Wednesday, 11 March 2015

The Queen of All Ironies...


Sway; Sway the draped affection...
In your tender hands sleeps the love...
Flight, flight in the firmament of freedom,
Isn't the blindness consuming the dove!!

Dance, dance the teary veiled emotions,
to your will alone the passions and desires fecund...
That which is born shall bear the death too...
Pain alone fleets forlorn in the last, passing second...
Ah Choice, the queen of all the ironies,
in your lap breeds the fate of all humans and worlds...
Can't you be callous one day for the sake of peace!
Can't you shun and be mute to vagaries of hearts!

Monday, 6 October 2014

Monster...

Silent whispers sway; laden with thoughts of far and away...
A gripping hand; seguing again to a half-trodden, forbidden land...
An insinuating play; teasing tantalizingly into the fray...
The guts explode; bending the boundaries; set conventions erode...

The game begins; ego lures amid the mesmerizing,nauseating din...
 Hysteria impinge; choking thoughts amid the shallow fame's tinge...
Identities slip and sway like the shadowy meander of an impostor..
It's hard to confront and then defeat a self-endearing Monster!

Sunday, 3 June 2012

WHY DO WE WRITE..?

I started writing since i was in my primary wing and by grace, have been good in it.


By good, i do not mean that i get published everytime, but that i suffice my passionate heart and crude mind together.


Why do i write?


I write, because its that time when i succeed in concuring every aspect of myself, thats when i hear the sound of rolling tears, thats when i see the usefulness of wasteful years, thats when i see the reality dancing amid the facades of fiction and truth, thats when i feel the agony of an unattended youth, thats only where an acrimony breeds the beautiful poetry, thats how words move on papers, impelled by the harmony of mind and heart, driving your existence to inception and sometimes to end..


So why do you write?

Friday, 11 November 2011

Memories Inc.


"He said i'm gonna buy this place and burn it down,
I'm gonna put it six-feet underground,
He said i'm gonna buy this place and watch it fall,
Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls,
Oh i'm gonna buy this place and start a fire,
Stand here until i fill all your heart's desires,
Because i'm gonna buy this place and see it burn,
Do back the things it did to you in return".
                                                                    -A Rush of Blood to the Head, (Coldplay Song Lines)


Fall of 2050,
Auditorium Building, Chicago.

A thundering applause followed the announcement of Humanitarian of the year award to Mr. Alexander Wayne for his revolutionising organisation Memories Inc., a venture as unique as it sounds but responsible for  healing the unbearable and irrevocable agonies from the lives of thousands of people in a short span of five years since its inception.

Alexander Wayne,32, a post graduate in psychology from the prestigious university of Harvard, had developed a method of erasing a particular segment of memory from the human mind without altering the memory of a person as a whole.
In human mind, the memory formation is a very interesting process. The memory may be a Short-term or a Long-term memory.The patients of Alexander were often agitated by a tribulating past pertaining to agonising experiences of their past lives.
Alexander, however, sees it as the playground of memories.He, remarkably developed a brilliant method of amending the long-term memory into a short-term memory and then the short-term memory so formed which gets stored on something similar to an electronic tape in the mind,could be rehearsed, go back to the long-term memory or may be lost forever. This loop of salvation, as named by Alexander, was the key to freedom from the grim past. Alexander,with his revolutionising methodology,could harness this loop of information out of the human mind and store it in a simple compact disc thus formed when he used to heal his patients by connecting his brain to theirs via a super computer which formed these discs.
As a term in the agreement and treatment process, Alexander never returned these discs back to their patients  
and after all who could have yearned for it?


