The Angel Song

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.
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The wish, still, I have not put to use,
But  those  tears I started  still  ooze.

Feeling the Rain. Still.

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.

The Return to childhood

Bidhannagar Mela at Salt Lake City, Kolkata

Or, that’s what I felt yesterday, when my friends and I made a visit to a nearby mela, ripe with all the rides – the Well of death(the best way to translate ‘Maut Ka Kua’), the vertical giant wheel, the indomitable swingers(dont be a pervert, i am tking about a ride! lol!); the snakelady gimmick, the tantrik jadugar, the most rustic form of a casino, and

Back again…

I am back again. Got lost in some work over the past weekend and didn’t have time for a post. Being back on the blog-o-sphere feels so good. And the reverse writer’s block that I described earlier has mostly vanished, and I am trying to rub off the remaining roughness. I made a visit to NID(National Institute of Design, Ahmedabad) this weekend, and the experience was simply amazing. They were people just out of this world, each immersed in their own world of creativity, so warming yet so far away; a place where creativity takes its birth. Some of our greatest designers are from this famed institute, an institute which is well appreciated by both the corporate world as well as the greatest thinkers and innovators of our times.

The first entry into NID shook me. Just infront of the main entrance,

Dasvidaniya and other films

It’s probably the fifth time that I watched Dasvidaniya, and the film still managed to retain its charm and simplicity. Everytime I watch the film, it strikes the same chord again and again. Some films are never made to go old. And, it’s all because of one person – Vinay Pathak, managing to take care of each and every minute details, just the right expressions, the right twitching of the eyes, and the right voice modulations. But, I will, in this post, not do a movie review. I have some other issues to lay down.

Consider the following films:

• Dasvidaniya
• Munnabhai MBBS
• Lage raho Munnabhai
• Taare Zameen Par
• 3 Idiots
• Swadesh

What do all this films have

Far from the madding crowd…

After some 16 years, we made a short trip away from the daily chores of  our household. A short trip indeed – 3 days only – but no doubt one of the most soothing and charming journeys ever. It was quite a trip with no proper planning at all – not knowing how to go where we should be heading next.
We started off from Kolkata on the 31st morning for Maithon – one of the most beautiful and calming place I had ever seen. Maithon, located on the banks of river Barakar, is the home of one of the most successful projects of India and  the Damodar Valley Corporation’s first successful one. The chilling cold splash of waves against the rocks, the shivery pinching of the cold winds against our faces and the beautiful scenery – it all made for a perfect way

Questions?

Man vs God – This has been one topic which has poked me all throughout. Questions have often engulfed me to the point of dizziness. Which of the two is a reality and which one is fantasy. “Who is God?” Or rather, “what is God?” – is it just a name or a symbol or a idol out of mud and clay? Is it the manifestation of inner power of human beings? Is it simply an object to boost courage during hardship and nothing else? God never seems so real. It’s an identity created out of the inherent weakness in man. It’s born out of the insecurities in and of man. Man has created God and not the contrary. And that’s what has given God so much power. It’s a lion in a pack of sheep. The lion does not exist if there is no sheep. We are but meek creatures given into all kinds of idolatry, without ever looking inwards. Look what strength we have. Look at Swamiji’s teachings.

You are lions; you are the soul, pure, infinite, and perfect. The might of the universe is within you. “Why weepest thou, my friend? There is neither birth nor death for thee. Why weepest thou? There is no disease or misery for thee. Thou art like the infinite sky: clouds of various colors come over it, play for a moment, then vanish; but the sky is ever the same eternal blue.