HELDIN

'contd....

people beside being great musician are logophile,their love for words are so profound that even the normal conversation is  quite poetic ....years before i remember on my way to silbouaplait , i  met one  silbouaplaitian   who seemed introvert,  while walking in woods ,we were met by a feeble wind  .we sat under the tree to rest ...i decided to take a nap but i found that man lost ..,lost in his world..i wondered and asked ..then he replies

                      the winds blowing from west....
                      palpates the beautiful leaves...
                      and tree dances on rhythm of wind...
                      soothing travelers eyes...
                      when it touches my beautiful sweetheart...
                      blows her hair .....
                      more her beauty glows ...
                      as if her hair dances over ....
                      captivate my souls, far beyond my reach....

wow, i was awestruck, seriously i never noticed it ,and for moment i wondered  about this man ,i never thought he could say that so beautifully,  especially from man  who seems so cold.Out of curiosity i just asked how can do this ?do this in the sense umm....? so fast?  now with biggest curve on his face he said, we learned it ,learned ?,"observe ,compare,feel..........'words are beautiful,just make it expressive'..".that last line caught me "make it expressive",and now with biggest smile over my face i can say i do play with words though am not well versed in it....

                              white,blue,white and blue
                              walls facing content eyes..
                              empty room,empty table
                               round full,round and full
                             food makes my tummy full..
                          in empty room ,in empty table

this one is the recent of my writings.thanks to that man he motivated me..
                             
                   
                                 
                             
           

HELDIN

"THIS IS A BRAVE STORY ......IT  HAS WARS,LOVE,SACRIFICE, VILLAIN....AND A MAIN  PROTAGONIST ..........IS SAME YET DIFFERENT"

Blood sheds ,lifeless  body , dusty atmosphere, concoction of sound -pain,anger,hatred,fear , filled this land ....The land of king optius .

 "sil-bou-splait."   the country known in all the world as country of peace,Ruled by the legendary heroes i.e his father the late king schedulus,his great grandfather the late king lebles  whom optius is proud of  being the 23 years in line. "sil-bou-splait  is my heart , you my people are my soul" ,this is how he always addresses his people, but after that he goes like... i had chicken in the breakfast today,yes!chicken my cook pituro brought it for me,he then grins and searches for piturio his cook from corner of his eyes, then after sometimes if he cant get him he calls like a insane man pituro ! pituro ! ....untill his chief soldier  in command gets pituro...and he  then starts addressing pituro .This is pituro my cloth ,he is strong,intelligent,faithfull and....er....he thinks and then people all over says brave...ahh..yes! thank you my fellas..and hugs pituro...and then continues  this man ..seriously this man makes me increase one pound everytime i eat his meal..and now am of 200 pounds i.e in  one year i  have gained 40 pound ...and seriously my queens loves me the way i look  hahahaha....then people follows by hahaahh.....then he continue with lunch .., his queen and then dinner till bed....then again ends with  "sil-bou-splait  is my heart , you my people are my soul"...this wasn't a normal routine if it was so then the people would have stopped working because it takes a whole day to listen and by now every one knows about the kings speech by heart,because its the same speech all the time just that his weight figures is changing  ...increasing  the concern for physicians  because the king is just  4ft 9 inches tall.....The king have good humor don't he? 

 The rules was what makes the 'silbousplait'  appealing  than rest of world.Because it have no rules yes! no rules .The whole country follows one philosophy in THE THREE OATH

                    "TAKING THINGS  THAT'S NOT YOURS IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH"

                    "LYING  WILL MAKE YOU DUMB"

                    "YOU FIGHT YOU GET KILLED"

                  

so when anybody  attains an age of 12 the are made to take vows of  "  The Three oath". And for the  convenience  "THE THREE OATH " are to painted or written on every door in the country even the palace doors, no rules is a Utopian concept that may not seem realistic but  here in "silbousplait" it works.the last incident anybody found guilty was a  man name halous who was found  lying  and sadly his tongue was cut off that was about  five years back. Anybody wishing to see his tongue can  visit "the museum of criminal" were still now halous tongue is preserved in a glass beneath which a stone carved with "LYING WILL MAKE YOU DUMB":-Mr halous.

king optius and all his attendants love arts especially the art of dancing.and the king himself is one of the best belly dancer people all over the country come to see him do belly dancing.The queen herself is no less  ..no wonder they are perfect match .The walls of everyone well decorated,the rooms well  furnished,as a day break everyone goes to their works well as night falls lavish and exquisite meals fills every table music, dance everywhere. As the moon is at brightest at midnight  a traveler passing by cannot pass by without having a second glace over this city, like a diamond vibrant it shines

                                                                                                                                             contn..

