The Circus of Breaking News

The World spins on its unhinged axis, throwing storms and chaos around in with a tangential force. Launched as a missile, these statues of mockery laughs at mankind's lonely stand. The stand against the higher forces. Against the super energies our collective pride are shred to pieces. All i can do is to stare at the blurred and buffered images on my mobile screen. They scream for attention. Sometime i do see, but rarely do i remember it later. Voices of jingoism and rhetoric speeches from poisoned mouths offer false pretense and sympathy. One more horror, one more tragedy is caviar and champagne for the unhinged screaming screens. Business of Breaking News is hard to maintain. The level of excellence and ridiculous needs to be consistent. While millions like me keep returning to our blurred mobile screens. So the rumour mills have to be kept spinning. I am getting ready to catch the latest image of the new tragedy in town. Wonder how the week looks like in this circus of Breaking news? What new missiles of scandal and filth will the World throw up tomorrow?

Don't stop the Ride

I remember the mornings when it was bright and luminous. It was even better at night as the stars twinkled against an inky black sky,only for me. During those days i traveled in a chariot of gold. Drawn by six horses, whose skin was as white as freshly rained snow. The chariot rode regally on a gold paved road. The people, known and strangers,gazed at the chariot and the horses in wonder. They waved and shouted out my name, in joy and love trying to catch my eye. I was a superstar in the blockbuster of those journeys and of those intoxicating times. Days were long and summer nights never seemed to end. There was a fragrance of freshly crushed lillies and jasmines in the air. And music of thousand violins serenaded me, during the course of that journey. Do you get the bigger picture? I was in heaven!! Then i decided to stop the chariot and get down. Get down and go to the roadside tavern, to taste the local brew. I wanted to walk towards the forest of raucous laughter and rabid songs. When suddenly the sky turned grey and dark clouds murdered the blue sky. Rains poured down in lashing anger and washed away the gold from the road. Exposing the dark tar underneath. Horses, scared by the storm, galloped away with the chariots helplessly dragged behind like a rag doll. I was completely drenched in the rain. There was no sun in the sky, only dark brooding clouds. Then through the corner of my eye, i could see a break in the clouds and a silver streak of light trying to break through. Maybe at last the rains will stop? The storm will pass away? Will the clouds give away to smiling clouds again? Will the horses come back with the chariot again? I look up at the sky and squint at the emerging sun through the clouds. Hope is breaking through. I should have never got down from the chariot. Maybe i should have continued with my ride.

The Existential Battle

Part of me wants to listen to the cash-till ring. The sound signals, money that comes in and money that is given out. Cash-till sings its song quietly into the night. The sound is a symbol of a healthy commerce. The other part of me wants to shut out the sound. I want to drown out the sound of the coins tingling and rattling. I feel the need to go and sit by the fire. I want to feel the warmth of simple living and return to humaneness. I want to feel the compassion in the concrete jungle. The glow of pleassures of true living is brighter than the glow of gold. Another part of me is waiting for the next big chance. The next big chance when the cash-till will sing with a resounding sound. Louder than ever. Is there a moral battle going on inside me? The battle between Fortune and Fire? Between Lustre and Life? Wonder who will win? The answer wafted thru the breeze... "Whoever you want it to win"

The Beauty of the Beast

Some summers ago, i saw a vision. A pristinely pure & magical beauty of the beast within me. Finally the beast having tamed by the trials of time, Glowed with its new found beauty. I discovered the the elixir and the secret of life. The purpose of life. I will return to sender in my primeviel colour and glory. Merged with the One and become a drop in the cosmic ocean. One day this vision will have power to morph into reality. Once more and for evermore.

The Journey that never was.

Sometimes in the future, when the time looks at you in the eye and asks... "What has been your journey like and where do you still want to go?" What will your answer be. "I never knew i was on this ride, when i was on it. I only tried to break away and jump out of the train that carried me relentlessly forward. I wanted to break the chains. My entire thought was to break free and run. Never paused to look and fall in love. The sylvan beauty and the fleeting joys of the scenes of the landscape, i missed. Now i am at the end of the journey, i don't know how i feel. What did i experience? Is there a story for me? Is there some hidden mystery that i need to know? I had ignored the journey, and was busy with denying the true pleasures of this experience. Where do i want to go now? Can i reboot and start my journey again? This time i promise to immerse into its secret magic. I promise to listen to its sweet whispers. Do i get a second chance?"