Biblical Seven Sins of Life

In the shadow of grey
One toils with profligacy
Let's introduce ourselves to the dark side today.
Step back and push common perception aside
I am going to walk you through the biblical seven sins of our lives.

Pride and vanity antithesis of humility
In the garb of ‘I’ and healthy competition
Caught up in the web of comparison
Feeding the gratification of dignity
Proud of what one is and whom one has.

Avarice and greed contradicts generosity
Cloaked in want for one’s fair share and a little bit more.
Whose yardstick do we use to define a true altruist
Can one give more than what one seeks ?
Can one manage expectations when they peak?

Envy is everything love is not
Disguised and huddled in the hearts of all
Impatience destroys the love inside
Too much of love is the shard of envy that pierce’s one through
Numb and immobile, selfless love.

Wrath and anger destroy the acts of kindness
Flaw of the human mind
It remembers what it listens to last
A look, a touch, a word so harsh
Revoke at will, one cant.

Lust to placate sensuality,
Desire insatiable, for power, money and lovemaking ruthlessly
Pleasure of uncontrollable adrenaline rush
Stifling for the lack of sobriety
Overwhelmed by opportunities of extravagant lifestyle

Gluttony pushes the limits of temperance
Hankering for debauchery, regalement and social vibrance
Certitude in morality and responsibility , an extinguishing flame.
Appetite to challenge faith
A path easier than forbearance

Sloth is effacing the zeal
Blighting zest for life and the spiritual inside
A sense of wasted-ness,
Stupor of mind and thought
Accepting without questioning, subscribing to existing schools of thought

In the shadow of grey
Toiling with profligacy
Living with the dark side today
Common perception pushed aside
The biblical seven sins of our lives.

Spiteful Calm

Am I the same?
Do u picture me any other way?
Is it wry? Are you dismayed?
I pretend to peak in confidence
And you think it is high
It is nothing more than a display
No one knows who I am, not even I.
I am not the one you believed in
Am I shattering your belief?
I am shattering mine.
I know I am not who I wanted to be
Far from love and far from life of others
Untouched by complexities
May be that’s all that I care for
Are those beliefs mine?
My verdict against yours
My truth against love and life
It is not for fear of pain or that I foresee life as dim
It is all those anxieties one faces when there is hope and folklore
All things I’d care for and all those moments I’d deny
I’d see the time skim through me and realize that it leaves us all bare
To show the face of nostalgia is to bare your face to the world
And as it fades colors, blurs one’s opinions
Surfaces the unknown
We are to witness this exposure,
We are born to experience
This life in its verve and dynamism
all that it brings to the limelight
Random thoughts and random patterns
Leaving us vulnerable to the inevitable
After a storm calm will reside.

World of One

When worlds come together and destiny does us apart
There will always be a smile on my face that your memories will bring back to my heart

When there will no sunshine, and there will be no hope
I will feel the warmth of your palm slip into mine and guide me through the dark sorrow.

Connect to me today as you did yesterday and will tomorrow
Be with my soul as we have never been apart

In your presence, I am inspired to live in a fictitious day
In a moment, that is as fulfilling as strawberries dipped in chocolate sauce

A tug between the mind and the heart
You convince yourself with beautiful thoughts
The last dance I danced with you on a fateful night

An aroma of romance, in the nip of star spangled sky
The gown I wore to waltzing with my love
And you called me sweetheart
My toes pointed, arms rested on your shoulder with pride
You held me close, you held me firm in your arms
You led me once again
You led me to prance around the floor
with kindergarten delight
The twirls and turns
The enchanting music and mesmerizing eye lock
With nothing to hide
For the world to delight
The world of one

When the worlds come together and destiny does us apart
There will always be a smile on my face that your memories will bring back to my heart
I know you will be home to me before I call it midnight, my love.

Corrosion

A vial of corrosive fell on the years of fear
further it devastated what was so dear
it was ironical,
it was something that should have destroyed
it instead brought insight.
it did not make you possessive
it did not make you want
it instead caused a realization
that forever it is indeed yours.
now it is in your hands
your skillful creation
the mould is your mind
define it your way to best fill the crevice.