BREATHLESS

                                                
The sight that fills…

the eyes that twinkle…
the heart that flutters……
like a, traveler in a deserted land ,finds water…
the weary eyes sees a person long forgotten…….
Like a autumn wind blowing the leaves…..
Thou love that shines….
Deep rooted ,deep seated……
Somewhere thy cant find
May be ones soul……
Person unknown…, unbound to it…
Atrociously denies its presence…..

For a person who feels…
Knows the best……
Life is a or-gamy….
Whether its west or north winds…..
The flight that test….
One’s soul….
For the fact lies…..
Today or tomorrow…
All we need is …..
Happily ever after….



A Fairy tale that never ends……
AS I see him now……
A visage that distinguishes….
The tongue that chatters…..
All in one remain breathless….!
Maybe he is the one ..

Who makes me BREATHLESS……..

just an inch away

                                             

underneath the same sky,where me and my shadow lie.....
miles away does he....
under  the sparkling stars,shinning moon...
all that  sunken eyes seek's....
pleasure ,happiness he finds in it ......
barren land his bed............
with nothing on .............
still he sleeps in  peace.....
And here i lay.......
 feathery soft bed,woolen blanket .........
to  cover self.....yet!
sleep seems miles, miles, away............

As Mr,sun calls for the day .......
For me,For him the calling is all the same....
my sleepy eye's lay blank....
But he,far away sets...
sanguinely for the day....
for i search happiness in unrealistic  material.....
still unhappy i lay....
But he contended with pebbles,rocks on shore.....
smiles,laugh ...happiness in and out...


Anger ,jealousy,hatred,envy...
Fills and kills the goodness of my soul
awake, but still asleep...
full daylight yet! in dark
pretending convening in darkness i lay....
but in land miles miles away..
i see him...
Goodness of soul reaching bliss...
whose sincerity,acceptance,joy of living his Armour...
killing the darkness...
In dark sky ,like a moon he shines...
 beautiful ,elegant,confidence he stays..

piano,bass, flute................
harmoniously blended creates an enchanting music...
listening ,closing my eyes ,i hear.....
Yet!fails to calm the tempest of my soul......
chirping birds,whispering tree,buzzing bees....
with perfectly blended nature's scent...
whimsical his soul..
no regret, no expectation he lay.......
peaceful as a clear sea..

Admist all happiness,unhappy i lay...
Admist all unhappiness,smile on face he stays...
For everything different ..Yet! the same..
Under same blue sky we shove....
same sun that  wakes the lazy souls....
brevity  lies the same...
and as death calls....
everything get over...
suddenly i see him...
lying next to me.....
Just an inch away.............

past is important

                                     

 you  say , forget past ......
 sorry i cant.....
words describes action the best....
not the feelings ...
feelings of a shattered dream,unrequited love...
the tales of broken heart...
the past is what made me who i m now...
strong,free,visioned,focused...
all that person need to be....

you say,focus on future...
sorry i cant...
intricate feelings that mesmerized ..
the  heart,of a hot blooded soul...
to get nothing ,yet lost all
for which,the tears that  fills..
on the eyes that once twinkled...
forgetting seems insane...
dumb stuck by action i lay...


past do matter....
sometimes it don't....
bringing out best in you ....
like a phoenix one may rise...
yet! as the past knots the living soul...
unleashing seems harder....
destruction of oneself seems easier....
accept  the past ,focus on future..
live in present ...
EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR GOOD:)

THE DAY IN A YEAR

                                   
chirping birds that flaunts over the morning dawn...
whimpering bushes to furious roaring stream that flows....
creating acoustic morning alarm....
falling rain that fills dry land long forgotten..
tapping near the window..
waking a lazy soul.....
suns warmth that kills the long winter y cold...
as the heat reaches my tiny feet...
alas!i lose  and wake up in cold winter y day....
clock strike...,
seconds turn into minutes hour followed by....
until  the blue carpet of my love shove....
rhythmic symphony of dogs howl....
virtual life a tales of human miseries,agonies,brevity lies in front of my eyes.....
as calmness of night fills with invisible joy or a sadness nothing to do with myself.....
a sheer waste of time  still.....
mind that controls habituated seeks it....
as  the rounding clock alarms....
dreamy eyes faces ,wall  "a secret holder".
revealing the truth to thing lifeless...
the tempest mind calms down...
thus i close my weary eyes....
preparing to go.....
land far beyond....
were m the king ....
GOODNIGHT....

melancholia

                                                 

shaping dreams, shaping lives.....
living admist yes and nos,do's and dont....
times goes on...
leaving nothing but .....
memories to cherish ....
memories to regreat....
nothing last forever ....
a fact that i knew...
reality rested on a peak of lies....
judging myself ....
as if something might change...
convincing myself ...
as if everything is great...
introspection myself getting hard...
more i realize more lonesome it feels....
laughter with no happiness.....
smile with tears within me...
walking alone ad mist group...
music brings no joy...
dancing  gives no pleasure
seriously...i got it...
 the call of "melancholia"