Corporate Cocoons

                                                

Skyscrapers shadowing Sunrises

City lights fading star twinkling 

Monsoon soil’s aroma

being wrapped up by the concrete canvas

Cutting down trees of shade

Shipping down pride through trade

In containers, we grow Bonsai

As air conditioners, we have Sansui

Nature’s musical nuances

Dampened n drowned in 

Next door’s death metal nuisance

Living in the doldrums of Real---Unreal

Rain we get wet

Sun we get tanned
Breeze we get frizzy

As the ‘Relishing Romanticism’ resting in peace

We, corporate cocoons

Ceiling our souls in graves

Gifting future a vanishing nature.

-Ram.

Before being a Valentine……………..

                Dec 21st –doomsday, Jan 1st –New Year and Feb 14th – Valentine’s Day, the three popular dates of the recent times of the present generation. For a generation which believes that ‘ the Identity lies in the brand of an inch and half synthetic strap in a low waist outfit; A generation listening to Bob Marley in their I-pods, wearing a tee of Che Guevara ( not bothering to know what he was) smoking Hookahs and cigars relating themselves to those legends, believing themselves to be Rebels ( without a cause) where the causes are always gone with the wind.   

                The generation of gadget freaks , believing more in ‘machines’ than ‘emotions’, where social media like Facebook and Whatsapp define their mutual trust, also the suspicion starters. The technical apps and their flaws playing pivotal role in causing breaches in the relations, which are based on fragile pillars of suspicion and insecurities.

                A generation so particular of its own space and privacy, not only having issues with elders of generation gap but also among their peers. A generation where you can touch each other’s body but not their mobile phones. A generation where in relations it is okay to know one’s emotions, weaknesses and also their privates but not Passwords. A generation of software slaves and Plastic smiles in the fast food nations burning more fuel than calories, ending up as hippos and then running after Lipos (liposuction). A generation where there is more transparency in the dress, than the words and hearts. A generation where a ‘HERO’ is a jobless guy tailing the gal and ‘The Lady’ is one who shows more skin and curves. A generation whose idealisms are pathetic.

                A consumerist generation where even “Love” has become ready-made with a list of pre-defined actions thwarting thoughts and original expressions to the earth. Finest greeting cards with second hand words of third grade quality, roses, pendants, chocolates, hugs and hangouts, If these are and are the only measuring parameters of Love, then no wonder breaks ups have become so easy.

                As James Joyce said “Love loves to love love. Nurse loves the new chemist…. Jumbo, the elephant, loves Alice, the elephant. Old Mr Verschole with the ear trumpet loves old Mrs Verschoyle with the turned in eye. ………. You love a certain person. And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody ….. ”.

              Love has become such a matter of convenience. A generation which runs out of shops, shopping for ages just to pick a single pair of dress never has the patience to wait for a particular and a right person. If not in the same street, it has to be in the next, if not in the same class, then in the same University. Like so on…conditions are applied* in the race of quick picking up.

              Finally to all those people celebrating ‘Love’ on Feb. 14th, thinking themselves as celebrities, trusting in those plastic emotions and false images which were built out of commercial interests of few business men.

This generation of ours which believes blindly in quality standards like ISO, ASQ certifications, has already lost the common sense and natural abilities of noticing and choosing the quality regarding various elements in our day to day life. We are now in a world of Machines and their emotions, living like a programmed Love Bots (robots)…….!!!

Waiting for the outcast female of the brand new generation………
or
a female who can make me not to bother about the generation and its shortcomings…..!!!

-Ram.

Living with "LOVE”

                                                  

No matter whether u are a theist or an atheist, believed in science of evolution or the story of ‘Adam-Eve’, the Love peeps and pops out with alacrity taking a substantial stand.

Che Guevara says true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love.

The same with the case of the Evolution. Animals neither need roses nor cards. But they do Love . As all roads lead Rome, all types of people end up at loving someone. Sometime.
As told love can be blind, dumb or deaf.

