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The Angel Song

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The Angel Song

I met a lost angel this night,
In the lonely woods, in plight.
Mending  her  broken  wings,
With  rugged  magic  strings.

“Can  you  help  me  out?” –
Her moist eyes in doubt,
-“will  grant  you  a  wish.”
Hands trembling in anguish.

“There,  they all  wait  for  me,
Bleeding  Souls in  teary  sea.
Those wounded soldiers there
With  nothing but  faith bare.”

How could I refuse!
An  angel  in  blues.
But I know not how,
How to fulfil this vow!

With a soft look into my eyes,
She read through the naked disguise
And  said “All I need  is a  drop  of  tear
To drag me out of this gnawing despair.”

Little  startling,  little  high
A little request I can’t deny.
So I squeezed out a bitter drop
A sacrifice for the little Aesop.

Happy again, she vanished in starry glow,
Rousing  up the fallen leaves with a  blow.
*
The wish, still, I have not put to use,
But  those  tears I started  still  ooze.

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Written by Abhishek

August 12, 2010 at 6:40 PM

The Prestige

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The Prestige

As I look into the mirror,
and face myself,
I can feel the
stiffness
creep
in.
As I wear the clothes,
and don the image
I can feel the
tautness
grip
me,
For I have waited for this day,
to be heard, and
applauded by
you
all,
I have pulled myself up for sure,
and as I walk across
the stage, I can
feel a million
eyes on
me,
‘Coz there are those silky traps
That prestige lure,
but this day, I will
prove myself
for sure.

– Inspired by Christopher Nolan’s “The Prestige”.

Written by Abhishek

August 6, 2010 at 7:06 PM

The Closing Bell

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The mind gazed at the sky,
Both barren, blue and dry,
Not even a cloud out high,
Or a thought crossing by.

Been through such a time?
Eerily silent as a broken chime,
And the night in her hours prime
Weaving magic with her acts mime.

Just when the prologue was ’bout to end,
And the purity was ’bout to transcend,
A gust of wind had the feathers ruffled,
And, the act was enveloped in noises muffled.

The rough winds hissed in from the north,
And    dragged     strange     fears    forth
Like men concealed in the Trojan horse,
Unlocked the gates for emotions coarse

The soul wedged in the night yelled.
I,  like  a  stunned  soldier,  beheld
The rummage began taking its toll
As despair massacred the timid soul

With  the  epilogue  still  to  play,
And the actress distraught in the fray,
The waning moon escorted her through,
As she hid her face,  her discoloured hue.

*

The war was done.
I know not who won,
Who seized the stage
Emptiness or rage.

Written by Abhishek

July 31, 2010 at 8:41 AM

Feeling the Rain. Still.

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Standing on the edge of the cliff.
As I stared at the far off horizon, I could
Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,
And feel the fleeting winds zip by.

All of a sudden, it started to pour.
Leisurely, and then gained pace,
I stood there, drenched in the rain,
Not willing to go, feeling inane.

The evening gradually rolled in,
Wrapping the earth in its gloomy veil.
I stood there, absorbing the last few rays
Piercing through the long drawn haze.

And I lay down on the ground,
Soaking my soul in the numbing sounds,
I lay there, with my awakened sense of touch.
Never have I enjoyed the shower so much.

Know not when I fell asleep
Know not when the morning broke
I woke up, with the sun staring at my face,
Shining vigorously with all its grace.

As I stood up, my dress dripping wet,
And turned to go back to my place, I could
Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,
And feel the fleeting winds zip by.


– A night dedicated to the rain Gods

Standing on the edge of the cliff.

As I stared at the far off horizon, I could

Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,

And feel the fleeting winds zip by.

All of a sudden, it started to pour.

Leisurely, and then gained pace,

I stood there, drenched in the rain,

Not willing to go, feeling inane.

The evening gradually rolled in,

Wrapping the earth in its gloomy veil.

I stood there, absorbing the last few rays

Piercing through the long drawn haze.

And I lay down on the ground,

Soaking my soul in the numbing sounds,

I lay there, with my awakened sense of touch.

Never have I enjoyed the shower so much.

Know not when I fell asleep

Know not when the day broke

I woke up, with the sun staring at my face,

Shining vigorously with all its grace.

As I stood up, my dress dripping wet,

And turned to go back to my place, I could

Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,

And feel the fleeting winds zip by.

Written by Abhishek

July 25, 2010 at 12:55 PM

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A Moment For Them

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Sweating, he toils in the sand,
Digging as hard as he can,
Have we looked at his worn-out hand?
Or, his jaded feet, did we scan?

The sun is up and rough,
But, without a word, he digs on,
What has made him so tough?
Or, what inner strength does he don?

Not much of age, maybe ten,
Sure, he is not digging for gold.
What is he looking for then?
Or, … has he just been sold!

As his master gives him a stare,
He digs on, fearful of a bash,
Is it out of his master’s scare?
Or, because of the day-end cash?

Slowly, the light gets dim,
And as the evening settles down,
He returns to his hut grim,
But happy that he fetched his crown.

As he places the earned pay
in his mother’s hand, he smiled,
For him, a nonchalant end to another day!
For us: “Who cares if he’s still a child!

Written by Abhishek

July 18, 2010 at 11:32 AM

The Silver Lining

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The Silver Lining

Deep dark inside, it seemed
Peeped down – it looked like a deep chasm
As if lost, twisted in some jerky spasm
Not even a ray of light beamed.

The thunderous monsoon played wrath
Contriving clouds dancing to its tunes
Obscurity encompassed the sandy dunes
That lay by the side of the path.

Far far ahead the empty road lay
Not even a speck of life in sight
And the bareness, with itself, in fight
Just then, a voice from behind floated “Hey!”

Looking back, a familiar face smiled
The tears rolling down the sides spoke
“It’s me! Again” was all that the voice could croak
And an invisible kiss on the lips mild.

“Hold my hands, as we have always had
And as rules of freedom love birds abide
Supporting you always from by your side
Bestowing the strength, with courage to add.”

Clutching the hand, moving in sync
Could see the clouds parting its cloak
Mischievous clouds obedient by some magical stroke
Revealed the sunshine to the soul – the missing link.

Clear blue skies heralded by the wand
Showed the track for them to tread
Bathed in the light and nothing left unsaid
The Mighty Gods have reinforced the bond.

– For we are bound to go where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we shall risk our ship ourselves.

Photo Courtesy : Here

Written by Abhishek

June 27, 2010 at 11:39 PM

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Wings of Fire

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As my readers have noticed, I like to, from time to time, pick up certain quotes from books I have read or am currently reading.This time its “Wings of Fire” – An autobiography of A.P.J. Abdul Kalam. It is a record of an amazing journey of Abdul Kalam from a very humble village to the highest and most respected position in the country.

APJ Abdul Kalam

Following are some of the passages from the book that has moved me:

We are all born with a divine fire in us
Our efforts should be to give wings to this fire
and fill the world with the glow of its goodness

The best way to win was to not need to win. The best performances are accomplished when you are relaxed and free of doubt.

I have always been a religious person in the sense that I maintain a working partnership with God. I was aware that the best work required more ability than I possessed and therefore I needed help that only God could give me. I made a true estimate of my own ability, then raised it by 50 per cent and put myself in God’s hands. In this partnership, I have always received all the power I needed, and in fact have actually felt it flowing through me. Today, I can affirm that the kingdom of God is within you in the form of this power, to help achieve your goals and realise your dreams.

The trouble is that we often merely analyse life instead of dealing with it. People dissect their failures for causes and effects, but seldom deal with them and gain experience to master them and thereby avoid their recurrence. This is my belief: that through difficulties and problems God gives us the opportunity to grow. So when your hopes and dreams and goals are dashed, search among the wreckage, you may find a golden opportunity hidden in the ruins.

Life is a difficult game. You can win it only by retaining your birthright to be a person. And to retain this right, you will have to be willing to take the social or external risks involved in ignoring pressures to do things the way others say they should be done.

Written by Abhishek

June 4, 2010 at 11:45 AM

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