A tomb in which it shall be enshrined
you run your fingers through to smoothen the rough edges
the surface completely distorted

Very little that can be settled
an issue over which reasons are disputed.
reading those depressions that are made
the probability of future being narrower than present fade

The light at the end of the tunnel
the water under the bridge
a lot is left to be said

What has once been formed,
what has once gone
seldom will you be able to reform
it seems the worst to have ever happened
death would strike
calamity aint a far cry
moving on further
there is demise of end of hope
instead, desire surprise

the bottle of corrosive is the device
use it with discretion
practiced the wise
the treasure under the cloudy skies and blistering heat
a walk in the rain, wetting your soul,
brimming ostentatiously a bottle of belief.

Stagnation

I feel dull
I feel cluttered
I feel a lack of orientation
In a gamut of nothingness that occupies my mind
Inability to think
Inability to react
Lost in a world of slack
When one can stare at empty walls for hours
And every movement is rushed
Every word plays in slow motion
And a complete lack of comprehension
The world makes me dizzy
I want to stay by my side
Enjoy the feeling of being nothing
Let inconsequential presence stay
A rejected thought
A dejected life
On the border of distress and grief I reside
Energy is negative
Words are few
The mind numbed in vacuum
Like a black hole everything seems to sink
Everything collapses, in the force so intense
An expression of blankness
To hide the turmoil within.

Who is Self-assured?

Who is self assured?
The man who bore his family until he turned 64?
Today he relies more on emotional needs,
More than ever before
Self sufficient he always was
The bread winner of the family
The character he had enacted for majority of his life ended
A tragedy

Who is self assured?
The young professional who carries the burden of his success?
He drives too hard, he drives too fast
Without stopping to think what the true motivation is
Self-satisfied in one sphere of life
But for one failure
He cannot meet it in the eye

Who is self-assured?
The owner of gold mines?
Many a sleepless nights he lives
Fraught with danger to loose a dime
Too much at stake, too much of risk.
A nervous wreck-under the spell of misfortune or ill-fate.

Who is self-assured?
The maverick, who lives his nomadic life?
A self willed way of living
Untouched by worries, concern or strife
Unsettled he is over attachments and reciprocation of ties.

Who is self-assured?
The hand that rocks the cradle?
Or
The new born with a benign smile?
Who is self-assured, but the man deprived of self?
Who is self-assured, but the man living the only truth of life?
Who is self-assured, until one meets the mastermind?

Hunger to Strive

Feed me, my hungry soul
give me more.
Greed and lust are on what I survive.
they are the instincts that make me thrive.

Feed me, that's what I live for
with mental deprivation, I'd die.
I search deeper, than what meets the naked eye,
what a loon to complicate one's own life.

Feed me, my emotional intensity
channelize your jealousy,
instead of trying to imitate me.
Moral courage and humaneness are not born out of charity,
but of strength of character to seek out when you need.

Feed me, balance the rationale with creativity

Thinking of You

I think of you often
More often than not it is subconscious
Some memories fail to fade
Like fresh paint on a palette
Some evoke nervous laughter
Others make me twitch in disbelief
About how naïve I could have been

I thought of you this morning
For reasons unknown I was smiling
The radio station played our favorite song
People were sunnier than the norm
Home by evening
Content enough to write my own epitaph
Sank into the couch and stared at a canvass on the wall
And as the day begins to end
Dusk dawns
In the kitchen, I adorn the chef’s robe
To try my luck with a dish for folks
Wafts of cookies and caramel fill the air
In bed at day’s end
Going through a stack of old photographs
I wear a nostalgic smile
I have been thinking of you yet again
I think of you often
More often than not it is subconscious

Vain by Wine

Fine dining and the folklore
Slow dancing by the riverside
Shy whispers of nothing in your ears
The hints of smile in the gaze of your eye
The sweet nothings of being in love

Say you are mine
Line the cloud with silver galore
Let the bosom rise in pride
Hold me like a child so dear
Let the smell of our togetherness never bid goodbye
Handle me today with those kid gloves, my love



A team so fine
The sway of my step, envious furor
Gurgling laughter of a to be bride
Flushed in pink, an eye full of tear
Pretty as a dream, a dream to rely
Feels like being on seventh heaven above, my love.

Life, a goldmine.
Polished gem of times labor
Withstanding the tests of tide
Unspoken, content, our hearts we bare
Stolen glances, crowds we belie
Rekindled, and warmed our hearts,
oh those memories of being vain by wine, my love.

