tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933001167708053312024-02-07T03:58:59.432-08:00Crude EmotionsNeelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-50853576824350833802020-06-16T16:39:00.000-07:002020-06-16T16:39:13.911-07:00Astra<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeuyzyQ_ET_oIVu7C-yzhnMKzsAXyywj8vUhdlFSDN5Czfaje2B5IYvRTdpcPgo4wMAIImIbd4UsFgNytdo63TBBWZ0mw7Jt0vauOon6SMGq3J1Hm9KvOiZU8q3_Vfi3XeSDl9DGOYIJRa/s3024/20200617_093753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeuyzyQ_ET_oIVu7C-yzhnMKzsAXyywj8vUhdlFSDN5Czfaje2B5IYvRTdpcPgo4wMAIImIbd4UsFgNytdo63TBBWZ0mw7Jt0vauOon6SMGq3J1Hm9KvOiZU8q3_Vfi3XeSDl9DGOYIJRa/s320/20200617_093753.jpg" /></a></div>Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-3067774405982290252018-02-03T04:53:00.000-08:002018-02-03T04:53:10.984-08:00Beginnings...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The field was cold, not barren yet,<br />
But cold still,<br />
A slight frost, not morbid,<br />
Gleaming, almost cheerful,<br />
As the Sun peeked beyond,<br />
Melting, gently,<br />
Revelling in the warmth,<br />
Soaking the ground below.<br />
<br />
Ordinary, this was not,<br />
A blood thirsty monster by the day,<br />
Sorrowful yet patient beast by night,<br />
This was a battlefield,<br />
It sought conflict,<br />
Turmoil, havoc, chaos,<br />
Erratic yet strong its pulse ran,<br />
Brief unwanted breaks, relentless.<br />
<br />
But the field was not bad,<br />
Not in the least,<br />
Brutal yes, but never evil,<br />
It was fair, honest always,<br />
Men, women, all beings alike,<br />
All with a story, all with a mark,<br />
And one in them,<br />
Greater than all.<br />
<br />
A being, a purpose singular,<br />
Driven to start it all,<br />
Start it all again,<br />
Again after the end,<br />
An end that seemed befitting,<br />
Befitting a system past,<br />
Past its prime, a shadow,<br />
A shadow, putrid and vile.<br />
<br />
<br />
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Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-17246701051381446782017-02-12T13:52:00.001-08:002017-04-13T22:01:22.843-07:00History<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We have created history,</div>
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In music, in words, in deeds,</div>
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Written in books, recorded,</div>
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Spoken and heard,</div>
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Seen and read.</div>
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So much, beyond measure,</div>
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Remember, we may,</div>
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Or forget, if we should,</div>
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But there it is, always will be,</div>
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For you, for me, for those who are going to be.</div>
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Go, make what you may,</div>
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Call us heroes, call us thrives,</div>
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Heathen, heretics, men of peace,</div>
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It was what it was, is no more,</div>
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A story, a tale, it matters not.</div>
</div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-55062070411346862242016-06-16T05:04:00.001-07:002016-06-16T05:04:44.942-07:00Rambling...again...and again...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Let me paint you a picture,<br />
Show you a dream,<br />
Take you out of this world,<br />
Make you see.<br />
<br />
Imagine, you walk on the sky,<br />
The Earth looks down on you,<br />
Time is just a concept, a whim,<br />
Nothing lasts as nothing was.<br />
<br />
A book opens up,<br />
Talks to you while it writes,<br />
Religion is not a word,<br />
There is no dictionary.<br />
<br />
You paint a picture,<br />
Love what you see,<br />
All the while fading away,<br />
Wishing for what could be.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-28042990341266614832016-06-16T04:53:00.004-07:002016-06-16T04:53:51.958-07:00End to thee<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As I leave, should I let you be,<div>
Let you burn, in my hindsight,</div>
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Or should I squeeze your wick,</div>
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May be just close my eyes,</div>
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Pretend the light is gone,</div>
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How do I look then,</div>
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For a light brighter,</div>
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A flame stronger...</div>
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<br /></div>
</div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-25599559524064269922016-05-23T18:47:00.001-07:002016-05-23T19:38:36.763-07:00Want<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hither, child, hither,<br />
<div>
A tale I must share,</div>
<div>
Of a time long gone,</div>
<div>
A time of freedom,</div>
<div>
Of life, of love,</div>
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Of joy unbound,</div>
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A time that might still be.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Much there was,</div>
<div>
Much to share,</div>
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Much to keep,</div>
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Much to let you be,</div>
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To sleep in peace,</div>
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It was a time of need.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Time now is that of want,</div>
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Abundance there is,</div>
<div>
And we make more,</div>
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And yet more we want,</div>
<div>
We want to have what we do not need,</div>
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And what we need but can no more see.</div>
</div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-59627328796651201282016-05-23T18:46:00.000-07:002016-05-23T18:46:03.314-07:00Dream<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I visit you often,<br />
In subtle noises,<br />
In deafening silences,<br />
In the deepest highs,<br />
In my hopeless dreams.<br />
<br />
Yes, it is there is see,<br />
Is it you, may be me,<br />
A sheet of glass, a mirror, could be,<br />
Shall I touch, my I feel,<br />
May be not, let it be.<br />
<br />
No, I wish, I must,<br />
Know who it is,<br />
Confront, lest I lose,<br />
What could yet be,<br />
The best of you, the best of me.</div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-89295738366583832342015-10-19T05:39:00.001-07:002015-10-19T05:39:52.487-07:00Writers' Block<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The pen, slumber,<br />
No wish to move,<br />
Lazy, may be,<br />
Bored, possibly.<br />
<br />
Write, why should I,<br />
Speak, feel not like,<br />
Shy, not slightly,<br />
Irritated, highly.<br />
<br />
Words, stingy,<br />
Tongue, twisted,<br />
Mind, airy,<br />
Appetite, lost.<br />
<br />
Come, sit,<br />
Wait and see,<br />
Nothing at all,<br />
Let it be.</div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-66865613256518686272015-04-16T07:20:00.001-07:002015-08-29T11:46:14.844-07:00I must be!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Not scared, not of the Reaper,<br />
Au contraire, he feared he would never come,<br />
Wished not to live, he had no want for a morrow,<br />
For he was full of fear, his mind twisted, his heart random.<br />
<br />
But it was his nature, call him uncertain,<br />
He said, "No, I wish to go not."<br />
Stood there, the Reaper,<br />
"You dare say no, to me you do!<br />
Know you not, who I be?<br />
Lowly knave, know your place,<br />
You will come with me."<br />
<br />
"Aware I am, of who you are,<br />
Indeed I have forever longed,<br />
For an appointment with thee.<br />
But you must understand,<br />
There is still much I need to see,<br />
Places I need to be,<br />
Incomplete is my deed.<br />
I care not, if you do not,<br />
I am going to, for I must be!"</div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-74724428318922669312014-12-15T06:39:00.002-08:002014-12-15T06:47:13.941-08:00His Fiery Cage...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
His head was in a whirlpool,<br />
His body stood still,<br />
She was all he ever wanted,<br />
She was now his eternal crime.<br />
<br />
He had wings once, his glory,<br />
He could soar high, his might,<br />
Lived strong he had, his pride,<br />
Bright as the sun he shone, his form.<br />
<br />
A guardian, a man of the league,<br />
The one to show them the way to light,<br />
Help deliver them from dark,<br />
The leader, he was set to be.<br />
<br />
A woman, looked at him,<br />
And she looked at him again,<br />
Her want, her passion, her lust,<br />
Take him, she knew, she must.<br />
<br />
On a night, pretty, starry,<br />
She stood at the crossroads,<br />
Sure as ever under the moon,<br />
Ensure, even more, for him to see.<br />
<br />
White she wore, held a red rose,<br />
Eyes had tears, she saw him come,<br />
Knelt in dispair, she was patient,<br />
That he would stop, she was sure.<br />
<br />
"Lady, why do you kneel,<br />
Alone, in this night, beautiful.<br />
<br />
Lost, are you,<br />
Or do you wait, for someone,<br />
Is there something you seek."<br />
<br />
She looked up at him,<br />
A pinning gaze,<br />
Smile filled her face,<br />
Moon, shone in her teary eyes.<br />
<br />
"It is you I wait for,<br />
I have been, for long.<br />
<br />
Adulation, utmost,<br />
Respect, supreme,<br />
Love, not warranted.<br />
<br />
Take me, take my heart,<br />
Let yours be mine."<br />
<br />
This was new, confusing,<br />
Pleasureful, yet it was,<br />
Adulation he had seen before,<br />
But this, not like this.<br />
<br />
He somehow pined for it,<br />
A want filled him,<br />
Yes, she was it,<br />
He knew, he loved.<br />
<br />
She took him in,<br />
Care, love, she gave him,<br />
Balming her words, kept him calm,<br />
Her touch, made him live on.<br />
<br />
"Love are they not heavy,<br />
Your wings.<br />
<br />
You carry them around all day,<br />
Night even,<br />
Why.<br />
<br />
Give them to me,<br />
I shall keep them safe,<br />
Take them when you need."<br />
<br />
He obliged, it felt good,<br />
For once, someone understood,<br />
Someone was willing to share the burden,<br />
Or so he thought, till he came to see.<br />
<br />
"Love, I miss it,<br />
My freedom.<br />
<br />
I miss soaring high,<br />
The drops of rain,<br />
Shattering on my face.<br />
<br />
My duty calls,<br />
I promise, I shall be back,<br />
Let me fly"<br />
<br />
"No, I know,<br />
You wish to leave.<br />
<br />
Had enough you have,<br />
Of me, of this,<br />
To run away you want.<br />
<br />
A choice you must make,<br />
Either your wings, or me,<br />
You must take."<br />
<br />
He stood there, sad,<br />
His love, it seemed, had shackeld him,<br />
But the lives of many was at stake,<br />
He knew he had to leave.<br />
<br />
Took his wings,<br />
He looked at her,<br />
Went to kiss her,<br />
She looked away.<br />
<br />
Broken, he spread his wings,<br />
Long it had had been since he did,<br />
Took flight, a tear, a sigh,<br />
The job had to be done.<br />
<br />
Overcome by grief she was,<br />
Abandoned she felt, worthless,<br />
To see him gone, she could not,<br />
Unable to bear, her life she took.<br />
<br />
His sorrow, unfathomable,<br />
Damnation for her, not ever,<br />
To hell, the dead he followed,<br />
To salvage her soul he hoped.<br />
<br />
Alas! Long gone,<br />
The innards of hell had taken her,<br />
Was left nothing to seek, in the space, dark, dank,<br />
A space full of shrill shreaks.<br />
<br />
"Destroy you,<br />
I will.<br />
<br />
You took her from me,<br />
No, I will burn you,<br />
Obliterate your existance."<br />
<br />
Wave after fiery wave,<br />
His rage reigned supreme,<br />
Hell did burn, and burned a lot,<br />
But it was him in hell's siege.<br />
<br />
"Impressed I am,<br />
Your tenacity is extreme.<br />
<br />
Yet, you cannot leave,<br />
This fire you have set, shall never perish,<br />
Amends are in order, I believe.<br />
<br />
You came, unwelcomed,<br />
I cannot consume you.<br />
<br />
But your strength is unparalleled,<br />
I can use you.<br />
<br />
Rule this chaos,<br />
Help me build.<br />
<br />
Take my throne,<br />
Be my king."<br />
<br />
Reluctant, he had no coice,<br />
A seat of hate, he did not enjoy,<br />
With all the might and his rage,<br />
He set to rule, the fiery cage.</div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-52203111010866623982014-09-04T19:52:00.001-07:002014-09-04T19:52:48.942-07:00Roots<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I visited this region after a long time, more than two years, and I said to myself, not much has changed here. The roads are still quite broken every time it rains, dogs still run rampant on roads and many a time die without anyone giving much of a bother, cattle still roam around where ever they feel like, they relieve themselves or take a seat when they deem fit , where they deem fit. People walk on roads and pavements are meant for hawkers to sell vegetables, fruits, cheap knock offs, rat poison, medicines that claim to cure impotency and paan (a peculiarly delicious edible made using betel leaves, betel nuts and many other things I cant really explain).<br />
