Fantasy…

Everything was a fantasy….

Everything needed an excitement…

Everything should be happy all the time…

A Fantasy makes everything happy….

A small problem….

Fantasy comes with a heavy price….

The Creator has to suffer whatever that is in Hell for the rest of his life…..

And He becomes the villain of his Fantasy…..

But for me it became a little severe….

I tried to make—-No—

I thought of making a new world…

I was made villain that instant…

You see…there is a problem with happy endings…….

Villains are killed…..

And so I was killed even before my Fantasy world was created……….

The End……….

Just for fun

Experiencing Mumbai…

I am not a one who have seen many parts of the world. I am just a beginner.

As life goes on,everything fills up, giving us - the players - the thing of utmost importance—experience. I lacked it for this purpose - long journeys. And so, they called me “baby”. And so, my Mother had a tear in her eyes along with a shadow of fear. However, with confidence acquired from vacuum, I boarded the Cape-Mumbai Exp. from Thrissur at 1515hrs on Dec 19 2009.

For this journey, my bed is as long as the worm itself. I am in the first sleeper compartment and Nidh, my friend, in the last A/C compartment. I walked through every sleeper and A/C coaches in the worm. And as it chugged along it was filling in, the thing I said at first.

I have seen the next strip of land from mine many times over.But now as I see a new part of this land, its filling me with a part of that experience thing - beauty.The lush greenery was spread out like the body curves of the most sensuous woman.

The half hour between 1600hrs and 1630hrs,I saw the last station in Kerala - Palakkad junction.As if to say,”I do not wish to go any further,that I would not like to stay here in the God’s own country”, the worm stayed there for the full half hour.At last with such pain, the guard blew the whistle and we started to see the last scenes of our state.

And so adieu Kerala
and
Bonjour Tamil Nadu.
TN - the land wasted for everything.

As we rushed through TN, just lands put to no use were seen surrounded by hills.Those special structures rose, with Himalayas as their idol, to touch the sky, but failed as they understood they, too, are a waste like the land they stand on.

The worm covered large distances in short time.Now came another part.This covers the subject entirely,but I am taking it as a part.People -They changed.Attire changed.Language changed.They showed me new ways.I studied how to be with new people.I saw a Jawaharlal Nehru–it was just his attire that made me say so…the white shirt, dhoti instead of pants and that particular shaped cap with the sleeveless overcoat.But he was just the opposite of what Nehru was–he was superb at flirting(note that) and he surely hated me, the way he talked to me..pure coldness.I did not care.But I did not give him the same treatment that he gave me.He was way too older than me.

A new guy,Bhagyaraj with his friend, Chengal Dayudu,Andhrans,Ayyapa devotees. Friendly.Saved my seat.The first guy is doing his M.Tech in EEE(whatever that is).He and Nidh talked in english.I tried my max not to interfere and I didn’t.

By 1900hrs,a guy came to take the orders of food from passengers.

The day had not been a dry one.Still the night had sleeping in store for me and so I slept,a small night nap.Had to wake up at 0230hrs for Nidh’s dad and friend to get down at Thriupathi.And I drifted into sleep after some reading.

20 december

Frequently I jumped up from my sleeps, widely awake fearing if its pass 0230hrs.It never did and it took me an eternity to meet the time.

Then at the specified time,I started down the worm to my companion’s seat.When 0315hrs came,the worm stopped at Thirupathi and their pilgrimage started.Before uncle got off.he told what we should do after we get down in Mumbai.I listened and memorized it and we shall see where they are.

Now I think a little more sleep will do me good.So I am switching me off.0336hrs.Again there were breaks but I slept well.As time when, sounds around me increased making it difficult to sleep.And so,I woke up at around 0700hrs.

Andhra Pradesh,I didn’t know what to expect from it.Well it was same as TN.Huge land masses were put to no use at all.It can be LW#2,but the top spot will be shared.

Because of how it is,it had some scenic spots.Mostly hills,they were.They don’t want to touch the sky.But as the plain land was bored of being plain,it thought some hills would be a new way of being plain.And so they were born.

Like the AP lands, I think our worm had all the time in the world to reach our destination.The worm stopped at each station for 1hr at least.No movement,just a building(of station) to see…it made me think that I’ve gone static.Buzz.Just the buzzing of being static.

A spectacular scene I forgot to mention.Sunflower, sometimes, filled the fields.Corn, sunflower, barren fields or just green grass–it give a velvety touch the land.I would like to walk on the green carpet.

