Hope

Streams of silence
Broken by that hollow log
Hope they called it
Floating down the stream

A moment too late
Or a moment too soon?
Time stood; bated
Hope they called it
Hollow; Clutching
With you
Floating down the stream

Away; without much ado
Holding it dear; Sometimes
Underwater you go
Yet afraid of letting the hollow go;
Uncertain you head
Hope they called it
Floating down the stream of silence.

Bambooed! As of now :)

Dire straits

Amid drops of dew

Early mornings

Staring back at you

Moorish eyes

And hawkish views

Loss of ideas

Quite a few...quite a few!

Circle

Its really a circle, innit?
Hopping from one to the other
but never far
too far
to move away
tangentially
to meet once
and then never again
Running around
Back
Wishing those soothing words
And seeing them transform
into nothingness
Make believe innit?
Almost got me though
Still
I say that
Within the circle
Its still a circle, innit?

The Heart

" A parting goodbye to those lingering doubts; do not come back to haunt me again; The pain is gone and only the bliss remains"


Lies in your depths
Every beat, every step
Full of lies
Or, half truths
As you might say
That spring of zero six
Sweet nothings
As it crooned to my ear
You promised forever
No other face
Just your smile
And you would lie
No matter what
But then,
Time passed
Seasons changed
It felt different, but
Same again
Another face
In its place
Apprehensive I am
But fall in line
It’s you, my heart
Treachery thine!

His RIver

Some lines for my Assamese friends; for their river and the way of life that is perhaps the end of a 'time'.

His River

On the banks of his river
He stands; A net in hand
Not any river
But the mighty Brahmaputra
Generations
Have called it home
The mighty Brahmaputra
Melancholy; he stands
The Ahom fisherman
Last of his line
Fated; Or Cursed?
To see the river die
His sons are far away
And they shall never know
The love and the pain
Of the patient stirrings
The legacy
Of the mighty Brahmaputra

You & Me

Relief?
A wayward jump
Into unguarded visions
Delusion?
Filled to the brim
With hopeful dreams
Starlit skies;
Bright
Expectation?
Only to find
A mirage
On oasis land
Perfection?
Encased in layers
Of stealth & sly
With a cloak of false;
False emotions?
Ah, You & me
Just a twirl of lies
Bound
By a starnge connection.

Time to change?

Some lines trying to portray the journey of an insurgent

To the self
Split up and confused
Dismembered beyond recognition
Change Perhaps
For a new vision.

Imagination astride
A new wave of motion
Far up, high in the skies
Stars; As if
Rational choices put up
Like points on a dart board.
Inviting; Seemingly close

Eyes closed; options anew
The stars are gone; darkness renews
Spoilt for choices once & now?
Not a fatherly voice to follow
Bearings lost; confusion rising
Books I held once
Bullets lay there now
Paths once dreaded
Now I tread

The stars have returned
not on the skies; But
On the bandana of my forehead
On the barrel of my gun
Dismembered beyond recognition
from the child I was
time ripe
For another change, A new vision

For this?

Some general lines on the political situation of my country.

Why? How? All of this??
Justify

The cacophony rises
Increasing
As if in tempo
The crescendo;
Not of music
But voices

Questioning
The leader in red
The general in green
The minister, with his
daura suruwal and cap on

The price of lives?
Thousands
Thrown into the pyre
Of dreams and change
Revolution
Some agreed, fully joyous
For others
Thrust upon

Either way,
Voices lots
and
Voices lost

A safe landing, agreed upon
The ones with the cap huddle down
Faces change, seems to be the same devils around
Demands change, people hit the crowds
Differing dreams, shattering lives
What has it come to?

All of this,
Has not come to naught
But
The pie has yet to come
Legitimate shares and years of toil
Oppression and change
Justice and Freedom
heavy words

live and let live, say some
but on what to live?
Two square meals hard to come by
For us to live, you have to let live
Confusion, Obligations and personal choices
Differing people, differing voices

What next? Nobody knows
Status quo?? Why the lives?
Justify
Questions start
The men huddle together
Red becomes green with the cap on
Merged into one, they carry on

Questions left
No one left to answer though
the ones at the helm
have had the change
No need now, for them to push on
Except for their own needs

Thousands, blood spilt
All over our hills
For what?? For this?
Words are less to express
The anguish
Of a future
where more lives seem to be going
to the pyre
For what?
For this???

Spurred by the rain?

An attempt, still incomplete. I dont know what exactly I was thinking about when I wrote this, so perhaps its best left uncompleted, as of now.

