Friday, May 27, 2011

The revolutionaries!




If we don’t live our dreams, if we become part of a passé, if we stop loving; in doing the previously mentioned acts, will we be able to curb ourselves from life? The revolutionary road, a struggle that unfolded itself through the life of few characters, most significantly, April.

Can we all have the courage to be April? To smile and defy, to walk a change, to brush new laws in life. I still cannot decipher one thing, whether defying the laws of nature means that we are being courageous or coward?

Who are we?

Are we just the way we act?

Or, there is a more subtle, more benign, more unknown power that forms our identity? We learn to accommodate, we learn to survive, we learn to deny, and at last we learn to defy; and most poignantly, we learn to be selfish. In this walk of life, I am reminded of Machiavelli and Kautilya. However, there is always scope for moderation in theories and philosophies.

Can we incorporate the scope for life too?

April is a character who lives in her mind, overlooking the complex mechanism of the society. The social constructions would not have offered her the road to escape. The tantamount pressure of social discourses would have succumbed her. She would have continued living lifeless, giving birth, bringing up her children, meeting the desires of her husband, but in doing so she would have ultimately died. Here, I am not being a feminist, criticizing the mental block that men have.

Nature has not provided men enough courage, I guess. Somewhere, I feel he is just lost in a staccato or a tautology. He has build countries, won wars, travelled far and wide. Yet he has failed to understand April, and therefore continues to live a life of Ulysses. Frank could never satiate her mind. Probably, he was too mundane or he was too happy being part of mundane. Status quo brought him a sense of security and peace.

While April craved for newer pastures, the longing kept on growing in every fold of her life. She fought, she lost. She lost in her words, but she did win in her deed — in being a revolutionary!

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Thoughts



Have you ever thought of thoughts?
They tickle your brain and make you smile.
When thoughts swim past,
Your mind so vast
You grab them quick and make them sit
For a cup of tea.
So the thoughts can see
When you lift your thoughts
From your plate,
You think of them sitting late.
Then you wonder what thoughts can mean
Some just laugh and make a scene,
You web your thoughts
You paint them mild.
But thoughts just wonder in their wild
You watch thoughts walk
To and fro
Never compromising,
In their row,
You speak to thoughts
You fight with them
But you just fail to make them tame.
Thought just shares what it wants
It never ears to your rants.
It masters your mind,
It wins to bind,
But, here I am listening to thoughts again,
To drive me mad or keep me sane.