There was once a wayfarer
Who fell in love with the sea
To him she was rhythm
An unending reverie
He would stand upon a rock
Hugged by the fluid sand
And tales of a thousand waves
Would rise to kiss his hand
He loved her raging silence
He loved her every hue
He loved with such freedom
That the sea loved him too
Her love was ceaseless motion
A storm in every drop
Time locked in a surging wave
'twas space in her timeless deep
From the shores would come his summoning
The quiet of his eyes aflare
The nudge of his toes in her trembling sands
His breath that would kiss the air
That kiss would waft with the fusioned haste
Of the breeze and the blushing rays
And would sink weightless to her waiting depths
Like the touch of a loving gaze
One kiss to fill her being
To set her dark aglow
One kiss to set her heaving
With passions high and low
She would swirl through the sands
Of distant shores
And smother faraway lands
Yet, her roar would turn to a whisper
As she'd come to where he stands
He'd watch with drunken eyes
And she would curve into bashful waves
He would watch till the stars would gather
And romp in her moonlit caves
Not once had he touched her waters
And yet he knew her well
He'd smile with amused knowing
At her eager hesitant swell
One day the sea sighed
And darkened the graying sky
I know not this tale's beginning
But that day it's end was nigh
Neither joy nor sorrows embrace
Would bring this saga's end
To the ground of sedate thinking
That the heart wouldn't dare transcend
He stood 'pon yonder cliff
Like the silence of glorious death
Was it the wind that chiffed at the horizons
Or the force that was freed in his breath
His hands spread wide to hug the sky
He walk'd till the end of stone
The sheath of his soul fell like a dream
Of the night into which it was thrown
He rose as the spirit of higher skies
And flew like fantasy's wind
He merged with the sea, her waves and her tides
Like the colors of dawn's horizon
Blessed be the love of the man his sea
Blessed this eternal union
Blessed be this tale of nature's symphony
Where the sea and her man were one.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
THE 'GEEK' IS HERE
(5070 A.d.) Encyclopedia Galactica: 'GEEK': A geek was an intermediary species, said to exist between the late 20th and the early 21st centuries. They were the transition between homo sapiens and the homo-technologius of today.
Everyday, the world is squeezed into smaller proportions by man's inventive genius and his desire to reach out, to know, and to be constantly entertained. We have learnt to satiate this desire so extensively, that the-world-as-it-used-to-be is being replaced by an 'amplified, extended' world, faster than we can ever realise. To put it like you'd understand it, the future has arrived, while the present is still putting on its boots to leave.
And the future has brought with it, the 'geek', a whole new species and a general demographic community that's spread all over the electronic world; a race that smashes the nerd and the cool dude together and binds them in floor-sweeping jeans and spiked hair, with a pair of bass pumping earphones.
'Technology is fun', could be his mantra, as he jerks along, gyrating to his music, and replacing the old gadget (time has got nothing to do with this. any new release makes the previous one obsolete) with the latest gizmo to hit the stores. Gadgets are his marbles, that he buys, trades, toys with, replaces, swaps and loses.
If you're not a geek, then you're bound to look at the guy's fancy fingerwork - as he clicks, uploads, messages, calls and mails in 10 seconds flat - as something akin to magic. This is very much like how early man looked at the first guy who learnt to use a sharp rock. And as he reels out the configurations of his latest laptop, the processing speed of his palmtop and the networking capabilities of his GPRS enabled, EDGE, HSDPS AND WiFi packed cellphone, all you do is look at him, wondering whether he's saying that it's a good gadget or swearing backwards in swahili really fast.
But there's good news and there's bad news. The bad news is, the number of these new age marbles, is on the rise. you'll soon have a gadget for everything that actually looks cool, while it does its job. Even if its a back scratcher, it'll have the usual metallic carbon finish and will be signed by a cricketer. So if you think you can survive by staying away from them, you're probably right, but you'll still be living behind times, and that's no fun, most of the time. Bottomline, if you're not atleast partly a geek, you'll soon be a nobody.
