Reinvent

“Let’s flip the coin and start over;
I want you to read this fast,
Like your life was dependent on it,
Because that’s how I am writing this piece;
You don’t really get it
And I don’t blame you for that,
A calm and composed,
No nonsense guy,
Berating like a wannabe rapper,
It’s hard to believe, I know,
Harder to even imagine me in this,
Don’t worry, I do have a fix,
It goes like this;
I tried and tried to find meaning in things
To look at possibilities like I was doing back then,
Back when I was down and vulnerable,
Lost and forgotten where smallest of things
Got the longest of times, leaving me confused
And terribly, terribly surprised,
Making me wonder time and time again
About the long lost epiphanies they could all be,
I would run it down in it’s original manifestation,
Word by word like a reverie, seeping in slowly
Buying the entire story, am I writing
Or am I actually living it, I would wonder back then
As I finally completed the piece,
Fixing a part share of an empty void within,
The piece was truly for me and me alone,
It felt right, every time I read it
And oh boy! I did read it on repeat,
But somehow with time
And a comfortable life, the very eye
Seems undulated and the pieces
In disarray, there were many trials
But very few satisfactory pieces,
It felt it wasn’t for me anymore
As I was only left with memories of the past
And nothing in the present;
I distanced myself
More and more from the pieces,
From the writing that I so adored
Until I thought it was enough,
It was time to take matters into my own hand,
Time to feel that my life was dependent on it, again,
That’s when it struck me,
That all I had to do was to turn the page over
And start true, first with myself
And then you, finally letting the invisible
Safety valve out loose,
That’s when I decided to flip the coin over
And write this. Period.”

To Love & To Be Loved

Prudent who?

“Trouble finding framing engaging
Words that remain prudent to you
Me and them; words that keep the unruly
From uniting, from blabbering their way
Across with their nonsensical frame 
Of reference that divide you and me
Into us and them through simmering discontent
Spread by exploiting the fragility in our mutual intent
To break the harmony by monopolizing the reality
Established over a land buried with the trampled voices of dissent,
The voices that fought for you, me and them,
The voices that were finally silenced through the barrel of a gun
Leaving ideas in the word without their needed halo
While keeping the oppressed divided and the oppressors united
By building a notion in our mind to make us ponder
And leave us troubled in finding framing engaging
Words that remain prudent to them and them alone.”

#random

Anxious World

Freedom Call

“Flying high away in freedom,
The birds find their way in the blue,
A clarion call amid the silence,
And the flock gets ready to glue.

The breeze from within the gather
Catches the eye of an aged soul,
Famished and battered by slavery
His old eyes glitter at sight of one whole.

The idea spells fire in the hearts
And the minds of the ravaged, the conquered,
It strikes deep within a place called hope
As the heads long fallen rise towards the sky.

The wind kisses their zeal, enriches their spirit,
As they gather together under the old man
To march their union, to show their solidarity
To make themselves the master of their own fate.

They stand their peace, they hold their chain,
With their sight in place for freedom and freedom alone,
They gather their courage, they bury their hatchet,
To see the long whisper become a roar again.”

Roopesh©

Photo: Getty

Freedom & Rain

Heaven lords dwarf their vision

as they let go their prized possession,

bestowing mankind with the freedom

to feel the chillness & yet feel warm.

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Air gushes in with a wandering spirit,

touching the unmoved soul

and inspiring the hidden nature

to come out in open, to come out free. 

#DelhiPre-monsoonShowers

The Unconquerable

Sounds of tapping feet
Slowly gaining their momentum,
Sirens kept buzzing the place
Reminding the enemy
That its only a matter of time.

Matter of time before
They lay their arms down,
Matter of time before
They could make their last shot,
Matter of time before its all over.

Unexpected can happen
When you least expect it
But not when you least try;
So be it, the bullets whistled past the ears
knocking the man out of the convoy.

A retaliation was never expected
And thy never prepared for, by the convoy,
leaving the ground open for
the will to act to prosper by playing the role
which a solution plays for the problem.

When situations such as these get gloomy
And chances of survival are low
Defiance it will be and will always be
To breed a new genre into the souls
Of the upcoming era of civilisation.

Unbowed and unsilenced, the head
Will remain always strong
With an unconquerable thirst
For freedom and for happiness
In the ventures we thrive to enter.

The Ruffling of a Wind.

The winds in my head, sometime they reign strong while sometimes act as if they never existed. Ruffling the concentrating brain, breaking the tired hope, dictating its terms to my senses. Biasing every view i see, steering away the purity and making the brain dip continuously in the unholy waters of embarrassment. The winds carry the moments of despair once faced or the possible future situation which are likely to affect, bringing a screen of sadness and enveloping the entire mood into it.

What shall i do? shall i be left conquered? shall i move or watch with silence as the winds destroy every castle of my dream? What shall i do?

Watching oneself get bloody, though the ooze is not visible but only felt, then pleading with the wind to spare the most desired castle of yours. Crying your hearts out, but the sense of helplessness sinking in; Tears slowly start disappearing and madness starts to follow. The castle of my dream, my possible destiny, can i let it be destroyed. It’s as if you lift the weapon to fight for your last breathe of freedom and happiness. The blood has oozed so much, that you fail to notice it anymore while the sight remains fixed on the half destroyed castle as if there is nothing more to live about. You start running towards the possible doom, the powerful wind, which might destroy you but believe me there is nothing left to be destroyed. As you start your sprint, the air starts flowing behind you, an anti wind. Closing in on the distance, there is a slow and steady flight into air, the anti wind had become like the magic carpet of our dreams.

The anti wind becomes a speeding razor, cutting across the wind and clearing the dark clouds around. As we lay our eyes on the destroyed castle, there is a new wind ruffling your ears now, ” We can make a new one, master”.

Inspiration behind the post: “Once you leave away all the ones which weigh you down, your start feeling your wings and the flight to destiny becomes just a matter of time”. 

 

Mist and the life ahead.

Inspiration comes from the most unexpected places; the ploy is in seeing them the way they have shown themselves, that is in their purest sense. The roads which are not taken have a layer of mist surrounding them, getting them a tag of being haunted. In reality, we seriously don’t know. The only way ahead is to pass through the mist and look the castle standing ahead of it. The trick is there may not be always a castle waiting to be occupied, it could be a barren land with no person around. Now comes the inspiration in the small things part – we did get a free land with no one to stop us in our adventure. And who knows, we might even build a number of the castles being talked about. It’s just in the perception, anything and everything is worth trying and even more worthy in failing.

Its not the failure which haunts us but the will, which we search for, to rise again. The task is not daunting as seen by or as shown by, its merely the mist which is sinking in the trauma. We all know what lies ahead and that’s the reason we move. By chance we don’t, there is another check which starts acting. The place gets so used to that we start feeling to suffocate, it’s as if there is no oxygen left to breathe. What next, we move. Don’t know where but the will to live does take us to some place, surely far away from the status quo. It might happen, though a slight possibility, that the mist might get lighter and the journey ahead more easier and clear.

Let us put it in a simple manner – Castles are not built on air, but on the very land we live on. They need not be magnanimous to others but to us. Life gives us what we look forward for and its upon us to decide.