The lil' beauties of monsoon..

Thanks for being there!

I dreamt of a world so perfect
the world one may never get to live in,
It was all a distant hope
till I got you to fill in

My days seeem so complete
with your gleaming eyes and laughter,
My nights seem to peaceful
with your supportive words and my sleep thereafter

Everyday, I dream of being yours
Everyday I just want you to be there,
No one can replace your touch
no one can gift me such care

Through good, bad and dull times
you have always stood by me,
I want to hold your hand forever
and a future with you is all I see

Everyone walks along the road of life
Everyone finds a destination somewhere,
My walk would be incomplete without you
days would be lifeless with you not being there

Let me drown deep inside you
Let me feel your happiness and pain
Let my love take you far from everyone
and fall in love all over again

God seems to have blessed us
he gifted us the divine light,
I don’t wish to seek for anything else
for it’s with you, that everything seems right

I dreamt of a world so perfect
the world one may never get to live in,
It was all a distant hope
till I got you to fill in

Thanks for being there!

A lost childhood

Not a song to be sung with a tune
nor a tale I can dream about,
not a story to be told in words
not a pain I can easily cry out

Smelling the dust I once played with
walking along the roads I grew up in,
the friendly shadows have lost their way
and abandoned me for an unknown sin

I follow the trails of small feet
maybe of a child returning home,
the twilight kisses the earthly souls
reminding me I am all alone

While I search for a meaning in undying ashes
I feel I have lost my childhood somewhere,
I still hope your hand holds me tight
and relieves me of the pain that I bear

The haunting fragnance of past
takes me to those innocent moments,
when I always wished to grow older
ignorant about the truth, about your absence

I dream of meeting you again
and hugging you with all my heart
I dream of learning those lessons
lessons that soul-less books can't impart

I dip myself into the dreamy past
where every laughter echoed with care,
I swim in the hopeful ocean
just to feel how life is there

I still feel that pain deep within
something I wish I could share
I wonder if I can heal it someday
but it looks like an age-old affair

I stroll ahead with mindless thoughts
and bury the emotions within,

For it's not a song to be sung with a tune
nor a tale I can dream about,
not a story to be told in words
not a pain I can easily cry out...

Some unanswered questions...

Since the birth of man, the essence of irony has ornamented the world. Compared to the past, we live in a dangerously ironical world today, where the two extremes prevail at horrifically endless and non-linear points.

These words seem to be a reflection of how Nietzsche believed the world to be in his times. Amusingly, when he describes the level of immorality in those times, I wonder how the world has degenerated from bad to worse. Out of all facets that he scrutinises, the most intriguing to me is his conception of morality. The way he sews words, that perfectly describe the complex and abstract aspects of the world is not just outrageously candid but also perfectly true sometimes. I may be the most insignificant element on earth to comment on a figure as renowned, loathed, loved and maligned as Nietzsche. I am still daring to. Morality has enjoyed numerous descriptions and re-descriptions with time. To some, it may simply be an abstract concept that is too complex to be understood. On the other hand, some may consider it the simplest notion of mankind and how human conduct them.

In the words of Nietzsche, “Morality is nothing else but obedience to customs, of whatever kind these may be. And customs are the conventional way of acting and valuing, there is no morality in matters of which no observance exists. The circle of morality ever shrinks, in proportion as life is less regulated by observance. What is observance? A higher authority, which is obeyed, not because it prescribes what is useful to us, but simply because it prescribes. By what does this feeling we have towards observance differ from the general sentiment of fear? It is the awe inspired by a superior intellect which lays down prescriptions, by an inconceivable, undefined power, by something more than personal-that is superstition in this fear. Originally, the fields of education, and hygienic, matrimony, the healing art, agriculture, war , speech, and silence, the intercourse of mortals both among themselves and with gods, formed so many departments of morality, which demanded that we should obey, irrespective of our individuality. At the outset everything was custom, and he who wanted to rise above it has to make him-self legislator and medicine-man, a kind of semi-god, that is to say, he had to set up customs-a fearful and most hazardous thing to do. Who is the most moral person? On the one hand, he who most frequently fulfils the law: who, like the Brahmin, carries the consciousness of it with him everywhere and into each minute particle of time, being ever ingenious in finding opportunities of fulfilling the law. On the other hand, he who fulfils it even in the most trying cases. The most moral man is he who brings the greatest sacrifices to morality.”