But here's the good news; The geeks, as a separate species is going extinct. ['Probably the only mass species extinction that has nothing to do with global warming. ' - Encyclopedia galactica]. Humans have always moulded themselves to closely resemble the coolest dude. Basically that's what Darwin was trying to say in his huge pillow of a book. And today the coolest dude is the 'geek', and that's where humanity is headed, egged on by their need for faster internet, better pictures and more words. So before you know it, we're going to be called 'geeks' as a species. And then we'll start wearing technology inside us, instead of all over.
For now though, adopting 'geekism' is not actually a difficult thing, nor do you have to stop being your radical, down-to-earth, non-technical, I-hate-computers-but-I'm-still-successful self. It just takes a little bit of curiosity about how the things that work for you actually work. Oh, and you can check out my blog.
Everyday, the world is squeezed into smaller proportions by man's inventive genius and his desire to reach out, to know, and to be constantly entertained. We have learnt to satiate this desire so extensively, that the-world-as-it-used-to-be is being replaced by an 'amplified, extended' world, faster than we can ever realise. To put it like you'd understand it, the future has arrived, while the present is still putting on its boots to leave.
And the future has brought with it, the 'geek', a whole new species and a general demographic community that's spread all over the electronic world; a race that smashes the nerd and the cool dude together and binds them in floor-sweeping jeans and spiked hair, with a pair of bass pumping earphones.
'Technology is fun', could be his mantra, as he jerks along, gyrating to his music, and replacing the old gadget (time has got nothing to do with this. any new release makes the previous one obsolete) with the latest gizmo to hit the stores. Gadgets are his marbles, that he buys, trades, toys with, replaces, swaps and loses.
If you're not a geek, then you're bound to look at the guy's fancy fingerwork - as he clicks, uploads, messages, calls and mails in 10 seconds flat - as something akin to magic. This is very much like how early man looked at the first guy who learnt to use a sharp rock. And as he reels out the configurations of his latest laptop, the processing speed of his palmtop and the networking capabilities of his GPRS enabled, EDGE, HSDPS AND WiFi packed cellphone, all you do is look at him, wondering whether he's saying that it's a good gadget or swearing backwards in swahili really fast.
But there's good news and there's bad news. The bad news is, the number of these new age marbles, is on the rise. you'll soon have a gadget for everything that actually looks cool, while it does its job. Even if its a back scratcher, it'll have the usual metallic carbon finish and will be signed by a cricketer. So if you think you can survive by staying away from them, you're probably right, but you'll still be living behind times, and that's no fun, most of the time. Bottomline, if you're not atleast partly a geek, you'll soon be a nobody.
But here's the good news; The geeks, as a separate species is going extinct. ['Probably the only mass species extinction that has nothing to do with global warming. ' - Encyclopedia galactica]. Humans have always moulded themselves to closely resemble the coolest dude. Basically that's what Darwin was trying to say in his huge pillow of a book. And today the coolest dude is the 'geek', and that's where humanity is headed, egged on by their need for faster internet, better pictures and more words. So before you know it, we're going to be called 'geeks' as a species. And then we'll start wearing technology inside us, instead of all over.
For now though, adopting 'geekism' is not actually a difficult thing, nor do you have to stop being your radical, down-to-earth, non-technical, I-hate-computers-but-I'm-still-successful self. It just takes a little bit of curiosity about how the things that work for you actually work. Oh, and you can check out my blog.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
A Day's Remains
Like ancient scars on an unknown world
that slumber in long lost light
Until awoken by roving eyes
that watch from far away
To tell quiet tales of battles and wars
that in ages lost were fought
Until all that changed for a million years
was lonely night and lonely day
My thoughts did wander, like the sleepy dances
of treetops on windy night
A clover hither, a branch there,
myriad leaves fluttering about
Stilted prose, sullen verse,
faint lyric milled beyond sight
Thoughts gurgled and rustled and screamed,
sans words I languished in drought
Oh! 'twas a fine, sunny day
when you breathe in and let out a smile
But 'twas a bit too fine, if it can be so
and no thought was good enough
And in the perfect day i looked for cloud
and sat weary in my isle
The birds' jargon I heard no more
for my musings grew loud and gruff
I pondered 'pon things that had long come to pass,
of paths I was yet to cross
I walked through tender failings and histories of men,
lost in silent unbidden reverie
A passing leaf touched my pensive cheek,
and whispered through eternity
'Like dawn, like dusk, all things must end.
