An elegy to the murdered voice.

It wasn't Reason, the voice that called,
It was something called Passion,
A muffled scream, a painful breath,
Then all was silent within.
I listened closer,forgetting to breathe
Waiting for the wind to stir.
Low murmurs, agitated whispers,
Some running steps I heard.
It grew louder and louder,
Until it seemed to ring in my ears.
Dark it was and a trifle too hot,
Yet I couldn't help but shiver.

Hearken. The footsteps again,
They were but a figment of my fear.
My palpitating heart beat loud and fast,
No man had stirred alas.

I hurried away from the murderous site,
Before someone should awake,
And scream with fear,
Murder! murder!
Someone lies dead here!
The elixir of life,
Shall remove the stains of death.
The instrument of my crime now,
Stains my souls ledger red.
"What have I done?
A person somewhere lies dead."
Don't mock me you devil.

You perpetrated the crime,
Your crimsoned hand says as much.
I stabbed her not once,
but twice... or thrice...
Provoked by a grudge.
I murdered Passion,
A young girl, tender of age,
An old grey wench like me.
And now the world will see
What a coward art thee.
You committed treason,
Passion was murdered by Reason.
Fie wench fie!
Murderer! Coward! Fool!

Get rid of the bloody tool,
Lest it confirms the treason,
That Passion was murdered by Reason.

Plus(+) minus(-)

Once a freebird,
Jovial and carefree,
Immature and inexperienced,
The quest for knowledge,
The urge to explore.

Unaware of the evil world,
Of the traps, the hunters,
The birds of prey,
The perils of the night,
The threats of the day.

Lost in her world,
Unbound, the blue sky above,
The green grass below,
A stream clear and gurgling,
The vast stretch of meadows.

No fear,
No hate,
No insecurities,
Nothing to lose,
Just pure innocent love.

Unaware and blissful,
With knowledge comes the fear,
The pain, the anguish,
The sorrow, the hate,
The bitter truths of life.

Where trust turns to doubt,
Faith to distress,
Joy to pain,
Love to hate,
Everything is to be blamed on fate.

Negativity... Negativity,
Where is the good lost,
A little shoot as it blossoms,
Is smothered by other crops,
Negativity... Negativity.

Hate, Anguish, Pain, Mistrust,
The good has crumbled to dust,
Think postive,
Positive!
Positive?

Think straight,
Think positive,
Where is the positive gone,
Negativity... Negativity,
Negativity all along.
-Nikita

The Forsaken one

In a small town,
A distant valley,
The wailing broke the silence,
A new born,
A pretty girl,
ope'd her eyes,
In the midst of Autumn.

Bright hazel colored eyes,
Stealing the hearts,
Of All who upon her gazed,
Her gurgling chuckles,
Her head of golden hair,
Her toothless smile,
Her parents dream come true.

They knew she would be special,
Different from the rest,
But li'l did they know,
Her life wouldn't be without suffering,
The initial years of her life,
She served and helped her fellow beings,
But the time for trial soon arrived.

She knew all along,
She was the forsaken one,
She was the forsaken nobody...
She wept and prayed,
While her friends didn't understand,
The turmoil that she was in,
The agony in her mind.

And then like Judas,
He betrayed her,
Inspite of all she had done for him,
He gave her the vicious kiss on her cheek,
And let the traitors take her prisoner,
For trivial goods like thirty pieces of silver,
In this case to prove his manhood.

They chained her,
Stripped her of her honour,
Flayed her with invisible whips,
Insulted her, spat upon her,
Cursed her for all the good she had done,
And then they crowned her with thorns,
The way that Christ was crowned.

Each friend turned foe,
Took turns to add a thorn to her crown,
Those who didn't join them,
Ran off for fear of being flayed,
And denied that they ever knew her,
Atleast she now knew,
Who she could call her own.

And then they Crucified her,
The Forsaken one...
And while she suffered,
Mocked her,
But li'l did they know.
That she would rise AGAIN,
BETTER THAN BEFORE...!!!

The Wait

The wait,
Those moments,
The split seconds,
Between anxiety and,
Total exhilaration.

Those pangs,
The stray flutters in the stomach,
The tensed, strained silence,
The eerie panic,
The sudden rush of thoughts.

A loud thumping within,
A distant drumming beyond,
A fit and start,
At each and every a sound,
The panic surmounts.

One split second,
To glory and fame,
One split second,
A tainted name,
Panic !!!

What !! when ?? how ??
The silence is too loud,
Cracking up from within,
Oh for that familiar sound,
There in none though now.

Panic !!
Patience flees its home,
A red hot passion now is in control,
Let go, let go, let me be,
Panic.. It's still got a hold.

Anxiety, and then the moment comes,
I'm glad I'm glad,
But the passion hasn't let go,
And then it erupts...
The ugly side of me.

Panic no more,
Furious and enraged,
A thoughtless spurn,
Spit and curse,
The passion finally begins to cool.

By the end,
The thoughtless, aimless darts,
Have finally begin to hurt,
Red hot passion now,
Is condensed to misty dew.

I can hear it,
The distant wailing,
The sighing, the terrified mutter,
I strain my ears and listen closer,
It seems to be from within.

The wait,
The tensed moments,
The split seconds,
The suppressed thoughts within,
Have only brought me pain...
Have only brought me pain !!

Ajeer and Nerissa

Fables have it,
Its not an old tale,
Yet its not known,
Except by a few,
The tale of Ajeer and Nerissa...
They were in love,
Yet they werent lovers,
No one knew what,
They meant to each other,
But they knew some bond was there.
A bond greater than marriage.
A bond greater than love.
Yes, they were friends,
As known to all,
But friends.. Or more??
No one could say.
Their bond was pure,
Not selfish or for personal benefits!
Yet they loved indefinitely.
How could it be?
People wondered,
And their wonder just grew,
They belonged to two different lands,
Had nothing in common,
Then what was it,
that bound them to each other?

