Sunday, October 27, 2013

Solar Flare


Altough he is the sun...the sun..
the mighty son...
the powerful one..

He burns he burns
he never yearns...
the light bearer of mass taverns

 The people weak look up to him....
he lightens the sky - the sun beam..
 The darker nights ...
The evil dreams...
He kills them all ..from light year realms...

But they don't kno..this protector beam...
Has wounds too deep .. Has wounds too deep...
 He bleeds all day ..in nights he screams..
Volcanoes burn ..in his sordid realms..

He blasts his wall ...
The halls he tears..
 But the pains keeps rearing its ugly head...

 He burns all down and wrecks his lair..
.but down its just a solar flare..a solar flare.

HDK

Saturday, October 19, 2013

it begins where it ends

You want role-models in life.. someone you want to look up to.. I never found someone in real life..so i looked for them in fiction.. and i found plenty. Its amazing how you create someone you want to look up to by just writing about it .. by creating a world around it and by fitting that world according to the role model..I tried doing that too..

I started writing about it and immersed myself in that process .. I wrapped myself with that thought and let it take control of me.. every action I did was to conform to that idea and every-way i reacted was to its norms..  I designed my world to respond to it and let him take control... to a point where I was him and he was me. Reality was a dream and the dream was the reality.. Wen you let an idea take control of u ..everything else is a blur..Imperfection is eliminated and so is every thing that does not fit..and wen you see your life from the role-models perspective you are ashamed of ursef.. you are ashamed to look at wat you have become from what your potential was.. you tell him that u wer forced to do it coz of circumstances .. of how weak u became by it all that one day you snapped and recoiled...you cry and beg for forgiveness. u want to let it all go .. but then how can u forgive ur own self.. how can u kno wat u did was not meant to be done whilst doing it..who would decide wat is right and wat is wrong .. wen u are your own role model .. whom do you then look up to..then isn`t wat is happening supposed to happen !!


    This is where the dream ends...sometimes u want the dream to continue .. u try to bring it bac ..but it never does...but then again ,,was it really a dream or this is a dream right now ...

HDK

PS : Thats why yu write.. so that the role model is not lost..tat once in a squeaky cupboard you find an old diary and u can look and let  him rise again.. although he is now obscure and gone from the imagination.. u read about him and let him take control again..the fictional role model :)

Gandhinagar Cyber Cafe

 I m sitting in a dingy cyber cafe ... where the air smells of smoke ..(make me unconformatbl bcoz of my asthma) .. the owner of the cafe decides who sits where and i`m ordered to sit in the center of the cafe..i have to keep the keyboard parallel to the monitor .. i dont like that and the distance between the chair and the keyboard is annoying.. I dont like that either.. there is a freak next to me who`s reading everything I write..I want to punch his face..anyways .. now that annoying cyber cafe owner is playing pathetic music... I want to punch him too..

The chair has no cushions.. I cant rest my hands..I dont like the mouse coz the wheel in between is non responsive... the keyboard is too rough..I cant believe I cycled 4 kms for this..

I dont have internet at my place and nor do I have a laptop...

Just a few of the many of things i hate  

Knowledge is Eternity .