‘Loserville’
Lost I am in the dark, slimy woods of ‘Loserville’…
Wandering aimlessly, slipping, tripping…
I grope around and I grasp a viper
No beam of hope reach this horrid underground.
This is my ‘Loserville’ and I grope around…
I didn’t heed the wise words of friends
Now I am caged in this globe of thorny fence
Leeches, bugs, scorpians all around
Its hopelessness, fear, despair is all I’ve found
This is my ‘Loserville’ and I grope around…
I have wounds rotting
And puss oozing…
Even the pain doesn’t hurt me
I’ve gone numb
I can’t even see my sears
M not blind, but darkness prevail and I m bound
This is my ‘Loserville’ and I grope around…
My death is near,
Lurking somewhere
But the road to it
Is worse than death itself…
And I struggle in my ‘Loserville’ as I wait and grope around…
©Manashi Pathak
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Embers
Embers
The sultry evenings are left in yore
Feeling the cool breeze and hoping for more
Warming up by the first bonfire
I listen to the words of the lovely zephyr
It talks to me in hushes n claps
It comes and caresses me
Making me comfy and fresh
And makes me yearn for some warmth
Yearn for that coziness of the woolen on a freezing morn
Looking into the embers
Amidst cacophony, its peace I find
The steady glow of smouldering cinder
Gives direction to my cluttered mind…
I delve into the warm thoughts of tomorrow
Awaiting cozier days to come
Forgetting every scorching day of the past
Am filled with hope and miseries none…
As the dying cinder beacons
And I breathe life into the fire…
Emerging from the eclipse of the ashes, so flaky and gray
I see the golden exuberance of the ember
And I resolve to never let die the ember of my life
Never will I forget to fan out the ashes …….
©Manashi Pathak
The sultry evenings are left in yore
Feeling the cool breeze and hoping for more
Warming up by the first bonfire
I listen to the words of the lovely zephyr
It talks to me in hushes n claps
It comes and caresses me
Making me comfy and fresh
And makes me yearn for some warmth
Yearn for that coziness of the woolen on a freezing morn
Looking into the embers
Amidst cacophony, its peace I find
The steady glow of smouldering cinder
Gives direction to my cluttered mind…
I delve into the warm thoughts of tomorrow
Awaiting cozier days to come
Forgetting every scorching day of the past
Am filled with hope and miseries none…
As the dying cinder beacons
And I breathe life into the fire…
Emerging from the eclipse of the ashes, so flaky and gray
I see the golden exuberance of the ember
And I resolve to never let die the ember of my life
Never will I forget to fan out the ashes …….
©Manashi Pathak
Saturday, November 10, 2007
The Final Episode
The Final Episode
What’s the scheme of things?
Is what I ask when I look back
Look back; look back to the underground…
Into the grave, into the epitaph that’s blank
Words won’t fit in, don’t qualify
Reasons fail me when I look back
Look back; look back to the day our tracks crossed…
Running over, no wonder
Catastrophe lay ahead
To leave me shattered, numb…
I bleed, cry dry tears…
For things gone wrong, hellish years…
Too much, too much chaos, noise to carry on…
Shut the door, voice & move on…
The haunting questions still roam my valley
I exorcise with a silver cross and water holy…
I tame it; throw away to distant universe…
But it gives no promise to never return…
Doubts to be cleared, smog all around
With no folly of mine, with explanations unsound…
I am convicted with no crime…
I’m a framed victim, a criminal to the end of time…
©Manashi Pathak
What’s the scheme of things?
Is what I ask when I look back
Look back; look back to the underground…
Into the grave, into the epitaph that’s blank
Words won’t fit in, don’t qualify
Reasons fail me when I look back
Look back; look back to the day our tracks crossed…
Running over, no wonder
Catastrophe lay ahead
To leave me shattered, numb…
I bleed, cry dry tears…
For things gone wrong, hellish years…
Too much, too much chaos, noise to carry on…
Shut the door, voice & move on…
The haunting questions still roam my valley
I exorcise with a silver cross and water holy…
I tame it; throw away to distant universe…
But it gives no promise to never return…
Doubts to be cleared, smog all around
With no folly of mine, with explanations unsound…
I am convicted with no crime…
I’m a framed victim, a criminal to the end of time…
©Manashi Pathak
M Fyn!
M Fyn! (9th nov. 2007)
“Everybody says “m fyn”
n I wonder why is it not ‘fine’?
why is it so fast an answer?
what does fine mean to him?
Is everyone really fine?
How can anyone be fine
When for self he lacks time?
Why do we say we r fyn?
Jz to sound kool?
Jz to sound happy?
Why do we pretend?
Are we insecure?
Or are we so sad…
So broken that we can’t face reality?
And escape it n say “m fyn”.
Hw u doin?
“M good”
How good are we?
Jz following a routine…
Makin ends meet
Like all inanimate objects
Lacking passion, enthu…
N boy…ya… “m good”
So satisfied being mundane…
Don’t we have regrets?