05 Years Later..
December,2053
London.

Alexander Wayne's Memories Inc.was a common name in every home of the modern world. He had successfully launched a working clinic in every major city of the world and the American Govt. was far more keen in sending his name as a potential nominee for the next year's Nobel Prize for Medicine as well as Peace, for he was the one who had bestowed them with real peace.
Alexander, however, was called upon in his London clinic by his staff over there on SOS basis, as according to them, his technique was on the brink of its first failure.
It was raining on the day Alexander reached London and the weatherman had predicted the next few weeks as the most chilling the London had witnessed in almost a decade.
Alexander scurried across from the airport and met Dr.Ben Cook, a post-graduate in psychology from the prestigious University of Cambridge and the head of his London clinic outside the airport premises.
Without wasting further time both headed towards their London clinic.
-Oh, the weather is not going to be any easy for us Dr Cook as if personifying the current crisis that is looming
upon us.
-Certainly Dr.Wayne.This is the most chilling season the London has witnessed in almost a decade.
In almost an hour drive, they reached their London Office where the root cause of Dr Wayne's visit was waiting for him.
In the anteroom outside the treatment center, Dr.Wayne met an elderly lady. Her eyes were moist and the tears were sparkling in her eyes as she fixed her gaze upon him.
-She is Mrs Lloyd, the mother of the victim and she hails from one of the most respectable families of London.
-Thank you Dr.Cook. But i am eager to meet the patient and learn about his predicament as a whole.
-Sir, this patient Mr. Ian Lloyd, the 28 year old successful entrepreneur was engaged two months ago and his marriage is due on fifteenth of the next month. He came to us a week ago with his predicament.
-What predicament?
- He just could not forget her first love. He says its the most arduous thing in the world for him to part from his first love. But he's keen to get rid of her too as he does not want to mar his future life from any of her memories.
-So what's the big problem Ben? Have we not ever witnessed cases like these before?
-Not until the loved one was unreal.
-Unreal?
-Yes Alexander. Mr. Ian's first love is nothing but a character from his favorite literary novel " The Wind", in which the character portrays a flawless lover. A love so genuine, so divine that is nothing more than an elusive dream in this corporeal world we live in.
- It seems like you too are completely in besotted with her Ben.
-You can say that Alexander. It was a masterpiece.
- Fix my appointment with Mr Ben in a week's time. In the meanwhile, i want to get accustomed with his life so far, so don't bother to feed me with any bootless information of his life and most important, bring me a copy of "The Wind".
The Wind was a tragic love story set in the background of the times when the sailors used to depart from their ordinary lives in search of distant lands across the seven seas for the sake of development, nation's pride and knowledge.The central character of the Novel was Miss Angelina Duke, fiancee of Captain William Henry, who was assigned with the mission of finding new lands across the orient via the North Pole.
William departs with a promise to reunite with her forever, but his ship gets wrecked and the whole crew perishes in the frigid Arctic ocean.
Unwavering in the faith of his promise, she risks of sailing across the same route for his lover but no one approves of her voyage so she sails all alone for him. In the end, she recovers William's dead body in the remote island of Arctic and dies along with him in the brutal arctic.
The day of appointment with Mr. Ian was approaching and Alexander Wayne was done with his final preparations.
- All set Dr. Wayne?
- Ah Cook, I've been witnessing a trance like state in the company of Miss Duke. I must say, what a portrait of Love.
-Beware of her, she is as contagious as Love, the most enigmatic human emotion.
-That's true Ben. I would like you to assist me in this case. It would be more than a single mind's work.
-Anytime Wayne.
Alexander Wayne was having a formal conversation with Mr. Ian Lloyd before commencing with his treatment.
- I must say Mr Wayne you have an excellent choice for a Lover.
-Oh Yeah, Mary would be an excellent wife and i don't want to spoil one ounce of my love for anyone but her.
-Ha Ha, i was talking about Miss Duke from the "The Wind".
- Oh, now you know how difficult it has been for me Dr Wayne to get her out of my mind. I have a very emotional heart Mr.Wayne. My father left me in a very tender age. It was my mother who raised me in a very disciplined manner.This book was her gift to me, for she wanted to induce a spirit of sacrifice and love in me. And now she curses herself in the dark.
-Hmmm.. I have known a lot about you recently. Considering your circumstances and the days of agonies you have been through, its something obvious for you to yearn for a love so pious.
-Thank you Mr Wayne for understanding my plight.
-Anytime Mr.Lloyd. Coming to the point, i want a reassurance from your side that once the treatment commences, there will be no looking back.No matter what happens, you wont step back.
- I assure you Mr Wayne.
-Very Well. In this treatment Mr Ben will also be an integral part.
- I approve it and i have faith in your insight.
-So let's begin.
Alexander and Ben connects themselves with Ian and the supercomputer and the treatment begins.
-Mr Lloyd in your case, since we are dealing with something unreal and as per my observations, there is a certain role of her character that you are most fascinated with and if we could somehow erase that portion of your longing for her from your mind than the rest will be vanished along with.
-Mr Ben i just could not get her final voyage for William out of my mind,I just could not get the image of mighty ocean waves jostling to perish her maiden ship, I just could not let this serenade go, i just could not let her go..
Alexander saw tears in the eyes of Ian. He held his hand and assured him his recovery.
-Ben, this treatment involves an endeavor never undertaken before. For the treatment of Ian, we will have to convince his mind of the Reunification of Angelina with William.
-But that is something incomprehensible. In the story the William is dead.
-Yes, but we can alter the story. Mr.Lloyd is a very emotional person and for people like him, it is nearly impossible to profane their love. He will never let her go, unless she gets her William back.
-But the William is DEAD.
-For her, his mind can live the dream of seeing him alive. His mind can accept fantasy over the fact for her LOVE.
-And how is that possible?
-You and i will go to his mind where the body of William is lying on that remote island and we will reach there before she reaches on the island.There i'll be dressing as William and when she'd see me,i'd give a wave to her,shouting her name. When she'd be making to touch the shores with a gleam of pure love on her face, you'd terminate the process liberating yourself and Ian out of his mind.
-This was a theory, a theory never proved, one of your postulate.
-Then let's prove it today.For Love,the most enigmatic emotion.
-Is it worth it Alexander?
-You know Ben, when i started this venture, i had a regret in my heart which is still there, that i am making marionettes out of people. I am doing transgression with the truth of their lives by bestowing them a false life. I had always yearned for my redemption and when Angelina will found me in her lover's dress and cast all of the world's wrath upon me, that will be my redemption. An annihilation of my artificial endeavors by an ethereal love of an unreal character. And since i'd never be out of his mind, i want you to burn my body with the archive tapes. I have arranged it to appear as an accident. You will survive with my truth and will continue to heal people unless they realise the cost of accepting forged lives.
-Ben was silent with tears in his eyes.His acceptance was his approval.
The treatment started and Ben and Alexander voyaged on the chest of Arctic Ocean, afflicting chilly winds and cruel waves on their faces and finally reached the body of Captain William Henry.
They arranged as per their plans unless they the approaching Angelina.
Ben and Alexander saw all the Love of world in her eyes, all the truth of eternity in her every march towards waving Alexander dressed as William.
Ben saw tears in the eyes of waving Alexander.
-You were right my friend, its the most enigmatic emotion, yet worth of dying a million times in its honor.
Ben left his friend on the island and proceeded as planned.
In the fire of burning archive tapes, he could see the flames engulfing the body of his mentor, the redeemer, his best friend. Tears were dwelling in his eyes as he saw the smiling face of Alexander in the fire.
                                                                                                       
