STRIKE 3...2...1

Do you see the rage in his eyes?

I see it too.

He burns because he is disconcerted. It makes him sick, when he watches them doing it all wrong. They had taken their oaths hadn’t they? They had promised to serve her, the soil on which they grew, hadn’t they? Others are befooled. He isn’t. He knows. No one would believe him.

This must be stopped...must be stopped...MUST BE STOPPED!

He will put an end to this.

It feels unnaturally heavy in his hand. It’s loaded. He had remembered to do that, he did. He can do this, of course. It is the virtuous thing to do. Can he? CAN YOU DO IT? DO IT? DO IT NOW!

His trigger finger jerks and BANG!

Break into a run.

What do you see now?

I see only pain.

Mumbling #2

Music is the ultimate high, don't you think? Better than any drug there is. Inside you, it has the power to build up a storm. Lose yourself in it and you can find yourself. Leaves me baffled, craving for more.

THE BREAK

When I didn't just open my eyes to look,

I saw.

I saw a pale light.

Hair on the back of my neck stood up.

Everything around me looked dangerously real.

The paper on which I write smells nice, feels coarse in my hand

It’s the most beautiful creation by man, this paper.

As I take off the make-up,

I see.

As I stand alone,

I see better than ever now.

Mumbling #1

It’s so easy to tell a kid not to cry over the ice-cream that just fell out of his hand, because it’s stupid. You’re consoling him with ‘Hey! You’re crying over this? What’ll you do when you’ll face greater losses in life later? This is silly. Be a sport.’ How insightful! That ice-cream meant the world to the kid.

MAGNIFICENCE

Walking on the marble floor

Cracked old paper

My grandmother’s hands

Desert cooler

That crooked smile

Lavender scented body wash

The smell of gunpowder

Woolen tights

Blinds on windows

Wilted leaves

Bournvita

I find it here. Where do you? :)

CONFLUENCE

The eyes that met, the gaze that pierced

The tingling of the skin; she neared

I clung to her and drank her love

She shivered for the fear of Him above

But together, here, it felt so right

In joyous ecstasy moaned the night

Her sparkling skin made my vision blur

She was me and I was her.

As I put my hand on her breast

Her heart thumped with unrest

She cried because it was so beautiful

I cried because it was impossible

How they did not listen to our plight

We were one before we saw our first light.

The one who dances is considered crazy by the one who cannot hear the music.

He’s running the race

And though the pace

has begun to tire him out,

he runs still

Saddled, bridled and directed

All fingers pointing North,

he runs South

Labyrinths ahead

Monster under the bed

Groans and crawls out.

He runs amok.

The fires burn

The waters churn

Rhythm engulfs him

He cries out loud

The soul screams for more

Amidst the furor,

Ecstasy throttles him

He hits the ground

No labyrinth ahead,

Exultant, he treads

Whittling a path of his own

He no longer runs.