(k)no(w) (k)not

all grown up – well, almost

the falls, the cuts, the scars to show

the stifled sobs

the road relentless,scarce a pause

to what purpose, to what end, did i ever know?

all ready to set free – well, almost

the good, the better, the warmth to show

the bad,the ugly

the wounds hacked repeatedly

what would stay, what would leave, did i ever know?

all ready to leave – well, almost

the person, the spirit, the memories to show

the anti-, the con

the push and shove to move on

my choice not to keep, only let go, did i ever know?

change beckons? never again, or ever now?

time calls? hasten forward or hark until?

life wonders? an old beginning or a new end?

the previous I know now, but these i donot still…

pleomorphism...

the parameter of the challenge of my thought-
as well as the bastion to be rendered nought
the cheer in the egging crowd, the jeer in the anti-, the course of the contest i laid out
the standard bar rise to be met-
the rise of the bar i comparatively set
the prize of the success you always sought, the success of the prize you never got


the variable in the final
the tend-ing to the zero of the infinite
the acceptance in the denial
the contradiction in the tautology of wr-ight…

the solution of relation

i do think i have, after much, finally

made some semblance of peace, albeit wistfully,

with the afore-mentioned oft-contemplated scarce sorted reality-

pardon, the choice of the word is accompanied by a wince (but naturally)-

for missed it still is, and will be, by the merit of lack of precession;

but now with its nature, dimension and direction

as clear as permits circuitry of emotion,

this indefinite, beyond wonder, valued fiercely,

the prodrome, the inception, the course, and THE END eventually,

treasured for the while,the fortune,and the roller coaster of such mentation,

the person,the anti-; the novel element,the ever newer contradiction;

old notes, new tune – fitting style of realization;

the complete un-, known, un- revolution

def

expectation

def

regret

.

THE END

(finally)

p.s. in continuation with the previous similar post...possibly out of context to the average reader, but there are few things that can inspire composition during final prof preparation, this was one of them...

p.p.s. ofcourse, this 'peace' didn't last very long...and (excuse the inconsistency),i am not sure i miss it much either!!

A Two-Point Monologue

I talk of…
The great magnitude, unfettered as it were,
The winding lanes, the haunted treads,
The greens, so rare, spilling over such, even rarer,

And what do you talk of?
How Nadia is God’s gift to men!!



I talk of…
The evening chill, winter’s cheeky comeback promo,
The dew, the damp, courtesy all the open and void,
The misty yellow lights, abuzz, aglow,

And what do you talk of?
A wisecrack on umbrellas as the answer to the choreography famine,
And still, how Nadia is God’s gift to men!!



I talk of…
Some relations, of blood, of distance, of word,
Some tumult, some glitch, some final happy end,
Some envy, some let-down, some revisit plan despite the grudge,

And what do you talk of?
Pity and scorn for the curse of our generation,
The tales of education, coexistence and cinema – yes, of the legends,
And how, therefore, hereby, Nadia is God’s gift to men!!



I talk of…
Heady crowds, tunnels never more windy,
Arbitrary rambles, destination uncharted, undefined,
Open questions, relieved of their usual prejudice, opinions free,

And what do you talk of?
The straight and the narrow, and living all beyond,
The linguistic errors, the false security, the cereal and the noise,
Of obvious multiple pretexts, of un-understood abbreviated texts,
And how, all said and done, Nadia is God’s gift to men!!


p.s. my regards and infinite thanks to a number of moments/people/things...prominent among which are God for the best luck i've had in a wile, a certain free spirit, the free thoroughfare permitting grounds of iit-d, a rather quaintly functioning memory, and an even crazier quill.....and of course, the irrepressible Nadia Majitha!!

the equation of relation

it never ceases to puzzle me

how i can contemplate endlessly

(knowing all along the intrinsic futility)

over the incredible lack of balance and equality

on the two sides of the sign of an entity

so arbitrary it can perhaps never be

sorted out with precision

as satisfies mathematics or reason

considering its labile nature, in addition

to its volatile dimension, utter lack of direction

(rather, the impossibility of prediction)

and the multiplicity of dimension-

copy error/miscalculation

vs

spontaneity

vs

.

THE END

p.s. true it has been a while - this was inspired by something that's been a point of much (heated at times) discussion for some people, and just a nagging headache for others!!