I do not doubt a single sentence in the above words. These words remained true in the 19th century and still hold relevance in the 21st century. Individuals trying to break away from the conventional prescribed norms either belong to sphere of isolation or are bled to guilt till they don’t agree to the outrageousness of their act. This has always happen and will continue to happen. Let democracy advocate its principles or let liberalism penetrate its way into the modern world of free ideas, the fundamentals would remain the same. They will creep in with a garb of irony and engulf all ideas opposed to this.

The notion of ‘morality’ remains so important, because of the undying prevalence of its antonym, ‘immorality’. When a community lays down certain prescriptions that are considered normal and acceptable, some individuals oppose it and break the spell, leading to immorality. The contemporary world is hugely responsible for renovating immorality and thus making morality a topic of discussion and pseudo-urgency. Infidelity, betrayal, back-stabbing, cheating are all different dresses of the same wardrobe. Not surprisingly, they are an inevitable part of the society today. Do we consider these things immoral? Do we punish the individuals who have crossed to the other side and broken the basic fundamentals of the society? Is it relevant to let the idea of morality enjoy the stature it does today? Why not blur the difference between ‘morality’ and ‘immorality’ and let the conceptions of trust and betrayal walk hand in hand? When morality is anyway breached upon persistently, then why not let ‘immorality’ be a part of the society and let acts of innocence, randomness or accidentality enjoy some mortality? When humans are subject to random acts that may not correspond with the prescriptions of society, then why do codes of conduct rule or dictate their acts?

I wonder if we let things loose and let humans do what they have to, without any reigns of morality or codes of conduct guiding them. Would then humans be happy and morally satisfied? Are half the problems of the world because of the reason that humans are expected to follow a line which may or may not be right in the true sense? Do morals really exist? If life is a synonym for self-expression, then are we living it the wrong way? Are my views too narrow when seen holistically? Am I too conservative for a part of the world where sexuality is usually not married to emotions? These are few questions which would have varying answers ,depending on one's perception or one's society...These are some questions that can never be correctly answered...at least not with universal correctness!!!


-AM

I would still walk along....

An atheist of love, I finally fell for it
Collapsing into the arms of an unfaithful future
I immersed into every moment with passion
The passion that spelt purity

With an undefined path
I walk ahead with hopeless hope
To hold your hand someday
The hand that would leave me forever

I would still walk along
To make u feel wanted
I would still love you
To make u feel loved

Emotions pinch me with vengeance
Creeping into a world of million tears
Your words thrash my heart with pain
Gifting me lonely moments of wonderment

Orphaned by intentions, my tears rolls down
Dripping through this hour of despair
Dreams of your touch rip apart...
Rip apart into a definite future of loss

But, I would still walk along
To make u feel wanted
I would still love you
To make u feel loved

Something seems so natural about this pain
Hugging me at this dark hour of night
I remember your words of truth
The truth that tempts me to cry again

I can already see you hiding away
Echoing a convincing argument of life
You would walk away with ease
Blaming me for singing a tale of hope

But, I would still walk along
To make u feel wanted
I would still love you
To make u feel loved

Your future seems so bright
So bright with lovely times of satisfaction
I would still have to pay for my ugly deeds in the past
Paying a price so unreasonably high

For a few faint seconds,
I felt your presence
And clutched on to your shadow
The shadow that departed without a hint

But, I would still walk along
To make u feel wanted
I would still love you
To make u feel loved

Shattered like a glass
I question the devotion of my soul
With this dream nearing its end
I wonder if my love is worth this pain

Convinced by your perception
I mould myself to trust harsh realities
But failed by my overriding emotions
I still follow my sensitive heart

Besides this pain and undying tears,

I would still walk along
To make u feel wanted
I would still love you
To make u feel loved

-AM

An Inspiration...