When I woke up I looked at the sun.I saw that I had many with me doing the same.Sunflowers were thanking the sun,as sun had risen again so that they can bloom again,this very day.I was struck by their gratefulness.And so,I,too,thanked the sun for letting me live another day in this beautiful world.
Sunflower taught me a new lesson.I thank them too.

Noon came without much delay.I filled my tummy with some rice and Nidh got something good.Meanwhile,some fields whizzed past us.We started to identify what the crops were–cotton,red chillies,onions,etc..

When the worm went past,the workers in the field,some looked up,some didn’t-I wondered why…
For an hour,it was just these fields.Thought it would end by the evening.But the condition was not different as we entered Karnataka.Raichur was the first stop.I needed a short afternoon nap and so I didn’t see much of Karnataka until Thangundi.

The lands were not much different from AP.Those fields and hills,fields and hills.But this Thangudi had one memorable pic.On one hill a huge fort was build.Like the one you see in Jodhaa Akbar.

You could see 2 castles-of-chess at the 2 ends.In between,there were windows,triangle-on-square shaped ones.It was magnificent picture.

Worm rushed on with frequent stops.The scenes did not change much.I restricted myself to reading and silence.Gulbarga brought dark with it.Now the stations are less than ten but the distance was still long.

While I sat in the worm’s throat,Nidh thought he would check out his seat in our worm’s lower stomach.And so,he strolled off.Now its just me,you and silence.People around me chattered away.I wondered from where do they get the topics?The Nehru’s in front of me entertained us with their songs.Sung with a little grace considering they are old enough to be my grandfather.Have you heard of “Badal Gaya Insaan”?One I had heard…they repeated it in intervals.

All through this,we had 6 companions.A family of four and two friends.Father,Mother,son and daughter.Natives of Kottayam.First trip to Pune.Catious,Nidh said.Friendly because they needed some trustful companions and for their luck they met us and the other two.

With the curiosity of a 14year old,son was very active and with him his sister danced.She talked a lot.She had the full cuteness of a 3rd standard girl.And she talked with a lot of gracefulness,not much seen in her age.Lean,she is;fair skin and short hair.Small black eyes which she could pop out a little bit.She played staring-and-no-blinking with Nidh many times.

Father was cautious of the passing stations as he don’t know when would their stop comes.No one would know if they are for the first time.Mother,not too talkative as her daughter,but talked with us.We liked her too.

Foods were offered.First hesitancy.As we bonded,it was normal.

The two friends: NITians of Warangal from Thiruvanathapuram, going for Mood Indigo(IIT Mumbai’s cultural fest) and then to their college.

One was long with lanky hands and legs;with a little deep voice.Sweet one.
Second-a little reserved;book-worm but the cuter of the two.He was good to talk to.

We,six,enjoyed the journey together.We saw all the picturesque landscape together.We saw God taking his afternoon nap in Karnataka(will upload the picture).It showed how bonded we were.

Pune was approaching fastly.I drifted into a small sleep at 2100hrs.At 2300hrs,when I woke up,everyone:the four of the family,Nidh and the duo in their cots, were up.

Suddenly,none had anything to talk about.We were all silent.Everyone realized our togetherness is going to end in the next hour.

21 December

Heartfelt goodbyes were exchanged at Pune.When I said bye to our little girl,even her wave of her hand had sadness in it.Seeing this her Mother looked back.
What I saw on her face–the care,that don’t-want-to-say-goodbye-but-said goodbye,that she’ll miss us–made me understand,that this trip was not at all event less.Only one event happened and that was the greatest of all.That face will be imprinted in my mind till I die.

Anyways,worm wants to reach its destination and so do we.So we went on,as life went on.

Thane was the last stop for the duo.They got down and as they bade goodbye,we said we will see them at Mood Indigo.

At 0450hrs,we reached Mumbai,at last…..
Here a new journey begins.

We are to stay in Navi Mumbai., where Nidh’s aunt and uncle live.Nerul to be exact.A 38km journey from Mumbai Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus(CSTM), formerly known as the Victoria Terminus(VT).
CST–its a grand station.Fifteen platforms,the most I’ve seen,and all these are dead ends:either starting points or end points.
It was just as Uncle described.We walked to platform no.1 & 2 from no.14 to find the train to Panvel or Belapur.Platform no.7 was the stage for A.R.R’s “Jai Ho”.I,for fun,took two steps there.Otherwise its just another platform.