                                                                                                            (Slightly Abridged..)






Thursday, 27 October 2011

The Last Man Standing..

When you have come to the edge Of all light that you know And are about to drop off into the darkness Of the unknown, Faith is knowing One of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or You will be taught to fly


                                                                                                                                                                                         - Patrick Overton


Late Summer 1942,
Stalingrad.

Vladimir was listening conscientiously to the radio broadcast anticipating a possible German attack on the city when her only sister Anna interrupted him for the breakfast.
Vladimir and Anna had lost their parents in their early childhood and since then,had lived and survived together,and were the pillars of support in each other's lives.
- Anna, will this bloody mayhem ever end? For how long people like us will keep foraging in our own lands, desparately seeking for a whiff of peace, a morsel of humanity?
Anna sat along her brother and held his hands.
- Have you heard a requiem for the fallen stars? Tell me Vladimir, for how many dying seconds has the time ever stopped and mourned? For how many lives has the life chosen to bend its natural penchant of going on eternally? Have faith my brother, every sacrifice bears the fruit of future harmony.
- Anna after all this,you still talk of faith? Life has always robbed us of whatever precious we had in our miserable little lives. Tell me oh Anna, why should i have faith in anything whatsoever?
Anna was constantly gazing at the river Volga through the window of her one room apartment as she spoke.
-Rivers and lives have only one major thing in common. Both of them yearns to surrender themselves to the most superior, to the most pious, to the one who could bear them as a whole. Rivers know the ocean and lives fake the oceans for the scare of depths.

In the next few days an intensive Luftwaffe attack reduced much of the city to the ruins.Majority of the workers of the factory joined the fighting. Vladimir's factory continued production despite the war but deep inside he knew that sooner or later he will be forced to join the war.
Anna chose to offer her services through building trenchworks and fortifications for the Soviet forces against the Nazi Germany.

23rd August 1942,
Stalingrad.

The elite Nazi Germany's Luftwaffe pounded the city, causing a firestorm killing thousands and turning the city into a parched panorama, comprising mainly of burnt ruins and debris.
The Soviets reported killing of 955 people and 181 wounded.
Vladimir continued to work diligently in his T-134 manufacturing factory,which had always been the most sought after target of the german Luftwaffe.
Meanwhile, Anna, on the basis of her exhibiting impeccable valour and diligence towards her nation, was immediately recruited in the 1077th Anti-Aircraft regiment, a unit comprising mainly of the female volunteers who had not recieved any training and were without support.
The Soviet Air force, the Voeno-Vozdushnye Sily(VVS) suffered severly by the german air raids.
It was literally swept aside by the Luftwaffe.From 23rd to 31st Aug, the VVS lost 201 aircrafs and it was left with just 192 serviceable aircraft, 0nly 57 of which were fighters.
The herculean task of initial defense of the city fell upon the shoulders of AA regiment, in which Anna had chosen voluntarily to serve. They had to stay at their posts and face the advancing german panzers.

