Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Born to Die?





Enclosed within natural walls, in near darkness
Drifting within the womb, without direction
The unborn baby trains his eyes,
Ready to step out and face the light.
Half shut eyes, flicker at the warm rays,
The first feel of the outside world.
Colours emerge, figures take shape,
On a quest, to see more, know more.
Looking around, crying out loud,
It’s the sound of life, the voice within,
Announcing his arrival to the world,
The baby is initiated into a world of chaos.
The eyes strain to focus and perceive,
Only to be blinded by the hypocritic light
The ears open up for the experience of sound
Only to be deafened by mad shouts and shrill lies.
Twisting and turning, inside the cage of care,
Disturbed in senses, he gets the first taste of life
His mother’s womb, though dark, was secure,
Now, in open light, the baby feels lonely.
There was little he could do, to change,
It was his time to break out of natural captivity,
Walk out into the world, into freedom,
Walk on, with a free body, yet a captive spirit.
Festivities all around, celebrating his birth
Crowd of onlookers, looking at him in awe
Even though he is the cynosure of attention,
The baby feels himself pushed into a corner.
The prying eyes, the hollow smiles
Makes him confused, makes him wonder,
“Should I laugh? Should I cry?,
Wish I could laugh at their false faces!”
Burdened by worldly confusion and chaos,
The baby closes his eyes, on an effort to sleep,
Sleep on, to peace, sleep to shut himself off,
To forget the world, to live in his own dreams.
Born with no choice, he does not feel alive,
Hesitating, he looks back at his mother’s womb,
Shifting his gaze, to her loving eyes, he asks,
“Can you take me back into you, if I choose to return?”

Monday, July 9, 2007

The Shadow


Light plays havoc, with me, my self
Laying out, my dark side, on the ground
The black alter-ego looms large with time
Before disappearing silently, into the dark night
The silent observer, the passive friend
Lurking around me, marking my presence
Cooling the earth with my caricature
He outlines my figure, with a virtual ink
Born of light, drawn off my lanky frame
The earth is a canvas, for the art in monotone
Seldom appreciated, the artist hides among clouds
Seldom noticed, the art sprawls over mother earth
Convulsing and changing, with the passing time
Sans expression, sans emotions, he exists
Reminds me of my life, on a topsy-turvy ride
In a world, sans expression, sans emotions
With each passing day, he is becoming more of me
Or am I becoming more of him?
I pray to the source, “Let there be no light”
Let me feel myself, let me be myself!!!