Like hope 'tis meant to be!'
look! there lies the horizon,
painted red by a star's long toil
And yonder east darkness rolls
onwards like muted thunder
The creek is red, yonder brooding hill,
red, the musty soil
Night draws nigh and dusk grows far,
I watch, in my isle, in wonder
Ah! the colors of a dying day,
heaven's hallowed, mute requime
The clouds weep their scarlet tears,
and wisp into troubled forms
Ah! the colors of a dying day,
a song with no end, no seam
The day is done and yet I wait,
as darkness, in a sigh, conforms
that slumber in long lost light
Until awoken by roving eyes
that watch from far away
To tell quiet tales of battles and wars
that in ages lost were fought
Until all that changed for a million years
was lonely night and lonely day
My thoughts did wander, like the sleepy dances
of treetops on windy night
A clover hither, a branch there,
myriad leaves fluttering about
Stilted prose, sullen verse,
faint lyric milled beyond sight
Thoughts gurgled and rustled and screamed,
sans words I languished in drought
Oh! 'twas a fine, sunny day
when you breathe in and let out a smile
But 'twas a bit too fine, if it can be so
and no thought was good enough
And in the perfect day i looked for cloud
and sat weary in my isle
The birds' jargon I heard no more
for my musings grew loud and gruff
I pondered 'pon things that had long come to pass,
of paths I was yet to cross
I walked through tender failings and histories of men,
lost in silent unbidden reverie
A passing leaf touched my pensive cheek,
and whispered through eternity
'Like dawn, like dusk, all things must end.
Like hope 'tis meant to be!'
look! there lies the horizon,
painted red by a star's long toil
And yonder east darkness rolls
onwards like muted thunder
The creek is red, yonder brooding hill,
red, the musty soil
Night draws nigh and dusk grows far,
I watch, in my isle, in wonder
Ah! the colors of a dying day,
heaven's hallowed, mute requime
The clouds weep their scarlet tears,
and wisp into troubled forms
Ah! the colors of a dying day,
a song with no end, no seam
The day is done and yet I wait,
as darkness, in a sigh, conforms
Saturday, February 3, 2007
NEW MORN
The day yawns wide and stretches
With the rays of the bubbly sun
The eagles soar and watch
The wonder of a day begun
The birds twitter and chirp
And traverse terrace and tree
Distant bells and mooing cows
Blend into symphony
The swish of the lone sweeper
Sprinkles dust into dreary fog
Green hills shed cloudy blankets
And the valley looks agog
Sleep leaves in lazy reluctance
In a swaggerwith droopy eyes
Warm beds and crumpled blankets
Are bid hesitant hurried goodbyes
The smell of coffee and fresh cooking
Glide out to the empty street
Street urchins sleuth for food and rags
And talk of mothers, and cars and sweets
The sea roars it's welcome
And slaps the sullen rocks
The little girl picks conch shells
And the wind, round a stranger, walks
The city shines golden
Golden, the hills and the fens
Golden the sea and the stranger
And the tear on the tip of his pen
With the rays of the bubbly sun
The eagles soar and watch
The wonder of a day begun
The birds twitter and chirp
And traverse terrace and tree
Distant bells and mooing cows
Blend into symphony
The swish of the lone sweeper
Sprinkles dust into dreary fog
Green hills shed cloudy blankets
And the valley looks agog
Sleep leaves in lazy reluctance
In a swaggerwith droopy eyes
Warm beds and crumpled blankets
Are bid hesitant hurried goodbyes
The smell of coffee and fresh cooking
Glide out to the empty street
Street urchins sleuth for food and rags
And talk of mothers, and cars and sweets
The sea roars it's welcome
And slaps the sullen rocks
The little girl picks conch shells
And the wind, round a stranger, walks
The city shines golden
Golden, the hills and the fens
Golden the sea and the stranger
And the tear on the tip of his pen
Thursday, January 11, 2007
SHIVA
Light within and glow without
He stands upon yonder rock
One foot resting in a stoic stance
The other on his thigh was locked
On bone and meager, starved sinew
His skin was wrap’d like cloth
His arms were raised in reverence
Above his matted locks
His eyes were closed, and yet,the Gods knew
The fire that burned within
They lashed him with dark rain and wind
Yet He glowed like fire in a kiln
He stood his will on yonder rock
And it held his frame upright
It froze his mind on a single thought
While the days wailed into nights
The nights were days, and the days were weeks
And the weeks were months and years
And the countless years were a moment again
That flowed like an ever-new creek
And then the dot he saw within
For a thousand years and moreV
anished into his longing
Like a drop on a lonely shore
And within a question slowly stirred
'Why this sudden still?