A Landless Claim

In the draught of it’s sort,
on the lofty lands where sun dried mountains part.
Thirst is the instinct to survive.
Parched and decrepit, the feeble hands of mankind.
They fumble to carry on,
choices exist no more, a pessimists call.
A complete lack of appeal to futile promulgations of how one should go on.
A lifetime in a glance, envision what crosses the mind of one in such adversity.
The serene look is an oxymoron,
incongruous to the disquietude inside.
Ashen, gaunt and worn down.
Cowering back of the macerated moral stance.
In moments of self deprecation
eyes glistening in pain
for everything from here is hope, largess and godsent.
A landless claim.

Writer's Intention

I write not for documentation,
I write not for the world to see.
I neither track the past,
Nor intend to map the future to be.

Fickle in mind, strong at heart.
There are immense changes indeed.
Time has it’s ways,
Of tendering thoughts, harboring emotions on random plea's

Inebriated, many things catch one’s fascination
on a flight of fantasy,
no white flag on the mast,
no apologies for what one wishes to be.

Ending where one began, afresh, from the start.
sinuous, devious exploration of paths to freedom.
captivating, enriching, the journey of one’s soul.
realization of who we are, one could not capture more.

I write not for applause,
I write not for an uproar.
I neither seek sanctity,
Nor intend to reveal more.

Proverbial Truth

It was not so long back,
One stopped to wonder why
It never struck us that, beauty is ephemeral
We all are a construct of the essential 5 elements, that give us life
And yet as we live,
We don’t live to meet the ultimate truth
For the life in us makes the world the way it is,
The ephemeral truth

While this may sound dark
Not befitting an occasion, I write to you on
What really, I’d like to convey is,
There’s nothing more beautiful, than the creation of god

Maybe this is reason sufficient,
to appreciate ourselves
and each other, for who we are
Although one may not be around too long
We cannot deny the indelible impressions
and their glory that carries on

One’s reflection is the best critique
only if we pause to think why
The answer is neither too superficial,
nor so deeply embedded to escape one’s eye
We’ve seen ourselves,
and we’ve seen ourselves through the world’s perception
at the end of the day
what u take to bed is nothing more than, a breath of air

with each day an individual grows
-each moment one shares
with each memory one becomes invincible
carving one’s niche - waddles through the world- a powerful script- a gamut of characters - a dramatic play

Life's come a full circle

Life’s coming a full circle
Or is it a change of season
Metamorphosis and transformation
Nothing is perpetual
Change is permanent
we are but temporal

Our instincts stimulated by reactions
Reaction of one,
to forces both internal and external

a day spent in glum followed with one appreciating the simplest pleasures

life’s coming a full circle
or is it about taking each day as it comes
Philosophies and literature
Driving inspiration
Value system is certain, our behavior to them sporadically charged

Our beliefs rooted in utopia
Utopia complimented by practicality
Building nuances of individualism

Life's come a full circle

The Burial of Guilt

The death of guilt is slow and unique
It poisons the soul,
for having been privy to a vice
A hollow tunnel of darkness within, that resides
A vacuum that one holds inside

Do we realize the teaching that sinning is sinister in the face of opportunity?
Are we testing the strength of our will?
Or the strength of a learning we never did internalize

Circumstance as an alibi – does it suffice?
Perhaps it superficially clears the haze
A haze that descended on the ideology to which we subscribe.

The archfiend, dawns the garb of our hearts to which we comply
The appeal to the darker side
To which our personage we sacrifice

The death of guilt is elusive and impalpable
When in infancy we nurture it with tender love and care
As it matures, it begins to dwindle as we tread on our way
The death of guilt is unabashed and unapologetic
As it begins to wane
Atrophying what one was
In the event of death of guilt
a vivacious cycle of veniality emanates to which one once again falls prey

Vulnerability

The insecurity I have dealt with is letting one know of my vulnerabilities,
Needless to say expressions don’t come easy.
Telling one about how I feel is like wearing my mum’s stiletto’s when I was nine,
Looking into the mirror awaiting admiration and appreciation when they would be exclusively mine,
Took them off just soo quickly,
placing them back at the same degree
With all the make-up I wore and baubles to compliment
Yards of cloth, the attire so different.