After taking tickets,we boarded a Panvel train at 0505hrs.Major stations are Kurla,Vashi,etc..We are to alight at Seawoods Darave,just before Panvel after Vashi and Nerul.Seawoods is just the station name,the place is Nerul itself.

For those who does not Know Navi Mumbai’s plan,which included me before I stepped on this land.All the land is divided into several plots.A group of these plots is called a sector.The sectors and plots are numbered.Each plot will contain 1 to 4 flats,irrespective of the size of flat.Just high-rise flats all over.No separate homes for the families.Just these grouped houses.

And we stepped out of the train onto the SW-DV station after an hour long journey.As we walked out,his uncle came and took us to his house.Cozy little one.I thanked them for accomodating me.

After 1000hrs,after freshening ourselves up,we continued our journey.Now back the way we came.To explore Mumbai.To conquer this big ferocious giant.
My first wish:see the Gateway of India and with it the Taj hotel.Thus it was fixed.
At CST,there was a problem–how shall we go?It was decided that we take the fabulous taxi service.A 20rs ride from CST.

Through the winding streets of Mumbai,the taxi took us.The huge traffic did not help me to memorize the way.The taxi stopped infront of Regal cinema.The taxi driver told us to walk ahead to get to the Gateway.We didn’t take his directions.Thought we would wander of.Straight ahead is our destination.In that road,many roads joined it from both directions.We took the first one left.
It had the name:Mahakavi Bushan Marg.Had once heard of the name.But don’t who it is.I suppose he is a poet.And like this all the adjoining roads had names:
Battery street,
Manthralayam street,
Madam Cama street………….these are some of which we explored.
Each had many large buildings.In it business went smoothely.None noticed us.
Now the Manthralayam street had the major structures,including the Taj hotel and the Indian Institute of Science.The IISc building is almost 250yrs old and it showed.
And frankly I didn’t see much specialty in the Gateway of India,keeping aside the fact that it was the gateway to India in earlier times.
Time went by very fast.We had to return.On the way back,we saw fashion street and St.Xaviour’s college.They attracted me for a certain reason.

The whole evening was spent in a shopping complex,shopping this and that.
The endless journey made me so weak that I fell on to the bed.

Trident Gripping Fingers

The world , the enigma ,

the cold living ,

the desperation ,

the murderers ,

the stigma .

Scum roam the roads ,

pursuing innocence in back ginnels ,

like slime ridden, contorted toads .

Evil minds are ticking ,

the devils trident gripping fingers ,

are clicking .

They shame the human race ,

hell harbours them a sordid place .

You wouldn’t think a marble ,

of so many seas

could hold so much air breathing ,

parasitic fleas.

Lets send them to the abyss ,

with no solitary traces ,

you know we wouldn’t miss,

their smug ,

take the piss ,

community service ,

faces .

All this inbred ,

energy,

that co exsists ,

the world has a devil ,

he’s in all human peril ,

and behind its insest .

the past through lamp post eyes

THE PAST THROUGH LAMP POST EYES

Frosted air,

people with metallic coloured hair,

try to stay sober if you dare .

Slide through the vortex blizzard,

hang on to your sanity ,

clutch the warmth ,

and preclude your own inanity,

Step into an inebriated open gate dream,

forget the iceberg

winters beam.

Regress the earth ,

reinvent sherlocks birth.

Travel the darkened tiled ginnels in the smokey air,

way above old vics chair.

Your traveling upon a time ship thats moulded to the form of an ancient,

ornate ,fluted ,antlered lamp post ,

its funny because your a person unborn ,

but a ghost .

skiing down the descent,

of the alps that are carved from cobble stone ,

and primitive cement.

Thatched roofs,

and shire horses hoofs .

Medieval witch hunting eyes ,

glaring at london ,

under canary coloured skies ,

in complete unattenuated surprise.

the next morning ,

reality and the present ,

they come dawning.

RELIGIONS CANE

RELIGIONS CANE

Can you afford,

to saunter ,

to the alter ,

and believe in everybodys lord ,

and look op to the witch hunter.

You see a young mother ,

take cover ,

innocent people ,

who adore their steeples ,aim in vain,

to protect one another ,

the reality is theres always some nutter ,

who will kill your brother .

A mad planet and its mad countries ,

religious maniacs ,

who write coffin inscripted plaques,

alongside their clockwork sentries .

A frown upon a nutter ,

who wants to put you down ,

in the dreaded red gutter ,

he grips a trigger ,

destruction drips ,

beneath an evil figure .