Where is the sky that filled my eyes
The crescent 'pon the window sill?'
So saying the sage trained his eyes
Outward, towards the light
And there on a crag of rain-whipped stone
The Lord filled his sight
Resplendent he shone like moonwashed snow
Hugged by a deep blue sky
Ash sprinkled from his chiselled self
The earth slept to the soft lullaby
Eyes awash the sage arose
And touched himself to the ground
And on rising to HIS loving gaze
He spake with a voice newfound
'Thou knowest Lord, my destiny
And what, from you I seek.
Tis thy will that shines from the pearl
To the burnished mountain peaks'
'If it be my task to free the souls
Of my ancestors from their ash
Then grant me this boon, bear her Lord
For with boundless power, she falls'
'So be it', said the loving God
As he stood, casual, askance
He grew, the crescent kissed a passing cloud
And he shifted, to a regal stance
'Come!' he called to the far beyond
All things fell silent, still
He freed his mane of matted hair
And the heavens felt a thrill
She heard him call, and nodded assent
And tinkled her anklets sweet
With folded hands and a crescent smile
She dropped, the earth rushing to her feet
Faster than light, she flew through the void
Faster than segmented time
Droplets that strayed from her silken robes
Turned to icy, enternal chimes
Like a column of jewels, like a diamond spear
Like a bolt from Indra's bow
Like an unspoken word of unstoppable truth
She thundered towards HIS brow
The earth shuddered and the firmament shook
They felt the surge of her soul
A moment ago she was a star
And now a galaxy whole!
A thousand miles in half a blink
eons in a single sigh
She was power that roamed beyond mortal ken
And beauty that words belie
She fell with the sureness of rising dawn
But knew not what transpired
She saw him shake his night-like mane
And now, in HIS locks, she was shired
In a trice, she was freed of her playful pride
She bowed in awed reverence
With a joyous swell,she gurgled forth
And lovingly, his feet she cleansed
'It is done', said the lord of a billion suns
And of time sans end or source
Dawn came, and was warmed by his smile
While the river made its course
He stands upon yonder rock
One foot resting in a stoic stance
The other on his thigh was locked
On bone and meager, starved sinew
His skin was wrap’d like cloth
His arms were raised in reverence
Above his matted locks
His eyes were closed, and yet,the Gods knew
The fire that burned within
They lashed him with dark rain and wind
Yet He glowed like fire in a kiln
He stood his will on yonder rock
And it held his frame upright
It froze his mind on a single thought
While the days wailed into nights
The nights were days, and the days were weeks
And the weeks were months and years
And the countless years were a moment again
That flowed like an ever-new creek
And then the dot he saw within
For a thousand years and moreV
anished into his longing
Like a drop on a lonely shore
And within a question slowly stirred
'Why this sudden still?
Where is the sky that filled my eyes
The crescent 'pon the window sill?'
So saying the sage trained his eyes
Outward, towards the light
And there on a crag of rain-whipped stone
The Lord filled his sight
Resplendent he shone like moonwashed snow
Hugged by a deep blue sky
Ash sprinkled from his chiselled self
The earth slept to the soft lullaby
Eyes awash the sage arose
And touched himself to the ground
And on rising to HIS loving gaze
He spake with a voice newfound
'Thou knowest Lord, my destiny
And what, from you I seek.
