forsaken

Being set adrift aimlessly in life as a consequence of abandonment is indeed a scary thought. The lines below illustrate a picture of a forsaken boat that no longer interests its master.

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The boat drifted silently in the dark water,
Gently breaking through clouds of devious mist.
Ignorant of the reach of the ripples it spawned,
Oblivious to the deadly rocks it missed.

The broken oars lay on the side, in agony,
On the floor of that once contented boat,
Snapped, each in two pieces, unmercifully,
Leaving its future to a directionless float.

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Topic courtesy Sunday Scribblings.

A changed world

I’ve always wondered what a child would grow up believing in, in this world of religious extremism, unjustified wars, ethnic cleansing and extremist pseudo-nationalism. How would you make the child see that there can be a different world, a better world?

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Listen up, because this is important,
Hey unsuspecting child of today,
The world was different when I was on stage,
You could, back then, your audience, gauge.

There was love for the neighboring family,
Whose faith was never a concern,
Today, they’re enemies from eons ago,
And our religion wants them to burn.

There was no war fought over a pretence,
And a democracy belonged to the people,
Today’s it is thrust on, for barrels of oil,
And preached from the heights of a steeple.

There was no cleansing of people unarmed,
For the strong stood up for the weak,
Today we ignore the bloody massacres,
And turn deaf ears to a generation’s shriek.

There was respect for brothers foreign,
Who flavored a welcoming society,
Today they’re victims to suspicious whispers,
And causes of livelihood anxiety.

Listen up, because this is important,
Hey unsuspecting child of today,
Fight for a future of yesterday’s beauty,
And forgive us, for failing our duty.

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Topic courtesy of Sunday Scribblings.

Lost in time

Once upon an ignored dream,
I chanced across a pristine stream.

A victim to the sun’s havoc, was I,
And that sight prompted a relieved sigh.

As I took a dip, in that divine flow,
I witnessed a fish, with a radiant glow.

Today onwards, forever, under this beautiful sky,
Said the fish, you shall not die.

Shocked, surprised at this godly gift,
I let my mind, into chaos drift.

So many desires, so little time,
That complaint, now, was a wasted crime.

So I set my mind, into deliberate action,
And rid myself, of that chaotic distraction.

I swam the English Channel thrice,
Battling the wind, waves and even ice.

I visited all nations in this shrinking world,
And saluted their flags, so proudly unfurled.

I finally understood, the theory of relativity,
Overcoming my lack of mathematical proclivity.

I fell in love, the flaming passionate kind,
But even her, reluctantly, I left behind.

I taught my child, to ride his bike,
And he pedaled on, beyond the dike.

I fought in a war, and saw my comrade fall,
All that blood spilt, for a squabble small.

I built a temple, mosque and a church,
Yet for God, I still earnestly search.

Then came a time, when, in my immortal life,
Every new moment, brought unrelenting strife.

No purpose discovered, in all this time,
There was no new mountain, I wanted to climb.

I went back to that forgotten stream,
And let out, in desperation, a dejected scream.

I waited in agony, for that silver gleam,
Of the fish who granted me the immortal dream.

There was no fish, only unending days,
As into listless infinity, I continued to gaze.

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Topic submitted to Sunday Scribblings.

recession?

Her dog barked in unrestrained excitement,
As she stepped out into the winter sun.
She walked past her convenience store,
And saw they were now selling a gun.

So why the gun, at a convenience store?
She asked the man, perplexed,
Said he, they’re the only things that sell,
In these times, when the world’s a living hell.

Have you seen my life, Mr. Jones?

Our best laid plans often go into a chaotic disarray, an unforseen consequence of variables that either you had no control over, or had no ability to comprehend. All that time spent planning, at that moment, comes across as time wasted, time that shall never again see the light of the day that is your life. Even more disturbing is the apparent waste of all the mental energy spent in laying out these plans.

At these moments, when these plans fail, the age old question comes to mind – “What next?”. This question, along with it, brings along immense heartache, and often painful butterflies in our stomachs. It’s easy to slip into a universe of negativity at this moment, and wallow in self-pity and relative mental disorganization and chaos. We’ve all done that, and we all do that.