An intellectual Love arises with a gush of words, thoughts. It might deal with literature, poetry, philosophy and psychology. Talking about their last night’s dream of a first kiss, where as the guy comes up with Freud and his interpretation of the dreams that, the action was been expected, making the sub-conscious mind seeding the kiss scene. Whether they meet at Costa to debate on the Politics or Hang out in a beach with different books, it’s all Love.  Listening to Mozart or Vivaldi or some classical Hindustani music, watching a old Goldie Casablanca it’s all Love.    

A Fancy Love, with periodical tons gifts, loads of letters and cards, hang outs at cafes, eyes speaking volumes (without any ‘volume’ :P ( so-called ) ), moonlights or candle lights, strolls in rain, it’s all Love. Daily phone calls and hourly texts which can finally end up in pain, going in vain or striking success preceding with a marriage. It’s a wonderful life, singing in rain and reading Eric Segal’s Love Story, with clasped arms.    

There are also many unsophisticated, or better to tell as a not pre-defined form of Love, or an unrefined form or which do not sound good . There are many couples in many areas of the world, where the man comes back home drunk and beats his wife, and falls asleep getting tired, where she ends up unlacing his shoes and blanketing him. Reality sounds tough, but exists though.

English has just one inadequate word to denote all these different emotions- these bonding, affectionate, needy, nurturing, passionate, painful, desiring, dependent, caring, ecstatic, erotic, romantic emotions and the kinds of relationships that involve them.

The so-called definitions of love, on these social networking sites tell “Love is Trust.”

Love is a concoction of Jealous, suspecting, insecure and a demanding feeling which flutters with many expectations and disappointments.

All the forms of so-called love literature, all the forms of these fancy love quotes can help you while you are in Love, but those times when it breaks your heart, tears rolling down your cheeks , do touch ground.
Love is like seasons. It comes and goes. But I am just a human, no matter of my hormones Dopamines, Serotonins and Oxytocins ( :P) the Sun every day rises on east and the sets on west.  

-Ram.

PreciouS AsheS

In the past days of ours

Thy eyes searching places,

Halting at mine.

Days pass on

While those eyes

Spoke volumes.

Felt your presence

By the warmth

Of your breath.

Felt your pulse

From those clasped arms.

In the times of low

As my childhood teddy,

Your hug awaits, no matter how Nerdy

I was.

In the times of Joy,

Those giggles and goosebumps

Gave us the

Happiness of Napoleon’s Triumphs.

 All those special words on cards

Those emotions tied to

every knots of

those gift packs.

Past days gone Fast.

Comes a time

When those eyes

Turn black and blank.

Veiled in tears

Rolling down pearls.

Comes a time

When those

Priceless presents

Get piled up

Set with fire

Turns into a heap

Of Precious Ashes.

Gone those keepsakes

With the wind.

Few mornings with mournings

Again comes a time.............
when......
-Ram.

LOW

When 'you' were loW

Everything seems high,

Fine with a shine.

Thoughts creep everywhere

Hope drops.

Heart peeps out for a

company.

Hand tends to get locked

in someone’s.

Shrinken bosom

Awaits a Hug.

Legs loose their ground.

Confidence leaning,

Making you relying.

Tears sealed in

Egoistic cocoon bursts.

Rolling down on cheeks.

Comes a Time

When the black ink,

In the dead pot

Gets life out of the Blue,

Falling onto white sheets

Penning down

all those

Clouds of emotions

Realising,

Life is all in your Hands

Right in front of you,

Spreading the plain sheets

Making mosaic of poetic Clusters. 

-Ram.

i'm a biG NOTHING.

         There are many people who write autobiographies.
there are many people who maintain a bed-time diary.

Every one of them feel that they are surely important persons on this round damn Earth.

A little crave for attention and a little more narcissism.

The following few lines also fall under the similar species of ink over a question and a monosyllabic answer…which goes like this :

“What I am ?”

“NOTHING.”

I am very much sure that everyone of us at some point of time might have killed an ant.
Have you ever thought of the lives of them…..?
( if u haven’t taken this as kidding and seriously came up with a honest answer then it would almost sound this way…)

ANS: Small one. Just an Ant, not much important.

