“The Barbarian Invasions”

I was at my home, and I had this habit of seeing a movie before going to sleep. This time I choose the movie “The Barbarian Invasions”. Directed by Denys Arcand the movie is about a terminally ill College Professor Remy, who is dying of Liver Cancer and he decides to make amends to meet his friends and family before he dies.  He is helped by his son Sebastain, a successful businessperson in London, who uses all his will to make this possible.

From bribing Remy’s college students to praise his father that he was a great teacher to meeting his cousin and asking her to give his father weed, so that he would be on a high and forget his pain, this movie deals the simple truth of being together and sharing the pain.

I felt a real sense of happiness, after watching this movie and was about to lie down, when my sister came to running to my room. She was really sad, and told me that Dad had gone to toilet and was not coming out. I rushed to and opened the door, and there he was sitting, unable to walk or talk. We both helped him out together to the bedroom. I asked Mom to be calm and be with Dad, while we both went down and made a really strong chai. We took the chai and gave to Dad. He had some difficulty in drinking it, but somehow finished it.

Now he was feeling a little better, but couldn’t walk or talk properly. He was trying hard to talk but couldn’t. Without panicking, we took downstairs, and made a really quick light breakfast. When we all together, we have our food together and this time was also wasn’t different. We helped Dad eat  his food and quickly finished ours, and when to hospital.

We reached hospital and rushed to Doctor. More than a Doctor, he was a good-hearted soul, who Dad used to visit for regular checkups. He asked for an M.R.I. and by noon we got the result. Dad had a thalamic Stoke and he advised us to be really patient as the brain may take time to heal.

After two weeks of treatment, Dad was recovering really well. Now he was able to talk and walk again.

Looking back down the memory lane, it has been two years, but will I not ever forget the movie or the incident that happened afterwards.  

QUEST

Some hiding in the light,

Some winding in the night,

Dragging some down,

Lifting someone up...

Some lying in the dark to be woken up,

Some flying along in the shattered souls...

Flowing down in the tears,

In the irony of lamented,

Flying high in the joy of love,

Holding on the moment of high…

Circling along for redemption,

Strangling  in for answers,

Vanished sometimes by fear,

Banished sometimes by terror,

Waded by ignorant,

Embraced by mindful,

Path that will lead into the chasm,

The quest that will slide with time…

TRANCE

Following  the trail of the past,

I met her in the crowded streets…

Walking  along to the subway,

Sharing the moment,

We took  the shot of trance.

The next moment I was making love to her,

In the desolate room down the lane…

The light was sieving in,

As  I looked into her eyes,

The dark cloud of fear in her swamped me…

I was sucked into the dark; as  the time went back,

Holding her hand travelling in the  darkened path,

Scared and scarred, she took me along with her,

The predators ran behind as they grabbed her…

Lost in the dream I couldn’t  find her,

But  the ribbon of innocence…

I took the ribbon and looked up,

The time had slipped by…

I was standing in the midst of flesh dealers,

Dragging her on the streets,

She was sold and sold to the soulless,

As I was beginning to vanish in  her dreams,

I woke up in the disillusionment…

VERTIGO

In the vertigo of life,

Circling along in the axis,

Starts along slow,

Gets on to you slowly…

Swirling in a trance,

Winding into wilderness,

With the flashes of crowd,

Amidst the blaze of gala...

Enclosing in the time,

Submersed in the moments,

The reality is being split…

Sometimes in the median of silence,

Sometimes in jarring decibel of noise,

Sometime high in the ecstasy,

Sometimes low in the melancholy,

Sometimes holding the whiskers of sky,

Sometimes feeling the warmth of earth...

The  circle of journey called sometimes,

It turns around and on,

As the white and black swipes along…

"BLIND"

In greed and pride drowning in,

Bathing in fake acceptance and adulation,

Momentary joy of hollowness,

Momentary warmth of yearn,

Endorsing the paper greed,

Falling down...

Building the wall of lies,

Sealing away the truth,

Faking the happiness,

Deceiving the self ,

Rotting inside…

Hunger for power,

Feeding in the desires of material,

Wrecking the green shades,

Forting the grey bricks,

Dancing in the greased cloud,

Sweating in the basked sham,

You all are fading into blind…

FLEETING.

Like a child, I flew along with cold wind,

Flying into the land of lost paradise,

Drenching in the calmness of dulcet memories,

As the time flew back to me …

Caring nothing , believing in love,

I was breathing the purity of life.

