antics of an enfant terrible

Time's tide

2012-02-02T22:40:00.000-08:00

Where are they now?
Those forgotten faces
That memory hides
Far away from tides
Of time.

Perhaps ceaseless
Movements of the mind
Destroy those fragile
Friendships forged
At a moment’s notice.

Perhaps time is a merciless
Murderer of the weak.

How vain it seems to
Try to remember,
To ask out of curiosity,
Whatever happened to them?
Where did the tide
Sweep them away to?

now

2012-01-03T20:46:00.000-08:00

this ephemeral present
reminds me of a song
one hears and forgets
a tune that holds you then
but not now.

sometimes roses
are more eternal than
the now.
for their memory remains
intact.
it is what it is.

even a butterfly's
winged fluttering
through time is more
distinctive than
the now.

but the now
leaves no trace
of scent
or enigma
maybe a memory
of it is meant
to disappear.

The Dividing Line

2011-12-05T04:43:00.001-08:00

A line that defines and erodes.

A line that makes

What is near threatening

A line that cuts across time

And its unsuspecting victims.

The dividing line scares and scars

For a lifetime.

If only one could jump over

And away into the real

Let such lines dissolve away.

Into the vastness of eternity

Out of darkness

2011-11-29T02:49:00.001-08:00

The dark sky reveals.

Infinite wisdom prevails

over the stupor of night.

Darkness

has an ameliorative transparency.

That the universe holds

a world above,

makes nothingness benign

for the destructive mind.

Terror gives way to joy

A primordial fear hides

in the light of knowledge.

Out of darkness

comes the will to live.

Virtuoso

2011-11-24T22:55:00.001-08:00

Capable of things
Unknown to many souls
The virtuoso,
Draws a line so fine;
Between the realm of the human and divine.

In between breaths, humans perish.
But the eternal expression
Of the sentient being
Renews its hope
Of surviving the next epoch
With equal tales of finesse
And grandeur.

Life’s finest avatar.
A song will play
To remind mortals
Of your ploy.

There is no comparison
Between the creator
And the perisher.
All there is left to comprehend
Is how to bend
Human desire
To accommodate
Greatness.

The continuance

2011-11-22T21:09:00.001-08:00

It happens then
Not a minute before,
Not a minute late.
It keeps you wishing
And waiting a while.
But its mirage
Of hidden desires
Plays truant with your mind.

My wishes are but like flame
To the wind.
There’s a flutter
And there’s a darkness
Play the truth
So we can dance
To the ancient rhythm
Of the cosmos.

However, life continues
Unabated.

Let not the ceaseless
Wave of wants
Disturb the equanimity
Of knowledge.

The string

2011-11-20T22:11:00.000-08:00

Look.

That's the start,

The beginnings

Of things that tie us.

A point we passed by

A waiting room we entered

For an appointment

With life, death and other matters.

Strings of attachment

Spin out from an ancient fallacy.

An assumption that things around us

Will forever be

Every day

2011-11-18T01:07:00.000-08:00

Let the typhoon quell down.

The hopes and ambitions

Of a new life

Have a habit of wrecking

The peaceful abandonment

Of the old one.

Where there is light,

There will be revelation.

Dark corners cannot reveal

Themselves on their own.

Let the burning ambition

Illuminate your weakness.

So that your old life

Becomes the new

Every day.

Celebrity

2011-11-16T00:50:00.001-08:00

The world awaits

your every move.

The new glitter of hope

Awakens every anesthesised

Sheep in the flock.

The contrived majesty of your

Empire,

Holds in awe

every sleepless soul in every shabby corner.

The carpet of desires floats down your feet

as you trot arrogance,

Amidst ignorance.

The glitterati are the new beacon

Of life.

But as you look at yourself

shine in the eyes of so many,

Look away.

Nothing but the truth

should command so much

Reverence.

evolution

2011-11-14T20:17:00.000-08:00

The new horizon beckons
But I stand mute.

I wait upon a fleeting moment
Of hesitation.
An old fear creeps up
Like a silent plague
Upon the weak human heart.

To be forever restless
To crave for the beyond
To ignore bodily desires
For the thirst of the spirit

To listen with my heart
To speak with my eyes
To adore with my skin
As I lie on the moss covered pedestal
Underneath the lucent sky

I talk with the wondrous versions
Of the world
I never knew I lived in.

