The first picture is by me and the second picture is by my friend Shashi.
This bird means a lot to me. Took its picture, forgot that i captured a Kingfisher. After a year, i go crazy for this bird; hunt, push myself beyond my limits. Find it. Capture it. A year later i realize to this date that i had captured a Kingfisher with ease, just that i didn’t recall that fact.
There seems to be this question in my head
There seems to be an urge
For all the fears that i have fed
There seems to be this great divide, this philosiphical purge
The need to splurge
The need to beg
For another scotch peg
The thirst, the hunger, the lies,the fears
All come down to those few last tears
Dropping from the innocent
Don’t make a contribution but atleast give them a cent
Give them something that they don’t have to rent
This is how i vent
When i’m purplexed inside
These are the rules with which i abide
I spit out these charred words
To end the confusion
To end the starvation
To end all things that contain information
Peace Peace Peace is the new defination
Of a secret war inside, thats defamation
An information act, an organization
Conceiling the fact of obliveration
When will it all end, when will the war end?
What will we do when we have nothing to defend?
I find myself standing on the sea rubble at night. The moon seems to be generous enough to give me some light to search. But what am i searching for? A pearl ready to shine once taken out of the oyster? Or some rare ocean treasure buried below the ocean floor breaking loose and drifting its contents to the shores? Such materialistic personifications do not matter to me. Its windy and i have a big coastline to cover. The beach is empty but yet i walk on the water with the prickling stones to make me think better. Comfort never led anyone anywhere! I see the beautiful waves covering the cold wet sand, massaging them for they have withstood the heat during the day. The stars shine bright tonight, truly the original diamonds in the sky! The wind tries to push me to the sand but i resist such an offer. I have a pouch where i collect the lovely shells, nothing but shards of the history of old. Each shell has been in the million years in the making and has its own unique story, much like the living organisms in this planet with its different identity,ideology and purpose. The shells rattle as i walk. The tide is less even with the moon out, something strange about today i suppose. I feel tired, so i rest on my knees on the rubble, there seems to be no presence of pain now. I look at the schools of fish as they rejoice the presence of the moon in the sky lighting their homes in the dark. They are at peace, stationary not like their usual self during the day. Some fish come and tickle my feet. Its time for me to rest. The ever great full Coconut trees provide good nourishment. All the animals seem to be sleeping comfortably with their families in the forest behind me. I have made my home on the beach. I have everything what i need to survive. But with such a paradise that exists in this domain, i wait for another human being bring balance to this system, a better half. For i search for no signs of wreckage or dead bodies. I wait for that deserving person to be fit to live on this Island. To complete the lost kingdom.
I sleep in this cold covered bed staring at the darkness.
I see nothing but these strange objects floating in the abyss in front of me, which makes me feel less alone.
I sleep with an empty heart but with a heavy head
Searching for that not shown
Sinking in this comforting bed
I think of the people that matter to me the most
To their beautiful life i give them a big toast
No envious feeling of any kind
But i linger on to these memories in my mind.
They give me hope
When there is none
Having to question “why?”
Is the sole reason for us to strive on
And find the answer and have our battle won.
I need a talking to tell to
But i can’t find them handful few
Seeing what lies the next day
Can i burst out with these emotions
Can i see that
My tears can’t find a way