Crashing Waves and Birds on a Tree

What in hell is freedom really?

I�ve got no clue, have never been free.

If I were, don�t remember it too vividly.

Childhood, maybe,

A time when I was, perhaps, relatively more �free�.

But there has always been,

and a constantly evolving one at that,

an image, a vision, an idea,

about what this elusive thing, called Freedom could be.

All youse imaginary notions of freedom!

Unlimited money to spend,

Power you just cannot breach,

And oh, a life of security and unending �happiness�!!!

(Err, did someone just say shopping???)

As for some poor wretched souls, nothing like death.

But ask a few people around, and for most it�s Choice.

I will pray to whomever I want!

Why can�t I study whatever I like?

I wish I had the choice to do that.

Or atleast something else, but not This.

Give me the freedom to do whatever I want!!!

Well,

What exactly do you want?

I�m sure you don�t know really,

And neither do I, but then.

I have a feeling of what it might be,

For me. Peace, and harmony.

Everything in this wonderful world of ours,

Is about two things � order, and chaos.

Control the world, we don�t. Change it, I can�t.

Forget about it, I must. In myself, I should trust.

Synchronized birds flying in vast blue skies,

Unimaginably still emerald green seas.

No emotion in the eyes, a hint of a smile.

A fleeting feeling, of freedom divine.

Catharsis

Life is so colorful, they say
Mine is becoming darker every day.
Mostly black and white, a monochrome.
with residual splashes of color, thoughts of home.

I walk amidst misery, in silent chagrin.
Screaming like crazy, from horrors within.
Reality tells me, go search the rubble,
My soul, torn apart, is not upto the trouble.

My family's gone, and a major part of me.
Them's all I have, wherever I see.
Tears flow out, breaking the vision.
Till a point where, it's complete submission.

All feelings gone, I cry no more.
Split open my heart, hidden all the gore.
and now, Life's just one big chore.
Nothing in this world matters anymore.


- Dedicated to all the isolated victims in natural disasters ...

Nemesis

Shadows of the mind,
in rays of light,dancing.
Myriad designs,
beyond understanding.

Hollow souls all around,
echoing within.
Contemplation fails.
with emotion ruling.

Disturbance,
and confusion.
I wander,
a pathless notion.

A song-bird,called clarity,
calls, now, and then.
Adding further,to the
perennial polarity.

A multitude of feelings,
varied as we are,
come and go.
The solitary peace,
continues to elude.

Peace, oh peace.
Ever-lasting peace,
I am afraid,shall remain forever,
my nemesis.

Void

What if
The weather's never been better
breakfast wasn't ever tastier
every single thing
going just the way
you want it to

time's at your command
problems a thing of the past
misery merely a myth
and on your face ,
the smile a perennial sign .

You are so happy
so , so happy
that you feel like
you're gonna go bust.

And what if
all this pleasure
were sucked inside out
leaving
an unfathomable void ...

even that ,
wouldn't come close
to losing a dear friend.

An Ode

Sitting in my seat , long before
the professor arrives to spread his wisdom.
For once , in all of four months
I ain't dying with boredom .

I can't wait to take down notes.
My pen races across the paper
without missing a single word .
And for once , I ain't
looking at my watch every five minutes .

Because I know that
when the bell eventually rings
The professor , the lecture hall,
the subject , and it's mystery
will all be history ,
that I won't care about .

The last lecture of the semester
Is truly a great experience to remember .

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

It was a sad thing to do
loved her more than his own self
but it had to be done
for it was the right thing to do

he had sacrificed a lot
for the few moments spent with her
memories of a lifetime
and grief for many more
but he still had to do it

it sure was not the happiest thing to do
but it was the right thing to do

it was a tough job
before , during and after
her blood would make his skin crawl
suck his soul right out of him
but it had to be done

though it was not the easiest thing to do
it definitely was the right thing to do

many souls , one plight
betrayal of love and trust
the worst crime of all
unknown brothers would thank him
while he would sink into sadness
but he still had to do it

it was not the most practical thing to do
but it was the right thing to do

one single thought kept nagging his mind
many a men she slept with
making each think he was the one
what if , I really was THE one ?
or was this how she had lived on ?
making everyone think they were ...

