THE GOLDEN COMPASS

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PROLOGUE: We're always hoping that if we do the right thing,the right way, we'll be rewarded  but what if there is no such invisible rule. What if Life is Just life...not an example that we need to make something out of.
What if we have all been misguided by phrases like "Follow your heart" and "Everybody has a destiny".
Just What IF!!


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Be the Captain’ of your soul I was told

And I decided to sail on the waters with nothing but pure courage

With just the compass in my hand I decided to stand in the seasons of hot sun and shivering cold

I took the helm and burst out of the normalcy’s  ‘cage’

I proclaimed "I AM my own Captain, I AM the navigator of my life"

The ship’s sails are up; the anchors away and I could write my own story

Wrestling with the wind and cajoling the waters, getting through every strife

Each and every turn will be either MY folly or MY very own glory

The wind’s howling throws scares into my heart every day

The water's ferocious growling breaths ghosts of doubt into my mind, triggering regrets

But the powerful image of what I want to be washes it all away

The strength of the “dream” is much too bigger to succumb to empty threats

Instead, I sing joyfully in the painful tones of my hunger

I dance blissfully with the tired scaled feet of my slaving

I clap rejoicing each turn with bruised hands as each day gets longer

Each tone ,each step,each bruise is part of my story in the making

As I finally see my path, to truly believe it --the map I fervently clasp;

I’ll be seeing my dream come true soon, Ahhhh!! I am near it.

There is nothing like this feeling, knowing that your dream is within your grasp

I could almost taste it…I could almost hold it

How the wind felt against the arc of my ear

How my hair flew like a Lioness does while reaching for its prey

How my hands trembled at the wheel both with urge and fear

How my heart kept beating faster, uncontrollably; going astray

I scrambled for my maps, yes! It was supposed to be here, I’m here i am finally here

And there was NOTHING. The map must be wrong! I needed an affirmation

 The mad mind kept hoping my dream would materialize out of thin air, for the maps were clear

I frantically reached for the compass,I knew it had always showed me the right direction

That particular minute’s every infinitesimal detail will last with me for a lifetime
I'll never forget The diabolical black waters gushing and  flooding into my dream of an Eden
The boom in my ears with thunders of painful memory of shattered hope and laughs of destiny's devilish crime.

As i saw that The Beautiful Golden Compass, in my hand, the direction of my life--was broken.

               

Do Not Resuscitate

{ Prologue : A legal form to respect the wishes of a patient not to undergo CPR or advanced cardiac life support  if their heart were to stop.}

{A relationship's monologue }

When do you know its over?

When do you stop being a pushover?

When do you stop pushing yourself into the same dark ditch

When do you realize it’s the same wound,and once again you need a stitch

Wrapped around by astronomical ego,The individualistic mess

The bubble is bound to burst  from the twin obsessions’ coarseness

Under the human tendencies of infidelity and mistrusts

Under the pressure of seeking constant childish attention,it rusts

Life in its twisted sense of humor finds love,that one sunny-dark soul

People with innate mad urge of masochism,start exhausting their hearts as embers of coal

I am formed in painful devilish delight  and a sweet tingling torment

Too hard to let go,too painful to relent

They are too demanding ,They  are  too harsh

They want lovely lilies and dandy daffodils in the marsh

They ask for sunflowers and a blue-moon at once

I’m meek yet I’m strong; I survive on this strange precarious balance

I know love’s dark magic;blinded and dumb,I still embark

When the whole world is rejoicing for an event I find myself in the dark

Because of the exchange of harsh words,and for the things said

I am hurt more by the the things that are hidden and that remain unsaid

When the light is fading away,I don’t panic about the dark instead I crave

I walk in far too deep;I relish the strange high of being in the imposing cave

But then;My feet have cracked from walking on too many thorns

My ears  scaled from ignoring far too many blaring foghorns

I  know I cant stay any longer in this darkness

All the previous sweet nothings have evaporated into nothingness

Constantly hurt by the truth and pulling myself up

I’m  done gulping down the bitter bullets unconsciously and waking up

And so next time I’ll be ready with a smile on my face for your gambit

I’ll relish that one last love lash,that one last blinding bullet

With my chin held high ,just to show that I tried,each time even  harder

But each and every time you only made me weaker and far weaker

And all that was ignited has been extinguished again and again

I’m done waking with a shock back into life with your conceited love’s bargain

I've bled and you each delighted in your own egoistic triumphs,and you still are

But I’m done, I’m done now and I've signed my DNR

Woman

{Inspired from and Dedicated to Amma,on her B'day}

Many a thorn were laid in your path
By God, by us, by others but you never showed your wrath
Nor did you escape it by taking a bypath
Instead you made yourself stronger living through that bloody bath