Feeling  the warmness of lair,

Holding the serenity of peace,

Twined in the moments of togetherness,

Afar from the nightmares and the sleepless night,

Life now is flowing along,

Like a river in this fleeting memory…

LINES----

They are walking all along in the straight line,

Controlled and manipulated in the illusion,

Wandering in the self created hope of glory,

Creating a cubicle of even aspirations,

Breathing  the simulated air of slavery,

Eating the synthetic flesh of rottenness,

Ravishing in the glitter of jarred lights,

Weaving  the strains of jaded lives,

The lives have turned grey and muted…

SPROUT

Lying in the arms of nature,

Basked in the light of innocence,

Warming under the vivid memories of childhood,

Floating along with the waves of naïve dreams,

Fleeing away from the narrow lane of covets,

Embracing the warmth of selfless love,

Holding on the vim of novelty,

Boundaries being disseminated in the ardor,

Odium of darkness is being dispelled,

As the green verve begins to sprout,

As the placid blue paves down in the barren brown,

You are being born again in a dormant planet…

THE WHITE SMOKE

Blinded in the visor of ignorance,

Darkened in hollow crypts,

Bowing down to their own fear,

Blaring in the decibel of absurdity,

Hiding the stain of madness,

Veiling the blood of crimes,

Shrouded in the infected creed,

Waging along with the spin doctors,

Licking the bottom of shredded mortality,

Seething the fumes of imprudence,

The smoke smelted inside the Vault …

The cliques tacked the crossed logs…

Burning the innocence,

Flaming the virtues of humanity,

Ignited by the fuel of fraudulence,

They blazed it all along;

As the white ash fell on the Soiled Orb…

BRAZEN

Make the vent to escape the usual,

Trace the heights of freedom,

Wander along the stems of green,

And hold together the waft of joy…

Feel the drift of change inside,

Take the jaunt of soaring bliss,

Glide away the laments of shadow,

Sink into the cask of deft,

And sip the ardor of fervor…

Sail away on glaciers of dreams,

Flare the light of purest desires,

Spike the rocks of jaded reign,

Sever the lies of shallow scripts,

And built the realm of lurid notions…

Travel beyond the destined whim,

Create the path of novel seek,

Dowse into the placid spur,

Hail aloud the candor thoughts,

And grasp the trice of brazen hearts…

GUST

Start it once more,

Don’t hold it back,

Let’s play it high…

Break the shackles,

Riot against the draughts,

Forward your steps,

Forward the miles…

Shoot the hollow Memphis,

Wild on your impulses,

Fire the passion,

Run against the blade of time…

Break the cold prophecies,

Fight the order of leash,

Unleash the inferno in you…

Drive speed into daze,

Steer the drags away,

Blow loud to the parsons…

Bare the madness,

Rule the rules,

Gust the borders,

Own your dreams,

Live the life…

Frames

Frames of life just rolled along,

Filled with joy and sadness,

Twined in hatred and love,

Fondled in affection and care,

Wiped away in tears in pain,

Lamented in distress and dejection,

The reel is still running along.

Directing and being directed,

Wish some parts was edited,

While some was extended,

With shades of light and darkness,

Frames are being exposed.

Sometimes stagnated,

At times changing,

The pace is being set all along.

Every scene and scenario vivid,

Recorded and erased in the grey,

Winding and rewinding the moments,

The present becomes past with every strike,

But it’s still reeling on, it’s still rolling on,

Projecting the grandeur called life. 

PAPER BOAT

Like a paper boat, Lives are  floating along

Sailing along in the tide of dreams and desires,

Wading along in search of happiness,

Pulsating along in the highs and lows,

Unpredictable yet hopeful,

The Journey is perching along  in the flow…

Room Number : 15

I took a room at a Hotel Nowhere,

Room Number: 15; 

Rusty old room with web of discreetness,

I lighted a cigarette and sat on the broken chair.

Through the colored broken windows,

Shades of light steaks played hide and seek.

Reflecting untold whims of lives,

The time was dragging along,

Like the creaky fan that whined like an old lady.

As the night crept in, I lay along the shades of gray,

I lay on the mattress of dusted memories.

This room had witnessed everything,

From love to lust,

From hope to despair,

From joy to sorrow,

This room had beheld everything.

Scribbling’s of desperation,

Lost identities of unknown souls,

All bore in the barren walls of the room.

In the morose room, the time was travelling backwards.

"PIECE"

We war for peace,

 We wade for peace,

We brood for peace, 

We blood for peace,

We greed for peace, 

We grim for peace,

We fake for peace,

 We fight for peace,

We hate for peace, 

We hell for peace,

We damn for peace, 

We divide for peace,

We slave for peace, 

We sulk for peace,

We rule for peace, 

We rot for peace,

We curse for peace, 

We crime for peace,

 We kill for peace,

We kneel for peace, 

We bury for peace,

We blame for peace,

We skunk for peace,

We slime for peace,

We diminish for peace,

We decimate for peace,

Without realizing, We die in Pieces…

.HAUNCH;DIME.

