Thursday, December 13, 2012

Lennon Vs Anonymous

Pondering on what John Lennon said about life and what an anonymous person said on the same recurring theme, that almost everyone can't help wondering about.

So Lennon said, "Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans", and anonymous said, "Life is not waiting for things to happen".  The riddle becomes enigmatic with these two statements in disagreement with each other. It's paradoxical. Yet it holds water.

Lennon seems to be more submissive, in the fact that life seems to be out of control and can contradict what one is trying to do or working towards.

Anonymous, on the other hand, is in-charge. You pave way. You bulldoze to where you want to go or be. Life is your action towards fulfilling your goals and aspirations.

Often the situation, in life, is such that you have to stop and think either the Lennon way or the Anonymous way.  Being caught in both situations, at different points in life is something everyone can associate with.

Like this one time, not long ago, I had plans to climb; visit the highlands and communities, to soak in the grandeur of the mountains. And yet another plan to go out of the capital city into the districts, with a friend, to comb the communities for stories that we could write about.

But here I am reflecting, finding it ridiculous at times, that Life happened. The tiny life that has bound me to safe drives, limited chores, back-aches and a general feeling felt by a ... happy-sad kind of person (if there is such a thing as happy-sad person), who tear up for no reason.

Yet, this is also a time where I am in control of Life. I know what I want and where I want to be in the coming years and accordingly I tread. The steps are weighed and controlled. I didn't and am not waiting for it to happen.

The fragments that make up life, well, not all can be controlled. There are those which are resigned to fate. It's a lesson worth learning, which can bring comfort and some light to this endless pandemonium - within the head or voiced out.

I am sure Lennon had his share of taking charge of Life and Anonymous had his or her share of Life taking charge. And I am sure there are others whose take on Life is different from what you and I have heard or known.






Friday, November 16, 2012

The day Music died




I can't hear music
I can't feel it either
my glorious shadow!
my soul!
it's gone!

Someone met
my androgynous being
forlorn,
walking aimlessly
looking for a stranger
to take it in
as I lay dispersed
and entangled.


A piper could've played
a tune
to entice the web
into a snake like figurine
to crawl to a fringe
let it drop off the edge
into the gaping blackness
never to find its way back.
But that's wishful thinking.


It choked
Oh! how music shrieked
as the web tightened
and strings pulled tight
drawing soulful melancholy
from it
until there was no voice
no raspy breath
no will to resuscitate
the day music died.





Sunday, October 14, 2012

LIFE

Once again I feel it stirring
lids closed, it's tiny fingers swimming 
growing
with each stroke and heart beat
forging an identity
it's identity
leaving traces of butterfly kisses 
on the womb's wall 
gentle fingers caresses from the outside 
and soon flies to the lips
nauseated 
But it's just a sign 
that all is well within the womb
You are most welcome for my bearing.


Monday, August 06, 2012

The hunter

I

 Naked.
 Cold.
Skin clamped
to the bones!
He was dying,
the past had robbed 
his youth
and glory.
His world eclipsed 
by a deceptive 
feminine smile.
He hungered,
the pain grew.
He fought it 
dragged it 
and fed it to 
the heart,
his faithful
leashed and chained
and set out for the 
 hunt 

II

She swayed her hips
the hunter sensed it 
his hungered 
tugged at the leash.
The heart 
growled
baring fangs
as she cocked her head
and swayed her hips
even more. 
Her skin
rosy!
fragrant!
Her hair
tumbling down
endlessly. 
The growling persisted
but was weakening.
The chain links
breaking down.
The leash
useless.
The hunt
endless!
Fruitless!
The heart
glowing, beating, heating up
once again

III

Leave me be,
he roared.
She whimpered
He stumbled
The invisible knife
twisted
his heart
 red.
She savoured it
He missed it,
failing once more
to see
 deception
lurking within
the delicate
mould.
 Tears sparkled
her eyes.
The hunt was over
The hunter ensnared
The stripping
begun
once again.










A smile that grew

... into affection
the little paw
that fit into a palm
snug
and
safe
reassured,
his gaze intent
and his lips
spread into a toothless grin
that
reflected
and radiated
on the face above
the mother wore a smile
a smile that grew ...

Delighted!

Three of the four bulbs I've planted are blooming. A long but rewarding wait.