as you like it

and often the humming birds do sing
a tragic tale of valiant bravado
never once do they partake
the venomous words that prey

and then the little schoolboy
with freckles on a cheddar
skip over the puddles
dreams of the summers

and then the worker who toil
with which to take home
the spoils of his sweaty palms
and perchance to dream
a different dream

and then the aged with fluttering eyes
sits atop the bench as he sighs
the moments of consternation
seeking again, the bubble reputation

whereupon lie the carvings
while the bird perches itself
and then the wind doth blow
this way or that, you would never know..

 

VJ

take me to a place so far..

To a place so special lets leave it all..

a destination that ends it all

you look back to see the journey undone

you look ahead to find a path under the sun.

where waves touch the feet in not an ephemeral way

where soft cool breeze holds a permanant sway

a life so distant it seems a dream

a dream so vivid heaven it does seem.

take me to a place so far

relive the moments I have had so far

i would be glad to end it all

a heaven for me I would have seen it all.

blissful joy I have never known

is it me or everyone I have known?

there is a path that takes us all

the dreams that keep our body and soul

dream a dream for you never know

a shooting star it might into grow.

©Varun Jain

by my side..

It isn’t really clear to me now;

How I wish to see you;

through my eyes or your own,

I wish it weren’t that hard.

through the narrow gaps of those sweet emotions,

I feel the wind rush past with a gusto;

I sense the deep apathy I have with things;

without you around, by my side.

 

I lie down at night thinking,

with a sinking feeling that it ain’t gonna work;

something tells me this isnt for real;

its as if I am living a dream.

chasing the dreams that forever remain elusive;

running behind shadows that beg to be concealed;

submitting to feelings I knew not I was capable of;

without you around, by my side.

 

the roads seem endless the path appears broken;

the woods are everywhere I see no signs of you;

I wake up in the middle of the night;

having seen the loss with my own bare eyes.

I dare not close my eyes without fear of a deja vu,

without you around, by my side.

 

I am trapped by my own tears caged in my own senses;

wings clipped I cannot dream, eyes shut it cannot gleam.

each passing day is ‘orrible oh how I wish it were more,

without you around, by my side.

 

dusty windows swept open by the humid wind;

fluttering candles in the moonless night;

alone in a crowd, together alone,

I fear there’s more than what has already come,

without you around, by my side.

 

coming back to life turning the page;

i am numb and comfortably so;

this is the end I wish you were here,

I am still learning to fly, my hopes are still high;

shine, oh crazy diamond, keep talking;

my sorrow I have learnt is astronomy divine;

it’s just another brick in the wall,

without you around, by my side.

 

through the vast trenches of this foresaken sea;

across the misty mountains I cannot see;

I cry out to let things be the way it be;

I ramble aloud just to be, well, me!

 

varun

Ahoy 2008!!!

Slowly it fades away

like a tide it swung

like a sin it clung

i wish it could stay.

times they are a changing my friend

painful times joyous times

its just a date its just a fucking date

why shouldn’t we all call it fate.

i know not what lies ahead

you never do

but i would be there when it comes

come what may i would be ready.

they say every sunrise should herald

a new beginning a new era

they say every act in itself behold

a new championed metaphoric viscera.

cometh two oh oh eight

i stand the test of times

i will fight the warrior i will fight the great

i will stand whatever it takes.

Possessed.

My dreams are my own
the cliffs and the edges
the sighs and the groan
are all my own..my very own.
My thoughts are mine..and mine alone.

cornered in the alleys
lost from the souls
battered and defeated
my ambitions are my own..so are my goals.
my thoughts are mine.. and mine alone.

gliding, flying.. hop and skip
do as i may, see what i wish
nudged and bettered as though i were a blip
in the shadows of the world..inside a whirlpool dish
my thoughts are mine…and mine alone.

looking over the distant clouds
seeing past the shiny stars
visions blurred by the bright sunshine
ambitions destroyed.. left with scars
my thoughts are mine..and mine alone.

Cheers
VJ

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Inside out.

Words defy the freedom to show
the turmoils that lay within
its only when you get upclose
that you can feel the real sin.

There have been instances in the past
when running away seemed justified
there have been people before
who could not help and tried.

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Flying High.

Poetic stories always give you that warm tingling feeling with touching details and moralistic viewpoints..grew up on a high dose of those literary pieces actually.
Its my first attempt at this type of work and I feel I have done justice to the concept.

see for yourself and enjoy..