<br />
Do I have a problem with it, hell yeah I do. But there is flipside, and a rather big one at that. Life is simple, people are simple. Needs are few and people are generally happier. <br />
<br />
It was after a long time I took a train. The route, Asansol, a town in West Bengal, to West Bengal's capital, Kolkata. The train station was filthy, the stench awful. But somehow, it was not entirely unacceptable. Do not get me wrong, it is not that I would not do something about it if I could, it is just that I do not dislike the place inspite of that.<br />
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The fact is that these are my roots and this is the person I am. I have grown out of this. Upon deeper consideration, roots have this nature. The more deep seated they are, the more unchanging they get. The fact that your roots are filthy and nothing much can be done to change them, signifies the fact that you are a part of something ancient. You are a part of a generation, one of many, that have derived their origin from the same roots.<br />
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So yeah, no matter how dirty, filthy and rigid it might be; this is where I come from and this is where I belong. </div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-72042305137518027352014-08-28T16:46:00.000-07:002014-08-28T16:52:14.338-07:00Journey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Travelling can be a very profound experience. I have heard many say that but this is probably the first time I am noticing it (or may be this is just the first time I have had the sense to record the thought).<br />
<br />
Anyway, it has been brilliant. I guess after eight months of a state which might resemble your brain being hurled around in a centrifuge, I had eight hours completely to myself. No thoughts of bother to give me company. Just one, of a certain someone, very dear, very loved, taking up the entire space within my head. The sublime feeling of uninterrupted indulgence in thoughts of that one person.<br />
<br />
Flying out of Australia is a pretty unique experience in itself. As you leave Melbourne, you leave behind a city with a beating heart. It is bright, vibrant, lively! But as you move up north, the population grows sparse and accordingly dwindles the density of lights you see down below. I do not know if I actually saw it or it was my sleep deprived brain playing tricks, but I at a point, just before leaving the land mass, did see a ring of fire. It was magnificent! Once that was gone, the flight just had the company of stars. The sky was clear and the view from the tiny window epic. It almost felt being in a time capsule. You know you are moving, you know the clock is ticking, but the object you are looking at just lies there, staring right back at you. The whole experience was enhanced by a drink of whiskey and the never ending loop of the thought of that certain someone.<br />
<br />
I did watch a very crappy movie which could have destroyed the experience (Transcendence, don't ever watch it). But a couple of other movies saved th day (Million Dollar Arm and The Grand Budapest Hotel). Anyway, now I am sitting at the Kuala Lumpur International Airport waiting for my next flight and utilizing the time and technology to dish out this text.<br />
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Good stuff!</div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-6135636115297231762014-07-12T10:35:00.001-07:002014-07-12T10:46:48.831-07:00I have the right...if I can<p dir="ltr">It was a bright day,<br>
A sunny day,<br>
Thought to himself,<br>
Come what may,<br>
Think in a hopeful way.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He had reason, <br>
He had scope,<br>
Long it had been,<br>
Since he had seen,<br>
His peace not elope.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Time moved on,<br>
Quick yet smoothe,<br>
Confident he was,<br>
He could now see,<br>
Toil had lead to fruit.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Alas, this was not to be,<br>
Not so soon at least,<br>
Questions were raised,<br>
Past caught up,<br>