05th Sep,1942
Stalingrad

To counter the perpetual german onslaught, the Soviet 24th and 66th Armies propelled an offensive attack against the german XIV Panzerkorps. On the merit of his knowledge in the artillery, Vladimir was called upon to be in this war by the Soviet commander.
The german retalliation proved too arduous for the Soviet Armies. The Luftwaffe fired hell from the skies, pounding heavily upon the Soviet artillery and defensive lines. In this gruesome battle, the Soviets lost 30 tanks of their 120 tanks to the air attacks and were forced to withdraw in the midday.
Vladimir had never witnessed the war from so close. He was feeling himself like an insect crawling on the beds of hell, fearing to be trampled under the feet of the bewilder souls running amok.
Restless in his chamber, he was called upon the commander.
With a gleam of patriotism and sincerity upon his face, he went to meet the commander.

- At ease Vladimir, its been a severe day for all of us.
- Yes sir, it has been.
-Vladimir i called you to announce a very bad news. The AA regiment confirmed the death of your sister,    Anna.She fought with exceptional bravery and they are planning to confer her with gallantry award.
  Of her possessions, we recieved this letter addressed for you. I want you to have it and we have decided to
 relieve you of further sufferings. You need not to be in this war anymore, Vladimir.

With trembling hands and frozen mind, Vladimir took the letter and went back limping to his chamber like a pain inflicted hiatus of the agonising day.
Finally, he mustered the courage to open and read the letter.

Dear Vladimir,
                        War has finally knocked on the doors of our lives with her brutal hands. No surprise, it has ripped apart every possible fabric of humanity, every notion of compassion from the already arid souls and minds of the faith deprived us.
Do you remember Vladimir when i had told you about the major synonymity of human lives and the river of abandoning to the something pious, something complete.
During the war, when i was digging the trenches as a fortification for the soviet Army, i used to listen to the river Volga. In her, i felt that her yearning to redeem herself in the ocean was never altered by the ongoing war. I felt in her the same solace as i used to feel when we used to come here in our childhood days.
She never bothered to mend her course off the ocean despit fire upon her chest and hell from the skies. She knew her truth, her purpose. Everything else for her is a bend in her path or a prelude before the redemption.
So Vladimir, why can't we, in our miserable little lives adhere to our purpose, our redemption and our truth?
Faith, my brother, is like a fortress, that demands sacrifices to ablaze the deviation from the just.
This war and the many wars to come are nothing but a chance to reinforce this fortress.
To die or to live was never in our hands, although, we can always choose to be the last man standing in this war and many other wars to come in this life, not only to defend the fortress but to see it grow and beyond.

Yours forever
Anna.

Vladimir was standing on the bank of the river Volga. He could hear the distant fusillade in the dim background of the stars and melancholic flow of the river. he wiped the tears off with the running water and drifted the letter in the water saying, "May you too be with your ocean forever..".
vladimir never left this war and millions of other to come.


Thursday, 29 September 2011

Where are the Saviours?

I've had the opportunity in my life to go through the lives of the great people of not only my country but the world as a whole. It's the tenet of a contemporary psyche of human mind that whenever the world comes to a threshold of decadence, there rises a hero, a crusader, who may be a normal soul in his obscure life, but rose to the occasion and delivered and altered forever the very course of people and their lives, which in turn leads to the fate of the nations and the world.

Our lives and the world today, has again come up to that threshold where every human value and notion is staring in our eyes and asking to redeem it, And their evil counterparts are dragging our feet, screaming vociferously in our minds that every human endeavour that our forefathers executed for them was an arrow shot in the dark that somehow worked out.
So far, our heroes and our saviours are not visible to us. Our leaders have lost their path, our affluent people are too busy in their cosy little lives, our poor people are too busy to survive and our middle class is too scared to fall back and too eager to jump forward that they refrain every other event that the life throws at them.

Yet, whenever a whiff of change or a voice never heard before falls upon us, we see to it, we accept it and put our faith upon it, in a hope that may be this is ours and this world's moment of change. May be life has finally bestowed us with that rarest opportunity through which we can write out our destinies with our own meager efforts.
Our hearts bleed, our tears shed, our minds torment, our souls torn asunder, yet we move on, we keep walking in a hope that may be one of us will rise and then everything else will be history.




Sunday, 25 September 2011

How deep to fathom..

A free fall in the pitch dark abyss,
Wind on my face or the nuance of reality,
Murmurs of the unseen or a buried anguished lacuna,
Sighs of a decrepit will or the facades of hope,
A patient soul or a bewildered,fallible heart,
How long I'll have to fake to fathom this route?

A vendetta of good and evil or mere survival,
An impasse of a futile life or an impuissant multifaceted persona,
The relentless urge for truth or besotted with affliction,
Longings of love or refraining the visible,
Wounds of the yearn or words of extol,
How long I'll have to fake to fathom this route?