Zoetic Zest

A brisk walk by the sea,
Starry galore high up,
Tides  brushing by,
Breaking the barricades,
Intruding the arcades,
Creating ruffles,
Leaving rumples,
Of sand and gravel,
But, far she has to travel,
& beyond...
Soar high in wild blue yonder,
Words of wisdom to stand by,
Or follow her heart,
For, each has, 
It's own reverberations,
Poisonous potions, 
Blended with intoxication,
Howbeit, to fend self,
Route one, she must tread,
While wrangling in turmoil,
Abuse & misuse,
Is done by,
Leaving her debunked,
In a state, avertible which was,
By virtue of what,
She wondered
Was it,
Assertion of absorption,
OR...
Clarion of demolition?
Silence begets destruction,
OR...
Reveals paths anew?
Shrouded in mystery,
Firmness as a testatory,
Rooted & grounded,
Though pliable & supple,
To an extent,
She lived on...
To express & not to impress
To assert & not to be suppressed!

Reclamation

A sloppy walk in the rain,
adrift of a harbor to latch on to,
directionless, 
just as the lofty mass up there,
yet,
constantly reassuring self,
that all is 'perfectly well',
choices made in innocence,
shalt not be anguished upon,
but, referred to as referrals,
a lot to learn & derive sense of,
in order to,
evolve as worldly wise,
for, what defines a stronger self is, 
after falling & dipping,
how well does one rise !
Arising from the ashes,
thus, does a phoenix,
to born alive,
resurrection & novel in creation,
excelling formulation,
a beautiful self,
like never before !
Dilly dally, no wonder,
keeping the spirit & spark alive,
to move ahead in zeal,
& never looking back,
to what could have sealed,
fastened & welded to anonymity,
forever, that is !

Nemesis

Indignation not yet subsided,
submarined & submerged,
beneath subconscious,
hollering stories of villainy,
profusely oozing rage,
resentment at it's peek,
& mounting high,
as each passing day,
witnessing darkness,
leaving atmosphere jaundiced,
in it's gory sins,
none to heed ear,
multitude of layers abaft,
thickened  & stubborn,
callously negligent,
of crushed  hearts multitude,
scraped with bruises,
yet, penitent not !
strapped of joys,
bereft of amuse,
abated state of elated,
lingering pangs of remorse,
void inside,
truth sees bare,
wide open in it's worst,
shrieks of offense,
acceptance of  real,
as it is,
is what the heart had whined,
yet, shrouded in persistent distortion,
why, I quiz,
is someone doped to an extent,
that they fail to seek existence, 
ends to meet,
or, meet an end,
the question,
remains as it is,
albeit, the fire of vengeance 
burns alive !

Blinkered

Sadistic joys of misrepresentation,

Facts acerbic as bile,

Which can do anything,

but make one smile !
All is hidden from the figurine,
who follows blinkered,
with eyes covered with a strap,
& enchanted by jingles,
that are deceivingly deluded,
intoxicated, it has a lot to utter ! 
Conveying only half truths,
but not what's nude !
Thus, one lie directs,
to an array of others too !
Thereby, muddling reality as it is,
that becomes arduous to seize !
Why do we trust too much,
that weakness it begets,

pain & sorrow that nevertheless follow,

eventually making us empty and hollow...

Why is it so difficult to embrace truth?

Isn't it futile to lie?

What charms one to sly?

Where the glory of lord rests?

With a crook,
or someone who has been fooled?

And why not with the one

who is never ill-intentioned,

but, in hatred is mentioned,

erroneously in its worst form ! 

Will the end of tunnel show light?

Or in self-brightness, 

it will lose sight?

Tell it to the marines !

