The Worth of an education

January 4, 2015 § Leave a comment

I dreamt of an invasion

Ill treatment of my intellect

No sense of my education

De barred from freedom

I dreamt of an invasion

Respect of my intellect

My thoughts as a tool

A support to empower people.

The artists’ films

December 10, 2014 § Leave a comment

I can hear them screaming to be heard. Louder than any human being. They are travelling through their work. Across the rivers and the sea.

Their voices are broken and their eyes are open. They are speaking on behalf of the audience. In low hush volumes, they are uttering syllables of reality.

Suppressed by morals and stuck in juxtaposition. They are discovering a world too broken. They are stopping down to collect the fragments though their fragile yet solid creations.

They have been walking through far away lands. Their eyes tired and their torn hands. Some don’t even utter a word, but I can hear them screaming to be heard.

The artists are reaching out through their work. Beyond borders and futile dimensions. They are expressing their criticisms, opinions and hurt.

I can hear them growing louder with every piece I see. Making an art work of my own private world. They have painfully coloured even my dreams.

Moving places

November 20, 2014 § 2 Comments

Left a thousand unsaid

Because a million emotions were felt

On the threshold of leaving them to rest,

The horizon got painted in hues of dreams blessed.

Transcending through time zones. View from the plane.

Transcending through time zones.
View from the plane.

Theatre dreams

August 19, 2014 § Leave a comment

My first performance in Mumbai

Theatre cafe reviewing my first theatre performane in Mumbai. It is truely such a pleasure to act live. I would do it over and over again!

Soul seeker

March 6, 2014 § 1 Comment

No one saw him the way I did. No one tried to look into his soul and read his eyes.

His eyes were like that endless ocean. Stormy and calm at the same time.

His mind was the most beautiful creation of lord. It was of a special kind.

Like a factory which is always producing new things.

Like a sponge ready to be squeezed.

He had a desire to learn new things. Often experimenting with his dreams.

 

Now you can call this man shallow and accuse him of countless inhuman atrocities because a beautiful mind requires a strong heart. 

A heart so toughened with the mind’s realities.

But it was his soul I seek. The soul being the true being. Body was just a cloth to get dirty. Often washed by spirituality.

It was only his soul that no one but I desired because it was his soul that lite the fire within me.

 

So get me not that heart that has been broken many a times.

Instead treat me to an opening of his mind.

A simple man gone astray

February 11, 2014 § Leave a comment

That lone man stands alone in the middle of all that nature. He looks at the mountain, the sheeps, the cows. He looks at the train passing by. He wonders what might befall,

If he ever chooses to just live by. If he too decides on a holiday, decides to go off to a far away land. Where he can toil in the rickshaw, and gaze at the seas, sell vegetables and live without a relief.

Imagine the loss if this care taker of these endless stretches of land, abandons all of god’s wealth and goes in the search of his mansion planned!

Dreaming away his city dreams, someone warn him it will be toxic all that he breathes.

A seed of desire if what kills a man, someone tell him that he already owns god’s land.

Fate’s child

February 2, 2014 § Leave a comment

What shall I say to you love

My love, you have started to quote poetry.

I am astonished, confused and sent to heaven and hell, love.

Was that in my memory or for a new love?

 

I have been indulging in futile acts, love.

Acts without you are futile to life

Your absence left my practicality to work.

But how does it matter, when I have my personal wife?

 

How we may love what we get?

When what we want, never stays ours.

Abide by duty and follow thy path.

Let fate decide our stars.

Then happy those whom Fate, that is the stronger,
Together twists their threads, & yet draws hers the longer.

                                                                                              – Aurelian Townshend

– 

%d bloggers like this: