Love Smiles even amidst the Tempest

Of Humans & Machines

Hi Folks, I'm back after an inconsequential stint in the forsaken land of Bytes and systems. Well, I can't say that I would never have to visit the world of processors and computing machines again, but for the time being I just prefer to tread the land of human beings rather than go bonkers over unmanageable artificiality. As the Creator of Matrix impugns in the most suave of manners, "You are an ANOMALY in my entire creation, the MATRIX.", I tend to pummel on my forehead holding none but, myself responsible for being a part of a world where it seems that the fabrication of the scientific bent of mind, what else, but the MACHINES have an indispensable urge to dominate. Just look all around and you'll find countless inanimate entities, serving us in what might aptly be referred to as "Unsolicited Obligation". They are performing what they were designed to do. Fans swirl to provide windy ventilation, light bulbs glow to throw open 100 watts of refreshing radiance, motor cars race back and forth in distance, aircrafts zoom past the speed of sound to overcome geographical barriers, heavy machines slog it out incessantly to manufacture goods, computers, needless to say, do the most inevitable of tasks... The list can reach the zenith ALL RIGHT. But, Tell me if any machine can nurture the delight of motherhood, any information system can provide challenge destiny to predict the future, any cyber platform can recreate the Human Species from scratch provided the existence of human life is erased by any means... The Answer is No.

We can avail of fresh natural air Thanks to a silent breeze, relish unstoppable glow Thanks to the sunlight, our legs are the best transporters if nourished to the extent of irrevocable healthiness, Diverse geographies can be assimilated Thanks to the rich meditational aspects our holy books have been propounding for ages, Our limbs are the best machines, and unarguably, our Brains are the greatest computers that could ever have been designed Thanks to the subtle complexity Nature has bestowed upon us. Then, why do we need machines, a deplorable set of emotionless entities that freeze the concept of Free Energy and set open innumerable avenues of destruction. Why can't the Media glorify the freedom of human existence instead of publicizing the crappy RISE OF THE MACHINES and paranoid MATRIX insensibilities ?

What d'ya say...? It's high time we performed a focused introspection...

A Piece of my Heart

It's been a bit long since I last published anything new. I have been keeping busy & trying to learn some new concepts, one of them is certainly going to hold everyone in awe, namely, METAPHYSICS & THE MYSTERY OF THE UNEXPLAINED...Very soon, I'll be dealing with the finer nuances of the subject in concern. Till then, enjoy this sample...

Ever Wondered what life's going to be with love...AND what'll happen to us without love... read this poem.

LOVE SMILES FOREVER

Celina, Celina 'o' ballerina,
Are you the one my bosom heaves for,
When the clouds swell over yonder,
Clapping they regale the enchanting decor,
When you frolic, droplets cuddle the silken arena.

As you swirl, the little pearl, haze galore,
Fright in heart, I tear apart, the dewy gossamer,
Thunder gongs my forlorn songs in flashes asunder,
The satin touch thrills me much, when you appear to enamour,
Hand in hand, we tread the land, of joy and dolour.

Of lilting chants and silvery dreams,
For you darling, happiness aplenty shall I gift,
Kissing on your rosy clefts, Is this paradise, still I wonder,
The sweeter moon slops us white, a blissful tale lets us drift,
Timeless bounty is what it seems.

Rising tides stun the lover,
Envy strikes the abode of charm, sinks beneath a veil of tears,
Lifeless souls swept ashore, rage of honour did it plunder,
When the orange strokes paint the dawn, it hears,
A baby's chuckle on the sands as love smiles forever.

Kamal Misra
02/07/2003

The Ghost of the Church Hill

Today I reported pretty late to work. Anyway, it doesn't matter much since I was literally drudging last night with a few cranky issues in hand and got back by around half past ten. As I was browsing through a dozen or two odd channels, I came across this monster of a movie titled "SPECIES" in Star Movies. Then, there was a "KINGKONG" and a Jackie Chan flick named "Police story III -SuperCop". Although I had enjoyed the seductively fatal exploits of the ALIEN-Damsel in SPECIES many times before, I preferred another round of dekko.

I retired to bed by around half past One. The deserted streets and the uninhabited farmland by the side of my apartment presented an eerie look. The spooky aura of the orange street lamps and occasional barking of a few stray dogs heightened the mystique setting in and around the neighbourhood. My friend was fast asleep as the silhouette of the fan blades swirled in the creepiest of manners on the side wall. It was a bit sultry & I couldn't slip into an instant slumber. In the face of an impending horror-onslaught (Horror & it's many faces have been a childhood delight for me), I thought of recollecting some of my Adventure Cum Horror experiences which are aplenty. I finally decided upon the unmatchable adventure atop the Church Hill in Munnar, Kerala where the Ghost of Rev. Adrian de la Phonso still runs amok to avenge the murder of his son.

It was in the fading winters of 2002 that I had managed to pull off an enthralling visit to The God's Own Country KERALA. I was undergoing training in Tata Consultancy Services(TCS) in Trivandrum along with a few batches. We made an elaborate design to visit the hitherto unknown interiors of the state. Munnar figured among the top priorities as we had gathered a lot many accolades pertaining to the enchanting hill station. Although Kerala has a Tropical bent of climate, Munnar is as chilly as the snowy landscapes of a Darjeeling or Nainital sans the Snow Fall. We embarked upon the route to paradise at the dead of the night, the frosty droplets of a silent drizzle caressing us all the way. We reached there before dawn break with the ivory clouds giving us a royal reception. We were lodged in a guest-house far away from the sleepy little town of Munnar.

I had dinner early, by around seven in the evening. The Guys 'n' Gals started cribbing about enjoying a bonfire cum wild party. I might not have touched upon this trait of mine before, but I dislike Wild parties and loud hulla baloo to the hilt and given a chance, I'd try my best to erase this human characteristic irrevocably. I love to move around alone (Not Always, My Brother & Sweetheart are my best companions whenever they are around) and protect my privacy like anything. I have a sharp eye towards anything that take place around me & thank The Almighty for having bestowed upon me a keen sense of observation & deduction. As the raving youngsters started entreating themselves to the blaze of guitars & foot-tapping, I slowly waded my way through the dark corners of the terrain. It had rained cats & dogs the night before and there were slumps of puddle lying around. Not a single street lamp was in sight & I was fortunate to carry a Philips Torchlight with me. There was also a Navy Seals Knife dangling from my belt as I was wilfully negotiating the curves. I had left the town behind and moving aimlessly when I came across a sign which read "Church Hill Rise". The name itself fascinated me by a marginal extent.

I could see the backdrop of a church not so far away, and the road led to an incline. Not a single human soul was to be seen anywhere and the clouds had gathered incoherently in the sky. The brownish Cumulo-Nimbus stretch predicted a heavy downpour more than anything else. By now, I had come within the hallow precincts of a church which seemed to have withstood the ravages of time as was evident in it's puckered composition. As I opened the screeching gates which seemed like taking place after a century or so, an owl hooted from a distance. The ambience was gradually turning esoteric and I started walking towards the vestibule. Then, it started raining in big drops. I was clad in a pair of jeans with a leather jacket keeping my interior warm. I slowly jogged into the alley which expanded into a narrow passageway through a nursery. It was pitch dark and my torch was providing all that I could see with. The corridor was dotted with a few crumpled & dusty furnitures of the gothic variety. I placed myself on one of these after a little cleaning. No sooner had I postioned myself cross-legged, a harsh slamming of a door caught my attention. I shouted "Hello" and moved in the direction of the sound which came from somewhere at the end of the alley. I was surprised to find a half-lit room lying open and I promptly unhooked my Dagger, and with the disposition of a marine commando entered the room. It was a big room the size of a conference room at the centre of which stood a huge Oval tables with around 30 odd chairs strewn apart. There was a silver candle stand with a burning candle in it. A mammoth cross adorned the front portion of the room and a broken glass portrait was lying on the floor. It carried the picture of a Pastor in the traditional attire below which was inscribed "Rev.Adrian De La Phonso 1877-1957" in Anglo-saxon indentation. As I was lifting the portrait to hang it properly, a horripilating sound nearly froze me to death. The doors were swaying uncontrollably and the thunderstorm outside was devastating as was evident in the cringing of the trees. But, the worst was yet to come. To my inexplicable shock, the candles gave in and I was literally out of my soul when I saw the burning gown (No Body Inside) of a pastor standing up in front of me. I could do little except clinging on to the CROSS & The Body of Jesus, utterly speechless. The Gown stood there until it was reduced to ashes. My torch & dagger had fallen prostrate on the floor. It wasn't until half an hour or so that I could even attempt to make a move. Then, after the heart-stopping incineration had come to an end, I took to my heels with the speed of an injured cheetah. It was still watery everywhere, but I took no sign of my surroundings until I reached the guest-house. The rain had probably played spoilsport to the joyous celebrations of my batch mates as there stood no bonfire and they had surrendered to their nocturnal abode...The Beds...

In the morning, I woke up a trifle late, to find an amusing gathering of my colleagues curious enough about my nightly diappearance. They didn't get any reply. As I was yet to recover from my horrific ordeal, I kept mum about everything. Before leaving Munnar for Kollam, I told the gate-keeper who happened to have spent his entire life there about my extraordinary encounter. He stood open mouthed & wide eyed for a while before vomitting a few sentences that would make even the sturdiest of hearts cower like a jerking bamboo...

"Rev. Adrian de la Phonso was a portugese missionary who had established the chapel on Church Hill. He was accused of being a propagator of Christianity and threatened to vacate the place by fundamentalists. On his being adament notwithstanding the threats, his only son who was a teenager was brutally murdered and his dead body chopped into pieces to be parceled to him. The grieving father vowed to avenge the death of his beloved son and burnt himself inside the premises of the Church. After the death, his spirit was said to be sighted in the nearby areas & the church itself. The killers met gruesome and spine-chilling ends one by one which could never be explained. But, the Ghost of Church Hill still craves for revenge... & Sir, You had probably seen the Dead Pastor himself..."

H2O (Hard 2 Own) : A Love story with a twist

I have been on a writing spree for the last few days. The more I write, the closer I feel to the notion of expression. My Blogsite hasn't been given a ceremonial kick-off as yet, thanks to the millions of sites getting added to the king of all search engines GOOGLE. I hope, it gets the much coveted entry into the league of showpieces that are retrieved with the click of a button, sooner.

This piece of ode is dedicated to my rendezvous with the Darling of all belles, the most beautiful piece of creation that almighty has bestowed upon humankind. All through my life I bumped into or rather got embraced by this nubile, virginal enchantress least knowing that how much I have to crave for her companionship later on. This charming nymphet had never held me in as much awe as she has started embarking upon of late. My passion, desires, fantasies have been captivated by her presence inequitable. I fancy the sight of her curvaceous figure wrapping around my body with delectable ease, the lithe gait breaking into an impromptu ballet as I turn her around and then we swirl and curl and warp into another world oblivious of any frontiers, barriers... where TIME CEASES TO DICTATE TERMS...LOVE RULES for it's destined to do so...

I have recently shifted to a new apartment, flat no 22 to be very precise. My Love Story has taken a headstart from here. I was unaware of the fact as to how much I loved her. I used to enjoy her company, the silent yet chirpy giggles used to have little or no effect on me for I thought of her as a very good friend, nothing more nothing less. While I was in my erstwhile residence, we used to meet indifferently, but regularly. She was an indispensable part of my daily schedule, but as she always reported even before I could demand her presence, I never used to miss her. It's the prompt availability on her part to provide the much needed succour that I realize what a fool I have been not to have recognized her caring & loving attitude towards me. I, knowingly, used to treat her shabbily, paying no heed to her quiet predicament. But, she was as bubbly and effervescent as ever, jumping in joy the moment I came closer and waiting for me with her arms unfolded when I used to drop home after a day of RUMBLE with MUGLEs (To know more about MUGLEs, read the previous article titled THE SIXTH DAY EFFECT). Her unabated dedication was evident in that I never nurtured a desire to vacate the house even in the face of insufficent living space and persistent nagging of the neighbours. I wanted to be there as long as I could provided she would let loose the most delightful of visuals.

But, all the good things don't last long as I have said before. I gave my brain an edge over my heart. I swapped place without even sending her a proper intimation. I wanted to put an end to my sunken lifestyle and discover a new way of living. That's the worst I could have ever done...I lost her. The lissome duchess wept her heart out and bade me adieu although we haven't got separated in entirety.

Now, she comes once in every three days, for about half an hour. I have to keep the buckets and other containers ready. I used to get her in a flowing state whenever I wished, I just had to open the TAP and she used to squeal out in the highest decibel. I never had to employ a container into action for the purpose of storage in the last one year. The overhead shower was at it's furious best to get me drenched within minutes. But now, the showers are a mute witness to my glorious past. My neighbours were least bothered when I used to leave the TAP open for hours, but the present scenario would push me into the precincts of Madras High Court if I perform a daring repetition. I may even be thrown out of the balcony. Earlier I used to take a cool nap under the shower spanning upto an hour, but nowadays I get ready for office before the drop of an eyelid. Like they say, "Everything is(HAS) fair(FARE) in LOVE & WA(te)R".

She has twisted many a limbs, but I know she still loves me the way she used to. Atleast, she comes to comfort me, if not everyday. I'm optimistic that the present condition would certainly improve, when the dusk falls, I wait for the dawn to emerge with a new beginning in the chapter of love, A Love that grows stronger with each passing day...for "LOVE CAN SHAKE MOUNTAINS" and when Mountains shake it brings the droplets of celebration from heaven.

H2O may be Hard 2 Own, but it's certainly Heaven 2 Ocean...Love all the way.

The Sixth Day Effect

My head is crammed with the litters of intransitive desperation as I cease to put my cerebrum into action. The computer screen vomits zillions of tiny, insensitive, dumb figurines clad in outfits of various colours. They are indifferent to my sense of craving for solace in an otherwise ruthlessly materialistic world. "Time flies when you are having fun" seems to have been a matter of the irrecoverable past as I reminisce about the days I had spent at home during my last trip. Like any other software professional I too have to sustain the ordeal of working away from home & "Home is where the heart is" barely makes my present settlement an adjustable one.

Tension, stress, and the remaining scums of the human emotions residing on the negative side, keep on pestering me as in when I try to stage a YOU-CAN-DO-IT kind of recovery. I squirm for respite only to be alarmed by a pop-up reminder grinning, "You have a Team-Meeting" on the cadaverous monitor of my HP Workstation. Probably, I'd have been better off Working in a station rather than WHACKING the workstation. I turn around to find MUGLEs(With Due respect to JK "Harry Potter" Rowling) i.e. MOST UNWANTED GROUP of LAZY ENTITIES(A whole bunch of colossal HP-UX Workstations) howling inside the Test room as if they would writhe my neck provided I step into it. My life is all agog to call it quits and raring to sneak into another body for it finds this one disgustingly cliched and moronic. I too, become intractably virulent and seriously consider Plastic Surgery/Facelift as an alternative to escaping the pathetic attenuation of human conditions.

Oh Yes !! Is that possible ? A Replacement...Astonishingly similar. That would be an incredible 1722 (Ek Saath Do Do...Bollywood Zindabaad). Gone are the days when double roles, duplicates aka Kumbh mele mein bichhde bhai... used to rule the roost. This is the age of CLONES. Genetic mapping & Replication is undoubtedly in the driver's seat. My replica would strive to build a better world for me. I'd transfer my responsibilities into the Junior's(I was born earlier, he was created later) head and shoulders and so on... While I laze around in the bed & surf channels, he'd create programs, write source code, mail documents & dispatch deliverables JIT. He'd unflinchingly come forward to carry forward the pending assignments. He'd deal with the outer world while I prepare to take a dip in the swimming pool. He'd literally translate all my thoughts to action the moment I concur upon an immediate deployment.

What next ?? where would he stay ? Fairly simple... He'd stay where I won't, in the office. I'll be vacationing at home, I wouldn't even report here once. Since it becomes his duty to look after the responsibilities he has been assigned to, I would care less if he fiddles around with them. After all, that's the objective, he was created to meet. Well, I'd be able to give quality time to my parents and heart. Life wouldn't be as meaningless as before. It'll be beautiful & I'd be enjoying every bit of it...TILL...WHAT...He ARRIVES to DEMAND...

Oh !! No... I had never imagined a catastrophe more venomous than this. He'd demand access into my personal life. It will be inevitably a case of GENETIC DISCRIMINATION & RE-ENGINEERED JEALOUSY. He'll plead for his share in my family until his desire gets the beast out of him. He'll infuse malevolence pertaining to my presence in my family members. He'll deliberately siphon suspicion into the mental corridors of my kith and kin until they start disbelieving me. My Love will refuse to put faith in me for she'll be failing to distinguish between two copies of the same anatomy. My brother would spare no efforts to unravel the truth, eventually turning his sweet pair of eyes off me. My parents would fall prey to the creepy ambitions of the REPLICANT. I'd be conceived upon as having been given a GENETIC INCARNATION. My world would pull down the shutters on my face. That'd spell VICTORY FOR SCIENCE & DEFEAT FOR HUMANITY.

I wouldn't budge until I have demolished this facade of self-proclaimed advancement. After all, I'm born to my parents & stayed in my Mother's womb for nine months while he's the ephemeral creation of sporadic creativity. I'm the source, the master and he's just a GENETIC PROGRAM, a spoof. I'd show up with all my might & implant a SELF-DESTRUCTIVE GENETIC DESIGN in him. That'd cut short his life span marginally, although it won't kill him. There exists a VIRUS FOR EVERY PROGRAM YOU WRITE/CREATE, but you can't destruct something that's not your creation, the right to which is only HIS (UP THERE) proprietary.

In the meantime, I perform a magnificent touchdown to my current status, when my colleague informs me of something wonderful, "Kamal, tomorrow's the SIXTH DAY (Saturday)"...Saturday & Sunday are offdays for me.


N.B. The Sixth Day Law bans Human Cloning & punishes the perpetrator with a long prison term and the clone with immediate eradication.

Dazzle of the Devil

Brenden Fraser is certainly not going to be awed by the aura of what connects him to the underworld (No Mafia crap here, I'm referring to the Hell). The sultry devil (LIZ HURLEYing herself towards the nonchalant nerd with inherent gaucheness) strikes a deal with the MUMMY-CRACKER to surrender his temptations to one of the seven wishes which doesn't come for free. As to the implications of the desires, the femme fatale furthers it to her demand or rather seizure of his soul. To put in a simpler manner, "Brandy Boy you gonna play around with your desires, fantasises or even obsessions for I'm granting you seven wishes, you come cleaner & you lose your soul to me." That ain't deter me baby, I'm gonna savour it to the fullest. I wanna be a rich, smart, strong, emotional,gracious, sexy, & of course, statesman kinda' ALL-IN-ONE genetic phenomenon.

If you are still hankering as to what the HELL I'm talking about, you'd better pad up your patellas (Shin-bone), buckle your boots and get ready to do a BUNGEE visit to the HELL I was talking about. BE-DAZZLED...I watched this one last night in the monday-comedies section in STAR Movies.

No-Holds-Barred. DEVIL lands up in the scantiest of outfits (She is a blonde), and tries to perform a psychological confiscation of the mindset of our hero. She goes for the most explicit of collaborations, deliberately luring him into various contraptions she has let on prowl. Brenden gears up to climb up the levels, seeks to explore the raw, basic form of human wants, needs and cravings. Then comes the surprise, He becomes rich before the flick of the eyelids, gurgles spanish & russian, gets a beautiful wife by his side, thinks that he's the luckiest chap on the oak, only to be deceived by a GOOGLEE. He has taken the form of a Columbian drug-lord, his wife loathes him in reality, wifey's english teacher gets to feel the flesh & flush as well...

Enter Level2, Brenden wants to be emotionally sensitive, sheds copious tears at the sight of the sunset, writes poetry on dolphins & composes sonatas on the fly, fails to woo the female gender, since the later wants insensitivity at it's best.

In the 3rd Incarnation, he exalts muscle power, raw machismo, turns into a virtual Michael Jordan, the press goes ga-ga over the mercurial acrobatics, the lady reporter is more interested in the anatomical visualization of the RELEVANT region (Does it need Explanation !!) rather than conducting an interview while the 7ft6inches hunk pledges to put in 110% of efforts, but discovers just a SAPLING on the ROCKY MOUNTAIN. The lady nearly faints seeing her LONG dreams cut SHORT.

Round No 4 has Brandy boy asking for smartness, intelligence, grace and has The Shorter version of masculinity expanded beyond comprehension. Ladies drool over his personality, he has them in abundance, carries one over to his bedroom to find WHAT !! A Guy waiting for him on the bed...

He yearns to go beyond his self-centered proclamations, wishes to serve the humanity, wants to go down the annals of history as a World Leader, ends up as none other than the President of America, Lincoln in Version 5. Here too, he knows that he has to be assasinated & revokes the designation.

Devil won't let him go before the successful completion of the ultimate wish, so Fraser asks for the happiness of a lifetime for the girl he loves in reality but can't get as she is unaware of his feelings. Devil frees him from the contract on the grounds that the contract has been annulled owing to non- compliance with the rules as were set forth in the beginning since Fraser performs an act of benevolence rising above the clutches of selfishness.

The Climax has the Devil reiterating what Bhagwad Gita has been conveying since time immemorial. Heaven & Hell are two different figments of our mindset. None has to die to get a slice of the ice, we experience the happier & bitter appearances of consequences in our birth itself on planet earth. Our activities stand testimony to the fact as to what sort of treatment has in store for us. As the most exorbitantly blessed creatures, we have it in our hands whether we opt to get BEDAZZLED.

Violence Unloaded :: Peace Uploaded

I happened to watch "Matrix Reloaded" with a couple of my friends. I had been taken aback by the out-of-the-world trailers replete with eye-popping stunt sequences and mesmresing special effects (They used to be special earlier,as of now even a kindergarten toddler could come up with a 20-page autopsy of the thematic ensemble, vividly describing the sequences with clinical precision). Well, that's a different ball game. I'm more concerned about disintegrating the entire scenario, shuffling around the pieces & presenting another fantasy which I hope appears understandable yet more effective.

Machines, Programs, Reloading, Mainframes, Cognitive Disillusionment, Matrix...
Add to it Prophecies, Oracle (No DataBase here:)), Destiny, Fate...

A person may find it easier to identify with the second list of jargons when translated to his dialect, since I'm doubtful as to how many languages have made entries in the latest revisions of their colloquial lexicon pertaining to the first list notwithstanding the marauding conquest of a monster called IT whom everyone either loathes or drools over. So, the Beverly Hills guys thought of taking advantage of the "Drooling factor" and decidely agreed upon the age-old formula of Good Vs Evil, David Vs Goliath..., borrowing heavily from the Shaolin Brand of Martial Arts (This seems to be the current bent of the West towards the Oriental IF NOT MARITAL THEN MARTIAL). The bottom-line was Mindless Violence & movies of this ilk seemed to glorify the CRASH-BOOM-BANG saga.

OK, I agree, action sequences, inexplicably GRAVITY-DEFYING choreography adorned with the stylishly garbed hero getting the better of a 100 odd dummies OR rescuing his enamorata with drop-dead panache OR EVEN doing a SURGEON's Job by literally performing a Virtual Pin-HOLE excavation of the bullet with no scalpels, no scissors but BARE HANDS (That'd do surgery proud & Surgeons shameful !!!) & Yes without applying Local Anaesthesia (Myopin at least) makes the adrenalin rush faster, at break-neck speed in most ordinary mortals, including myself, especially when the Sound system ejaculates 16000watts of Digitally pulsating background score. If you wonder as to how I'm boasting of the fashionable Medical terms, then I must make it public that I belong to a family of Doctors...(My Father is a Cardio-Anaesthetic Surgeon). As to the martial arts section, I must ponder a bit before revealing that I hold a Black belt in Kung-fu (manchurian).

So all the while I was thinking if this was possible !!! WHAT ?? One fine day we all wake up to find that we are devoid of VIOLENCE. We can't think of causing harm to anyone, we can't scold, we can't assault and that holds true for all the mortals...What do you think would be in store for us ?

Well, I believe that VIOLENCE abets VIOLENCE. Since, all the individuals w'd have Violence erased from their Genetic Sequences, the very concept of enmity, hatred, bitterness would have become ghosts of the past. The human actions would have got redefined or say, refined. Since, Man w'd no longer think of others in a negative manner, the concept of crime would get obliterated. The next time, one raises his arms, it'd be either to lift a baby up, or to bid someone goodbye or may be to PLUCK A PAIR OF JASMINE FOR HIS SWEETHEART. The concept of weapons would vanish into oblivion. Pistols w'd no longer be used to fire bullets, but the triggers would shower petals and perfumes. Tanks would become the firing compatriot of a Tractor wherein SEEDS/FERTILISERS would be spayed upon the far-reaching farmlands. Missiles would turn into Food/Message carriers in the face of an impending natural calamity providing succour to the needy & deprived, they would no longer burst into flames/pellets, but food packets. Nuclear reactors would be converted to safe-breeding reactors facilitating the generation of power rather than nuclear devices what they used to be earlier. Countries would cease to exist within international boundaries for land will be free of incarceration. People will come together, love will grow, poverty will be thrown into shackles since governments w'd redeem tackling the humanitarian issues in the first place and they'd no longer be bound by the need of war or defence related issues. Peace will manifest throughout the geography of this planet. Humankind will complete a full circle...