Falling rains on my window sill
Its cold; but not yet a chill
And there I am
Waiting for it to happen
Cause, I can hear lightning strike
Somewhere far away
Where the chill has set
So baby, baby lets get wet

Perhaps its time
To open the gates
And let in,
squeeze in,
flood in
All those feelings pent up
Stored, thrown away

[Falling rains..not yet a chill.] x 2

Confusion

My idea of trying to move away from the subject of love, parting and other similar fleeting emotions to writing something dark. Although, as the title suggests (both of the blog and the post, the emotions are confused but hopefully, it is dark enough to screaaaaaam along.


Confusion, Confusion
Up in Smoke, The whole Road
Complete Stretch
Burning...Burning

Blackened soot, Burning souls
Bleating voices, All around
Nothing but
Confusionnnnnnnn

Dark Clouds, Raining fire
Dying souls, Pleading
Pleaaading..
For their lives
Its the end, Plenty Change
Pleaaading...Pleeading

Confusion...
Darkness reigns, Lord’s prayer change
Oblation, Deep Dark red
Everywhere, Symbols new
Our Lord is, known to us few
Darkness..Darkness
Voices scream, Chaos
Confusion...Darkness

A Fool's Love

Another of the class posts, this time a take on this elusive emotion called love. Omnipresent yet surprisingly absent, the lines below reflect a melancholy past of me, hopefully more joyous in the future.

Its all in there
The story says it all
The start and the end
Everything, said and done
Every word
Every step
Every mark
That you made
Its all in there
Its just a fool’s heart
A fool’s world
A fool’s mind
Its only
A fool’s love

Classroom Musings/ Incomplete Lines

Some random lines penned in class and being posted during class.

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We were on a run
through the bush fire burn
Black clouds in the sky
There was a fire raging on.

Thumping heartbeats,heard so loud
Audible through the crowd
Of lions, tigers, blood eyed hounds

Razing through the jungle
Razing through our hearts.

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The sweet drama of youth
Innocence not yet lost
Such sweet dreams
Of places to visit
And lives yet to live
_____________________________________________________________

When Things were not so bad
And hopes were high
Prudence
You called out
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When we were young

Once we were young too,
And the skies looked new
Nothing seemed far,
Problems few.
Once we were young too,
Raring to go
Nothing to stop us,
Idealistic so.

Oh when we were young
Such ideas we had
And belief we held
In a world so mad

Seasons changed
Perhaps we were still young then
Did the vista look different?
Ideals still intact
Detached however
Unprepared we seemed
Suddenly
Caught out unawares
By the ugly one
Rearing, Feeding
Just inside
Making it known
Of a new ride

Of a ride so high
That ideals just tumbled by
Flew by, shredded to pieces
Bother to collect?
And sigh
Of a youth gone by
When ideals were high
And desperation nigh
No, not yet
No Stopping by

Once we were young too
Tinted visions
Sunny skies?
A collective rise?
An echo unheard
Yet a painful sigh
Bother to wait and collect
Perhaps reflect
In this maddening world
Of a time
When we were young?

Some Questions

No more games, No more lies
Money or love?,
Thats the question I am asking
Am I impossible or magnificient?
Thats the question you need to answer
Its now or never
And I am not playing
Questions, a lot you ask
And answers so many to seek
You don’t remember the last one
Do you?
Of so many things said
And misunderstood
A perennial drought
Or an overflow?
Never one to be caught out
Gone..
Long gone with the flow
Before this one has been answered too
And I am left
With the questions
The one I am asking

Maybe

Lets say all the things we never said
To begin with
Everything
Perhaps there is hope for us yet
Or lets just stay this way
Strangers Forever
Running away
On different seats by the window
I watch the sunset
And the sunrise you see
I dont know how to tell you
Thats not the way it has to be
But its all getting there
Where I am so easy to forget
Maybe it is the way it should be
You and me
Just the things we said
And
Strangers forever

Acquainted with the Night. (Robert Frost)

Wonderful lines, makes one realise solitude and loneliness and the need to share your thoughts and feelings.

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-by;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

What would you do?

If I were to die today
Would you look at me?
And think of those times
When it was just you and me
A smile cross your heart
And let a silent tear fall

Would you grieve for me?
Through the autumn and spring
No season right without me?
Look at our faded memories
In your heart
And hold them closer?

Random wish

On the beach
Where the waves crash
I see, I wait
Is it time yet?
The waves are not fierce enough
Nor the beach cold
The wind is still calm
Not a gale thorough
I wait still
The time is yet to come
For darkness to be entrenched
And for the storm to brew
And for me to look into your eyes
And just..wish you

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

Just a game

Some more random lines, again written during class hours

Wheeling and dealing
Clattering on the floor
Things go wrong, And
You fall back to the ropes
Buoyed back by those cries
On your feet, And
Back to those highs

But then, its
Just a game, my friend
Just a game.

Back and forth
things they run
Some steps back, But
The game moves on
Some surge ahead
Just as the game ends
As if,
Right on cue
Leaving those down, with
Lost chances to rue

But yet again, its
Just a game, my friend
JUst a game........