Crossroads

 

To Kurt

 

And the crossroads were where the cosmic dance would make a pit stop

 Where The cusp of moonlight sonata and the wild tempest swap

The timeless identity or ageless harmony

Didn’t care much, yet their assembly created a dark noted symphony.

 

Crossing each other they stopped to say hi

Healing in turn all the past goodbye

For it didn’t matter if the instance will last a moment or a lifetime

Yet, not to live in the moment, felt like a crime.

 

The milky moonlight and the dance of the tempest storm

An exciting divine moment, of the rarest form

For it felt as if there was a touch of divinity

Or was it just another ploy of myriad insanity?

 

Yet this too should pass, as the moonlight gives way to the morning sun

And no matter how much you sway trying to keep up, the storm will outrun

Yet the moment and the memories of the crossroad divine

Where the two meets up from time to time

 

                                                                        Roby

Guiding Principal

 

The Durga Puja is a symbolic representation of the triumph of good over evil. The societal justification if kept at this simple term makes it very convenient for the mass people of India majority of whom were or are afflicted by limited aspect of critical thinking.

The catch point here is the oversimplification of the term good and evil where the perceived benefits of being good is intangible yet huge and the perceived punishments of evil is tangible and yet of equal magnitude.

Humans, if not are a group of social psychopath but they generally would always want to think themselves as good. All our justification of our actions is basically aimed to the fact that we are somewhere down the line want to communicate to our inner self that we are a good person and a nice person. No matter how much questionable our actions are we try and justify the same.

It is a lazy approach towards life and over that an undisciplined way of rationalizing which is not very apt for our mental health. And even if it is, yet the society is made up of people who lack clarity in their thinking process. We as humans like to mimic others and take the less risky path and when it comes to ponder upon once’s own actions, they would do the same.

Life is simple yet complex at the same time which might sound paradoxical, but it is something like the dual property of particles and waves of light. Life is light but that light can only burn bright and provide warm if the life form has a constant avenue of thinking his or her actions and by that, I mean any and every action a person undertakes. A consciousness on the events and actions a person will cause and unleash on this material world.

But there is one issue with this aspect of humans. Everyone is too busy and even though most people are gifted with the mental capability to think, yet people are too lazy to do that. May be people will but they will end up trying to justify their own actions rather than take a third parties’ neutral stance and make thinks work. That equanimity requires a bit of work and a lot of training to discipline the mind. It is like lifting weights for the muscles. You have to have a routine and disciplined approach towards the same in or der to manifest the equanimity and in turn develop your own capacity to think critically and with clarity.

Religion it seems today were an instrument to ensure that the mass of population who were not critical thinking would use the same for their reference for actions. However, the same was perhaps initiated during a simpler time and hence a simplification of the stories would often be the best medium to ensure that the mass mental adoption of these stories would be inducted in the society and would act as a guiding principle.

However, when the same is not adapted to the demand of a changing time and changing fabric of the society, the same would become redundant and dangerous for the society in general. Unchanged and unfazed age old traditions would result in fanatism and result in much more number of fanatics in the society and that is when the virtues of religious becomes poisonous and the head of that fire hydra would often resurfaces to ensure tyranny in place of discipline in this world.

The Moon and the wolf

To Kurt

That lone wolf, outcaste, ravaged and savaged, yet always on the prowl

Survival is all he knew, lonely and angry, ready for a fight, yet accepted his fate when the world played foul

Crazed, driven insane by solitude, yet engrossed to enhance his fortitude

Didn’t wanted favors and never expected love or gratitude

 

He spend each day trying to make a point

Fulfilling his lust through his hunt

Satisfying hunger was just an excuse,

To risk it all for a moment’s thrill, was where his passion burnt

 

The Scars in his face and flesh, you can see

The scars in his heart and mind needed empathy

Rage ravaged him out of his affection and desire

Unaware of his own passion and fire

 

The dark nights were easier for him

The shrouded sky masked his feeling

Illusionary fangs ready to made him look mean

To feel a hint of feeling was like a greasy dream

 

The full moon

was a different avenue altogether

The wolf admired the moon,

even though she was from a higher order

 

The lone wolf at times, would step out of the darkness in awe

The slivery light from her, would made his coldness thaw

She was the queen of the night, whom everyone desire

Yet, none of them desired her with his intensity or fire

 

Yet he knew, that a queen deserves a king

His outcaste blood was not her thing

Still he howled at the full moon often with an unending longing

An un-promised dark unfulfilled desire that made him cry and sing

 

They were of different places

They were from different races,

He was from the lowest moist dense place of sorrow

She was the fair ruler of the far off night sky, whom he can only follow

 

                                                                                                                                                ~~~Roby

My Quotes

“Life is just like a wishing well, you can throw all your coins inside only to realize you don’t have any more money to buy next lunch”

Family is a way to stop you from reaching your most deep desired destination

Love is underrated, it can make a saint out of a sinner, a devil out of a dinner, and a man out of a miser

Women are women, and that’s how it is……

Make a wish to kill all wish

Tie a rope to break the illusionary hope

Addiction of life is an addictive dope

End of a rainbow, or the end of a rope

The mantra to success is “If you can’t do it, just fake it” But people don’t say it :)

My point specifically is, life is not about making points, it all about memories and I am a hypocrite

At the end, everyone dies alone

I love you, was the biggest lie I told  myself

When you are in Rome, try burning it down

An idea is a seed to development, and development is a seed to destruction and a destruction is a necessity for any creation

A fish breath’s water and drinks air and makes everything look prettier

Where ever you are, I don’t care, my hatred does

Are devils really real, asked Satan to the Gods, to which she smiled and said “I was just kidding?”

My ex girl friend is a bitch, does that mean I am dog?

When love is a chain, fear seems a better option

I want to sleep, forever

Waking up was so much fun, now it’s a bad joke

No one gets left behind, says the one who left first

A Glass half-filled or half empty is boring

Singly Malt is my thing

Salary is like an orgasm, makes you feel better for an instant and then vanishes away

 “Love is immortal” So says the mortals

Life is a scary bag of bat shit crazy surprises and the last thing you will find there is a chocolate…..

A dream is just an entertainment for us while we sleep…

A passion for us when we are awake

And a burden for us when the dreamers are dead

Broken mirror ……..cluttered image……and a raptured heart….you can’t amend

She was crazy that was her excuse

He was lazy, that was her excuse as well

PROMISES

To Kurt

People come and people go

Promised made to and fro

Holding on to promised untold

Unaware of what will unfold

Deep inside you know it’s a lie

Coated with colored sugary dye

Expectations can make you cry

Does it holds true if my eyes are dry?

A Moment and a breath to hold forever

Was it true or a cloying favor

And the care that came as a package

Seems now, more like a baggage

Does it matter if one of them care?

As long as it’s not a two sided affair

Promises made are awfully vulnerable

That’s what makes them so valuable

                                                                                                                         ~~~~~~~~~~Roby