Poetry

Laconic Lashings

For alms of calm I pray,

With winds of change I sway,

The night is desolate dark,

Peace shattered by an inhumane bark,

In shrines of broken empty lives,

Fractured fragments continue to thrive,

The chains of seductive sedative thought,

In wrought iron chains impotent brains caught,

Sorry excuses in silent sympathy,

Now rollick around for empathy,

Weakened limbs now buckle down,

Under weight of the world’s crown,

In this afterglow I walk away,

Lest my chaos, lead me astray.

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Poetry

Lonely Reflections

These times are old yet new,

Troubled by wicked memories few,

Like petals decked in the morning dew,

Distant horizon masked by tresses that blew,

In such withering voids if you knew,

How much I now miss you.

What would you do now?

I sometimes longingly feel,

if I didn’t miss the chance,

that I so hopelessly blew.

Sometimes these reflections,

help reflect away life.

In this lonely perfection,

Hurt is soul’s carving knife.

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Poetry

Light Bulb

As I see the light so bright,

Rushing in through every pore.

Purging evil residing in every site,

I close my eyes to the onslaught more.

 

When it was dark

I lay alone.

Finding happiness

In things so gore.

When it’s so bright

I am still alone.

Basking in serenity

My own personal shore.

 

I am still in a chasm,

Though now of peace.

Seeking for alms,

Begging for every piece.

 

Still I miss

The days so dark.

Every mistake

Cloaked in masks.

As I absolve now

In the light so bright.

Every goal desired

Seems in sight.

 

Laying now under, the golden hue,

I try to seek in, a tranquil few.

Moments perhaps, to finally mend,

The soul to which, darkness had lent.

Its demeanor to battle,

To destroy every light.

Bend every vassal,

To its all consuming might.

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Abstract Rumblings

Inspiration, Imagination or Imitation

Inspiration is extremely rare to find these days. The Internet has made information retrieval such a simple task. Gone are the days when research meant original ideas, hours of struggle with tomes in the library and days of incessant labor. A single click today and a plethora of knowledge opens up.

  • But are we to gain from this Instant Coffee approach?
  • Does creative pursuit end on Google Search?
  • Are we leaving a legacy of dependence on wires and wireless?

Creation is and shall always be a dynamic process. Entwined, interspersed and inspired from Nature. The morning dew, the rising sun, the mountains tall, the glades, the flowers are all same as the ones our ancestors had for their creative titillation.

  • So why is there a dearth of creative, imaginative and original ideas?
  • Are we incompetent, imperfect and impractical today?
  • Are we simply ignorant of the treasure trove around us?
  • Are we simply happy to imitate because it’s faster and less taxing?

Inspiration shall always come to those, who look for it. But the secret is to search in the right places, at the right time and for the right purpose. With inspiration in hand and imagination at work, one can do wonders. You may be a poet or a practitioner, imagination gives you the ability to go beyond the usual din. The power to sail beyond the horizons of conformity to islands of exclusiveness and exceptions but can Knowledge substitute Imagination and Inspiration?

Knowledge breeds from the past, Imagination forges the future and Inspiration envisages the present. All three are vital for success. For there is no future, if you don’t learn from the past. But the time to act is now. So go out and get inspired. Leave Google to what it does best: Doodle.

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