Inspired emotions pamper my day
My night would sleep with divine light,
This controlled smile tells a story
A lovely story of the handsome knight

Messenger of the Victorious
He rides with passions unknown,
Undeterred by broken dreams
His chariot sways across roads unborn

Faithful hope is what he cherishes
Quitting, he believes in the lord of slavery,
No tales echo moments of his failure
For success surrenders before his bravery

Though dark woods and tough times
Against shadows of betrayal and moonless nights
He stands so strong... so strong with glory
He would never share... never share the secret of his story

Loyally married to selfless deeds
Integrity guides every move he takes
Unshaken by the driest hour of despair,
Dexterity is what makes him so great

Inspired emotions pampered my day
My night would sleep with divine light
This controlled smile tells a story
The lovely story of that handsome knight

One night stand

I hate these sleepless nights. They simply haunt you about your past, ridicule you about your helpless present and scare you about a possible dark future. Dark nights yawning undesirable thoughts, that sleep with you...sleep with you ruthlessly all the time!

It laughs at you...laughs at you with selfish silent smiles...

It sleeps with you endlessly...sleeps with you through the night...

The world retires calmly and orphans you alone, but stillness covers you and holds your hand..

Sometimes I wonder....

How faithful are these moments, they accompany you for the night...they sleep with no strings attached...they don't believe in promises or commitments...

They sleep with 'no strings attached'...A Night Stand...that's what I call it...A one-night stand,

Mourning pain...

These unsung words

repeat in my mind every night

Cuddling your emotions with care

silently discovering my dark side

Possession holds no meaning today

uncertainty engulfs me from within

I fear hurting you any moment

simply fear committing any sin

Endless emotions are what I feel now

immortal love is all I desire

Hidden deep inside me, is your touch

the touch that sparks the fire

Unsaid promises creep along the journey

dry dreams pour their fate on time

Faint shadow of tears await in the dark

but hope craves for you to be mine

Walking along this unseen road

consoling my fears with fake smiles

I resent the coming future

where I see solitude for endless miles

Deep inside this poem

this heart calls you my own

Staring through my numb eyes

I see my pain that mourns...

Rustic Revelations!

This sunken feeling makes my heart melt with despair....The moments of the past ought not to rightfully declare the future!! Tenderness and innocence seems to have divorced my days and years. Some stories are just not worth falling on ears, even if they are deceitful. The ‘crossroads’ hold no answers to our actions sometimes. 'Ethics' just don't seem to impress always and even though the seeds of ‘values’ are rooted deep within… the flowers that take birth reveal a different story!! Sometimes, your desires strangle your conscience and beg you to overlook the truth and live the ‘temporary illusion’ or fabricated dream… Human emotions have always kissed complexity and as we unfreeze some of our emotions, they bleed of ambiguity… a sense of ambiguity that confuses the mind and cushions itself comfortably with uncertainty!!

Fathoming, what fate offers and what we do with it only results in contradiction, a feeling that provokes you to think if you were ever right? Sleeping unconsciously is all I can seek… Every moment of consciousness questions my sanity and sensibility…walking the path of practicality is an age old advice packed beautifully with someone’s experiences, but does it hold validity when you choose to bury it for a few moments…the moments when you plug your senses and let loose your dark side?

The past one hour has unnerved my fears that were subconsciously laughing at me when the dark side overpowered my deeds. Yes, I chose to go ahead...I still wish to go ahead..even though it is immoral! Even if regret and tears are an eventuality...I want to go ahead..!

~AM