His thoughts in haze.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Why, why now, <font color="#000000">now</font> again,<br>
To himself he said,<br>
It was perfect, immaculate,<br>
Alas, wish it was easy,<br>
Dejected, he surrendered.</p>
<p dir="ltr">His mind was puzzled,<br>
His heart heavy,<br>
Will almost broken,<br>
Deep in his gut,<br>
A voice spoke muffled.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Do not, he whispered again,<br>
This is not the time,<br>
Fight, push, get up,<br>
Reach out unfazed,<br>
Work it out, for me and mine.</p>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-78187733829217856642014-06-06T06:31:00.001-07:002014-06-06T06:31:11.008-07:00I don't give a fuck!<p dir="ltr">I do not give a fuck a anymore,<br>
Fuck this Shit!</p>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-44310630064533838572014-04-19T21:28:00.001-07:002014-04-19T21:28:09.749-07:00The Diatribe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am an employee at a million dollar firm. Well it could well be a little more than that, but that is inconsequential. And I am what is referred to as a deputed employee. It basically means that I am co-located with the client. People in my organization or any other would give a limb in my situation. Money is good and life is good; or is it?<br />
<br />
The natural question is why. Money being good, life should follow right? I wish it was so cut and dried. As a kid I came to realize that man needs money to live a decent life and that was pretty much it. But when I started working and saw people around me work, it seemed that the purpose of a man's life to make money. Work is worship, a high concept when I was growing up, was taken a little too seriously and the attention to detail was mental. Competition was the word of the day, everyday.<br />
<br />
Hence, the journey started. I was fully committed to the rat race and I was a winner. Progress was in leaps and bounds; the plan seemed to be working just fine. But whose plan was it and was it a plan at all? Another classic case of monkey see monkey do, could it be? Whatever it was, it was strangely satisfying.<br />
<br />
Three and a half years and the elation is now all gone. I work more than when I started, the standard of life good, even if barely so, but the quality of life is questionable. When a man sleeps, he should be allowed to sleep in peace. He should not have to sleep with his phone, always alert that his assistance might be required. He should not be made to feel that he has to save the world when it is not his job. Every issue should not be treated as a life threatening situation when in fact no life depends on it. What can be done another day, should be done another day, if time permits. He should be given enough time, enough space to spend time doing things he likes outside work. He should be allowed to breathe free and live a life with the people he loves. He should be allowed to go easy on the gas pedal once in a while.<br />
<br />
It is a sorry state of affairs but unfortunately no one wants to do anything about it. The most anyone does is to sympathize with the situation and say, "Tough luck. Soldier on." People have given up, the system has given up. Welfare of the people is not something that takes precedence over anything.<br />
<br />
So why do write this piece? Because I cannot do much myself. And yes, this is it!</div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-15142412379664735322014-04-11T09:59:00.001-07:002014-04-11T09:59:12.652-07:00Rambling again...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The fate of man is a funny thing indeed. Written by his own hand, crafted by his own actions; yet he blames himself not. Circumstances, luck, chance, influence etc. is what he hides behind to name a few. When he errs he wants to take solace in someone's pity while he puts on a mask of his ego to hide his crippled belief in his own capacity. None can match him at beating his own drum; he can do no wrong, righteous he is, ever so much. Give him the resources and he can move a mountain, or so he claims. Yet when the time comes to take a side, the ground beneath him shakes. His constitution is weak, his demeanour fake, he can sell the world if it were for his sake. And hence the doom, the end certain…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />Sons and daughters of Adam and Eve, <br />Forever they run, <br />Forever they hide, <br />Pleasure and pain,<br />Side by side.</span></div>
