A Caveat

All the Posts in this blog, are some of my Random scribbles of thoughts, observations and some perspectives. These are not conventional and structured Poems, which follow a specific Metre or Structures. In fact these are not built into any prescribed flow of poetic construction or follow any popular rules of rhythm and rhyme . But they are free flowing thoughts which struck me at that point of time, and i just wrote them as it organically rose in me. My request is to identify with the idea/concept and the truth behind these Randoms Scribbles rather than judging them on conventional grammar of poetry. Have Faith ; Rewards will follow...

Pause and Reflect

When you are busy going nowhere, with a whole carnival of boisterous noises inside your head. I feel myself trying to pause and stop by the wayside, and my inner Me whispers that I shouldn’t. Golden Thrones are not won by pausing to reflect. Run and Fight you must. Once I sit on the Throne, I can let go of this constant need to reach out and grab. Can i pause and reflect then.? Maybe. Nobody ever remembers the ones who stop and step aside. The ones who let go of the turning wheels. The ones who yearned for wasted days in pursuit of a mirage. Everyone is running and tearing down in their own lanes of presumed importance. With a complete disregard to the orderly march, to the magic of walking in silence. No, when you are running the race, you don’t take no prisoners. Every small pebbles in your way, you need to blow away with cannons of greed and ambition. Every milestone is just another direction mark, which tells you the way to the next Golden Throne. But I am contented to find just one comfortable chair, for me to sit and ponder. The foolishness and the mindless rush to the final pause and reflection. Have Faith ; Rewards will follow...

Wendell’s Dream

Wired and charged as we move towards the spotlight, Wendell chokes on the fumes from the gutter. As we near towards the unruly crowd, ready to be jostled and pulled, I look back at Wendell and wonder. What does he know, that I don’t? Why is he not with us as we take the stage, as we brace the crowd, I ponder. Looking back to that day, now I know why not. Everything is so obvious when it dawns on hindsight. As we sat in silence near the glistening pond in the afternoon sun, Wendell whispered the reason for his reluctance. He had a moment of vision, which clearly showed him the futility of the spot in the sun or his role in the stage of life. While we all played our worn-out, badly written script in that drama, Wendell knew the course of the story. He knew how it all ended. He could see that there was no anti-climax, no twist in the plot but just a relentless drone of the hum of the life machine. Which was a little too loud, for a background score of the play. He saw the active indifference in the eyes and the body language of the actors, as the drama unfolded. I knew not, the entire script. Each scene unfolded to me in a quiet, disarming way and sometimes it landed on my head with a force of a sledgehammer. I prayed for the end. I was not enjoying my role in the play of life. But Wendell stood by the curtains and smiled his beguiling smile. As if he knew the secret within. I wished he would share the entire script with me. I implored thru my eyes, he just nodded and kept on smiling. “You need a vision, mate. I can’t help you. I have forgotten what I saw. But I saw what I saw” He quietly whispered to me from the wings. I cannot be bothered to understand his convoluted reply. I now pray for the Vision to come to me. So that I can quit the play and stand in the wings and smile at the unsuspecting actors on the stage. Have Faith ; Rewards will follow...

Whatever you want to be

Buried under the chaos of my closet of dreams Lies the mask that I adorned, in my past life. Or maybe I am still wearing it currently? It’s hard to tell The real from the pretend. The mask allows me the liberty to be someone whom I always wanted to be. Carefree, Dangerous, Charming and Cavalier. Laughter and Romance comes naturally to me. Widely imitated but never replicated. That is me when I adorn the mask. But when the curtain draws and the lights dim When the crowd disperses in the darkness of the night, I crawl my way back into my skin. Tired, submissive and hungry for a few pats. Not unlike a pitiful puppy, who is caught in a thunderstorm and is quivering for a warm and hot blanket. Why can’t the Mask permeate down to my skin? Take roots in my gut and spine? But what if I can’t ever remove the Mask? What if I become the Mask? Will I be a complete stranger to the mirror? Will I recognize my own skin, my confident eyes and my gruff voice? Some people are cursed to lead the life that they always dreamed about. They are made to walk the roads that they longed to follow. They lead the crowd that they always wanted to. Watch out for what you wish in your dreams. Sometimes they do come true.

The Art of Comprehending

“Most readers come away from their reading not with a clear, precise, detailed registration of its contents on their minds, but rather with a vague, misty idea which was formed as much by the pace, the proportions, the music of the writings as by the literal words themselves.” - Bill Bernbach

The Rearview Mirror

Trying not to glance at the Rearview mirror. While the snow flakes makes love to the windscreen, the wiper swipes it clean. Snowdust covered roads welcomes me to tomorrow. I smile at the comfortable cruising sounds of a well fed motor. It is humming a quiet tune and serenades the new peace that I found. Happy that the journey is a joy once more and I don’t need to look at the Rearview mirror again. Rejoicing the here and now, and killing my fear of past deeds done. Ready to Welcome tomorrow.

Moving on

Try as I might to erase, it’s an exercise in futility. Run as I might from the chaos, it echoes within. Its never easy as they might seem to suggest. It’s not all gone with a wink and a wave. It resides in your entrails and squeezes the life out of your blue black lungs. I tried so much in vain, to sail smoothly in the sea of forgiveness. Gently flapping my wings of goodwill in the skies of violet bygones. Again it’s not easy as it seems. I might tune in to a higher frequency of a cosmic transmitter. And take baby steps on learning to forget and forgive. But I have been told that these higher and noble principles take time. It takes time for them to grow and take root in your soul. Perhaps not in this lifetime. Perhaps never. But as it is said, try to do a noble deed and see how quickly it forms a habit. As I continue in the search of this higher call, I am forced to cogitate on the folly of my ways.