Do you really believe in a white beard ,

and that we’ll be retrieved ,

reprieved , by it ,

and cleared ,

from this insane,

domain ,

where upon which,

we have been reared .

Do all these different beliefs ,

form definate relief .

Can they really bar your head .

and annul it ,

from osama and his madmen ,

with their guns,

and their bullets ,

suicide bombers ,

preach their promise ,

behind a button then they push it ,

soldiers lie dead out on the province ,

as the public get all full of it .

A punctured body smashes through a river ,

a spirit kisses the shelled bed ,

friendly fire misses ,

on an aircraft carrier ,

we count the dead .

I just dont think we can all be saved,

or get appraised ,

why multiple belief to be maimed,

so much talk of promise lands ,

our daily bread ,

sporting the best brands ,

but ,

we all go dead .

I believe theres another plain ,

but does it have to be ruled ,

by a religious cane .

another dimension

ANOTHER DIMENSION

Limited perception ,

the cause of religious deception.

Standing within an ornate chateau ,

thats positioned on a discular plateau.

Gasping on violet tarnished air,

fly with the silver coated crows ,

even though ,

your not physically there .

Domed and conical moulded towns,

where evocative sorcerers live,

wearing ruby and emerald encrusted gowns.

Dominant irregular pillars of adjacent jagged rock ,

peer between and watch the ancient sorcerers flock ,

they dance beneath an inane,

stagnant clock .

Huge suspended ,

orbital ,

embossed,

and compressed lunar eyes,

which are glaring at you,

through scarlet incomprehendable,

infinitive tiger breath skies .

You see the sabre teeth ,

you think all of what you have will be bequeathed.

Try to conceive ,

how to breath ,

your a crow now ,

you dont have any sleeves ,

Sand dunes,

of granular ,

opal ,encrusted jewels ,

they create tear rippling pools ,

of emotion,

promotion ,of concept ,

its mental dialect .

Whilst in this dimension ,

your in suspension

so while you can perambulate ,

before its too late ,

~Freedom~

by Savanna Blue

Over the river and through the woods not to grandmothers house I go..
My journey began late one year ago from a place called home..
With only a dream tucked neatly in my canvas bag and dressed in my Sunday best..
I left the my childhood to test my hearts desire..
Destination was ~Freedom~

A year of travel to sights unknown..
A year of mystery to bring me home..
A year of wonder- lust and a half full bag..
A journey of breaking barriers and frequent jet lag..

A year closer to finding the path best suited for me..
A bridge full of opportunities will help me become free..

As I shed each piece of the materials worn..
I become the soul I was meant to be when I was born..

Freedom is our right to choose, and I chose walking alone..

glasses of pink

GLASSES OF PINK

Posed with a friend ,

our real real thoughts enclosed ,

our conversation exposed ,

each other is trying to comprehend .

We talk about the paranormal ,

we try to be informal,

about something abnormal .

Drunken words that try to be profound ,

only come out slurred and loud in sound .

Above the glass my eyes they peer ,

I think everybody exists in a fish tank ,

thats unclear ,

we just move to and fro ,

our fate we don’t know ,

thats everyones fear ,

we all shed a tear .

Your eyes might not face,

the inevitable end and its guilded case ,

the world and its ugly face ,

but your ears can’t help but hear ,

the news and its untied lace ,

detectives and an unsolved case ,

a lunatic and his gun and scarlett face ,

he massacres young life ,

thats the untieable lace .

As we ramble on ,

I wonder , where have they all gone .

People create new beings and they nurture on this earth ,

It disgusts me when a product of twisted ill nature ,

takes them away ,

so soon after their birth .

I wonder after I finish this drink .,

woud’nt it be nice to lovingly look,

through glasses of pink.

yesterdays hours

YESTERDAYS HOURS

Can i ensnare your attention ,

you must spare a seconds section ,

before i rest beyond redemption .

I fear the unclear ,

do you never ponder ,

that were already here ,

no more yonder ,

no other place to appear.

Yesterdays hours,

created todays flowers .

Passing minutes frown ,

lasting moments they adorn,

a present past tense that breathed to be born ,

all images still get shown.

a tomorrow cant exist,

the present just gets guessed,

yesterday was and is reminisced ,

So if today becomes a yesterday we were and are a past upon a planet that turned ,

beneath new stars that once burned ,

do we rue, the world we yearned,

the human crew ,

that never learned,

a worthless earth,

that once dawned ,

we were a birth ,

that got mourned.

So if there was or is a futures breath ,

how could we nurture its untimely death.