Eclipse

Just because he was losing,

Didnt mean he had lost.

Didnt mean he would lose.

Didnt mean he'd give up.

His faith, was unshaken,

His strength, unbreakable.

And his eyes,

Shone with a determination, unfathomable.

But his fate had eclipsed him,

Destiny, had eluded him,

And although he didnt believe in luck,

Bad luck engulfed him.

He was racing against time,

Racing against the Invincible,

Trying to wipe it all down,

Something that was inevitable.

He was losing, 

Victory was all but in his hands,

And there was enemy at the gates,

Death, eclipsing all his hopes.

But he couldnt lose hope.

He couldnt give up.

For his was a duty far greater,

Greater even than the bullet,

That was eclipsing his life.

He could hear his Mother calling,

His Motherland needing him,

His duty summoning him.

He couldnt lose.

And as the fast as the clock ticked,

He could feel his life, all draining away.

But he had to gather himself up,

Eclipse his own fate.

A maddening rage fuelled him up,

A rage, that eclipsed all his fears,

And a courage, that built up all his strength.

A spirit, that brought back his determination.

He ceased only when he'd stopped,

Only when he could no longer hear,

His mother screaming for him,

And when, his duty was fulfilled.

Fate caught him, in the end after all.

And although death had eclipsed him,

It wasnt before he had eclipsed death,

And survived, even after having had a fall.

Eraser

I had an eraser once,
An eraser that rubbed off my worries.
With black ink, whatever my thoughts wrote,
It easily cleared them  away.

Black pencils, I had.
Black crayons, as well.
And all the black things I had,
I seldom used them.

For black was all the gloom, I had.
And Red was for all my joy.
And Blue was for the calmness, inside,
White, it just signified the peace, within.

Thus, colours were everything for me.
Colours were my world.
For in colours, I could express myself,
In colours, I could find myself.

But I never worried about that dark, black shade.
For I had my eraser,
My own little triumph over gloom,
My own little way of joy.

Whatever was black,
The eraser rubbed it all off.
Whatever were my worries,
The eraser drove them all away.

That was a time, long ago.
A time when my crayons was I all I cared for,
And gloom was brought upon me,
Only when my pencils were broken.

It was a time, I could cry.
Cry and weep all aloud.
When Mum's arms,
Were my cuddling pillows at night.

But one day, I grew up.
I lost my eraser, somehow.
And all those pencils I had, were gone.
Only the black one remained.

And only the black one remains as now,
The colourful ones all lost.
But I miss the eraser most of them all.
For it brought joy,
Even when black pencils were all I had.

Somehow, someday, sometime, though.
I did grow up.
I managed to leave behind those colours,
And the eraser is lost.

Cold

 

 

Feeling Cold?
Step out, its worse.
Feeling Lonely?
Look within, its better.

Need Warmth?
Look for the moon.
Remember, the way I was with you.
The way our lips met,
The way, we kissed.

You'd tremble,
From a mere touch of mine.
Shivers, I sent down your spine.
Feel me, I'm there by you, with you.

Muted, it was never so.
Whispers of yours, always kept me going on.
And that smile you smiled after the bed crumpled,
I took it to be forever and ever, just mine.

That smile had a glow, unparalleled.
Those arms, had a warmth, unmatched.
And when you kept stroking my hair,
I wanted you to just go on.

The way your hair fell open,
The way you looked and just kept on looking,
The way your eyes met mine,
I just loved it all.

The night's cold, is it?
Look for me.
Its fall,
Its leafless trees might not able to hide me now.

Look for the road,
My prints would be there into the snow,
Then though they only may be going away from you.
They'll still be there.

For I am gone,
I may never come.
Yet, look for the bed you just made up.
The pillows will be astray.
The bed will be crumpled.

Feeling Cold?
Stay in, its warm.
Feeling Lonely?
I always am there, through your thoughts.

That Night

Disclaimer: Before concluding anything, please bear with the poem completely. Intended Metaphor.


That night,
It was wet.
Rain lashed hard on my windows,
And a cup of coffee had been already drained.

I was yearning for her,
She let me yearn more.
I called for her, desperately,
But she refused to come.

I remained alone,
I remained uneasy.
I so much wanted her to come,
Come to me and rob me off my uneasiness.
But she lay there, in the dark and alone.

In the dark, she was getting dressed.
Undressed, I didn’t want her so.
I wanted her whole,
I wanted her complete,
In her absolute beauty and charm,
I wanted her so.