           FLYING HIGH

The skies were gay the sun was due
twas early morning and birds they were few
There was this pigeon who hath no clue
it was so lonely he didn’t knew.

It liked to fly high up in the sky
The places where other pigeons couldn’t try
He wanted to be above them all
and in the process lead them all.

Through the years he tried so hard
to scale the skies like pack of cards
Left his family for his burning desire
He had no priority above this fire

The journey began with many friends
who passed many a curves and bends
Race was what he called this spree
and others were just rivals he’d see.

Many a times he lost his will
confused and tired and forsaken
His goals were blurred with desires to see
the lights of wonder and the dark blue sea.

He met a dove by the way
Who flew as low as it could at day
reasons unknown and no idea of a goal
the bird was just trying to play.

Up and up he flew
with rivals becoming few and true
He lost the track of time
He was just nearing his prime.

with all his might he tried to fly
to leave the others below his sky
there was no end he saw to this race
and gently his heart began to ache.

he went on without so much a heart
he had to win he had to prove
to others who weren’t there to approve
to the one’s who only sat in a grove.

and when he finally was the only bird in the sky
ecstatic he was and he was high
and as he looked down for others
he saw no one to look after his feathers.

He was tired he could fly no more
He needed help when they weren’t anymore
He was only trying to win
It was a folly it was a sin.

Cheers
VJ

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Tongue-tied and Twisted .

A very beautiful song indeed, came across this piece few days back.

Centers around the magic of flying and man’s penchance at that..lovely connotations and implicit style of writing makes for a highly provoking and inspiring song..

Read it for yourself..

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension thats learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

Theres no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i

Courtesy: Pink Floyd

There was a hope I had before.

The skies were dark
The moon lay hidden
I was in tears
With brows alas heavy lidden.

There was a hope I had before
There was this dream that arose furore
I had no inkling,no idea not a ping
Why it touched me why did it cling?

I had to go and move away
I had to turn my head away
But the more I tried the more it lay
the rustic imaginations that i couldn’t slay

And in my dreams there was a boy
Who rode a boat by the danuby
the skies were filled with stars that shone
over the eyes of my righteous clone.

He hath no tears he hath no fears
he was free to be with his peers
there was something he wanted to say
in his eyes were reasons of clay.

You live to live the way you see
the lights of wonder and the odysee
why then are the men so blind
to the people, and to the grind.

He who cares for the people’s mandate
he who serves no view on the plate
he is the one you need to see
he can only be made free.

When the world strives for growth
when the men long for wealth
the purpose of soul is defeated
the meaning of life, cheated.

There was a hope i had before
there was a way I was so sure…

Cheers
VJ

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A novice attempt at poetry.

 Well, its 5 in the morning and i have this sudden urge to try my hands at the beautiful and expressing art of poetry, cant say for sure though, if the piece that follow qualifies to be one..hehe…

neways i believe you don’t need experience to write a touching story or a descriptive poem for that matter. Its a cumulative result of impromptu thoughts and wild imaginations coupled with a decent vocabulary to drive away the demons of rhymes and cases.

A novice attempt as it is, I have taken pains to leave all of my thoughts aside, so the content is mainly random and only a literature buff would be able to find the gist in this, enlighten me the moment any of you do so I can really understand myself!!

Ya Ya I know ur dying to take a look at the poem and feel the enchantment that comes with it, unintentionally but definitely..[:D]

It goes like this….

Beyond the distant horizons

under the expanse of seas

over the heights of success

as old as the trunk of trees.

the lights that wander

the darkness entwined

the reasons are darker

with imaginations blind.

the dawn comes to the rescue

the stars become your shrine

the failure grows apathy

a man fails to shine.

is this all that is in the world

shallows that change your mind

has the emotions been forsaken

to make up for the grind.

where do you stand

i ask again and again

where can you be

just you and you again.

the longings, the desires

the penchance and the ires

a part of you the whole of you

you gotta believe if it’s true.

Your feedback is of no use to me but then comments are something that drive people to write and blogging is actually connecting (thru comments and feedback, if you are wondering) !!

Leave aside a note or two if you appreciate the art. The poem is well ahead of its age , I know , but then so am I. Read it again if you wanna be thr with me too..Duh.