Doesn't it sound more realistic than a surreptitious non-entity titled MATRIX ?

"PEACE UPLOADED/VIOLENCE UNLOADED is far better than MATRIX RELOADED"

Abode of Charm

I have been surmising about posting a few of my poetries...Art for art's sake
These figments of my expressions find allegiance to the myriad incarnations of a beauty called NATURE.
I have dreamt about nature being the proprietor of what can be aptly referred to as the ABODE OF CHARM. The most beautiful creation of the Supreme being, nature, if at any instance be transformed into a gorgeous belle, would have the eyes of a misty lake, hairs swaying like the blonde cornflakes, cheeks caressing the rising tides, nose adorning the steep hillocks, smile teasing the snowy cliffs, lips kissing the mahogany dawns, bosom throbbing to the beats of a sonic boom, hands twining around the luscious creepers, legs dancing to the tune of falling raindrops...The carnal anticipations surrendering to the frangrance of pure, loving & gentle emotions...

The first of the poems is about a navigator who after having revelled in the bliss of marital celebrations bids adieu to his enamorata & kid daughter for there awaits a voyage ahead of him. He recounts the moments of absolute happiness and contemplates amnesty to the almighty when a savage storm threatens his very existence.

THE NAVIGATOR

The tickle of the raindrops smears my pristine nap,
Before my eyes appear the sprightly spumes,
The gelid smacks of a silent zephyr makes me shiver,
For what I'am, the crestless dictator of a floating empire that I maneuvre,
A flock of larks fly past, time for lullabies I assume,
A veil of darkness looms, the clouds knitting the bleary crape.

I walk down the aisle, a commitment by my side and a ring of intimacy to offer,
Ecstasy grapples me as I kiss her rosy clefts, the aroma of mahogany fills up the sleepy tavern,
A thousand candles light up the pearls of desire as they glitter,
Time comes to a standstill for now they make me stutter,
Life completes a full circle as I adorn my abode with love as blissful as the heaven,
"Dad, come back soon" chuckles the little christina while her mother clutches her,
her voice fails to deliver.

"Sails down" screams the indulgent mate as the menacing squall bellows over,
The visit down the memory lane fades fast as I lurch forward,
Towering waves ridicule me for I try to steer the rudder unconvincingly,
The gush threatens to rip apart the bulwark, the mast swaying untiringly,
"No lights" cribs the cabin boy, "Water's gone" laments the steward,
Shrouds in tatters, the cabin gives in, those aboard scout for cover.

Oh, Christ! can't you see countless christinas waiting for their fathers,
Some in wars, some on ships, others far away from home,
If nature is our mother, then how come it's so brutal,
If I'am the violator, punish me, after all I'am a mortal,
But spare the budding flowers the fatherly protection, they are so lissome,
Save our souls, You, the ultimate navigator, give me a chance, I'd live rather.

"Storm's over, Land Ahoy!" exults a voice that awakens my sunken self,
The sparkle of a billion rays casts infinite diamonds on the ebbing waves,
The seamen gather the rigging as a seagull perched on the broken beam looks on,
Moorings sighted, the ramshacle vessel moves on,
I sigh, the clear blue sky overlooks me, whispering "you can't make me your slave",
I glance over the deck, did thy listen to me or christina who w'd pray "Dad's in danger, God please help"?

Kamal Misra
15/06/2002

The second one is about my amusing tryst with (what else !!) a mushroom and the subsequent self-realization. Hope, you'll like the couplets...

MUSHROOM DELIGHT

I lie back as it drizzles,
The droplets caressing the flowing grass,
A robin chirps when the tulips sway,
indulgently to the gelid smacks of a gentle breeze,
My eyes close as I reminisce my childhood,
Far away from the urban strife,
A naughty tickle in my ear and I spring up,
What I see is a tiny mushroom,
Ridiculing me as if I were a motionless slug,
It wavers in a dither,
The ivory crown makes it look royal,
I fix my gaze for it humbled my stature,
A retinue of ants invade the spotless territory,
Thumping the boots they climb up the stalk,
Alas ! The rocking pillar grounds the victory march,
"I remain unconquered" exclaims his highness,
A thunderous spark rips off the veil of darkness,
"Absolute delight,your majesty",I smile,"you showed me the light".

Kamal Misra
24/08/2002

N.B. These poems are also listed in the International poetry site under my name.

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