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Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-8852238909749164712014-03-07T06:29:00.001-08:002014-03-07T06:29:28.924-08:00Stepping out<p dir="ltr">So it is the last day,<br>
The job is done,<br>
No more sobbing,<br>
No more crying,<br>
My time is done.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Not very long ago,<br>
You were here,<br>
Broken, shattered,<br>
And I was picking pieces,<br>
My job it was.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Not once, not twice,<br>
Again and again,<br>
You broke down,<br>
Hit the ground,<br>
Waiting for me to come around.</p>
<p dir="ltr">You are fixed now,<br>
No more holes,<br>
Pieces I took out of me,<br>
Whole once again you are,<br>
But where do I go from here.</p>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-39347979124202460892014-02-14T07:11:00.001-08:002014-02-14T07:11:12.431-08:00An ode to the barbershop...Valentine's day<p dir="ltr">Thither thou art,<br>
Thy doors wide open,<br>
Welcoming as ever,<br>
Not for me though.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Never imagined,<br>
So painful, this change,<br>
Never been before, <br>
Will it ever be.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Oh Barbershop,<br>
My Barbershop,<br>
Cannot come to thee,<br>
Do not know why yet indeed, <br>
This day has come to be.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Last meeting, <br>
Anger reigned over,<br>
Rash, hasty, inconsiderate, <br>
Messed up, I messed up,<br>
It never came to me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">And there it was,<br>
The crew cut,<br>
No style, no frills,<br>
A life sans thrills, <br>
End of an era it was.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Drops shatter on the near bare scalp,<br>
As I miss you when it rains,<br>
Or when I ride along,<br>
With no wind in my long gone hair.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Soon, if not sooner,<br>
I shall make amends though,<br>
All that's lost shall be regained,<br>
A solemn promise I make, this Valentine's.</p>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-23533631570190788812014-01-12T16:06:00.001-08:002014-04-11T10:03:10.118-07:00Another day...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It takes me 45 minutes to get to office. That does not include the walk from home to the station. Yes, I do take the train.</div>
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Why am I typing this, blogging from my phone? Reason could be the fact that it is a Monday and office resumes today. But there have been so many before this. Why today?</div>
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Trust me I am not making this up, I have never blogged using my phone or while I am in transit. Could this mean that I am so bored with everything that I just had to do something different. Yes, that definitely sounds at least slightly credible. Life is boring, mundane. Being able to vent the frustration it inspires is a reflief.</div>
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It is a weird feeling and is somewhat liberating. Feels like a small window opened up somewhere inside my head. </div>
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Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-9398691273025348462014-01-02T06:02:00.001-08:002014-01-05T22:55:06.177-08:00A to B to C to Z...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Man and misery,<br>
Hand in hand,<br>
Learn to play,<br>
Never join the band.<br>
<br>
Dazed and confused,<br>
Yet marched unfazed,<br>
Hoped for glory,<br>
The never ending story.<br>
<br>
The wannabe monk,<br>
Bought an acre of land,<br>
Thought would meditate,<br>
Another castle of sand.<br>
<br>
Looked up at the sky,<br>
Not sure why,<br>
Thought he would fly,<br>
Never gave it a try.<br>
<br>
So then he took his pen,<br>
A sheet of paper,<br>
Wrote about the lives of men,<br>
And how they meet the maker.</div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com2Docklands, Docklands-37.815018 144.94601tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-19367487711105078102013-09-20T08:30:00.003-07:002013-09-20T08:30:44.514-07:00Moving On...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I suppose it is time,<br />
The clock is not ticking anymore,<br />
May be I just do not care if it is,<br />
Patience, dead in the water.<br />
<br />
There is no pain,<br />
No pictures on the walls,<br />
A light, dim, slow, distant,<br />
No wish to scream, no point.<br />