But her dressing took up much too long,
And it was worrying me, now.
Because, without her, I was restless,
I was uneasy.

So, making up my mind,
I decided her to bring her forth out of the dark,
Undressed, though she might be,
I couldn’t resist being away.

She still refused.
But I dared,
Summoned up my will,
And I moved forward.

There she was,
In her fullest essence..
Dressing herself,
Being complete.

But somehow, I didn’t want her complete, now.
Beautiful, she looked, while she got herself dressed.
I wanted to simply look at her,
While she was still incomplete.

My poem, refused to come.
My poem, was undressed.
The words, refused to flow,
Even if the ink kept flowing.

My poem, was dressing herself,
All my variety of ideas, were her clothes.
Confusion, was the reason for delay, I now see.
So many ideas, so many clothes,
And my love, my poem was baffled.

I so wanted her complete before,
Complete with one idea out of the many.
But, I didn’t, now.
I decided she looked better getting dressed,
Looking baffled, and confused.

There was my poem,
These are my words.
And undressed though she was,
I made love to her, through my words,
And she loved me back.

When, we were done,
The words had flown,
The paper was inked,
I felt exhaustion,
And there she was, again.

That night, I slept in her arms.
:)

Never Gone

 

Here, I lie.

Into the darkness, I dwell.

Into my thoughts, I live.

Lost into my own world, I survive.

The darkness consumes me,

The absence of light, scares.

My silence, defines me.

My silence, defies me.

Silent, though I am, I am yet alive.

Yet you’re the reason I carry on,

Finding a way back to you,

I always stumble upon.

‘cause seldom without you,

On the right path, I’ve ever gone.

Look at me now,

Bruised all over, I am.

Shattered all over, I am.

Lost without you, I am.

Inside somewhere, still now,

Every breath of my life, as I take,

I miss you.

With every kiss of yours,

I survived.

With every embrace,

Your warmth shattered me.

With every touch,

I felt my love for you.

One day, you’ll know how much I loved you,

One day, the unexpressed feelings will be conveyed.

One day, you’ll cry for me, like I did for you.

One day, it will be too late.

I’m helpless,

The darkness invites me within.

I’ve to go.

Yet I crave.

One last touch o’your lips on mine,

And I’m done.

Now, I’m raring to go.

With the crow, I’m flying away.

Far away.

I depart dreaming about the day,

When our souls will unite,

Our mortal shells long gone.

I wait for you, there.

For this last breath in me,

Says that you know:

I’ve loved you all along.

And though I depart now,

I will be never gone.

Condemned

Aghast, I flee.

From the crowd.
From the endless herd.
From this world, in despair.

Aghast, I cry.
I cry for someone to answer,
The desperate, tired call o’my lost soul.
Lost in the blindfolds,
That hold this planet so cunningly under shadow.

Aghast, I depart.
My soul departs,
From a society full of pain.
Suffering slowly, succumbing atlast,
To its fate.

Fate isn’t so cruel, after all.
Suffer slowly, it then takes the toll.
Killing mercilessly, slaughtering them all.
Agonizing souls, before they finally fall.

Fate’s inevitable. Immortality, invincible.
Mortality defines a mortal, after all.

Aghast, I search.
I search for the crow to arrive.
The crow to guide my lost soul,
Which has now abandoned its mortal shell.

Aghast, I am.
As I lie in purgatory,
Claiming all the sins that I never made,
Besieging the gates of the damned.

Help me, I’ve been ruined.
Lost in itself, my soul’s all shattered.
Breaking open, tearing itself from mortality.
Realizing, that its immortal.

Forever, as I lie here,
Damned and Battered,
My soul is now immortal,
I now am immortal.

Time Zero

I’m not going into the big debate. Science versus Religion, Followers versus Atheists, Believers versus Protestants. But this thought’s been bugging me ever since I was introduced to the world of Quantum Physics.

I don’t know where I should start. All I need to do is to share my thoughts with you. My fingers are typing randomly, and even the thoughts are coming so…

Science, or more relevantly Physics, starts from Man’s interactions with nature. I’m constantly reminded by my teachers that Physics is the simplest part of Science as it’s all about how one perceives nature. So I hail the perceiving as Imagination. Because you can’t make assumptions and then jot them down as axioms if don’t have the imagination first.