( who knows it might be important for its dad, mom, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, granny ants etc……I am telling you I haven’t got any intentions of tickling you people and I am serious of what I am telling.)

 how can dinosaurs and the mythical demons are bad and sinful when we are not…?

Always a LIFE is a LIFE.

If you are feeling low to compare yourself with the life that of an ant, then one can compare with the Nature.
“Now the nothingness makes little sense I guess..!”

We are not born with choice.
We don’t die with a choice.

It’s all the nature of the Nature.

A man standing on a point makes a circle of radius ‘ME’ then a little bigger one with ‘FAMILY’ , then a little more bigger of ‘FRIENDS AND COLLEAGUES’ and  the funny part is that he also assigns one for his hatred making a circle ‘AVOID & ENEMY’ but never any radii of society, Nature, help and concern.

Thinks himself to be a radiant source of centrifugal flow  but craving for an centripetal affection and attention.

Even the family also keeps lots of hopes, expectations, love, affection, emotions, care, sentiment, attachment etc. along with a stack of keep sakes leading to a psychological gigabyte of memory disks.

We ourselves give a lot of attention on many tiny things if they are related to us.

Innumerable gifts and cards what we give to one guy/gal and on top of it telling phony stuff pretty often that “ U know me , I know U. It’s you what gives me happiness not these materialistic gains by the way that’s a nice Perfume darling”.

‘****’
 the smell of soil from where we get our food.

The smell of sweat from dad who works all the day.

Scolding mom for the stringent smell of onions( H2SO4) playing on a PSP and that of the raw milk packets.

LOVE what you LIVE.

Wearing a branded tee of 3k,jeans of 5k, watch of 15k, shoe of 8k and a branded string undie of 1000 rupeeees with a cool shades of 4k on a 250cc bold bike and suddenly some god damn fucking lorry driver who with a torn vest and a stinking dhoti hits the guy leading to a fatal accident.

Moral of the story :

‘ Death is priceless.’

‘Death is also pointless.’

No logic, no timing, no guarantee.

Taking all Proteins, steroids and going to a costliest Gym stacking up packs on your tummy and all of a sudden one day some thief bumps onto you stabs you with a 4 inch knife diagonally to the sternum right into the heart.

A fatality knock out as the one in mortal combat games.

Moral of the Story :

Not only LOVE, even DEATH is BLIND. It doesn’t care how sexy or how smart you are.

Life is a Bubble.
How even big it is…..how high it ….a Prick can end it any time anywhere.

When compared to the mother earth ( nature )

what is our size…?
what is our lifespan..?

what is impact on other’s lives..?

again it’s the NOTHING.

In spite of that we are polluting it, we are killing many poor people with our greed.
( rather surfing for sexy wallpapers surf once over the hunger deaths.
follow the Somalia issue on the editorial page rather than page 3.)

On my new tee I found these lines which made me to buy it,

“WE NEED NOT STOP MOVING AHEAD BUT SHOULD STOP MOVING OVER…! ”

When we are happy and smiling our lips point the sky curving up

When we are sad and crying the tears fall down.

But whatever it is, our legs are always on Ground.

Happiness- Sadness

Comfort-Difficulty

Sexy – Extra pounds

Are like waves of the sea…..they Fall and Raise but the sea always sustains its sobriety.

The Rich Sea can’t reduce the poor’s thirsty.

It’s only those few rivers which flow toward them and gives them water and life.

So……BE LIKE A FLOWING RIVER.

Don’t ever raise expectations on anything. It’s always better flowing with all gush rather raising high as a bush being a prey for some untimely gusty wind..!    

-Ram.

....Possessive RAIN.....

Lips smile Pink
Mascara eYes wink.

Either Chewing Gum
or showing Bum.

Gals pass on brushing their Bosom.
an insane ripened Buxom.

Ur Colored Streaks
uP skirt and Tees 
Never turn me a Freak.

I bide for the Bride of
an innocent Hug
a wIttY Wink.
a trusty Brain
with a possessive RAIN.

-raM...!