30 Jan 2010

Elsewhere - Sequel

Posted by Oblivion in General | 12:19am


I was told Elsewhere was as dismal as it could get. Dismal or not, the take was very simple - the bird (it could be a person) is broken. It is here, but it doesn't belong here. Its heart and soul are elsewhere. It longs to be there, but it can't be there, for some reasons. It is compelled to be here, but it knows it isn't here. There's no escape from this harsh fact. Everything comes to a rest. Existential crisis. A life in limbo. When the statement "life sucks" becomes the ultimate truth.

Anyways, it had a good side - a friend, who teaches at Banaras Hindu University, shared the following poems written by students. The first few lines suggest why the friend thought these were fitting to share.

when you get time just read this -
somewhat looks like your oeuvre -
morose, pessimistic, down in dumps
'uffff yeh life!'  variety of poems-
 
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Metallic fog
Has wound itself around
Each one of us
Caught in its opaque grasp
We go through our lives
Hearing dimly
Feeling even less
When we hold out our arms
Hoping to connect
The metal glints
Brutal as mirror
All we can see in it is -
Our own faces
 
A Paean to Postmodern Love
 
Love -
a code sketched in dust
You look away
The wind blows
The pattern shifts
When you look again
You discover it says-
Something else.

- (courtesy, A.S.)

21 Jan 2010

Elsewhere

Posted by Oblivion in Poetry | 4:28pm


A flight, more aimless, never was
As hopeless nothing ever seemed
Stricken by endless pain
The bird had to fly, nonetheless

Lifeless, what else life is
When reduced to a pointless run
Gazed by the heartless grief
And clasped by faceless fetters

Flying here, yet not here
Heart and soul elsewhere
Heaven, this quite is not
Better is hell than this

Strangled tight by listless days
Cursed to a reckless fall
Tormented by sleepless nights
Sucked into a bog, depthless

A wordless quiet overwhelms
A flawless exit, happiness makes
And then, the colorless dusk
Fades into a moonless night

Flying here, yet not here
Heart and soul elsewhere
Heaven, this quite is not
Better is hell than this

Languid and sapless its wings
Deliverance, a useless pursuit
Wringed by anguish, ceaseless
As mirthless moments mock

Awaits the ruthless world 
To kill the fateless bird
As it is rendered helpless
By destiny most merciless

Flying here, yet not here
Heart and soul elsewhere
Heaven, this quite is not
Better is hell than this