Apocalypse Of Life's Song

She gathered strength, played the violin with all her might
blocking flow of tears with her hands; geared up
for she knew it was life's last fight.

It had to be a masterstroke
Overwhelmingly; she moved the bow
with a heavy heart & slight tears, she was broke.

The prelude suffered from fatal lyrics
melancholic symphony
astrayed harmony
even improvisations added to unwanted mix.

The struggle was inevitable & apparent
with unmatched notations
& forced conglomerations
the unpreparedness was blatant.

The beats were dark & painful
the chords tangled
the leads misguided
The bass, the treble were dreadful.

The chorus was chaotic all along
there were broken instruments & the crescendo
towards the dead end, she walked slow
the wishes buried & heart hollow
emotions subdued & sound mellow
it was apocalypse of her life' s song.

-Prateek (the emotion-er)

The Shadow that was....

                                                                 The Lonely Shadow




It was dark, black and a rare foe
Darkness in low light,
miserable in twilight,
extinct in day light
fortunately; it was a shadow

The shadow was shabby
Fortunately; the details were not revealing.

The shadow was sinful
Fortunately; it had no soul.

The shadow had wounds
Fortunately; it was clear from the outset.

The shadow had a sad face
Fortunately; the tears were not visible.

The shadow was offensive
Fortunately; it had no one to defend from.

The shadow was selfish
Fortunately. it had no friends.

The shadow had no purpose
Fortunately, it had no goals.

It was humble, silly and a black outline
Rising from light
Moving towards darkness
that helpless shadow
Unfortunately; it was mine.

- Prateek (the emotion-er)

A Flying Kite

A Kite has always amused me. Its amazing how a piece of paper flies up above controlled by just a slender thread. Up in the winds, through the clouds and amongst the birds; it sails over the blue skies so undisturbed. Wish we could fly like a kite in the peaceful atmosphere far above from the sorrows of the Earth.

Tossed up in the sky

they fly high;

They swoop, they swirl

round and around they go

Sometimes high, Sometimes low;

With the arms outstretched & sails set

far above terraces & trees

they soar high.

Moment Of Innocence

When my heart drew my dream...

                                                                  "What I dreamt"

When my heart drew what I dreamt, the picture was something like this. The elements, the matter and the materials, though, are abstract but they are linked together in some manner only my Self knows. The image speaks out my soul's experiences and desires.

-Prateek (the emotion-er)

Tuesday Tale

On a windy and overcast day in a small village Ranikhet in India, there was some hustling going on. Some children of age group between 8-17 were seen running in different directions. Moments later it was a complete silence. Seemed as if they were swallowed by the tree trunks or swayed by the winds or buried deep under the valley. Somehow they all disappeared. After awhile, a small figure came running through. Against the wind, his small but fast paced steps were looking for a refuge. He ran fast; too fast to notice anything but fast enough to beat the "beast" chasing him. He now looked for a place to hide, to catch his breath, to plan his next move, to look for alternatives. He saw a dugout on his right, ran towards it and threw himself in it. Hiding in there he waited for his breath and his ears were wide open to keep himself wary of any danger. He knew the "enemy" can be here anytime. All he wanted was not let the enemy see him. Otherwise it will be the end of all this. In the distance, a girl screamed 'oh no!'. "Another one caught" he realized. He was getting more nervous and looking for some other place as this place was not safe anymore. Panically he jumped out and went in between the two parallel walls. 'Is it safer?' He asked in despair. He was sweating, despite the wind, and shivering with fear. All the optimism was getting lost in the eternity and he was wondering if he could have done anything else: may be kept running or getting in a cottage up the mountains and hiding in a closet. Trying to be comfortable behind the walls, he mistakenly pushed away a stone with his leg. That sound broke the silence. That made him more frightful as it gave enough evidence of his presence. He knew he can get caught any moment. Sweating, shivering he now started taking even shorter breaths, to remain unnoticed. He heard steps behind him. With a lump in the throat, he started turning. Before he could turn, a prominent voice called "Gotcha!". And the hide and seek game came to an end.

A Cold Shower+Winters+Bare Body = A cold shock

Ever got under running cold water in a winter season with bare chest? I'm sure you all must have. The small bullet like water drops seek their way towards you as if they will kill you in cold blood. No matter how much you are prepared, they strike you as you were never ready for it. And when they touch you, your response is so involuntary. The adrenaline rushes through your veins. The volcano erupts. Your breath gasps as if you're chasing upwards, on a mountain, a piece of paper which is going even upwards with the wind. The coldness can be felt on every cell of your skin. It leaves shivering in the depths of your bones. It's just you and your pausing-on-every-second breath. You could hear you heart pounding so loud as if yelling to you why you had to do this. You try to catch your breath only to realize that it will need a marathon effort.
So uncomfortable. So intolerable. A cold shock.