A second of solace

Down the hideous path I tread; fighting

To ward off that Darkness that chases

Me

It overpowers me even as I try

Hard to keep myself above

The shadow it casts

Upon my dreams

Lower than dust, my dreams

Do become as (in)significant as

A grain of sand

Within my eye, filling me with anguish

Making me cry

Trudge I did, seeking to find

Solace in that whose existence I still

Am ignorant of

As I walked the path, I took

Refuge within myself

Within that they call

The mind, then a Gust hit

My haggard face and ruffled body,

Cajoling me to believe that

It is true that I’m but a feather floating

On this gust that

Takes me upon itself

I feel myself elated; lifted by

The breeze carrying me as

I go, as water

In a river, gliding, I

The feather, dip and tumble as

The wind makes me, only

To let me land in shelter safe

 Thus, I take comfort

For those few seconds while

The breeze washes over me

Relief

And leaves me be while

I open my eyes to find that

The Darkness has me,

Encompassed.

The curve of a smile

"I am enlightened" said the Fool's smile
"I am ignorant" said that of the Wise
"You know nothing" implied the Skeptic's
"I know all" was that of the Vain
"I'm right" was seen of the Pessimist's
"Not always" replied the Optimist's
Looking at this, appeared- a smile
Another; a smirk almost
"I am happy" smiled Innocence.

Life in a festival... (again tentative)

Atop sits the elephant, wise and watchful

Father on his one side, his other

Occupied by his compassionate mother

Their neighbours, each of four hands

Look down on the world, asserting

Their greatness at the top, the beginning

A level below stood the lusty blue youth,

Rounded by the girls dancing, in merry

And joy, their eyes glowing

To his side, lay a mirror invisible

Ten in fact, each portraying in difference,

Him, in all His glory and power within

By his other side sat his wife

With her friends, each a beauty;

A power; a woman; a deity

Then came the saints; one, two, three,

On their divine way

Devotion in their hearts, wisdom in their say

And then, the mortals, a variety of them at that

A wedding, a worship, a game,

A parade to the temple came

Down below sat the merchant

His wife beside; goods all about

Gleaming smile and a belly wide

And below all were the villagers.

Dhobis; a farmer; a snake charmer on the side.

Working their lives off until they died.

And as the girl looks at her art created

Her mind wonders.

How the world is so alike her art

She watches and ponders

Another generation?

This is a very weird post. For in this post, I shall tell you people why I feel older than any of my class mates. I feel like I'm in another generation altogether.

After coming here, 4 of my class girls started going out with some guy or the other. I use the term "going out" for that is exactly what it is. They sit, talk to the guy for a week, two at the maximum, and become their girlfriends of sorts.

I am amazed how they do that. For when I got into a relationship, I got "committed". I wasn't "going out". My friends and I, then, did not "go out". We fell in love. We first talk, we fall in love and get committed to him only if we trust him and know we'll end up with  him. That ain't the case today. You find a guy. You go out, "be his girlfriend", make out and then maybe, you'll love him and he'll love you

I find that very different actually. My opinion of course. And I every time I see them I go like.." the kids these days...!!" :p

A thousand years of love

A thousand years I want to hold your hand
A thousand years of you beside me
Loving me all the way

A thousand years I want to say
I shall love you a thousand years
Come what may.

A thousand years your eyes I want to see
Thousand years within them, love
Is what I want to be

A thousand years I want to be seen
As nothing that meant to you more,
A thousand years I want to mean

A thousand years within your arms
A thousand years I want to be held
Where nothing harms

I pray, I cry, I want that with all my life
To be yours; all yours; only yours
The one to whom I belong, I ask of thee
Let my love be yours. Deny me not of this.