Dumbfounded…

And a desire anew has breathed in a first,
For in lieu of a lost moment,
Has been quenched my love’s thirst.

The wilful breeze blew some broken petals your way,
And you turned your gaze upon me,
‘Twas ecstatic, how my heart did sway.

Life till now was a journey but for this instant,
When an epiphanic feeling filled me,
Life’s liveliness was this fulfilled want.

The breeze passed without much ado,
And I was scared for what I’d lose,
But you smiled, pacing up my pulse’s flow.

A prayer went up, as fervent as I could muster,
Surprised at how weak I felt,
Needing cosmic strength, from my supposed Father.

I looked up frantic, hoping to hasten the loan,
To plead with my expectant eyes,
Ready, suddenly, for all my sins, to atone.

‘Twas too late, I guess, You’d heard not,
For my eyes had now met her gaze,
She spoke, and I was devoid of every thought.

Chimes, bells and maybe strings of harps resounded,
My understanding stumbling and failing,
Confused, a ‘Hello’ I said, dumbfounded.

A Fluttery Thing, The Heart

A fluttery thing called the heart,
Bewildered, confused most times,
Hither thither does it dart.

To wild bouts of fancy is it addicted to,
And to the mind it scant does listen,
For its whims are born of the blue.

For a brief moment but it stilled the day past,
When its windows, the brazen eyes fell upon you,
And that minute, that mo, felt eternal to last.
This brazen heart…

The Headroom Story

Now, how should I begin? Well, everyone reading this post (or completely unaware that it even exists) would agree on a fact that we all (mostly) listen to one or the other genre of music. Some of us going into the richer instruments and vocal details, others preferring the nether ends of lows and yet many finding a healthy balance across genres.

Primarily, we would be listening to music on our PCs, portable media players, CD players and some really exotic ones would still be using cassettes and vinyls. The music would be played on these devices but what my post is about, is the output of the music. Yes, speakers and headphones.

I still recall the days when my first source of music was the voice of my mother, singing hymns in Sanskrit. Most of the words then, went over my head, I agree. But the onomatopoeia and alliteration (terms I could only ‘feel’ then, till I came to know of stylistic aspects in poetry) in the hymns had me enamored. In my lisping babble, I had started to repeat what I heard and soon had the hymns by heart, sans the advanced meanings, of course. A musical expedition ahead

Thou art dark, thou art deep, thou art life…

Deep tissue decomposing as the blood thins out
in the vessels that serve but as mere channels
for the traversing pride and ego.

Intellect falling to pieces as the race for knowledge
speeds up every passing mundane moment,
throttling down and arresting the development,
of values we barter, the moral leverage.

The flow of time doesn’t rescind,
the stains of evil in us disciplined,
for the brains have come to rot,
and of conscience, there’s barely a thought.

We commute daily in the paths of breaths,
painted in shades of eupneic harmony,
hiding the cold and creepy canvas beneath,
of dried, anaemic skin corrupted by strife.

That’s life.

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Kim Kardashian doesn’t realize she’s the butt of an old racial joke

Kaushik Mohanty:

Wow, that was something I could never even guess. Thanks to the author, I got a new perspective to this recent Kim K photo shoot.

Originally posted on theGrio:

Last night, social media was flooded with images of Paper Magazine’s Winter 2014 cover featuring Kim Kardashian’s glistening posterior. The response was both explosive and polarizing. Some rolled their eyes and complained “I’m so tired of seeing her naked. She’s a mother! Put some clothes on” while others applauded her boldness and sex appeal.

Regardless of how you felt about the spread or the Kardashians in general, one thing was very clear: Paper Magazine set out to break the internet, a fact they proudly declared from the jump. And they may have very well succeeded, but at what cost?

First off, those of you declaring that these pictures are “history-making” need to chill out. There is nothing new or even original about this spread…

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Now and Anon

Found a flimsy breath to hold on,
In a shell of flesh and bone.
As moments to months changed,
Life’s bent on being avenged.
Found a flimsy breath to hold on,
Oh, the time now and anon.

Words and wisdom stumbled upon,
But the essence of it all was gone.
Trying to fit in though a stranger I be,
Hugging chains instead of staying free.
Words and wisdom stumbled upon,
Oh, the time now and anon.

Time will be as it was anon