The Turmoils Within

Why tangle with the past when i have a future ahead
Confusion is all that it creates
The clock ticks and it ticks fast
Collecting Memories which long last

Why do the wise ones say to dwell in the present?
As Putting my past behind is a difficult thing to do!
Courage & prioritizing is all that it takes
To not spoil my future for nostalgia's sake

I know there is a journey i have to take
But its a tough decision to make
Thank god curiosity as its a blessing of its own
Without it I would be leading an arid life

So now as i have written it all out
I better go hit the sack
Sleep peacefully till dawn
Coz Tomorrow I have a 'life' to catch

Transition from new to old

Kaliyuga has come to an end as the Golden Age dawns.Its a new beginning. Life sans frills and extravaganza.

As the waves were destined to come down upon us ,all that we could do was pray,while some of my materialistic friends were frantically trying to hoard all their worldy possesions in every way possible but ,to no avail.

Nature is a witness to all. She sees the atrocity of our actions, and she says if you can destroy my creations , I can destroy you too.Yes, the modern world might have given you Electricity,Internet and more,but what comes with that at a heavy price? Nuclear Missiles,weapons, terrorism and worst of all ,robbing us of our virtues and corrupting our minds.

As each waves rolled upon us ,reality struck us in a hard way, teaching us about the essence of life. Asking us to start over. Live life the way it was meant to be. Demanding us not to be avaracious.

Finally the pralaya did it all, not sparing even one but in its own way acting as a benefactor, clearing away our sins and primarily our illusions.

RUDRA

Lust.

Injustice.

Treachery.

The Neelkant’s patience was running out..His whole body was pulsating with the urge to let go off all the energy building up inside him ever since the Kaliyuga had started, but now, it was time.

Time for the dance of death.

Thump! A small ripple was caused in the oceans of the universe.

Thump! He shook his dumaroo, as his steps vigorously synchronized with the beats.

Thump! Rudra’s cosmic dance enacted the role of an archer as the waters began receding, like the arrow being pulled back on his bow.

He was lost in dance, his matted hair springing violently , his red eyes wide open in rage as his every step generated heat within the earth.

Thump! The ground beneath his feet cracked as water started to flow .

Thump! Each wave was directed at sinners.

Thump! Every crack formed , devoured the transgressors while the waters caused wave upon wave as it engulfed the whole universe.

He slowly felt the energy ebb away when a sense of calm had overcome him. There he stood on a vast expanse of water,eyes closed as he gracefully lifted his right leg while letting his left arm loosely cross his body , his right hand raised to bless the universe for the upcoming cycle of creation.

An ode to a wandering bard

He sat down at the rim of the fountain not a care in the world, a loner with the only aim of being transported to a different world. Chin down , the scroll resting on his palm, he waited a few minutes , cleared his mind , filling every fiber of his being with tranquility. He went blank for a moment and he knew the time had arrived.

The street was busy with activity ,even then they could feel the augury . They looked around for the harbringer,but it would not be long before they could spot him out.

He raised his bow like a magician would raise his wand and the moment it touched the strings, time stood still. The only movements were those of his fingers on the strings and even those were suttle.The notes flowed from his red violin to the hearts of the on lookers creating such an atmosphere that one could not breathe.

As the notes reached their high’s and low’s , the audience could not help but feel their heart swell with an unknown emotion. An emotion creating havoc in their hearts yet instilling a peace in their minds. They felt alight although they were weighed down by the melancholy.

Not a care in the world he played on , enchanting all. Lifting his spirits high onto heaven and above. He swayed along with the wind, feeling the sweet breeze in his hair, his fingers playing eccentric notes ,inspiring him beyond his imagination.

All they could do was watch him as the music tugged their hearts and touched their souls.

Suddenly the music came to an end and he walked away like a free man unknown to the fact that he had imprisoned all with the magic of his violin. As he slowly walked away , he dint notice the street which was filled with pin drop silence and neither did he notice that he had left everyone with tears in their eyes.

KRSNA

I am a Zealot. A zealot of Krishna .Krishna and Love are analogous to each other. Definition of love is krishna.

It is near impossible to felicitate him with the right words.He who anonymously enters your life, whirling you away with his charms never ever letting you to live your life placidly. Sometimes you tend to wonder if he is a mirage or is he really that good at camouflaging himself in your daily life?

A connoisseur of music and a known flirt , as he audaciously chaffs at all his gopi's. Master of the flute, a very welcoming change from the blaring music you hear these days, a person who spurs energy into one's indolent life.

He is the one who obviates all your miseries and stigmas.When you are ambushed he readily arbitrates all your problems and once he enters your life you feel like allocating and dedicating all your time to him.

He is my inspiration, the one who lauds me on and gives me courage to face all difficulties. He is my everything in this world of nothings.

Mad-ads

Mad- ad is an act i would advise not be staged at a place where the audience's are expected to behave civil.Although Mad-ads survive on the advocacy of barbs and disparage,viewers cancondone their behaviour as everyone are left in awe of their wittiness .What impresses me the most about Mad-ads is how they embellish their acts with equivocacy.I can vouch for one fact that It requires a lot of Aptitude for one to stage an act filled with caricatures and conundrums.

Being a part of the team requires a lot of effort .As all acts runs on concentric circle's of parody's one needs to have a strong capacity of humour and assimilation power.

Mad- ad's can be of many types but all of them are fictious.It may be coeval or sometimes evenlionize a current legend.Some of them even address the bugbears of society and it is not very difficult to elicit a positive response from the audience.The best part about Mad-ads is that it is for everyone,even for a recluse or an Apotheosis as it serves as a temporary antiseptic foranxious or troubled minds.

Althought Mad-ads are a recent form of art i sincerely hope that they remain perennial and continue to entertain generations to come.

Anarchism??

Ok let me start without a preamble.This isnt an anecdote or a peice of wisdom its just a thought

Im not flouting . Neither am I going to impose my opinion on you.

Sometimes i wonder. There are a lot of anarchists in our country and this fact goads me to find the reason.

Loyalist's turned into Anarchist's may be because of bereavement or pure resentment to the fact that there is no refuge for common people from poverty,hypocrisy etc

One does not expect hero's or sages but neither do they expect an arcade villiansof in the heart of the government.Many reproach the ways things are run in our country.Todays government though may think themselves to be authoritative , and think they command a lot of respect , I think otherwise. It's more of a farce.One cannot fool the 'aam' janta by daubing themselves with the orange,white and green paint.

Many have a presentiment that the future of the country seems very daunt, but we need to tackle this problem with equanimity.It's time to take the future in our own hands. Nothing's going to come by refuting the government time and again.

All we need is a small push.There would be a profusion of wealth in our land if only the energy of teeming millions could be harnessed.

I know a lot of my well wishers would admonish me as to why i write on such a strong topic.

I could have been less verbose, and this is strongly my opinion and nothing else.

'JaI hind'

Disclaimer- I love my country and i dont have such a huge issue with the govt.. they r doing an ok job :D. I'm being creative thats all!

U 'n' I

For a second the whole world stood still

Stars shined bright in the sky

I felt blessed like all women

And for a moment there wasn't a reason to cry

When our words began to fail

Our eyes began to speak

And what we coud'nt express

Began to get etched in out memories

Then started a slight drizzle

A drizzle which sprinkled hope

Hope which was the reason of our love

And we thanked the angels above

For love did we love

For hope did we hope

Cause all love to hope

But we hoped to love