you and I look no different
there is a time, there is a place
It still rains, but there is a chill
The plains once green, lay bare
Only silence rules the hills
Look what we have done
Where sweat tilled, blood has come
To undo what centuries had wrought
In space and time, we were free
Full of belief, and conviction true
The plain followed, tides arose
Of pains we never knew
We were true, but lightning struck
Our vessel shook, people ran amok
Revolutionary we all were..
Oh what revolution we brought along
Tears then, Tears now
We talked of change, change has come
The peasant knows and the peasant burns
To undo what centuries has wrought
Of all the lilies in the haze
And the roses in the throes after
Of things that we held dear
And those that were strewn aside
There was a time, there was a place
you were there and so were the plains
It rained then, the drops were warm
And the path felt true
We were young..Ah we were young
Not many seasons have since passed
And you and I look no different
there is a time, there is a place
It still rains, but there is a chill
The plains once green, lay bare
Only silence rules the hills
Look what we have done
Where sweat tilled, blood has come
To undo what centuries had wrought
In space and time, we were free
Full of belief, and conviction true
The plain followed, tides arose
Of pains we never knew
We were true, but lightning struck
Our vessel shook, people ran amok
Revolutionary we all were..
Oh what revolution we brought along
Tears then, Tears now
We talked of change, change has come
The peasant knows and the peasant burns
To undo what centuries has wrought
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