Morbid Orbit

I exist. Why.
Some reason. A mockery.
I struggle, I breathe.
Questions of Why? wherefore?
Plaguey Nonsense.
A world of disease, death
too comfortable. These lives
existential because all is given.
food. clothing. shelter.

What do we need?
Love a mimicry of Life.
A reason to go on.
cowardice to die.
frightening questions of thought.
Thinking underground.
Thinking solemnly.
Breathing? Thinking?
oxygen. thought.
stop! why? where is the need.

It all decays.
rotting under the sun,
in the mouldy coffin,
burnt on a pyre, polluting
disease. The Human disease.
Questions of God? Questions
of toys. See us run, scramble, think,
of meaning in a meaningless shamble.

fluidity, change, answers
no answers. Illusions,
a matrix, fat, corrupt, absorbing,
drenching, soaking
into my flesh. incumbent,
like a rash, scratchy
puss like, angry posthumus boils.
These answers. where are they?
God? a pronunciation more difficult
than a Houyhnhnm.

A spelling, power to what end
feel free to decay at your own
pace, lucky to burn on a pyre
than rot in a grave. lucky to
be manure than black smoke.
Parody, all in the name of
a fuckrimonious religion.

Creeping, Stagnating, born and
baptized, dead and buried.
A beginning with an end
no end to the beginning, no
beginning to the end.
circle. question. answer.

fuckrimonious.

And then There was DUB.....

God created the Universe, He created the birds, plants and other miserable cretins, finally he created us human beings..and then there was DU Beat!!!! The heart beat of Delhi University, and Life for me took several new directions at the same time when I got into writing for this youth paper. Its every page breathes a deep breath of young energy and life into the otherwise stale and mundane areas of the cosmos of journalism.

Revolving around the most happening set of people in the most populous and happening university in Delhi. Delhi University. DU Beat or as we lovingly call it, DUB, has become a second family to me and working for DUB is more fun and play than work. A place where we, students little and insignificant as we are can reach out and shake towers and crumble thrones! Okay sorry I can't really get over my Lord of the Rings and Frodo baggins hangover. But Yeah, when we at DUB decide to make inquisitions into the various fallacies of Delhi University, there is quite a bit of crumbing and shaking happening....atleast in various cafeterias, Libraries and principal offices. All i can say is La vie DU Beat, La Vie Delhi University and La Vie DUB Team!!!! :D :D :D

And if you don't believe me, bump your page down to http://www.dubeat.com and look at what you've been missing out on!!!!!

If a Palette is Wiped blank

A Palette is a blank slate
its when its splattered that it's sate
what would life that were a palette be?
it would start with a sober sheen
something yellow or green.

The first steps of a toddling born
would be as a cheerful morn
for don't we live dawn to dusk?
a splattering of blue
on the greenish earthly hue.

Now childhood is a gem
a sparkling diamond stem
in every heart a hidden star, true?
society sent some to the mine
and the rest play with an orange pine.

When little ones loose their way
and selling wares trying to make hay
what colour they'd be but a Shade of Grey?
If Laughter came in a brilliant blue
tears would sprinkle a reddish dew.

They say royalty is purple
and blood a crimson whirlpool
then why is gold yellow that belongs to every rich fellow?
They say a little child growing learns
that the shades of life are dissapated turns.

A Pink and a magenta represent what mood
if red and green and yellow is food
Strange, all a starving child earns is Blackened burns
when some went to the mines
and others played with orange pines

Did any one thing of those who lost life, parents, love
in the blast of a thousand guns? A bomb that sped from above?
The colour of an explosion said earthen earth and white light
the noise of a blast a briliant silver stars.

What happend to Mankind? what happened to humanity?
all it takes is a flashing light to wipe that palette blank.
like the slate that sank, in waters green and dank
Like the mine that swallowed 'em whole, and
the shop that prostituted innocent yellow hand.
The mouth that ate black bread while,
today's royalty ate purple mead and grapefruit white
in utter lavish exotic delight.
What happened? .... whAt? happened??

'A burning'

And Branches tore when thunder threatened,

They were as a wreck in a storm's greed

as the wind best it's little leaves

left it naked, quivering in the breeze...

The lightning struck...smelt earth burning

And brook churning

Great tremulous shafts, zeus's;

neared the tree, the black night split, wept the muse

great galloping glimmers, every stroke of white light

burnt blue, the clouds, heavy begin to Let low thier tears in fright

AS flashes after flashes broke.

As apon a lofty hill, the tree braced

The waves roared up the grassy slopes

they thrashed and beat with every flash

Ever nearer struck each bolt, Love trembled

And with an crash...

Like the sun when it explodes

Stars when they errupt

when the poles crumple in a earth shattering wrench

The great Ray struck,

it Clove the tree that love there breathed

A burning angst..

Flames engulfed cupid's seed

Rage and betrayal

nature had in her loving embrace nurtured

Nature's very anger smote

blue bolts of great lightning

Storms of Great enemies swept

every vestige of love that wrestled with time

Love that breathed and gasped in a smothering distance..

smote in the bolt that dropped from the sky

One soul rent in the strom's great blast,

it tried and in its pangs tries to protect the other..

And now it needs love's little dew drops,

it needs a cradling embrace to hold it's broken pieces..

The Muse Alights.....

