Wednesday, May 27, 2009

WALK

Its the road where it all started.
We hold each other and promised
Never to be divided.

But as all these images unfold,
I gaze only to see our footprints have vanished.
I walk solemnly in this abandoned road.

As I struggle through the passage,
I can feel the place I love the most ,when I am with you
Turn into worthless tears.

I let my angel fly from here.
There would be another road for you to walk,
But I am fated to wander here like an echo from the past.

I would close my eyes and pray
To find you here, hold you close,
And take the walk for one last time.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

THE SURVIVOR WITHIN

The smoke from his cigarette never fades out. Curiously enough his facial expression looks the same. Uncle Deepak has always been this way since the day I have known him. His well-built and suave looks always camouflages his seething health issues. A Major in his glory days ,now he can't even support his family anymore. Aunty and their three daughters live in a different home. They say they cant watch him fade away to emptiness. Surprisingly, he is quite soft spoken for a retired military personnel and has a tacit way of expressing things. He loves his wine and has a varied and blended collection.

He never refers to me by my pet name. I always thought he would make a great teacher if given the chance. Sometimes I wish I had the same insights about life as he has but never even for once desired to live the life the way he did. I would try to share a lot of ideas with him mostly about death , politics and war.
"It would be fair to say that death is a part of life."
"I haven't really understood why we go to war, I was doing my job." ,I could remember him saying each of these lines on two different occassions. I would ask what he thought about the army gradually losing respect esp. in the north east because of cases of human rights violation.
"It should not have happened." ,would be his curt reply.

"Uncle, were you proud of what you did in the army?"
"Of course!"
"Do you consider yourself as a hero?"
"No."
"Then what else can you be uncle?"
"I am a survivor. "
Till this day, I have never felt there is a more majestic word .

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

FEAR THE DARK FOREVER

Are you a man who fear noiselessness?
Does your mind enjoy playing games with your senses?
Have you ever imagined how the unknown will manipulate your existence?

I sense an undeniable presence of someone or something,
And it feeds on darkness and fear.
Can you help me drive out my nightmares?

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that someones always near.
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someones is always there

How many times have I strolled alone
In a lifeless road into a lightless world?
Just to get harassed by the sensation that someone is following me,
Only to find that I am a man walking alone.

I seek light only to be engulfed by darkness
Would somebody guide me where the boundary of darkness and light stand?
Would I be chastised if I cannot escape my shadows?

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that someones always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someones is always there

When I m walking a dark road I am a man who walkes alone.


P.S: This is just another one of my versions of the song "Fear of the dark" (one of my favorite heavy metal songs) by Iron Maiden . The words don't mean much to me and its just an attempt at art.