Convictions

His was a world filled with felicitousness and bliss. Lately he has been running away from his feelings..... He was molding the nebulous clay to reach his soul. There was a mysterious affinity between them. His reality was spreading thin, the search for the tangible soul, the embodiment of his dreams was farfetched. He was poised and hopeful. The silent brook resonating with his beats was resting on a parched land, the idol was across the brook staring at him piercing his soul understanding his yearning on a bright midsummer day, the water is boiling and the feet are bare. Call it an epiphany or not, the ebbing brook turned into a brimming river, the desolate land was flush with green splendor, and there she was across the river. Each wave like his beat was playing peek-a-boo with him, he was ready to plunge in. He is standing amidst the river like a rock, waiting for her to cross and forever be united. In the midst of the wilderness, all of the poets musings came to life. The...

  previously on unjudged Act 2 Scene 2.   The moon, stars and grey tattered water objects all seem to flatter him through the night, but his thoughts are wandering aimlessly. Thud-thud droplets echoing all the way into the hallway seems to harmonize with his vacillating heartbeats, the angel and devil sitting on each shoulder persuading him for something his heart desires but mind resists. The foyer gleaming with the moonlight is boxed between the two rooms one of which is like the darkest corner of his heart other has a small flickering candle on a corner shelf. Here he used to play with his friends; echoes of them frolicking and merrymaking still exist. Those were the olden days filled with innocent mischiefs. What happened, how-come he was caught in such tentacles? But now none of this matters all of this cannot be shoved under the carpet he’s sitting on.    The flashes of mob jeering at his naked torso being whipped, the scorching flares from ab...

I believe the seraphicness inside me is dead. Act 1 Scene 1.   (The stage-effects, crew are all in place) Enter the jury, the lawyers and spectators rise Judge 1: Bring in the culprit Enter culprit bearded, with a sluggish gait revering the ultimate guilt. The anguished but tranquillized being having lost all its nimbleness looks for refuge at the bar and finally sits adjacent to his attorney. Prosecutor: milord may I have the permission to call the culprit in the witness box. Judge 1: Permission granted. Culprit lurches towards the witness box. Prosecutor: milord the culprit here stands for committing the most severe crime, the crime of dishonoring and hurting another being. Defense attorney: objection milord the culprit (pun) never had the intention of doing this. Judge 1: objection overruled. Prosecutor: Thank you milord. Defense is making baseless objections. Milord the culprit knowing the fact that his actions would create problems for him as well as those connect...

Another of my futile attempts to tell the people of something they already know of owing to the fact that there is lot of intellectual development this century (pun intended). A thought just entered while e-penning down this post..., the electronic media helps me in saving paper at the cost of energy, it helped in revolutionizing Egypt accrediting the legendary tweet that will be embossed in golden words on the “wall”. Please I would like to remain undisturbed will be the the nightly prayer of his' very soon. Tweet: Egypt’s mubarak wants to remain undisturbed. She’s in his subconscious claiming to hold the entire executive system of his conscious. (Subconscious a tricky term coined to part the conscious and the unconscious has a lot of strings attached given by Freud or Carl jung.)  It begins hours after the fall of the sun into the abyss when he has entered into the dream state, arrives a princess donning a black-pink saree draped around her so gracefully her aura beaming hi...

-->    She came into my dream; she was gazing at me from the point yonder! That made my heart to ponder!!    That the immense beauty she possesses!  Is this the thing that caresses!!    Her smoky black eyes! Makes me think of her twice and thrice!!    Her eyes are a million tales untold! There’s a mystery in them which I always try to unfold!!    Those rose petal lips with a faint smile! Makes my heart stop for a while!!    Why are her visits such evanescent! That to in times when I am oscitant!!    Thou art not a mirage my mind consoles for sure! I’ll wait for her to come once more!!    Here for she comes with eternal attraction! She makes me spell bound she has me in possession!!    There is a lull when face to face! My heart is ready to run a million mile race!!    My mind questions how to start! Meanwhile her mysterious eyes play ...