“Avaludey kudey (With her)”

An august wind sighs; a summer petal pulls my toe.

You stand beside; a curry smile distracts me,

I remember, the one, while you prowled about me then, to attract my eyes,

 you were as disturbing as you are now.

“She is beside, looking over my ink, confused.

No, she won’t know, as my newly born words struggle for her,

I look at her, face childlike, smile…,

I ask myself, ‘why do you imagine a she?’

But my heart fights back, ‘only a woman can give such tender love’.

I let my heart win, as I pray deep within, fantasizing her”

A woman you are, I know not what doubt is.

They drive you away, cry in your presence, and bake anger while you look,

hate your existence, I wonder why?

While here I am, trudging stormy seas, steering my ink,

crowning a letter of love for you.

Remember a day charmed by the falling leaves, falling with colours of the half-risen sun,

as the giant bird lost its grip, losing me to a land where the Vikings tread,

your whisper kissed me as I fell,

amazed at your haunted beauty, numbed by your infamous voice.

You welcomed me, with such grandiose and ardour,

yet my virgin mind wept in your presence,

pushed you away as they did.

You held on, taking care of me, feeding me, singing for me the less appreciated song,

a song I have grown fond of, the voice I have fallen in love with.

Those words put me to sleep, woke me to welled up clouds, 

caring witnesses to the desires of our love.

“My ink fondles my tears; she stands there smiling, like always”

Dear love, can I foresee a life in your absence?

Can I leave you, for them to prey on me?

Thoughts to which my tongue bleeds.

They are coming; wretched noises wage war on my ears,

No, do not leave, I beg you my dear,

my letter to you is fading now, unless,

you take me with you!

Yes! I should, I must, I know, my heart yelps.

A marriage in light, in darkness, that consumes neither metal nor words.

Here, I make you my wife, giving blood from my wrist.

“Njan pova avaludey kudey” 

“What is helplessness?”

Years of twenty had passed; the day of my birth was born again,

Sitting at the corner of loneliness, I waited for the seraph of light.

Bright in blue, clad in a happy song, with a face angels crave for,

Your steps I heard.

A fear encompassed me,

A fear from happiness, a fear so enchanting, a fear from my heart,

A fear that came from the depths of my heart, a fear called love.

You sat on your throne, divinity glowed around you,

As I began to lose myself in the beauty of your mesmerizing stare,

Words ceased to leave the dungeons of my throat.

Your voice, a voice incomparable to the sweetness of nothing of his other creations,

With such blissful purity, fondled my ears,

The words you softly yet melodiously gifted me with,

“Happy Birthday”

I sat there, unable to release myself,

From the fascinating strength of the chains of your beauty,

The immortal depth of your elegance,

And the ingenious vastness your voice,

A strand of your lovely hair slowly dangled on your silky forehead,

Like dark clouds moving across a charming moon.

I left my body and found my way,

To lose myself into the scintillating and brilliant blackness of your eyes

Eyes, I would call as the only perfection, the almighty has ever achieved.

Your face pulled my hand to you,

I felt your cheeks, so subtle, yet overpowering

Moved my rough fingers along the delicate line of your countenance,

I could feel life, the real magnanimity of life.

I raised your gentle and benevolent face to mine,

Moved closer to heaven as I felt those soft and supple lips,

A kiss I can still feel now, those pink lips drew my soul into you,

With hearts knotted together, we remained echoing our lives and minds and our love to each other,

A kiss, I still feel now, even without my body.

Alas the time came for you to leave,

You slowly yet reluctantly walked away from me,

Siting there in the corner of loneliness, i saw the separation magnify cruelly,

Tears rolled across my face, yet the body only cried,

My mind and soul moved along with you.

I sit here watching you now, a girl in whose body and soul,

Lay the dreams of my life and the dreams of my heart.

The saddest stare your face shone,

And a single tear rolling down your cheeks as you look at me,

In which I stand still,

And I hear those words you say…

Dear me, I cry now, little did I know that spirits could weep,

I know u cannot hear me my dear, yet I ask for forgiveness,

The disease did not spare me,

I stand here now, helpless as I am,

Death whispers into my ears now, “It’s time to leave”

My dear forgive me,

As I fail to wipe off your tears…

‘I love you, Love you Forever’

“Have you ever cried when you smiled?”

A LONG ANSWER

The rains are lashing against my windows,

The lamp is giving its way for darkness,

My mind treads alone, through a jungle of memories,

In search for one,

A memory, I wish to live in, forever.

My answer to your question, Dear child, begins here,

I was a boy back then, youth I barely can remember.

A time so young, when life echoed a happy song,

My mind fails to remember most, but for one blissful tale,

It was of love, two hearts, and a fairy tale which I witnessed with such joy.