<br />
So yes, just let it go,<br />
You cannot stop it anyway,<br />
I know it was nice, could be better,<br />
But please, hold it no more.</div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-10547125114057080662013-08-04T05:43:00.001-07:002013-08-04T05:43:33.607-07:00First of Ten...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is the beginning,<br />
As I stand right outside,<br />
The first circle,<br />
Should I or should I not.<br />
<br />
It has been tough,<br />
Grueling and tiring,<br />
Yet, I am here,<br />
Still wondering,<br />
What is the worth.<br />
<br />
But no, I need to see,<br />
Spent so much time I have,<br />
I will never know, unless,<br />
Pointless, utterly, it would be.<br />
<br />
Decided it is then,<br />
The first of ten,<br />
Here I come, with all might,<br />
Hope, the end is a pretty sight.</div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-27725190766312920282013-06-04T08:04:00.000-07:002013-06-04T08:04:03.854-07:00The Fall and The Rise...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
High and Mighty,<br />
He stood there,<br />
Tall and Strong,<br />
Proud, smiling.<br />
<br />
The day was bright,<br />
Success, this was it,<br />
He saw it clear, crystal,<br />
Above everyone else.<br />
<br />
Yes, all below him,<br />
Indeed, the view,<br />
Perfect at the top,<br />
None, to blur it.<br />
<br />
And then it happened,<br />
Free fall, it was swift,<br />
Deep, dark, cold,<br />
Numb, deafening silence.<br />
<br />
"What is this,<br />
Dead, am I,<br />
No, breathing I still am,<br />
Where am I...<br />
<br />
Wait, I cannot see,<br />
Blind, I must be,<br />
How can it be though,<br />
I feel no pain."<br />
<br />
So he wandered,<br />
Yelling, screaming,<br />
Crying out for help,<br />
Until he stopped.<br />
<br />
Sat down, wondered,<br />
Eyes shut, body cold,<br />
Mind, squirming with thoughts,<br />
All hope was lost.<br />
<br />
Time went by,<br />
And he just sat there,<br />
Blank, his thoughts empty,<br />
He had embraced his end.<br />
<br />
"What is that, footsteps<br />
I must have gone crazy,<br />
It cannot be, no,<br />
Let it be."<br />
<br />
But the sound drew closer,<br />
Till finally it stopped,<br />
And then he felt the warmth,<br />
Her palm on his cheek.<br />
<br />
"I have been looking all over,<br />
And here you are,<br />
All by your self,<br />
Come, walk with me."<br />
<br />
He gazed at her,<br />
Who was she,<br />
How could he see her,<br />
Why only her.<br />
<br />
"Go away, let me be,<br />
Why have you come for me,<br />
Do not give me a glimmer hope,<br />
Let me perish in my misery"<br />
<br />
She stopped,<br />
Turned around,<br />
Kissed him on his forehead,<br />
Then slapped him tight.<br />
<br />
"Listen to yourself,<br />
Dejected, depressed,<br />
A shadow you are,<br />
Of who you used to be.<br />
<br />
Remember, think back,<br />
The pride, the glory,<br />
The struggle to the top,<br />
Your reign supreme.<br />
<br />
I am here to pick you up,<br />
I will see you through,<br />
And I will if I must,<br />
Knock some sense into you."<br />
<br />
She was angry, very angry,<br />
He looked at her, he smiled,<br />
Ready he was to begin his quest,<br />
Even though, it might take a while.</div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-16449594633778117902013-05-30T09:52:00.001-07:002013-05-30T09:52:10.431-07:00End of Line...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Don't go silent into the night,<br />
Yell, scream and shout,<br />
It is your right, take it,<br />
Do what you have to, you must.<br />
<br />
Days come and days go,<br />
And I will go someday too,<br />
But before before I go, I shall prevail,<br />
And then I wont be to get you through.<br />
<br />
True, tonight is over,<br />
Another night, might never be,<br />
Stick around I will though,<br />
Till the need for me be.<br />
<br />
Weak, very weak I am,<br />
Yet strength I gather to bear,<br />
Your tantrums, your taunts,<br />
Support you while I am there.<br />
<br />
Yes, soon, very soon,<br />
I will be gone, you asked me to,<br />
Give back whatever I got,<br />
But won't take it all away from you.</div>
Neelavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924663623296485299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293300116770805331.post-62477847940521887572013-04-17T09:14:00.001-07:002013-04-17T09:55:22.403-07:00The Divine Con<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
"Ah what a beautiful day,<br />