Axioms of reality,
lost in futile words,
distorted & forged that were,
skillfully carted to deceive,
& then perish,
into anonymity !
Magus or Magnum opus,
who weaved stories manifold,
conscientious of perpetuating,
all that was whined, 
to carry along,
tete-a-tete with beloved,
also, 'catch of hour'
or, quarry to hit at,
ah! nevertheless, 
each was only volatile,
the rouge then turned back,
mission when accomplished !
reconciles & pacifiers,
were like chasing the rainbow,
the word 'trust', 
abused & misused,
incoherent to the core,
extent to blink,
dark shades, 
that were dimly evident,
behind shiny cloak,
that was suited up,
by the masquerader,
for reasons unknown,
or, which were presumably known !
& then, not done yet,
the victim ruthlessly robbed blind,
idiosyncrasies flounce out,
wide & open,
futile to mourn,
then mistakenly lent,
a submissive ear,
nonetheless, 
said it aloud,
'Tell it to the marines !'
for they might give in an ear,
not my show anymore,

for trust once lost,
is  forever gone !

Scars

Darkness of night,
etches stories manifold, 
songs sung in innocence, 
music & lyrics artfully woven,
to fill up the senses,
all that the heart cached,
in moments bygone,
thus, leaving traces,
that were to linger forever,
& like never before,
ephemeral in its conditioning,
nevertheless, was fulfilling !
Ample to die a thousand deaths,
bountiful to retain eternal faith,
honeyed colloquy,
teeming with energy,
occupied in synergy,
oblivious of reality,
vanity is what was lost,
or, sanity it was ?
Bit by bit, the clock ticked,
engulfing the soul in soot,
misted by cloaked truth,
kept under wraps,
to fend self,
a heart weaken, that it was,
or a mind head-strong,
of its principles,
which, failed to foresee,
incidences that were to befall?
Consequently, 
the scars that show up,
as deepest deep,
shall never expunge,
alternatively, 
shall retain, 
in times to come... 

The travesty of evolution

Ever since I watched the documentary on Nibhaya's case (the much hyped rape case in Delhi), a million thoughts have been crawling in my head. The most preemitent being, what is the state of humans today? Can we consider ourselves 'civil', when our brains seem have shrunk beyond imagination! Have we really evolved as a race or are we cruising back to the barbarian stage? Its seemingly obvious that in this dog-eats-dog world, we are steadily falling into the trap of self-destruction.

Why does it require a heinous crime to make us realize the truth? Are we really cognizant of the fact or is it  merely a result of 'reference group behavior'? As social beings, we are worrisome of being typecast in a specific manner. Thus, we tend to 'project' ourselves to blend amongst commonest! The anger, the angst, the frustration in such cases is only short-lived. It fades as the case gradually vanishes from headlines. Then, once again it sees traces of uprising when similar incidences befall. And thus, the viscous cycle persists!

Indeed there has always been a lot of noise in such issues, where a lot of 'enthusiasm' and concern is portrayed by activists, educationists, scholars, politicians too, media alike, essentially society at large. Yet, what has been the progress in much focused upon 'outlook' of the stronger sex? Does capital punishment for one or two odd cases resolve issues which are constantly brewing in the savage minds? Where does one witness a full-stop? Is it easy to tame it to behave somewhat humanly? The plaintive answer is known to all!

Nothing can alter the mentality of the brutal lot. I might sound pessimistic while I put this...but, the fact is fact!

Ever pondered, why do such voluptuous thoughts mount? Its primarily because of suppression, the mind is 'schooled' to behave in a specific way. There is a degree of oppression in moral policing. However, mind is devious, it finds solace in dark truths, which are fervently woven around manifold lies. While we aim to harness, it floats in perennial crudeness. We all wear a mask of sophistication, so that we are revered in society.What lies inside is known to none. So, do we at all need to enter that blindfolded terrain, which seems no less than a maze? Won't you agree that such efforts are deemed to be futile? Whereas, the natural course of action seems to linger forever!

But, does that mean the 'victim' might not give out clarion call to save self, rather surrender to get slaughtered time and again? Not at all! Perhaps a very well-known saying by none other than the father of our nation, 'Be the change you wish to see!' can mentor us in a way. One need not rely on other to change, rather imbibe the strength and wit (yes, a combination of both is quintessential) to safeguard self!  None other than the tagged 'victim' needs to arise and insulate self, with a shield, that only bounces back to the victimizer, in a hard-hitting way! By following the principle of 'Survival of the fittest', one might remain impervious to conditions beset...