There was a girl and a boy in their epitome of innocence,

They began their journey, their love, in the purest form.

So young they were, when the rope of ardour wound them,

So beautiful they were, the radiance of paradise shone on them,

So strong they were, when the voice of sadness raged upon them,

I watched them with a delight of envy; I loved them to guard that purity,

I can hardly remember those faces; their names locked away somewhere,

Yet the scent of that fondness still lingers in my mind.

They sat beside each other every day, their hands cried not to leave,

They walked together every day, their legs begged to be as one,

They talked to each other everyday, with silence as their voice

They slept within each other, in the softest quilt of their eyes.

A soft and gentle love, a strong and innocent bond, they lived a life,

A life superior to the gods of heaven, a life with clouds of flowers,

A life I watched, with a delight of envy.

But my child, to your question, I haven’t answered yet,

The answer lies in this tale, hidden below my mind, safeguarded with chaste.

A day when dreams were still young,

She rested her head on his shoulders, her hands treasured in his palms,

As the train juggled away along the hills, her eyes closed, she slept.

He smiled and the twinkle in his eye said, this is life and I shall not lose it.

He listened to her dreams calling onto him,

As the train juggled away, he closed his eyes, resting his head on hers,

Smiling in silence, they slept.

Beautiful yet poignant, I watched them with a delight of envy.

A day I remember, my child, a day when my tears met my smile....

CLOSER TO LIFE

CLOSER

I watched this movie over the internet nearly six years after its release and I’m very sorry for myself for having delayed it so much. Closer took my ideals about love and emotional attachment to another level, in the sense it quite exposed the actual want and outlook of human love and feeling rather than the mostly clichéd portrayal of the same. Usually when we see a movie which comes under the genre, romance and drama, we quite often find that the emotions or feelings about love between two people are exposed in a manner which we think is what exactly happens in real life, but sadly it is not so in most cases. Closer, directed by Mike Nichols makes us understand the true nature of human relationships in a diverse and solid style by staying loyal to the real human psychology. Well to start with, this movie involves four people (just four) and how their lives are interlinked by this tricky and invisible rope called love. This rope plays a game with them and finally complicates their life with a near irreparable result. The actors in particular, brought immense life to each character, especially Julia Roberts with her surprisingly young looks, less talking and more of expressions. I did feel rather irritated sometimes with Clive Owen’s whining and begging, maybe because I’m not used to seeing him in those shoes. The dialogues between Jude law and Natalie Portman are very interesting and intelligently crafted and both have done a great job. Some scenes in particular were very intriguing like the confrontation between Anna(Julia Roberts) and Larry(Clive Owen) and the final exchange between Dan(Jude law) and Larry is extremely real. Like every other movie Closer has got its demerits too. The story could have been organised in a more understandable manner, For example, half way through the movie you tend to get confused about who is with whom and maybe even jump to a conclusion of Larry being gay, like I did. Otherwise I felt the movie was perfectly fine with wonderful acting and appreciable music with one of a kind direction. Closer is definitely a must watch for all those who have got bored of or rather hate watching the usual romance of Harry and Sally.

A LETTER OF EMOTIONS (Review)

Letters From Iwo Jima

Severity is a success when cinema portrays it in the form of war epics, usually in the lines of more familiar and popular perspectives. The mere lack of gentleness when blended with a lot of poignant scenes works extremely well with the audience and gives them no less than patriotic embankments in their hearts. More or less, that’s what the creators aim for and in most cases they achieve their goal. Moving out of the genre of action and adventure, war movies have carved out a place for themselves in cinema categories and each carries out its message or story in every different way than the other. Love, hatred, struggle, decisiveness and inexpressible sadness are some of the themes of the many battle stories exemplified on screen. It becomes a journey for the viewer while watching the epic and brings out emotions in its truest nature and leads the mind to reminisce the story again. Letters from Iwo Jima was indeed a long journey through war, sadness, love, anger and most importantly, kindness and forgiveness. Probably, a first time in Hollywood where a war involving America is not seen through the eyes of an American which when done tends to erase the picture of humanity on the enemies’ side. Director Clint Eastwood, gracefully understood the need for change and tells us the story of the island, Iwo Jima and how the Japanese army defended their home island from the marines. The complete narrative is from the Japanese point of view and tells how they fought bravely, a losing war against the massive American force. The director has taken three different standoff’s to state, that of the commanding general and two privates and the letters they write to home with the very little hope left inside them. But the most striking feature in the entire picture was, magnifying the human touch among both sides of the conflict. Clint Eastwood has etched out the scenes so intricately with all the subtleties required and helps us in understanding that it is only humans who fight wars and not emotionless beasts. The scene where the American soldier is treated by the Japanese even with very little medicine left is extremely intriguing, similar to the case where the Japanese patrol soldier is forced to shoot an innocent dog. The screenplay and editing is fascinatingly smooth as that of a spotless green pasture. Music though comparable to the lines of Thomas Newman, is neatly composed and sails along with the sequences. One another important fact of the movie was the use of the native Japanese language displaying the creative genuineness of the director. As the soldier in the movie understands that they are the same as that of the enemies in their feelings and emotions, it enlightens him and us too that wars are in a way fought for nothing. This is even more firmly supported with the final scene where Saigo is rescued by the marines and he looks out with a smile. Letters from Iwo Jima is indeed a letter to the world which conveys in the most definite sense a message, a message that says everyone is human and that part of gentleness cannot be erased even during critical times of warfare.