As I sat watching the screen
hearing the outpouring of another soul
the words they wash over me
the music carries my own heart in a tangent
my muse is awakened

she descend in a rapid blur
sending my mind across the abyss of my thought
searching for those foot holds...
like the anchors of a great ship
in a mighty sea wracked in Ariel's Grip

and from nearest my heart
brought forth a scene
"the park, a bench, my lover,
the winds that in their sweeping grace
hurry winter's embrace...
like fir'y flames sweep through the air
mingle strands of luscious black hair
and bough and birch
let descend fla'rs from its loft perch
and as drops of rain purge
the flames of earthen surge

there two bodies on a bench press closer
in embrace that took months to unite
and in the hollow of that groove
loved two lips as never had loved
in sweet scents of wetted sand
lovers arms entwined..."

Fleeting but in deep detail
My muse brought fourth 'nuther tale
one when the "winter rain pattering
in low low moans splattering...
the windows misted over as hot breath melded
fog from dew....as passion rose unended
in vapors thick, while all round
the rain made music with the windows sound....
sweet entrancing music to entrance
the sounds of taboo'd lovers dance...."

and as that fades into the seconds gl'des
some musty corner got unravelled
an' from a cloud of dust
rose the scented candle lust....
when by flickering wicks
slept two arm in arm...
as the cocoa beans melted ran
along the bodies of the twa'n
and sweet sleep washed over
closed the eyes of content love...

Stop sweet Muse....and close the lids of the eyes that see from this heart...
coz tears well near its parts
the kisses that say more than those three words can ever achieve
those little touches that carry more weight than the ear can hear
oh close the lids....!!! for the eyes can remember...
o how they recall whats said in a lovers tear fall
a look!..a look, love, can say it all
close the lids my begging heart screams...it aches, oh agony to miss
when all you have is a cold pillow to kiss
till the far day comes bringing sweet angel's loving arms...
and this heart 's returned in closest embrace to whence it belongs...


to those whose love is beyond a hundred miles this song sends a spirit of warmth....thank you Plain White T's

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Now playing: Plain White T's - Hey There Delilah
via FoxyTunes

WHERE FEET DOTH TREAD

A summer in Israel
(note: you can click on the pictures to enlarge them)

On the last day of my trip to Israel, from the site that is in Jordan, Mt. Nebo. Approximately 800 meters high, this mountain towers over the entire Jordan Valley.

Standing atop the mountain looking onto the land of 'milk and honey' from the very place moses must have in his day looked. With the golden disk on my head and the wind competing and essaying to drive away the heat of the scorching rind. looking as clouds pass over what is unmistakably cities and towns. Far off I could almost imagine the Golden Dome in Jerusalem vying with the heavenly orb, could see the limestone of the cities each stone, each structure telling its story of the past 2000 years. The Stretch of the river Jordan itself reflecting back to the heavens its banked tides. Standing there, watching as it were from the eyes of an eagle I saw stretched out before me myth, legend and lore. Watched it come alive and walk beneath that sun. The land part fertile part barren, the dead sea and the river Jordan alive, I saw mighty Jerusalem the Bastion of Jews, Christians and Muslims, I saw humble Bethlehem with it's silent beacon of hope, I saw Nazareth heralding the dawn.

And as my mind took flight, revisiting the places I'd Seen. saying farewell to the culture, to the History, to the heritage, taking back with me the very footsteps of Jesus. Of His saints of the prophets. From the very heavens where the angels sang and the cobbled streets where the Saviour bled, I traversed the ages, the very pages from the bible. History and Culture was walking around me, like shadows in the sun flitting from end to end crowding my vision. Like the Jordan flowing across the land, my thoughts gathered to create not a sea dead, but alive. A sea radiant and beautiful. Not just Christian heritage, around me I could see the inheritance of the Muslim nations and the Semitic peoples, the Al-aqsa Mosque and the Dome of the rock where the prophet Muhammad ascended to heaven and returned with edicts that are held in the hearts of The Islamic nations. The Judaic shrine - The Wailing Wall, believed to be the only remaining wall of the Great Temple built by King Solomon. Where the wailing, the cries of the people seem to blend into a mellifluous enigmatic hypnotic trance. All these experiences whir past me, fleeting yet in their detail complete.

Fused withing this like an anagram of history lay the conflicts of this century, the Israeli - Palestinian struggle. The Religious strife that has engulfed the world. As what was a little town of Bethlehem is now transformed into a prison for Palestinians. The Fortified City of Jerusalem that once housed the hosts of a civilization, has become tripartite and factioned into three quarters, one for each religion centered in it. It seems where the walls of the fortified city of Jerusalem kept out one religious invader after the other be it Muslim or Christian, the new walls of Bethlehem, not 40 minutes away now keep in a nation struggling to express its own identity.

The very Walls bring me to yet another history, that of the Roman conquerers when in my minds eye I envision the far off Capernaum, treading the walkways of a derelict city, under the shade of an enormous tree crunching leaves underfoot, I can envision the people of great Roma, as they set upon the world the first throes of Imperialism. The very throes from which Many places in the world still reel, Israel and Palestine nonetheless. what lacks not far behind though in brief reminiscence is the conquered, those whom history silenced when it handed the crown of olive leaves to the victors. The once mighty Byzantine empire, which in its fall left behind beauty and skill surpassing even modern talent. Who carved their legacy into the mountain sides, into the rock, into the limestone that still stands to reflect the light of a burning sun.

From the pinnacle of Mount Nebo, My senses take flight and with a last farewell bid adieu to the Land where History is enthroned, in a land where the present walks alive with the past, in a land where the milk and honey ever flows.

To my sweetheart!!!!

I love you......!!!! I love you......!! and were there three words in the world that meant more than these three.....it would take a magical and astronomical amount of emotion behind them to make them mean more than..when i say I LOVE YOU!!!