How can I have not heard
The plaintive cry
Of our limitless land
How can I have waited
For the miracle
That was none at all.
If I were to relive the
Blank spaces
I would have answered
The distant voices
With an instant leap

Out of my time

A day with sunshine

2011-11-11T03:13:00.000-08:00

Let the clock strike through time

Again

When I spring out of bed
I'm already way ahead
Of what I leave behind

I told myself last night
It will be alright.

They have left me.

I have walked away,
To welcome the wind and the sun

That is how it happened.
A day spent with sunshine.
A bright, happy way to stay,
For the rest of my way.
Wherever I was going,
Wherever I came to be.

I told myself

Again.

It has become alright.

out of time

2011-11-11T03:08:00.000-08:00

Peace

2011-04-05T03:56:00.000-07:00

Take apart the world piece by piece

Break into two the human slave

Still it shall reign on the monarch

This vast immeasurable stillness

That gropes silently into the dark

Bottomless pits of conscience

Arresting its baseness with a sudden

Lightning of inspiration

That awakes the dullest stupor

One way or another there will be peace.

2009-09-22T05:24:00.000-07:00

The metanarrative interests me, and I shall compose my next work on the lines of the same.

Stranger

2008-11-15T12:27:00.000-08:00

When I would carelessly glance at you
I knew there would be a reply
Yet that brief look would burn me
Long after it was gone

Your blue eyes would shine for
More than just a moment
In the light reflected
By mine own

In that brief fraction
I could swear I felt your warmth
Even if you were mere stranger
Never again to be seen

Paths never to be intersected
We move in our own worlds

You do not belong to me
I do not belong to you
And yet,
The moment belonged to both.

remedy

2008-11-15T11:59:00.003-08:00

When there is little hope
You wish there were more time
Many problems plague puny minds
When wisdom doth flow backwards
How should one counteract
Foolishness?
Please remedy this creature called the human being.

A Word

2008-11-15T11:53:00.001-08:00

When it is simply no use thinking
I write a word
A meaningless word
Completely out of line,
Floating without a sentence
Or even a phrase
I let it go
Float into the mindless space
Of the screen in front of me

bedfellow

2008-11-15T11:47:00.000-08:00

Strange bedfellows make startlingly good interlocutors
Before they abet intercourse
I shall not remember a name
But shall remember what the topic
Of conversation was, the night before

Words, they may seem meaningless-
Yet harbour a deep impression on the lonely mind.

2008-09-25T09:27:00.000-07:00

Many faces

2008-09-25T09:07:00.000-07:00

There are different faces
Peering from a distance
Looking strange
I am a stranger amidst them.

As I walk ahead, I notice behind me
Walking; these faint faces
All as if in a haze
I cannot look at them clearly
I cannot call out to them

I walk on, I cannot stop for the
Fear of these strange faces
Might come closer to me
Might ask me my name

I must move away,
I must not let them see me
I turn my head away
I look ahead

As I grow weary of my sojourn
I know those faces will no
Longer peer at me
Vanished through the haze
No more faces in a blur

I would rather call out to them
For a last time
Out of curiosity
Out of regret

For the friend I lost in the haze.

it rains

2008-09-25T09:03:00.000-07:00

Rain I see you fall
I see you slide slowly to one side
I hear music
So gentle and so soothing
As intricate as the visual melody
Of your fine mist
I would rather spend my entire afternoon
And an entire lifetime
Staring at you
Your beauty against the window
And at the dark clouds that doth
Try to call you back…

revelation

2008-07-27T23:44:00.000-07:00

As I made my way up the steep slope,
Weary of my unfinished task,
I look up to the sky and see
A brilliant streak of light.
Something in me makes me smile;
I do not pause, I move on,
With a renewed sense of optimism.

It is as if nothing were wrong,
It is as if there was an abundance of energy!
I smiled...

spontaneous flow of aphorisms

2008-06-04T02:44:00.000-07:00

The elusive time flows ceaselessly
I laugh at the scurrying bunch
Who think they know the world
I laugh at myself, imagining
Myself scrambling through the rush
I want to be part of this all.

There is a moment; there are many
Bursting with hope,
Bursting like bubbles
I know not how to create those moments
Nor where to look for them
All I can tell you friend-
"Wait not for these moments"
Why the temporary solace?
Learn to be part of this all.

2008-05-31T00:32:00.000-07:00

A day in the life...