Hold on a minute, take a deep breath,

Life has just begun; Take the shot of “wipe your memory”,

Dwell in the moments of momentary pleasures,

Forget everything. Refresh and reengage,

Add the answers, solve the puzzle,

Make the lines of randomness,

And calculate the act of floatation.

Wipe off that residue,

Unscrew the barrier of lost,

Play around, play along the dames around,

Break and make the course interesting,

Eject the fluid of formation.

Cut the aces, kiss the curves,

Gamble with the chances,

The table is rocking,

Hold onto the wild card,

The game has just begun.

Dogs are raining with the hymns,

Slaves are piling all along,

Leash is on a hold,

But merry souls are laughing out loud.

Back to the front,

Play the solo strong,

Bow away your notions

And crank along the vibe.

Jam the signal and take the remote,

Swap and shuffle, till the battery is dead.

Create reality, damn the illusion,

Control the pulse, control the Magnus,

Sphere it along the lines of high,

Now Life is ready to skate the rocks.

BEYOND…

You are beyond the borders of divide,

You are beyond the strings  of relations,

You are beyond the shades of greed,

You are beyond the cage of fame,

You are beyond the putrid of politics,

You are beyond the lies of love,

You are beyond the cage of ignorance,

You are beyond the shackles of rules,

You are beyond the testing of crippled hearts,

You are beyond the confinement of narrow souls,

You are beyond the acting of the make believers,

You are beyond the glitter of illusive dreams,

You are beyond the hollow words of religious pimps,

You are beyond the stupidity of holy tales,

You are beyond the transactions of paper gods,

You are beyond the carcass of gods,

Beyond the limits, Beyond the obvious,

You have traveled Beyond the time,

You have become a FREE LIVING SOUL today.

A SQUARE WORLD

The World is Square,

Cementing the sides with slavery,

Building lives in monotonous motives,

Breathing in jaded desires,

Packaged in an illusion,

Shading the colors of divide,

Holding the strings of dead gods,

Fighting with mindless soul,

Waging war in greed and fame,

Shouting loud into hollowness,

Screaming along in the vacuum of ignorance,

Burying the innocence,

Brewing  the prophecy of  dead mechanics,

Mating and making machines,

This World is being built for  dead machines,

Where life will be too SQUARE for “Living  Souls”…

Trance Oblivion.

Holding the glass of sanity,

Smoking the wilderness of solitude,

Life was twirling in a trance...

Walking down into the oblivion,

Treading onto find the meaning in the meaningless,

Far from the noise of hollowness, 

The trail was leading to the end...

End was a way to the unknown future,

The future, that led to her...

Holding her hand, Embracing her soul,

The silence vanished into rhymes of togetherness,

Falling in it's warmth calmness, Winding in the mystic love,

I slept like a child in her arms...

UNKNOWN

Sleep spread its wings, as the reality faded into dreams,

Vivid images of love rained into the soul,

As the tide was floating against time…

Flying away into the trance of happiness,

Far from the outcry of being wanted,

Life was beginning to roll in the parallel axis.

Speaking to the unspoken, loving the unloved,

Sensing the senseless, touching the untouchables,

The disparity was dissolving in the infinity.

Falling into heights of serenity, losing all the memories of past,

I was beginning to fall in love with the UNKNOWN again…

Swiping Lives.

I swiped  the card and entered the perfect world.

You could get love with a swipe,

You could get trust with the magic swipe,

You could fulfill your desires, but you have to swipe.

You are nothing without the card, you are everything with the  goddamn swipe.

That day I lost the invaluable card, I couldn't swipe anymore,

I was exiled into World of Imperfection,

I was feeling , I was breathing and I was seeing.

I saw the truth in the sweat of old lady wading the wrath of sun,

I saw the hope in the eyes of a man who was lying in death bed,

I heard the love in the lullaby of a mother, who couldn't feed her child,

I felt the warmth of happiness in the embrace of a mother who had lost her child.

This was the World that wasn't perfect, yet was alive with these  feeble heart beats.

A Fraid Tale

The times that was being contemplated in her dreams was eroding,

Reality was bleeding in the soul that was caged…

“Hold me tight, don’t wake me up”, she screamed in the vacuum,

But the fangs of truth was hurting, the sedation of lies was evading her,

She was fighting her worst enemy, her Self that was created on lies,

Beautiful yet deadly, Silent yet poisoned,

She was selling her to the Self, which made her soul indebted.

It had given her orgasms, that was as hollow as her soul,

Never ever realizing she was twirling in the abyss.

Winding and rewinding in the transactions,

She had become a product on display.  

Selling her to Self, selling the life,

She was being comforted in the lies of silence,

But it had to end, the time had to sieve in the reality,

Now she was realizing the lies of her Self.

It had tormented her badly; it had made her weak.

Never had she thought, it would strangle her into the darkness,

Never had she thought, it would throw her in the emptiness…

Holding on to her last breath, she had a fraid tale to tell.