LOST

A sorrow in me, a song inside me

Separate ways taken when the melody began,

The chug of the carriage empathizing with the deep thump in my heart,

Melancholy of coming away, sadness conquers me.

We sat there for hours, lost in the blackness of our eyes,

Felt your satin soft hand, a desire to own it forever,

Our fingers played and mated with the strongest of lust,

I sit here and write, your face moves my pen.

I am losing my words, in vain yet I try,

Now we’re far away, the strength in me loses its part,

When you sat beside me, I denied the fact of a goodbye,

Such was the feel, my love; you’ve made me soulless now.

How cruel is time, an expert of severance,

How mean is his face when love begins her gaze,

Those couple of hours, memories of bliss,

I cuddled in your eyes; you caressed me with ardour and love...

You moved me, you found me, and you bound me to your soul,

My pain, my pleasure, my delight, my heaven,

Away from me now,

‘O’ dear god, do not stab me so mercilessly!

We walked together, in silence and in darkness,

Floating in paradise, drenched in ecstasy,

Holding hands with fondness and tenderness

We tied us to us, denied our separation.

In the end, when you had to leave,

I loosened my hold; I burnt myself there,

But you, my dear, held on, held onto me, asking not to let go,

Death crawled into me, life flew into me,

Grief vanquished me, happiness mastered me.

My goddess, my damsel, I can’t forgive myself,

Now I am here, alone,

Night or day, a difference I don’t see,

Hunger or sleep, no more I feel

I sit here and write, your absence makes me cry,

I have lost my words now, I ponder in the dark.

I close my eyes,

There you are my darling; do not leave me, please,

I refuse to open them,

Make me blind, when thy away from me,

So the beauty of love prevails...

We shall fly one day, away from all,

We shall lose ourselves in each other,

We will be together, forever,

A life we dream of now,

In the charming world of Love...

TEARS OF RUST

The riddle of life, doodles to its seat,

As the furrow in my mind, lets in the light,

The place where I stood, all the days and more,

Is cuddling to a sleep, as the tenant begins to move.

He holds my head, or even my hands,

Trudging along the streets, now a bundle of foes.

My feet is left alone, sucked out of air,

While the chains from my heart is chained to its place,

My master, when I speculate to the retro’s of time,

Days of perseverance, a want to win and shine.

We grew up, a rise of my stride and your pride

To the calls of our friends and the ways of the winds

Together we flew, away from the locks, to a life.

Our secret adversary, the blackness of dark,

Tried to drive us away with a hounded bark,

Yet we met them, with a will for a thrill,

Together we flew, away from locks, to a life.

The dent on my brief, reminds me of the days at school,

Devils dressed up in ignorance, labelled you a fool,

Evenings meant freedom, when hell opens to heaven,

The breeze with a soul, the sun no more foul,

Are we there yet master, where do you take me?

I presume we have time for another romanticising.

The roses locked in our noses now,

The same which we gave to a lot lovely faces,

Yet there was love hidden in one petal, its fragrance wooed her to you

It was those evenings of liberty when I carried you,

The queen and you, to rejoice under the sky of love,

Thoughts flow even now, like the river which branches into a hundred,

But the falls of the present pull me towards it,

I hear a thunder and a crash.

“Where are you going?

I am getting rid of this junk.

Yes I see it looks bad, you could repair it though,

Nah, I don’t care, getting a new bike.

Oh! That’s great; anyway I would give a second thought on crushing this one”.

My guesses turn out to be true, I should have known,

But crushing and boulders, never did my mind see,

‘O’ master, I feel you deserve that, for the days of yore,

which never felt sore,

Buddy to junk, must be love I assume,

But sending me to the world of bane, a reason I seek,

‘O’ master, I lie here, as I remember the rodent’s song,

He sang the song the day his life met with the knife,

I lie here on a similar day, tied to metal’s death bed,

Lest I say,

‘O’ lord, if there is a lord, save my soul, if I have a so... (crash!!)