2008-05-31T00:12:00.000-07:00

How difficult it is to admit that you are entitled to a bad day; when the rest of the days are spent in the luxurious comfort of a bed of roses. The sole bad day reinforces the concept of a 'bed of roses' so when you do tread on such a plush floor decor option, you would look pitifully and some what condescendingly at the 'bad day'. And yes, it would make you feel great!

I feel we should embrace bad days as the 'contrast' options in our lives. I mean the image quality of life is improved; not such a dull picture after all!

2008-05-31T00:00:00.000-07:00

The nth dimension

Unyielding to the multifaceted truth
Creating a void within me,
I journey on, under the ecstatic
Feeling of flying through free space

Suddenly I feel the urge the stay,
All my life in this nth dimension
Never to return to the stern 4
Of the world.

My limbs adhere to one body
My mind does not, it impresses upon
Itself, a no dimensional time.
Is it forceful-this enjoyment
I look at the glass,
It is empty, empty...

2007-07-21T00:52:00.000-07:00

darkness rises

2007-07-18T14:56:00.000-07:00

as i wait for the stygian shroud
to envelope me instantaneously
i see the flicker of light with its lucent
promise..ever so feeble now.
would i rush towards it ?
and shield it from the unseen wind ..
or shall my attempt be too inconsequential,
and without cause..for i waited for the light to fade away
and from its wicker see the last bit of smoke emerge-
the ornamental haze. now of no use to me .
it only reminds me of the rising darkness
and the setting of the soul.

2007-07-18T14:46:00.000-07:00

The air above

2007-07-18T14:37:00.000-07:00

Maglev

2007-07-16T03:01:00.000-07:00

This train leaves no smoke behind.
The powers of magnetic levitation
Keep it on track, reminding one
Of the ancient people, who
Came upon 'loadstone' calling
It strange names, for the miracle
Of attraction baffled them,
And it leaves me in wonder..,
I know not how to describe this,
How to find an answer to a mysterious
Force that works into my thoughts.
Only I do know the origin,
Whenceforth it came into being.

radioactive love

2007-07-16T02:48:00.000-07:00

Half life is it which your love feins..?
Will it ever be decreasing
But never fade away?
Will it still be strong enough
To bring fruition?
Or like the Cheshire Cat's smile..
A millioneth of that smile remaining
Now perhaps..?
What is this love? Shall I ever know it?
Maybe you can revert
Back to the original amount.
Calculate I can though...given the rate of decay.

the broken hourglass

2007-07-14T00:50:00.000-07:00

how these little shards of memory
conjure up from nowhere, a
beautiful picture that was...
but these broken bits do
pierce and cut. bleeding from
within, I now realise
Time's trickery... the glass
was meant to break.
and under the strain of
your great love it did take
much lesser effort on Time's part.

a lost friend

2007-07-14T00:00:00.000-07:00

To a friend I shall know no more....
To the mild tone
Which addressed me tender,
To the robust laugh ringing
When drenched in witticisms
..the ill placed humour ,
Placed upon table tops
In most jocular ways
Making me smile.
To the lines said before the betrayal.
I stood and wished thee farewell.

geometry

2007-05-27T08:00:00.000-07:00

contruction site , onomatopoeia

2007-05-27T07:47:00.000-07:00

cavernous

2007-05-27T07:42:00.000-07:00

random scribblings may sometimes provide one with a lot of insight into ones subconscious...or so it is claimed
i can certainly see the connection between ones state of mind..ie the conscious state and the doodle..

deception

2007-03-16T01:12:00.000-07:00

the mirror

2007-03-16T01:10:00.000-07:00

beauty and the beast

2007-03-16T01:08:00.000-07:00

2007-03-16T01:01:00.000-07:00

ERTE was a thinker par excellence who never failed to capture the essence of the period ..opulence is a simple word for capturing the spirit of art deco.. its just too naive.. there seems to have been not only an
indulgence in the material aspects of the world but it extends beyond it to indicate a lavishness of the spirit
that comes about in the manner of luxuriating in time...it is a carefully structured world not a mindless
indulgence. This is the beauty of Erte.

alphabet lady

2007-03-16T00:57:00.000-07:00

The speculative philosopher...?

2007-03-11T01:57:00.000-08:00

If time casts its shadows on every little thing...even little specks of dust..then imagine aligning those
specks into a giant metaphoric dial that would show time each individually and also in the chiaroscuro of
the whole pattern. Probably one would get lost in the beauty of the dial and forget that it is meant to tell
what time it is.