Tis thy will that shines from the pearl
To the burnished mountain peaks'
'If it be my task to free the souls
Of my ancestors from their ash
Then grant me this boon, bear her Lord
For with boundless power, she falls'
'So be it', said the loving God
As he stood, casual, askance
He grew, the crescent kissed a passing cloud
And he shifted, to a regal stance
'Come!' he called to the far beyond
All things fell silent, still
He freed his mane of matted hair
And the heavens felt a thrill
She heard him call, and nodded assent
And tinkled her anklets sweet
With folded hands and a crescent smile
She dropped, the earth rushing to her feet
Faster than light, she flew through the void
Faster than segmented time
Droplets that strayed from her silken robes
Turned to icy, enternal chimes
Like a column of jewels, like a diamond spear
Like a bolt from Indra's bow
Like an unspoken word of unstoppable truth
She thundered towards HIS brow
The earth shuddered and the firmament shook
They felt the surge of her soul
A moment ago she was a star
And now a galaxy whole!
A thousand miles in half a blink
eons in a single sigh
She was power that roamed beyond mortal ken
And beauty that words belie
She fell with the sureness of rising dawn
But knew not what transpired
She saw him shake his night-like mane
And now, in HIS locks, she was shired
In a trice, she was freed of her playful pride
She bowed in awed reverence
With a joyous swell,she gurgled forth
And lovingly, his feet she cleansed
'It is done', said the lord of a billion suns
And of time sans end or source
Dawn came, and was warmed by his smile
While the river made its course
HUSH
Hush, beat softer
Like her footsteps on the sand
See, but do not linger
Like the wind, that kis'd her hand
Hush, beat softer
Or you'll drown her tinkling laugh
The lucky wind Oh! he sways her hips
As she walks along the wharf
Hush, beat softer
Oh! don't make me sigh
Or she'll know i'm just an island
Under a lone, dark sky
Hush, beat softer
She's just passed me by
I feel like the moment after
An unsaid goodbye
Hush, beat softer
There like a whisper she stands
I see her shoulders heaving
And the breeze at play with her strands
Hush, beat softer
She turns with a tear and a smile!
The smile that tugs me closer
A tear for each lost mile
Hush, beat softer
My love is in my arms
The clouds have kissed the ocean
And the sky is blue and calm
Like her footsteps on the sand
See, but do not linger
Like the wind, that kis'd her hand
Hush, beat softer
Or you'll drown her tinkling laugh
The lucky wind Oh! he sways her hips
As she walks along the wharf
Hush, beat softer
Oh! don't make me sigh
Or she'll know i'm just an island
Under a lone, dark sky
Hush, beat softer
She's just passed me by
I feel like the moment after
An unsaid goodbye
Hush, beat softer
There like a whisper she stands
I see her shoulders heaving
And the breeze at play with her strands
Hush, beat softer
She turns with a tear and a smile!
The smile that tugs me closer
A tear for each lost mile
Hush, beat softer
My love is in my arms
The clouds have kissed the ocean
And the sky is blue and calm
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
New Year's Day
Three hundred days have gone past
Pulling 65 days along
All to ring in this day
That, I think, deserves a song
'What's so special about new year's day
Why the hallabaloo?
It looks the same to me', you may say
'And is colder by a centigrade or two!'
There's the feeling you see, of time that's passed
Into silent ignominy
And things that you did, that you touched and held
Are now memories in a silent sea
And there's the spirit, you know, of something new
something, that's just come alive
Like dawn or a shining drop of dew
Or a thought that's out in the sky
'Tis on New year's day that these two meet,
Past tense and a future new
Like dusk, on an olden hill, that holds
More hope and a tear or two
So bring in the champagne, and have some cake
Fill the air with laughter and song!
Say farewell with a smile and a wink and a toast
And welcome a year that can't go wrong!
Pulling 65 days along
All to ring in this day
That, I think, deserves a song
'What's so special about new year's day
Why the hallabaloo?
It looks the same to me', you may say
'And is colder by a centigrade or two!'
There's the feeling you see, of time that's passed
Into silent ignominy
And things that you did, that you touched and held
Are now memories in a silent sea
And there's the spirit, you know, of something new
something, that's just come alive
Like dawn or a shining drop of dew
Or a thought that's out in the sky
'Tis on New year's day that these two meet,
Past tense and a future new
Like dusk, on an olden hill, that holds
More hope and a tear or two
So bring in the champagne, and have some cake
Fill the air with laughter and song!
Say farewell with a smile and a wink and a toast
And welcome a year that can't go wrong!
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