'' D CIRCUS ''

The ringmaster wields a whip,

lasshhhhh... and rolls it,

its leather...

'oh so fine'.

He calls to the 'caged' animals on show,

'Hey ya all,

comeon now...

come now, fall in a line'.

They form a circle,

on his command..

a bemused look,

in their eyes...

standing on their paws,

a puzzle in expression still

they wait, for what comes...

ahead in time.

The whip then is lashed,

on someone's flesh,

on someone's back

done though, without too much sound...

then the lioness roars

shows her paws, and fiercely growls

and the rest agree,

as if..... spell bound.

The spectator stands too

in the line and into

the show...

he has a clear look.

He watches the master of the show

has a laugh, decides to go...

into the cage

to see what remains and whats been booked.

But alas all this

has had an effect,

clear and plaintiff,

the lioness just continued to roar...

For the ringmaster too,

its upped his pride & collar suit

and he got stuck, into it...

like a fool.

Yet, the animals no can bide

they have a soul,

they too have a mind..

so with time, away, they moved....

So if you were to catch them someday

break the wall, go in that cage...

You will still hear the master strike

and the lioness...ROARrr

In general, I am talking abt a group, any group where there is a ' I wanna lead' person... where he an say anything he desires get others to follow... like witty criticism or getting others to shut up quickly... and also somebody roaring to it... somebody vocal and strongly pushing his/her point.. whether agreement or otherwise... but then things just become just a debate and everything else including ppl are neglected... happens in OFFICE!!

and like a group, only the insiders of the group know the details... its like two ppl running a show involving others too, and the rest look like stupid spectators, made to follow because of the loudness of the other two

THE JOURNEYMAN

THE JOURNEYMAN

The Journeyman roams......

An end he does not seek...........

rest, he does not

sleep is rare

as is frivolous activity.

He seeks answers to his questions ....

Isnt that an end in itself???

maybe, he doesnt understand....

maybe... thats all he knows to do.

Does he enjoy his travels??

His ' mind' seems to agree....

his eyes dont...

he often complains of weariness...

He often looks tired & defeated.

Maybe, thats the way he knows to live.

Does he not like to win??

I have heard his liking for play....

maybe , comparisons seem unfair to him.

Maybe, losing the game ........

feels like redemption.

Does he not defend himself??

Yes he does, I am sure....

Maybe with ppl, he feels r his own....

Maybe with ppl he feels

he must stop.......

& observe.......

& wash away,

if for some time only....

the pain of the monotony....

of the lack.....

in his life,

of Vanity.

Maybe he feels

those ppl....

are an end in their own..

Does he feel the need to move on??

I am sure he does.

Maybe, he is pulled back,

by the chains of his friendship

& the walls....

of his own honesty.

He dissaproves of the inner push

to everyday goals....

that dont satisfy....

just raise hunger.

So what is the Journeyman looking for???

He has outgrown the glory searching

and trophy hunting,

dependent.... and meaningless.

Maybe he seeks an end himself,

The end of Futile activity.

And then begin a journey....

thats light and easy,

pleasing and poetic...

A hourney, that is and end in itself,

but a journey nevertheless....

& then the journeyman will rest....

FOR THE LAST TIME.

The poem is like a person examining himself, questioning and answering himself from the point of view of his own self image... you can say its like soul searching or something similar... thats it.

My Friend

Life has drained itself out of me
I feel tired.
I feel inside me, hollow, empty spaces…
Waiting for life
or else…
Fatigue will seep in.

I lay on my bed
Face down…
Eyes closed from this world
and ears shut, with force.

And as I gasp for breath
the phone rings and its you.
Your turn to share news today,
and my turn to feel helped.

And as goodbyes, are exchanged
I feel I am back, that I can sense.
Life beckons me, thank you dear.....
for helping me cheat, death once again.

Hand Me over

I wait....
edging towards the truth
that has shed its skin,
though the skin still has clothes on....
covered... with hope.

I then wander,
to a different realm,
a world that I have forced...
on myself.

And as I reach the answer
that has eluded me all along,
it does not wait to stay....
It goes away.

It leaves me alone....
It leaves me alone....

It hands me over to LIFE...

The life, that I have tried to shrug off....
and it leaves me alone to live it..
the way it is..

naked
and bare.

waiting to smile

I smile when i see you smiling,
I giggle when i hear birds chirping,
I love to watch oldies smiling,
I live when I feel joy inside.

I yearn for the day to start with a smile,

And I wish to end with a smile too,

I love to see paths smiling,

Life is bliss with smiles everywhere.

But alas, what do I see,

I see someone howling,

Oh My heart, I see another one crying,

God, I never wished it.

The life is too scary when I came close,

Oh god, please take it away,

My heart pounds to see grief around,

I ask for mercy from you oh the paintaker!

With so much of pain around,

How can I smile in your kingdom?

Ease the pain, I know you can feel it,

Heal the wounds, I know you can see it.

Oh my lord, i sit back on the path,

Waiting for your miracle,

Don’t make me rot, make me blossom,

As i wish to see smiles everywhere i go.

a silent hope

I was tired walking alone,

…and feeling pale to see the road so long.

I always used to ask the God, will I be able to pass it successfully,

…and only one answer comes from my inner soul, it is a part of destiny.

With shaky hopes and weak courage, I still walked wondering,

…does my destiny read no companion's caring?

Finding no one aside me, I smiled on my foolishness,

…saying, "even with lost hopes, why there is wish for someone to kill loneliness".

Crying in cover, my tears used to say, "Am I that bad?"

…and a silent wind around me still gave me hope to aspire and stand.

Kaleidoscope

Lay straight.......
closer, but not tight....
Hiding?????
No.....
Just hidden.
Occupied by the self....
Sold on the inside, somewhere else.

Tick-Tick, Tock-Tock,
no no... Its not those clocks...
Haha, they march so fine...
In this terrain, the pictures are not in line....

Kaleidoscope, did you say??
A turn of hand, a turn of fate....
The colours move in no time.....
If you keep looking,
you will soon go blind.

Ha, insane it sounds,
but even the glass's been replaced,
Now even more colours...
seem to be on their way....

So lay straight now, it is time...
No left, and no right...
pull pull, not with force.....
No need ... of all your might.

Uffff.... the glass is clear,
muddy waters & rainbows, side by side....
HaHa, closed your eyes na!!
The colours wont hurt now, they will seem just fine.



Well, I was sleeping during the day..... and feeling uncomfortable... dimaag mein kuch kuch chal raha tha.... so that is what it is about..... The Klaideoscopic is something like our mind and heart... illogical, feelings based.... no pattern as such.... and the glass is similar to our point of view.... more than that infact... its like experience + view point + mood.... so when I say lay straight, I mean that it is time for me to rest and shut off because I have seen and understood and my thought cant help me further... and the last para is about accepting the complete truth even though it may not suit me... ya, just about it.