The Rebellion

He screams at himself, His heart burns like fire

He punches his fist on the wall,Tears roll down his eyes for the lack of desire

And then tries to calm down,He tries to take revenge

Not with his physical power, But with the sarcasm in the tone of his voice

Its strange how he once told someone

“I detest that sarcasm in your voice, the smirk on your face…Just put that away”

And today he goes against his own principle he once preached.

He can do anything to send the message across to those people

Those who never understood him, those who were naïve,

Those who made decisions on his behalf,Those who hardly appreciated his innate talent,

And those who could never get out of the cocoon of this “society”

Is he overanalyzing things?

In all these technicalities, is he losing his mind, his youth?

But I guess he just wants to enjoy life

He wants to live like there is no tomorrow

For the years of his existence, he could only see the glass as half empty

Now for the rest of it he wants to see it as half full…

“Its good to be a rebellion.It keeps me moving” .

CAMP CARNIVAL

Sitting on the grass,
I glanced at the logo imbibed in brass.

It read camp carnival,
The best location to be in kanataal.

Suddenly the silence was broken by the mountain breeze,
Rambling between the devdar trees,
The camp fire jittered
And the flowing breeze sounded like a river.

I thought if i could only hold it in my hands,
Catch the breeze and fly to distant lands.
Probably it could take me to mountains
where i could live amidst the fountains.

The nature was calling me with open hands
But then there are things which i fail to understand
The clues left were arbitrary
And required knowledge to understand fully.

Then i thought to pen down the picturesque notion
For its easy to comprehend words than imagination.
But i had no pen no paper
Where am i going to note down it's stature.

On the ground over the soil
I wrote what my little head toiled
Words after words the scene was turned into literature
The woods,the breeze,the curvy road and the other desolate elements were all in there.

The music brought me back to reality
I was with the group of people with abundant rarity.
There was so much to learn from each one of them
And finally i decided to ignore the signs and embrace them.

Balancing Equation

Do you remember your chemistry lessons?? yes i am asking you to go way back to your first chemistry class where you were learning to balance equations.The idea of balancing the equation was so intriguing that i still am fascinated about the concept. Ah , dont be ridiculous , i am no ardent fan of chemistry , its just the general concepts that were imbibed in us through those learning sessions at school seem fascinating as they transform as great tools for our day to day understanding.

Yes i was talking about equations , balancing them and what were we dealing with ,yes elements from the periodic table.Every element used to have some physical and chemical properties and we were supposed to identify the elements on the basis of these characteristics during the higher classes. Now the idea was such that every thing transforms into something with equal proportions of some elements with appropriate amount of energy playing the role either being dissipated or getting absorbed and then there were catalysts , initiators and controlling elements that controlled the fate of the reaction.

Don't it all looks similar to your day to day experience in life, you meet people they act as elements then things start taking shape emotions,thoughts,ideas , philosophies etc come into play and define the course of one's life equation.It all looks ironic how a subject at such an early stage of our life hold so much philosophy and that too so explicitly visible that we never tried to understand it in this perspective.

That is the key of understanding education holds , all we have to do is scratch your heads and understand them and then implement them to know our environment , understand people , choose the right set of people.People who are true , who are bare minimum individualists believing in change and bringing about transformation by shear hard work.And we will definitely get help in identifying people who have double standards ( -ve catalyst, these are the people who are really responsible for unbalancing the equation). They need to be identified and controlled and stayed away from theoretically. But its human nature to be intrigued with something that is dark and that is how we create our dooms day.

Head and Heart

Random thoughts fill up my mind

Yet they seem one of a kind

My head tells me 'apply logic'

but heart says 'it's so tragic'

My head asked my heart

why are you so down to earth ??

The heart replied "I dont have anything applied".

"I just go by the flow,it's my nature to glow ".

But what of the people that have hurt you

Dont you wish to denounce them & make them feel so.

The heart replied it's your nature to pick up a fight,

The grey matter has blocked your sight.

You are so entangled in the meshy web,

That you dont see beauty in the ebb.

The head could not take the humiliation,

It decided to stop working for a generation.

Wonder it never made the heart see the truth

for it knew that heart can never be a sleuth.

With the head gone,the heart was open to wrong,

No one cared where it belonged.

People played with it as they liked,

And then the heart realized what the head had tried?

Thinking only with your heart is a bad experience indeed

For the heart is eventually meant to bleed.

The heart realized it was a big mistake

And requested the head to partake.

The life returned to normal

And the head and heart were never that formal.

I wish to fly

The sky was clear,

but the sun was no where near

I gazed into the sky,

for I wished to fly.

Oh god please turn me into a bird

but there is nothing i could say in a word

It's stars i seek

but the bounds denied to shriek.

How much should i run,

the paths would always turn.

The destination seems to be at hand

but when i reach there it's merely sand.

I wish to outsmart time

and reach my aim with a dime.

And for this reason i wish to fly,

so that my destination shall always comply.

Words and Wine

Think of words and make them rhythm

But people say they sound like chimes

A gust of wind that flows through the vines

And it carries the fragrance that’s hard to define.

A set of alphabets you see

Like the saplings in a nursery

But when they combine sentences are formed

Like the mighty trenches that wait to to be transformed.

Now the figure of speech has to play it's role

Beautifying the sentences that our voice bestows

Similar to the spring that brings with it a moment of hope,

The trenches shall soon be filled with grapes.

Further the eloquence and pitch come into the picture

They are the processes that give value to the sentence structure

This is similar to the way grapes are turned into wine

An integral part of how things are refined.

Then the wine is put in corked barrels

Similarly the words are penned down by laurels

What’s more common between them than time?

Both get important down the line.

But picturesque is the moment when both are together,

As both get down your nerve altogether.

It is the moment of a lifetime,

When a glass of wine and words chime.