And yet, nothing, nothing in Physics is absolute. Every alternate breakthrough disproves the previous laws, claiming a new domain. New reign. You’ve got possible changes in the law of gravitation coming through, the Universe as we know it, being obsolete, Man breaking down more and more particles in the super-colliders to see the ‘inside of the big-bang’. But nothing is absolute. You can see anyone else some other day claiming that this all was bullshit. He receives a Nobel, and the world then starts anew.




I have Mr Hawking, for example. I was fascinated by him initially. His string theory and other-dimensions-concepts were mind-blowing for me. But then, he starts going deeper. He goes into the big-bang, making several daring assumptions. Saying the Universe isn’t unique.

Scientists claim that the Universe started from a tiny speck of light, which then expanded due to some driving force into the Universe. A fact ‘universally’ accepted today as ‘The Big-bang theory’. But there’s a question that always pops into my head. What was this driving force? If the Universe originated from this big-bang, and if it’s the unique, then where was this tiny speck of light originally contained?

CERN is busy today searching answers. Maybe for these questions, and thousands more. Its smashing elementary particles at nearly the speed of light into its LHC, creating a ‘mini’ big-bang to know what exactly happened at time zero.

Maybe they’ll have a breakthrough. Maybe they’ll find out what that driving force was. But, what about the more thousands of questions springing up from that single discovery? People will again get busy finding answers to those. Perhaps, even answering a few of them. But in that process, a thousand more questions will arise.

It’s a continuous, endless cycle. First, there was the atom. It was supposed to be the tiniest and the ultimate particle of matter. Then came electrons, protons and neutrons. Then came quarks and mesons and leptons. Then arose Anti-particles. And now, the world’s speculating whether a particle named Higgs Boson exists. I’d like to address it as the God particle, seeing that the name emphasizes its supposedly-ultimate-nature.

Even if this particle is rightly proved to be existing, all we’re going to find is that there’re other particles constituting that one. So go deeper, smash more particles. Again, an endless cycle.

We’ve gone from milli to micro to nano to femto. And all we find is more questions. The answers can’t cope up to the amount of their own questions that they give birth to, in return.

A single discovery springs up a thousand more questions. All I want to ask is, why are we being so ignorant? What is the problem to simply accept that there exists a power higher, supreme than us? Is it ego?

I was very much amazed by this Quantum Mechanics before. But now it seems meaningless as I go deeper into it. Its just a world full of more questions than answers. It’s a never-ending world of assumptions, hypothetical things and discoveries that get stale in a day or so.

If you want to say that its just giving up by not researching any further, then its not so. Its not giving up. Its just surrendering, belonging to a power, higher than us. What is it with the ego? Has man conquered death yet? Is he immortal? And even if he does be immortal, should he be immoral to be immortal?

There are things that’re out of our control. The same way as we can’t ever achieve the speed of light, in Physics.

If you believe that we can’t achieve that speed, then how could you not believe in a power supreme to us? Can’t we see that we aren’t supposedly the ‘supremos’ here? How can we be still so ignorant that the Human Race is the reigning one?

We’re advanced, and yet fear that the world would sink in 2012. If we’re so ignorant about being supreme why do we fear death? Why can’t we survive the natural disasters?

Nature is governed by her own laws. Hence, Physics can never be absolute… Science can never be absolute. All we have is relativity. See Einstein here, don’t you?

Even Einstein concluded that there’re things beyond the human thought. That God doesn’t play dice with the Universe.

I never mean that we need to cease being logical or well-reasoned. All I mean to say is there’re some things where we need to draw the line. Where its all beyond the human capabilities.

I am not talking about religion. The way in which man perceives God. I myself don’t know on which side I stand. I don’t believe in heaven or hell. But I do believe that Man can’t be the supreme.

I’ve never liked the way man perceived God. About sins and sinners, I’ve fancied nothing. But I feel that we ought to be just moral, humane in the end. Humble, as we meet our fate. Ignorance never paid. And again here, fate is a thing that no man can change.

We aren’t the supremos. Then though we be the reigning species on this planet. There’s something higher than us… higher than we all. For me, its just tremendous amount of energy. See I’m talking Science now, too.

Faith, I have. Religions and rituals, I don’t to believe in.

I’m a nobody. I mentioned scientists, criticized them, supported them, here. But, I’ve got no right whatsoever to contradict anyone. But this is what I felt, and I needed to convey it.

"When we as a species abandon our trust in the power greater than us, we abandon our sense of accountability. Faith . . . all faiths . . . are admonitions that there is something we cannot understand, something to which we are accountable . . . With faith we are accountable to each other, to ourselves, and to a higher truth."