Sunday, February 27, 2011

Abyss



The vain mind
Seeing invisible,
only imperfections
Plagued by doubt,
bewitched by illusion,
in mirrors ,in eyes,
in reflections.

A greater loss of sight,
Unnoticed, unseen.
The distortions ,within ,
of a soul,
from beautiful to ugly,
reminiscent of
lost battles,and
the journey between.

Context and Inspired by

In Greek mythology, Narcissus was a handsome Greek youth who had never seen his reflection. The nymph Echo had been punished by Hera for gossiping by being cursed to forever "have the last word". Echo had seen Narcissus walking through the forest and wanted to talk to him, but because of the curse she wasn't able to speak first. When Narcissus became thirsty and stopped to take a drink, he saw his reflection in the water for the first time. Not knowing any better, he fell in love and started talking to it. Echo had been following him and started repeating the last thing he said. Not yet understanding reflections, Narcissus thought his reflection was speaking to him and became more engaged. Unable to consummate his love, Narcissus pined away at the pool and changed into the flower that bears his name, the narcissus.

And from the immensely readable…….

The narcissism epidemic: living in the age of entitlement By Jean M. Twenge, W. Keith Campbell
The Drama of the gifted Child by Alice Miller.

I was reading an article about how vanity is not merely a trait but a terminal mental affliction for celebs who shun the outside world as they age because they rather people remember them for their beauty from the heydays. And how it is very nearly fatal...The same goes for the runway models and ballerinas who are obsessed with perfectionism, risking their mental and physical health by pushing them to inhuman limits.

Romeo and Juliet


Juliet
The heart ,too ,
has seasons.
One to meet,
to part,
To make up
and fight.
Yet
all it takes to live
is love,
Not reasons.

Romeo
I know not
what gloom awaits
If it is willed so,
even in death,
parted in body,
but in soul ,
though,
we shall remain ,
in love,
conjoined fates.

The midnight's child



Dark and deep ,I serenade,
Like broodings of a senile mind.
And the souls long to see,
What mere eyes shall never find.

In the light of day its another self,
Theres more to what one could be.
Unraveled , naked in this obscurity,
If only the spirits were set truly free.

Taught to assume, grim and evil,
For all ,through ages, oh! despised night.
If one dint shun in hate, they’d hear,
There’s a music in me ,
Mellifluously cold and quiet.

When the sleeping sun rises above,
bedside reveries take your leave.
Have your dance and song by the day,
To  a life and world of make believe.

When you are back in my embrace,
Silenced in you ,incessant chatters,
as close to real as you could be,
for good or bad, nothing else matters.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

That song in your heart

Its no matter today,
so, you sing me a song
thats in your heart.
Even when there are
no blues to chase away.

I know not the words
And I know I croak,
but I cud'nt care any less.
All I want is to hum along.
So, will you sing me a song?

Sometimes its nice
just to say,
there's no one else,
I would rather be with.
I love you,
I always did.

You are not much for
words or show.
and that I'm so weird.
so mush.
and a little mad .
Still, you
think the world of me,
that I know.

Can we then just let
us be?
Love all the wrongs
in each other we see.
For now,
All i want is to
hum along.
So, will you sing me a song?