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Thursday 27 November 2008

A reason to Pray...

My search goes on, seemingly vain…

Traumatic times are a regular phase.
For at each turn, I behold only pain.
Oh why should my people see such days?

I see my land bathed in innocents' blood…
I fear her future is decreed thus bleak.
As I await His light – the cleansing flood. 
I remain entranced by this surreal mystique.

I hear a moan, I hear a cry…
The land is too blood-soaked to till.
As we wait for it all to dry; 
The twisted folk deem more blood, to spill!

What times are these, which we live in…?
Beneath clouds so dark and skies so grey.
I listen’d to tales of the Devil’s grin…
And unto Frey, did I turn to pray.

O Lord! May Thy rule stay Divine…
For our hours on ye Earth are entirely Thine.
I pray – as this sun sets in decline, 
It brings peace upon this beloved land of mine!

I wrote this in the wee hours of today. My sincere condolences go out to the families of (Anti-Terrorism Squad Chief) Hemant Karkare, (Additional Commissioner) Ashok Kamte, (encounter specialist Inspector) Vijay Salaskar and all those bereaved. I fervently hope things return to normalcy soon.

Contorted Reality
will not have 50th post celebrations. Instead, please join me in lighting a candle here

Ad majorem Dei gloriam.

Wednesday 19 November 2008


There she stands - head held high.
She wants no aid.
No, none at all... She resides,
Behind a bulwark barricade.

She wants no part of them people.
For unto her, they had brought only harm and hurt.
She stands alone - all by herself,
The stoic and stony introvert...

Her life, she leads the way she wants.
And in the darkness of night,
Those shy, silent tears, she lets weep
As she awaits a new day’s light.

Okay… I am my worst critic; this isn’t the best of poetry that I have written. A writer’s block coupled with pending assessments is a pretty lethal combination :( Ah well… 

Hey! I heard today is/was International Men’s Day… And I came up with this post? Just a humble attempt; dedicated to womanhood and the stoic women I have met in my twenty-two (and counting) journeys around the sun. Peace be upon ye.

Monday 17 November 2008

An award...

Tushar Mangal conferred this award upon my blog. Muchas gracias amigo... And before I knew, Richa made it a double delight! Merci beaucoup madamoiselle.

Before I pass this award, there are some
rules which I have to mention - 

  1. Put the logo on your blog.
  2. Link the person who awarded it to you.
  3. Link the bloggers you are about to honour.
Without further ado, I felicitate the following bloggers with "the Butterfly Award":
  1. Anila Thampy - An ebullient person as her blog reflects...
  2. Divya Nawale - Or should I say, Diva :p"
  3. Matangi Mawley - My good ol' classmate! :)
  4. Mehreen Asghar Qureshi - She is pink, he is brown... Neat combo! ;)
  5. Praveen - The [un-caped] Crusader :)
  6. Preeti Subramanian - Beware; Preeti will *bite* :p"
  7. Priya - Poetry as lucid as ever...
  8. Priya Joyce - The kid in the list... :)
  9. verbivore (Name masked to respect privacy) - We share a common interest; words!
Congratulations compadres! Peace. Be well.

Saturday 8 November 2008

The Schizophrenic

Darkness has set in.
And the mind lies submerged…
Budge- it cannot;
Any thought of revival is swiftly purg’d!

There is an alluring beauty-
In this darkness, that I find.
The enigmatic being flashes…
I reassure myself- no games played by the mind.

I dwell in a pall of gloom;
Where there is chaos unassumed!
I need… I must have… Energy…
Lest from within, I am consumed.

Alas, my faculty ebbs away.
I try staying empowered, all in vain-
Looming large is the darkness from within…
I grow numb; I feel no pain.

Finally, the maelstrom recedes.
Even in murky darkness, I see faint light.
Is it infernal, or is it divine?
I shall know when the soul, with wings, takes flight.



Vox Populi...

Veni, vidi...


"Santa" Akshat comes to town!

"Santa" Akshat comes to town!
A token from a fellow blogging compadre, Akshat

Lady Cяystal relates...

Lady Cяystal relates...
Note - her creativity *swells* with every block. :)