But the question is, in itself, an important step forward in the proverbial healing process. Understanding the elements of the question amounts to understanding possible directions your future can take. And the irony in all of this is answering the question amounts to laying out new plans, plans that have the potential tomorrow to be in a complete disarray.

Cogito, ergo sum

There are these unique times in our lives when our ability to exhibit prudence is severely marred by a desire to let go of our inhibitions and stand up to consequences whose extent you cannot possibly fathom in a reasonable fashion. These are times when you invest more emotional capital than your mental strength can afford into enterprises whose success depends on variables that you do not have control over, and cannot ever have control over.

We’ve all survived to have vivid memories of these incidents, memories that sometimes cause us agony, but mostly cause us acute self-embarrassment. The important question you need to ask yourself in those times is that knowing what you now know, would you still have walked the same path again? Would you have let your heart have written a check that your mind could not possibly cash?

Clichéd, yes. Unimportant, absolutely not. After all, aren’t we all what we are because of the experiences we’ve had? These experiences make you introspect, think. Cogito, ergo sum.

One day…

Into the horizon, the gaze disappears,
obvlious to the flurry, the din,
Memories vivid captivate the distressed mind,
As the present, it struggles in desperation to find…

The invalid cries out in agony,
Ignored, unloved, uncared for,
The cry, it falls on those deaf ears,
Yet, in a million shards, the heart, it shears..

Ragged, she holds the unsuspecting newborn,
Is a dime too much to ask for?
Walk on, go on, dictate those unfeeling legs,
Wait, glance at her; the heart it begs…

The waif, uncouth, earns his daily bread,
“Roses, dandelions, a dozen for a dollar”
The eyes, in sympathy, they sparkle for a moment,
while in silent tears, does the heart lament…

The gaze, it’ll break that promised day,
And in present, shall the mind choose to exist,
An existence worth its salt, shall be yours that day,
Of hope and joy, in your heart, will enter that ray…

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Hell’s breaking loose; I feel the tightened noose,
My bedroom’s flooded; I’m drowning in my bed,
The dogs round the corner; they’re chasing my mourner,
I’m falling through the sky; hell I can’t fly!

I’m high, it’s loud; I stumble through that crowd,
I need that shower; Got to stop this hover,
the head’s out for a spin; in the garden of din,
I’m falling through the sky, you too can’t fly!

She’s mocking you all; the balls on that doll,
The birds are in a dive, the bees out of their hive,
The car’s in the tree, his soul’s finally free,
I’m falling through the sky; I need to fly!

Lights are out; I hear the warden’s shout,
The dagger’s in his gut; the windows are shut,
The bowl’s in pieces; did I fail that thesis?
I’m falling through the sky, I’ve learnt to fly!

Colored spheres in orbit, my hand’s grown feet,
Shit’s hitting the fan; they’re in a fucking clan,
Is that my brain, out in that drain?
I’ve fallen through the sky, in that dumpster I lie…

Ciudad de ángeles

City of angels this, marauding their heaven,
Of demons, their lives lived as virtue’s leaven,

A society alive, in all glory and depression,
Lives subjected to benevolent oppression.

Men of honor, living in its temporal lack,
Here darkness pervades, but it’s not all black,

Where joy is bought, as are sorrows,
And love for man’s neighbor, his hatred borrows.

Wealth divine, asserts absolute power,
All desires of virtues, it does devour

Waifs, orphaned, thank heaven for stale bread,
In present, they live, and their present they dread.

Time…

Time, unforgiving, you pass by,
No wounds you heal, you let the spirit die,
Castles of hope, dreamt once in love,
In nooks of oblivion, you ruthlessly shove.

Time, inconsiderate, you halt for none,
A life’s just born; and you say it’s done,
Observe the deprived world, you in silence do,
Aggravate misery, as you ravage through.

Time, hateful, your passage seems,
For the caged dove, as in desperation it screams,
Eternities have passed, under your grudged supervision,
Yet, all life, you treat with scornful derision.

Time, sadistic, you’re amused by all pain,
All lives that you’ve grown, then so mercilessly slain,
Through wars, calamities, you assert your being,
Wreak havoc on the settled, and again when they’re fleeing.

Time, misguiding, you blind my sight,
My dreamt vision, forsaken to your spawned blight,
Wanders the man through aisles of unknown terrors,
Your offspring, his coffin bearers.

- Archit Lohokare

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