The sun's out, bright, warm,<br />
The sky is blue as ever,<br />
Splendid, just splendid it is."<br />
<br />
He saw it happen,<br />
For the first time,<br />
As the day moved on,<br />
And the night had risen.<br />
<br />
"Brilliant, the Moon,<br />
Perfect with the dark sky behind,<br />
Black as the darkest blue,<br />
Stars in proper randomness."<br />
<br />
And the day passed, so did the next,<br />
Each day the same,<br />
Just as beautiful as the one before,<br />
And the cycle went on.<br />
<br />
"Well, all is good,<br />
Brilliant, perfect, beautiful,<br />
Yet, what is missing,<br />
What is the point of all this.<br />
<br />
I look at it all day,<br />
And then the next,<br />
But nothing happens,<br />
Things go on as I planned.<br />
<br />
This so not complete,<br />
I am the only one who appreciates it,<br />
All these creatures down there,<br />
They are too simple to enjoy."<br />
<br />
And then it hit him,<br />
He needed someone like him,<br />
Someone living among all other things,<br />
Enjoying their existence.<br />
<br />
"Yes, it has to be done,<br />
I need to see what it is like,<br />
To be happy, to enjoy,<br />
I have to see it in someone else's eyes."<br />
<br />
So he made two more beings,<br />
In his image but quite different,<br />
A woman and a man,<br />
Complementing in all aspects.<br />
<br />
And He did feel happy,<br />
For a while at-least,<br />
As he saw them sit and talk,<br />
Wake up and sleep.<br />
<br />
But the mood set in again,<br />
Worse than before this time,<br />
A tinge of anger in it all,<br />
Frustration more than ever.<br />
<br />
"They just talk, and then talk some more,<br />
That's not what I made them for,<br />
Do they not realize all the fun they can have,<br />
And in turn create a world of their own.<br />
<br />
Oh, indeed they do not,<br />
I forgot to put it there,<br />
The thought would never occur,<br />
Not unless I help them out."<br />
<br />
He had just stepped out,<br />
When another thought occurred,<br />
Not a very pleasant one,<br />
A shade of doubt.<br />
<br />
"This is not good,<br />
This might not end up well,<br />
What if they just keep at it,<br />
Never do anything else.<br />
<br />
I can't lead them to that,<br />
Not me as myself at-least,<br />
A villainy has to be the agent,<br />
A guilty pleasure this must be.<br />
<br />
Now, what should I do,<br />
Who should I become,<br />
What shall I say,<br />
I am going to be sorry doing this."<br />
<br />
So he did it,<br />
He shape shifted into another being,<br />
A body of exquisite form,<br />
Not beautiful, yet extremely attractive.<br />
<br />
Features sharp, lustful,<br />
A look of malice,<br />
A dash of mischief,<br />
A grin, from ear to ear.<br />
<br />
"Come here dear ones,<br />
Come to me, speak to me,<br />
Don't be scared,<br />
I come with good tidings.<br />
<br />
Look here, look at this fruit,<br />
It is red, it is juicy,<br />
Come relish it's taste,<br />
Both of you, come."<br />
<br />
They ate, ate and enjoyed,<br />
Lost in it's taste,<br />
They just kept at it,<br />
Till their lips met.<br />
<br />
Time froze, for them at-least,<br />
A strange feeling it was,<br />
Strangely satisfying, yet not so much,<br />
They just wanted it, and more.<br />
<br />
And so it happened,<br />
Over and over again,<br />
While he looked down,<br />
Scathing his head.<br />
<br />
"Poor things,<br />
I wish I could let them be,<br />
Enjoy this till eternity,<br />
Alas, it is not meant to be."<br />
<br />
He prepared to visit them,<br />
A little guilty he felt,<br />
Justified, in his actions,<br />
And things to be done was he.<br />
<br />
"What are you doing,<br />
Dear children of mine,<br />
Who put put you to this mischief,<br />
What you are doing is crime.<br />
<br />
I created you,<br />
I made this world for you,<br />
Enjoy my gifts, be happy,<br />
But do not disgrace me."<br />
<br />
They looked up at him,<br />
And he could see,<br />
The master plan in motion,<br />
His goal achieved.<br />
<br />
"Fine, I will be generous,<br />
But just this once,<br />
Allowed you are,<br />
To enjoy the carnal fruit.<br />
<br />
But you must remember,<br />
This is immoral,<br />
Set in motion by an evil,<br />
Test not my patience you must.<br />
<br />
Be damned the one who set you at it,<br />
And so shall you if you forever keep at it,<br />
Be aware of my kindness,<br />
And forever be thankful."<br />
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