You’re the true personification of earth
Can we ever know your heart’s depth?
How does it love so? How does it love so?
Even after all that we put you through, how does it still love us so?

We never knew you were in shambles
For you smiled through all your struggles
You hold your Love’s hand tighter than ever, every time that he crumbles
Never letting your face show sadness or anxieties’ crinkles

You’re the true personification of universe
Can we ever know your mind’s expanse?
How does it bear so? How does it bear so?
Even after all that we put you through, how does it still bear us so?

You chose a Man who can cross the oceans for you

He is your partner in every sense of it, standing true

Your love can make the immortal lovers gleam with pride

Whatever tiring times life has to offer, with him you defied

You’re the true personification of galaxy
Can we ever attain your love’s potency?
How does it linger on so? How does it linger on so?
Even after all that life has put you through, how does it still linger on so?

You came out of cancerous blues
you pulled us out of every fiscal ruse
you instilled in us forgotten subtle values
you give and give, never do you say no by just finding an excuse

You’re the true personification of God’s apple
Can we ever know your soul’s eternal giving, a riddle?
How does it continue so? How does it continue so?
Even after all that we put you through how does it continue so?

You’re that grain of sand that holds in it the life of yesterday
You’re that drop of rain that holds in it the ripples of today
You’re that beam of sun that holds in it the reason for morrow
You’re a Phenomenon-yesterday, today, tomorrow!

You’re a True Phenomenon!

Life through Prism

I want to realize every sentiment the world has to offer me

The beauty of a new place in its earthy nakedness

The complexities of nature in its sensual wilderness

The inexplicable challenges of motherhood

The allure of Faith and its ambrosial food

I want to explore the extremities of human emotions

The unreasonable anger against a sinner’s sneering clout

The nagging soreness of self-questioning, reaping a dangerous doubt

The unapologetic triumph over it through striking artistry

The continual undying passion in the pursuit of quality

I want just a whiff of what all is out there

The inanity of leading a life in recklessness

The helplessness and desperation in sickness

The paranoia of never finding Love

The insecurities of my shortcomings growing into a mangrove

I want to be able to say I’ve experienced everything!

The burning shame in failure that plunges me into an abyss

The unabashed pride in meeting my luscious success

The nostalgia of past with its many a flavored seasons

The excitement of future for its numerous enigmatic reasons

I want to fight every inferior feeling by living through them

The stings of jealousy towards that prettier girl

The ghosts of depression leading me into a downward whirl

The aches of uncertainty before it clots me in its frost

The mazes of misery before I completely get lost

I want to taste every Infinitesimal feeling that is humanly possible

The pangs of estrangement

The pleasures of love in its entanglement

The bitterness of loss

The sweetness of friendship in it’s guiding ethos

I want to decipher every heart beat of mine

The deep urge to hold someone

The strangling eagerness to say I love you to ‘The One’

The delicious hope of someone’s kiss

The impatience to fervently hug someone and sink in it’s Bliss!

I want to live it all

Not a life in prison, in the trappings of monotony’s pliers

But a life that shines through the prism in countless colors

From life when I’m released, from this world when I’m absolved

At The Gates of Heaven, I want to say “I HAVE LIVED!”