On this fateful day,
Ajeer left home,
The gods who,
Had grown jealous of this bond,
Rolled the dice,
And what forecame wasnt nice,
Behind his back,
Came a gentle lad,
The love god in disguise,
To Nerissa he spake,
Of giving up Ajeer,
But it went in vain,
For she, infirm of purpose.
Her love he couldnt shake,

On the other side,
Ajeer was tried,
And he got ensnared and trapped,
He brought home the beatous bride,
Much to Nerissa's dismay,
In his new bride,
He was so lost,
Poor Nerissa he almost forgot,
She stifled all her sorrow,
And drank all her tears,
Till one fine day,
Ajeer returned from work,
To find Nerissa dead.

Grief oh grief!!
Oh mighty sorrow,
It broke poor Ajeers heart,
And there he fell,
upon his knees,
Lifeless and limp,
Separated when alive,
But united in death!!

Heights of hypocrisy

The recent Nirbhaya case caused a massive uproar in the city. People mourned the death of the girl, were furious with the state authorities and the police, cursed and abused the men who committed the horrendous act, suggesting different torturous means of killing the accused. Whatever happened was unheard, unexpected and uncalled for.
I was in the midst of drama rehearsals when I got to hear of this, at that time the gravity of the situation didn't strike me, the sheer brutality and sadistic pleasure derived by those men in literally butchering the girl who all she did was resist them assaulting her. On getting home and hearing the lengthy descriptions of the situation being flashed in the news channels I was shocked. I sat there watching the footage of the protests dumb struck.
There was a lump stuck in my throat. I wanted to cry out. The pain of listening to what they did to her was unbearable, i can't even imagine the agony and the plight of that young lady. I sat at the edge of my bed... listening... observing... but something in that visual image made me go mad with anger... made my blood boil...
We protest.. we scream... and in the very next instance we look at our women as commodities...!! WHY?? Are we a sex starved nation?? Or is it the pleasure of the forbidden fruit that drives our people to such violence... to such extremities... against women who may be someone's daughter, someones sister?? When it comes to our own families we want them.protected, sheilded, safe... but we can tease, stalk, rape others sisters, wives and mothers?
What kind of hypocrites is this nation giving birth to.. on one hand we are an advanced nation with equal rights for men and women and on the other hand our women are not free to step out of their houses after dark or even for that matter in the daylight without fearing their safety.
I used to date a boy a few years back who termed me a "slut" for the simple reason that I had male friends who I spoke to on social networking sites on a regular basis. This very gent was there... protesting and shouting slogans after the Nirbhaya incident. Do I need to state anything else to prove that 70% of the male population in our nation is a race of hypocrites. Everyday in the buses/metros men try to touch women. Try to grope them or their breasts. Some of them even try to run their lil piss pump onto the backs and shoulders of female co-passengers These are perhaps very small incident...
If the entire nation was truly shocked over such a massive crime why has the reporting of rape cases not gone down but increased manifold instead... 4 year old raped... 6 year old raped... how disgusting can men get. An innocent baby who probably doesn't even realise that she is being molested... doesn't their conscience ever prick them.. What do such people eat or drink that kills their conscience. How can their heart and mind allow them to even commit such a hideous deed. I still haven't figured it out and probably never will be able to... but I wait in hope that someday someone will figure it out and put an end to it. Till then we've got to live in this world full of hypocrisy....!!

Attraction... exaltation... inherent tragic downfall...

A very apt conversation took place between us friends the other day... the big question that was put forth was... "IS IT POSSIBLE TO REMAIN IN A COMMITMENT WITH ONE PERSON FOR EVER?"
We all on the surface agreed to it.. but one bold (not in the explicit terminology of being a cheap shot but just the tone) voiced an opinion which Atleast I agree with. It is not earthly possible to remain devoted to one mortal creature for all eternity.
Now the obvious reason for this short lived attraction isn't obvious... but let's just say we have a pair of twenty three chromosomes... all of which carry diiferent traits of the personality (science freaks please don't kill me if I'm wrong)
Now when we look for a probable partner/ mate we look for qualities that appeal to us... not all qualities are possessed by one man alone and he may not be custom made according to your preference... someone's eyes appeal to you, another's voice and so you're compatible with not one but with quite a few people...
So the obvious conclusion one comes to is that if your emotions flit from one being to another you aren't necessarily being a douchebag or a cheater in a relation... just thank god you're a normal human being and move on in life...!!

The child

It is said, the child is the father of man.
To some extent I agree with this statement, childhood is perhaps the most blissful stage of human life. Free from worries and cares. Ignorant of the traps and snares the material world lays down for us. It can be said that childhood is the one stage where the imaginative power of the mind is at it's best. "I can be anything, anywhere, at anytime." Life is a rosy garden. Where a small corner, especially under the table makes one feel so secure, where the space under the bed has this big bad boogieman waiting to jump out and scare you if you be a bad kid.
Where every christmas gifts left in your stockings are believed to be brought in by santa. Life is full of meaning. But somewhere in the tedious process of growing up one leaves all this behind. Where once we believed that eating spinach makes us like 'popeye the sailor man' now we know it's nothing but food... dull boring food.
Somewhere in the midst of being accepted by society and all those teary heartbreaks we forget to live and most importantly love... love ourselves, our own people, love life as the beautiful gift that has been bestowed upon us.
Why do we do this to ourselves. Why can we not retain the bubbly 'anything is possible' spirit that we had as children. Is it because the world made you that way or is it because you've made the world as it is today. Chew upon this thought my friend. Chew upon it.