You wonder how I relate expressing myself and wearing stilettos
Alas! Perhaps you’d never know
For boys like blue, girls like pink
And this a typical girl child thing

It is with the same innocence and purity of that little girl that unfolds here……
I tried so hard for mum to not know….place everything back to the best I’d known
BUT …she always knew!!!
She always did, the creases in her dress, my tinted lips and her haphazardly kept trinkets.

It is with the same purity and innocence of that little girl
That I reveal about how I feel
But I know this time it has been you who has been watching over me
And I feel awkwardly exposed
My secret unraveled
Beyond my control.
Controlled,you wonder if that is me?
No it is all about vulnerability
Awaiting that the admiration and appreciation of the mirror be reciprocated

But now you know
You always didn't
Only if I'd followed my head & not been different
Gave myself a chance
I’ll try not to regret, I tried to know
Although I know it should have been slow
Never really realized when the quiver let go off the arrow
Outgrown contained and insecure,
Shearing away vulnerabilities.

Until the reason is you

Like the day, when you know,
Sun has been shinning all day long
You know not it's worth till it's gone.
I shall be the warmth that will comfort all your needs
Till the day of your misdeeds.

Like the mellifluous singing brooke
meanders it's course, and finds it's way.
You know it has gone, when it merges at the bay.
I shall with all the radiance,
Charm you to live a full life.
Until the day you let go of me over a strife.

Like the wind rustles the leaves,sways the trees
Until the forest fire sets them free.
I shall whisper the words of fortune,
and opportunities to be.
Until you step to hear someone else's plea.

Like the footprints on the dunes of sand,
white of the snow, that marked the presence of man
Until the forbidden storm swept it clear off the land.
I shall create pleasure and beauty,
grant joy and satisfy you to eternity.
Till you shall maintain my faith & dignity.

Like pearl drops are shed from the firmament
to quench a thirsty land
Until the floods are confirmed
I shall be the preciousness you possess
Until the brilliance of another me you dispossess.

Like the scintillating, shimmer of a star spangled sky
Until the honour of moon we galore
I shall incandescently burn to lighten your prayer
Until your laurels don't see me there.

Like the complacence of solitude, peace within ones self reside
Until open eyes realize the isolation they find
I shall power you and your secret self
Encouraging and demonstrating of my presence
Until I realize alone is for what you care.

Clear eyes, mischievous smile,
Powdery fragrance, breathtaking sighs
Extended arms, aching love,
Until the reason is you
I will stay.

Another One Bites The Dust

Another one bites the dust…

If blogging is a marathon, I am taking baby steps. After struggling with the privacy issue I have come to terms with blogging. It was the best option for self-motivation, and very timely as well. As I graduate from ISB, there is much learning in the offing. Although, this could have been an ideal ground to cherish the campus memories but it is never too late. Each time nostalgia consumes the better of me I will have some prose posted that I hope will do justice. I am hoping that my rendezvous with this forum will enable me to explore my world- Emblematic-Idiosyncrasies

She Will Forever Be...

When all is fair and good,
Dancing in the rain,
In the times of innocence
What happens when vice prevails?
Patriarchal it is,
Social norms apply,
Ill fated about her feminist side.
Degraded. Fallen, Consumed within.
She shares little,
It gnaws at her skin.
It is not all, that she states.
In her mind, recalling the unfortunate relays.
She paces in her graces,
Observing the amiability each day.
The gloom of shadows,
Keeping up with prejudices.
She has her moments,
Moments that don’t rectify the wrongs.
Taking the pace off her life,
She slows down, disintegrates inside.
It is contrived, defeats her faith.
Heart and soul under a veil,
Love borne off her chaste stance.
The womb of love and forgiveness has known no another.
In her facial lines, stems expression.
Words belie and a world of implicit pervades.
The rise of phoenix is her strength.
No one man injustice will conquer her land.
It is the call of curtain raiser,
Privy to her centre stage.
Tomorrow will be no different.
Innumerable follies, all pervasive.
Staring in her face as strangers once disgraced.
The loss is no more hers.
She has grown within.
Not regretting a day,
For having bent backwards
For not having tried to break away.
Trampled and tormented,
Moral courage she never deceives.
Laughs with you and humors idiosyncrasies.
Does not die a secret,
Living the life of a mystery.
The epitaph reads,
She is a woman to me, She is a woman and will forever be.