Wavelength

This is a poem that I wrote in a very desperate time of my life, the things that have ultimately lead me to be what I am now. You may make of it whatever you want.


Wavelength

And I found myself writing,
It's all about the calculations,
I am just a varied wavelength,
Not suited for anyone approval;

So strike: strike down tribulation lightning,
For thou art on the 7th cloud,
For as a castaway do you stay,
on an island not at people's bay.

Down: down with the wreath do they send you,
Dawned with a face singed with an evil grin.

Oh! Why do you find yourself crying,
Hiding your tears,
Flapping  desperately in this endless abyss,
Forever alone shall you remain: as such.

What, Oh! just what went wrong here,
People trying desperately to be the same,
All wavelength tuned to one,
All the magic answered through the same damn call.

Until you are just one....
One with the matrix.

A person playing by the games rule,
Knowing not the bliss your soul desire,
Finding your path hard to deviate,
Finally leading your progeny past the same lane.

For thou art afraid,
Afraid of the deviation,
Afraid that even they might hurt and shatter,
Shatter like the beauty glass you were.

Update #4: Ravages Of Time

Time.... A great spectrum of undefined vastness. Every being lives in it, goes by its flow and submerges into it. People get by day to day without realising and ravishing the beauty called time. As each second passes by, as each moment drifts off, one does not simply realize the essence that is lost forever. People always say that there is time, I will do this or that tomorrow, I  have plenty of time, when they do not realize that they never are the sole governors of time. Time is a sovereign that puts its law in front of us, abide and be successful, ignore and get into the infinite loop of maya (illusion). The world is said to be an illusion, it is especially true for the procrastinators for they do not see the world for what it truly is. They go day by day postponing things that had to be done at moments where it was essential, and ultimately fail to realize and do so.

Time.... It passes by us like a leaf on a stream of water, gentle and ever flowing but once it passes by us you never get that opportunity to catch by it again. My Geography teacher had once told me "Time and Tide once lost can never be with again". It is a profound aspect of mystery that he shared with me that day. I had gone into a in depth study of time at that moment and realised that yes, what he said is true. Time is a aspect that takes away one's innocence, ravages past your feelings, make's you grow and then ultimately merges you with earth. Time always show you the truth, be it now or 10 or 50 years later, time always tell the truth. The beat of a wing by the butterfly or giving birth to your child or sending your daughter away in marriage may be the most beautiful thing that you may have witnessed but do think what if you were not there at that moment, what if you could never have been part of that essence.

Time.... An infinite mystery there within. We perceive time in our standards, our measurements and to our liking. We perceive time as the sun and moon revolves. We start to perceive them from birth to death. But in any moment have you stopped to think, what is time, what it has done to you?
So now stop for a moment and take this brain storm session to the peak by thinking how you can ultimately manage this limited amount of time you have , in comparison to the vast amount of your ancestors or future generation. Think how meaningful you can make your life. How much you can enjoy the essence of beauty that surrounds you.

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The Proposal

You touched my heart unlike anyone else,
You made me say goodbye,
You guided me like the little stars,
That twinkled in your eyes.

You made me shake and quiver
On that very sight,
Of your beauty that's true,
That touches both my shell and soul.

You left me breathless by the sight,
Of your kindness and your character,
Of the very touch that's ethereal,
I see that through your eyes.

Oh my! Your soul vibes in my rhythm,
I hope we be one,
When the world stand's against us,
I hope we stand as one.

I hope you will forgive me,
When I say I love you,
You are the one; my soulmate
And I hope I am your solitude.

Hope you will accept me,
This very battered shell,
I hope you will find in me,
The love you have yearned.

I cry with a heart that's dying,
Because of my  nervousness
Of hearing the answer,
For I surely am terror struck.

Whether you will tell yes,
I do not know,
But I do know
That I will never be the same.

The answer might change me,
For better or for worse,
You may in flame me,
And my very life.

Hope you find me,
In this darkness,
And guide me like you once did,
For this life I lay down for you,
For the answer that I yearn.

Saga: The Story Continues

Travelling onwards the wagon of life,
Staring into the blackness; the unknown,
Like a lions jaw mawing over,
Waiting on as if deaths scepter ready to sow.

The wait being a mind bending torture,
Sometimes like a kids game; fun,
Other times a lover's symphony,
And finally things that crack you.

For one to grasp acknowledgment and peace,
For the heart kindled through fire,
One has to see the future,
Beheld by the palms of destiny.

Too many paths unbridled,
Every one worthy of the kin,
But emotions over adventure,
As one regards the sins.

As each choice unfolds,
Timelines come to a shift,

As the picture finally unreels,

Drama of a new scene begins.

Each scene's essence a true beauty,

A mixture of emotions ridden,

A surging tide passes through,

As one battles his hidden.

Life's choices are meant to be,

Each second a forlorn story,

Like a leaf flipping over,

Each moment can begin anew.

As the Saga: The Story Continues.

The Dissection Hour

Standing around a table,

with hands that may wobble,

are some fine young lads,

with gloves are they clad.

What is happening may you think,

well it is the dissection hour on the brink,

with cadavers on their supine position,

and students that make a fine preposition.

Armed with knowledge and dissection kits,

these young lads with brains truly lit,

cut through the cadavers with all the precision they can muster,

and hide their mistakes with the help of some luster.

Like a statue stands the great skeleton,

a memorandum post-dissection,

students stand in awe at the museum,

for concepts are cleared with great visual-ism.

Guiding through are PG's and brilliant teachers,

mistakes though often leads to screeches,

Oh! The great hours of dissection,

which may seem to you as a matter of fiction.

But,the stories here are all true,
for a doctor must have even the finest clue,
to help the patient in every case,
so welcome to the anatomy lab,
   "Where the dead serves the living"

La Chirurgia Odessey

Dark clouds looming by,
Danger ready to pounce,
The heart stops beating,
Surgeons at the ready,
As life's visions pass by,
Incisions are made,
Accuracy at its tips,
And precision engraved to the soul.

That very fleeting moments of life,
Only persistence can sail through,
Life's by the thread,
Desperate codes and desperate people,
A daily chore of the surgeon,
Destiny's call for the patient,
O' surgeon it's your call,
Seize the soul and put it back,

Cut through and make wonder,
For one life can save another,
For that one life may be your
Savior!

Throbbing pulse and a returning beat,
Hope of a lost survivor,
Running past the hurricane of life,
Gasp.... The returning breath of life,
A miraculous recovery from the impending doom,
For the doctor it was just following protocol,
Oh well it was another successful surgery,
But outside was a different scene.

With clammy hands comes handshakes and bear hugs,
For the life has been saved,
The heavy hearts bloom with happiness,
For their life's have been saved,
Hail the doctor our savior says the patients family,
For in front of them was their savior,
A miracle maker when all hope was lost,
Oh doctor! Thou brilliance remain unchallenged!
A swish of your arm and a brilliant cure,
With grace,
With passion,
With love,
Do you work as a healer,
A miracle worker!