Train of Thoughts – Youth and Madness

Summer is here, and soon I would have the pleasure to go home, in the sweet, AC rich summer break, back to my hometown Bhopal, an escape from my hostel and more importantly, the scorching heat here in Gwalior. The destination, that is home, is a reward if train journey to you ain’t game. The fact that I have always hated train journeys has forced me to become a night rider, the wanderer claiming berths in night trains, for the restlessness at day is like playing with patience. At least at night, I would be sleeping for better part of the journey.

Now that I have mentioned trains and summer, I am compelled to tell you about the train journey I took last summer at break. It was one of those unusual times that get you thinking, to make sense of all the non-sense that never bothered you before, and the unusual was not that I was on a day journey.

That being said, I was not sleeping, part of the day’s delight, the day’s joy, am I taunting, may be!

So, sitting calmly and glaring the view by the window, thinking something, don’t ask what because I don’t remember. What I do remember is the entry of these “three plus one” youthful individuals, they were together, they were friends, close ones, they blabbered of it and so I know. You must be wondering, why “three plus one” and not four, it’s something I call “traveling with known people”. The three of the four knew each other for at least three years, they were pursuing Hotel Management and were the bright one’s, they told me and so I know. The fourth, they met the same morning, he had missed his train, they took him along, very generous I must say. It’s safe to consider that these guys affected me enough to write and think about. I am not good at judging people but a little is everyone’s cup of tea. There are certain problems I know of, at least I have heard such as generation gap, drinking problems, immaturity, impulsion, perspectives,  education, royalty etc.

Are you afraid to go bold when the need arises, what do you do to express your opinion, keep it to self or tell someone? I have decided to tell you, for may be it’s the easiest of ways. I was sleeping, yea, decided to take a nap but not for long, a sound voice and clattered conversation woke me up, it was unusual. Continue reading

500 Days of Summer

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Ever gotten bored doing the same thing over and over, listening to the same concepts of life always, pile of rhetorics buttered with voices where the only difference among them are the damn voices. Well, whatever your answer, you are bound to adore the Indie flick, “500 Days of Summer.”

Let’s hope the preceding lines didn’t throw you off the track.
What I was going for, was to put it out there, the word ‘newness.’ Insanely common it does sound to the majority of us, since we have always wanted a newer beginning, or a newer end, a change of technology and precisely a change of perspective. The idea of ‘newness’ is so alluring that mind genuinely drifts off to a bunch of imaginative glimpses, possibly a creation of our mental research. Although, you might accept that even though you are quick to think and explore this newer perspective that has presented itself, you fail to imbibe it in reality. You cumbered by your own defense mechanism, generate scenarios where the change that you seek would not work, and to discourage yourself is all you Continue reading

… his brilliance, his song

A kid, his brilliance, his song.

In this gullible world,
his own song,
like no other.
No chorus,
like alone pushing clues.
Perpetual and seamless,
like ventures unexampled.
Adamant and naive,
unlike ripples in waters
that cease at lands amazement.

And a kid, his brilliance, his song.

In this restrained world,
his own song,
like no other.
Clubbed to a domain,
like his world it is.
Shunned to closet,
like exploration ain’t worth.
Floors won and seated upon
by bosses of sections,
must he crawl stairs to convince all.

And again,
a kid, his brilliance, his song.

Need be,
neither gullible nor restrained,
but receptive.
Need be,
not uncomfortable standing ovation,
to chain of commands,
but allowance to speak.
Need be,
not rejection conducing adamant,
but ear to hear.

And shall rejoice
kid and the world,
and staged bosses,
with his brilliance, his song.

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The Cove and Dolphins

You know, if I were a dolphin, I might tell you the troubled story like this,

 

In waters we live the lie, die
in parkland still, men with their knives
lurking in coves, bare mind contrives

wonted route, obstacles defy
loud cry in trance, artful sound dance
treacherous motives, you imply

effete cetacean archives
stacking, as we live the lie, die.

Until dawn, might live the lie, die
or with valet who arrives
turn props, captivity derives

deception of smile, doesn’t comply
the ail, strain, intellect in drain,
hoarding wealth, slaughter, don’t deny

water bloody red, spiking knives,
in waters, seeping the lie, die.

 

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The SOCIAL shuTDown

“Tommy lives a life of solitude”,
said a voice from the magnanimous crowd,
the cheers went loud,
the crowd up on their feet, avowed,
Tommy may not be alone, but his cover is blown,
from now on, he is a lone.

Decision of crowd was a fair call,
judged by many, called by all,
said a voice,  praising the brawly social club,
as he drank his home-made shrub,
but does Tommy think the same,
is he devoid of friends, or is the crowd crazy to have made the claim.

The surmise of the crowd,
under the fellowship of a few, cried out loud,
dragging Tommy’s feet to the pit,
but was it “just” to have made that notion sit,
why should a Tommy face the judgment,
crawl in this viscous social stigma like a mutant.

Living in the society, you bare with it,
follow the rules whether right or wrong, finally submit,
follow the few even though it does not matter,
to protect yourself, make someone else-es life bitter,
but why do we do that, not in a flock are we,
why remain spectators, cowards we are not, Are we?

Prompt 171: Endure
One Shot Wednesday