Faith

“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is like an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.” 
― Mahatma Gandhi

The Brahmin chanted the mantras with intensity

As the multitude of flowers, spread their fragrance

He sprinkled turmeric and rubbed vermilion fiercely

Like those were the defining moments of his existence

In the idol, he could see something more, something more than I could see

For I could just see a sculpture and its creator’s brilliance

But nothing more, that looked like it could answer all my wishes

Then I saw the fakir with his peacock feathers

And many a people in prostration, in utter devotion

With their holy hymns in the mosque,peace flowed in rivers

The believers call it an act of catharsis, a divine Purification,

Their belief was palpable; I stood admiring them and their prayers

I still failed to understand what brought in their gratification

I couldn't find in it,any reply that acknowledges all my wishes

Then I saw the Reverend, a personification of kindness,

Like it was a rare diamond--he held the Bible close to his heart

A smile on his face, he looked like he knew the way to happiness

With a sonorous deep voice, he orchestrated his sermon like Mozart

They were pearls of wisdom, words of simple greatness

Yet, I couldn't find the belief’s source, the core, the start

Nothing that could help me trust that someone will listen to my wishes

What triggers the belief in people? I couldn't help but feel jealous

They've unquestioning trust in an entity, proven only in fables

Just then I saw a young lady offering food to a man, a homeless

His face lit up with an expression of belief! He smiled,like she were a gift of the angels

I realized the faith that stood unwavering inside me, now vociferous

It stood unfailing through genocides, massacres and brutal battles

My every wish can only be granted by the Mankind!
My Belief!! My Faith lies in the mankind!

Too good to be true

When I'm black and blue,
Standing confused without a clue,
Somehow you always find out a way,
Making life look like a child's play,
Your love so true,that it's almost palpable,
What are you!?a figment or a fable?
Shed the disguise!and tell me who really are you?
Cos you're too good to be true,too good to be true

Moments

If eyes meet that's a moment for shyness.
if hands meet that's a moment of closeness.
if lips meet that's a moment of passion.
if hearts meet that's a moment of celebration.

Power of You

I could hear the rain outside,but i would rather hear your heart beat.
I could feel the warmth of the fire in the coldness,but i would rather feel the warmth of you.
I could see the beautiful moonlight,but i would rather be lost in your eyes.
I could be in the best places of the world,but i would rather be in rags with you.
I could be powerful,all on my own,but i would rather be a slave for you.

Masterpiece.

Seen you following my every move, on each step of the way,

The lowering of my eyes as my head tilts and as my hips sway

Made me conscious of my womanliness

Watched me lovingly, like a man, your look fighting away my heart’s loneliness

Your eyes looking at my lips, yearning

Like the desire to taste the forbidden fruit-burning

You made me feel like a masterpiece

Eager to touch with an awe that never seems to cease

Kites!!

Have you seen those two kites?

Soaring high crossing paths, taking bites

Have you seen those little tykes?

Trying to deter one another’s flights

Have you seen those kites’ fights?

Climbing high, then slowing down, teasing. Flirty delights!

Have you seen them fly together into the heights?

Curling around, trying to make a knot of eights

Have you seen them trying to become inseparable within our sights?

Doesn't it remind you of our loving nights?

Curled and snuggled in arms,our waltzing shadows under many a moonlights!

But time has conducted it's rites
pushing us into life's tedious twisted dendrites
My love,look at them fly,look at them fly into the skylights 
Doesn't it make you wish that we were just a couple of kites!

Ah! Just a couple of silly little kites.

The Candle,The letters and The Red Rose

The candle sways about its soft glow,

As the melted wax speaks in sorrow

The promises, the kisses, and the dances in the light of its halo

All extinguished! Nothing left but thin lingering fumes of memories

The stack of letters rustled,

Speaking of their importance, they bustled

The dreams, the scents, and the imaginations it housed

All dusty! Nothing left but traces of inky words of memoirs

The long-stemmed old red rose trembled wearily,

Voicing her momentous part in the love story

The smile, the proposal, and the “yes” it boasted of, as its own victory

All withered! Nothing left but shades of redness of loving reminisces

The candle, the letters and the rose stranded on the desk of teak

Three little things, carrying the eternal signs of love on each cheek

The trust, the faith and the love, they orchestrated to the peak

All remained! Indeed nothing had left! The lovers still lived in these souvenirs

In the candle’s glory, the still kissed and danced

In the letters’ hum, they still imagined and dreamed

In the rose’s quiver, they still chuckled and smiled

Lovers live on, their love mingles into everything. Never dies. It lives on and on!