No more second thoughts
He would do it
for it was the right thing to do
and it had to be done .

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He shot me down
Bang Bang
I hit the ground
Bang Bang
that awful sound
Bang Bang
My baby shot me down
Bang Bang

Loneliness

My first really long poem . Comments are specially requested , irrespective of how you feel the poem is .


Amidst thousands of people on campus ,
With dozens of Clubs and groups around
Various forums to voice our views
Counseling service to listen to our woes
Bhais and wingies to share our happiness
academic batchmates to crack problems together
Security gaurds to provide what else , security
and an administration making sure you become a success

Going to classes together ,
Eating our meals in huge companionship
Spending night-outs in brain-storming sessions
Going to MT for relaxing the mind
and coming back for a sleep to dream big dreams
waking up again
going to classes together

So many people
So many activities
So much I've done
So much I am doing
And So much there is to be done
But I pause for a moment
and reflect on how lonely I really am .

Further I reflect , further I feel
Am I really lonely ?
Or is it just that I like feeling that way ?
I like things the way they are
I like speaking to my friends
I just love the brain storming sessions
Lonely , I definitely am not
So i asked , What is it ?
Suddenly , feeling lonely was not feeling so good .
And I stopped feeling lonely altogether .
After all , it's all in the mind
And the mind is what matters.
And I am a happy person on the go again .

Individuality

There are many a time zone
In each , soo different humans alone
Even in the humans alone
We don't have yet a perfect clone

Some fat , Some frail
Among the frail ,
some short , some tall
Amidst the tall ,
some dark , some fair
And among the fair ,
some arrogant , some intelligent
And even in the intelligent ,
We might have one lame ,
but no two ever the same .

All in all, just humans we are
And so many more beings there are
Take into account each and every creature
And you'll realize , Inequality is the law of nature .

Sicko ! Yup, Thats Me

Some people call me Sick
A few others , psychotic
Still others consider me a dick
But they never ever get the trick .

Heroes/ Veetukku Oru Barathi

He was highly handsome
slick in speed , lithely built
fought anyone and anything
after all, he knew everything

Till one day when he was terse
came something out of this universe
every throat was crying sore
For there was no hero anymore

God came around and offered one more
and asked for but one family's heir
Everyone had a recall ,
no hero is immortal .

everyone wanted a hero some
but never one from their own home .

#Colors#

The sky is blue
And Roses are red
So many sights
so many colors
But any human, on any day
Is always a shade of gray

Self Proclaimed Arm Chair Experts

Taller than tall
was how tall it was called
And bigger than the biggest
was how its ego was set
Tall and slender ,
High above the rest
Shouting down from the tree-tops
That it was the best .

And so it was, till one fine day,
There came a sudden gust of wind
made ze hero billow real sore
And then , there was no tallest tree any more
It doesnt really matter , does it all?
To be so highly one-dimensional .

Lost In The ClassRoom

In the depths of the darkened room
my cynical skewed thoughts roam
Physically present , mentally absent.
Gone to place , where.....
I can have all my rant .

Far-off voices call me back .
Even though I want to do
nothing else but hit the sack
tired of thought ; dark , deep thought
which I wish I really hadnt bought

The truth of it all hits me in the face
Inequality is the rule of the human race
Justice is a myth , Ignorance is a virtue
And I dont have anywhere else to run to

Train of Thought

Have I any purpose ; extreme frustration .
Where am I going ; total oblivion .
You are the dirt of the world , said someone .
Or is that a foregone conclusion .

They feel the warmth of the sunlight .
And are lost in the moment's heat .
In the process, discount the future fate .
Winters in store ; stooped in defeat .

Am I to take bliss in their ignorance
be proud of my own so-called enlightenment .
Is anyone better at all than the other .
Am still sitting in silent wonder .

What do I feel? What do I say ?
I wait until the feeling goes away .

My first attempt at Poetry

A couple of days , the sun shone bright
our bodies glowed , from the golden sunlight
The grounds were busy with all kinda sport
it was but , alack , short lived hope .

It came back with a vengeance
like a dark lord , back from his penance .
It is really, really cold again , here .
Damn this fucken blasted weather .