Unattended wishes…
Hushed desires…
To do things..jz for the sake of doing…
N not cz u really love to do it…
How many of us…have really listened…
To voices…to the voice of things we really love to do
Things we’ll never get tired of…
Things doing which we’ll never wanna return n hit the bed…
Questions, questions…always hover, shout out loud…
And answers…..
Hehe…well thts another ballgame…
Jz lets enjoy the questions…
Cz goddamn we never listened to our passions…
Let alone these mundane questions…
Gnite, tc, cya.”
©Manashi Pathak
“Everybody says “m fyn”
n I wonder why is it not ‘fine’?
why is it so fast an answer?
what does fine mean to him?
Is everyone really fine?
How can anyone be fine
When for self he lacks time?
Why do we say we r fyn?
Jz to sound kool?
Jz to sound happy?
Why do we pretend?
Are we insecure?
Or are we so sad…
So broken that we can’t face reality?
And escape it n say “m fyn”.
Hw u doin?
“M good”
How good are we?
Jz following a routine…
Makin ends meet
Like all inanimate objects
Lacking passion, enthu…
N boy…ya… “m good”
So satisfied being mundane…
Don’t we have regrets?
Unattended wishes…
Hushed desires…
To do things..jz for the sake of doing…
N not cz u really love to do it…
How many of us…have really listened…
To voices…to the voice of things we really love to do
Things we’ll never get tired of…
Things doing which we’ll never wanna return n hit the bed…
Questions, questions…always hover, shout out loud…
And answers…..
Hehe…well thts another ballgame…
Jz lets enjoy the questions…
Cz goddamn we never listened to our passions…
Let alone these mundane questions…
Gnite, tc, cya.”
©Manashi Pathak
Thursday, July 12, 2007
The Fountainhead
jz finishd readin it............
i wanna correct myself....from the previous blog....
i dont wish any midway to balance anything.............
Roark.........is a man of integrity..........who respects himself...........n i need not say here tht self respect is any man's greatest possession, strength,........his soul...........
to me to preserve one's soul intact shud b the prime concern..........n all suffering wud vanish........if everyone.....dares to follow tht........
i'll make my best effort...........m on it ......n hw successful i m .............time wud tell.........
i cant say if i wud remember every great line written by Miss Rand...........but yes.......... she has succeeded in formin a clear picture of the ideologies......the value system tht i hav been given by my family.......
letz jz not get too much philosophical...n all.........
but if only all second-handers dissapeared n everyone dared for originality...............life wud hav been much more beautiful...n peaceful.......
neways............great readin it.......n i recommend to all........u'll jz need a lil bit of patience........a virtue one shud hav....rite?
i wanna correct myself....from the previous blog....
i dont wish any midway to balance anything.............
Roark.........is a man of integrity..........who respects himself...........n i need not say here tht self respect is any man's greatest possession, strength,........his soul...........
to me to preserve one's soul intact shud b the prime concern..........n all suffering wud vanish........if everyone.....dares to follow tht........
i'll make my best effort...........m on it ......n hw successful i m .............time wud tell.........
i cant say if i wud remember every great line written by Miss Rand...........but yes.......... she has succeeded in formin a clear picture of the ideologies......the value system tht i hav been given by my family.......
letz jz not get too much philosophical...n all.........
but if only all second-handers dissapeared n everyone dared for originality...............life wud hav been much more beautiful...n peaceful.......
neways............great readin it.......n i recommend to all........u'll jz need a lil bit of patience........a virtue one shud hav....rite?
Thursday, July 5, 2007
The Fountainhead
well m readin it....n m really baffled by the sheer ability of Ayn Rand to portray all those varied STRONG characters so vividly.....no doubt m readin the centennial edition....
Roark is a man of integrity n ideals..................he lives for architecture............
Keating is SELFISH and lives for himself...sorry ...for the image ppl will have of him.......in simple words a show off.........
Roark is apparantly failin......n Keating is a failure to himself his conscience.......which he killd long back.........
now wat kinda person m i? i wonder......
i blv in ideals n m not so weak to kill my conscience ........i hav the guts to lisn to it.....n go accordingly.........but material success matters........money matters..........
i juz pray to the Supreme..........to giv me enuf strength to walk a path that balances it off.....
n i emerge a victor both for my conscience n my material being........
n rest of the characters........Elsie, Wynand.........etc r juz the kind of ppl we'll come across........
so i keep a reminder to myself..............1st impressions........shouldnt b last impressions............
so long........
Roark is a man of integrity n ideals..................he lives for architecture............
Keating is SELFISH and lives for himself...sorry ...for the image ppl will have of him.......in simple words a show off.........
Roark is apparantly failin......n Keating is a failure to himself his conscience.......which he killd long back.........
now wat kinda person m i? i wonder......
i blv in ideals n m not so weak to kill my conscience ........i hav the guts to lisn to it.....n go accordingly.........but material success matters........money matters..........
i juz pray to the Supreme..........to giv me enuf strength to walk a path that balances it off.....
n i emerge a victor both for my conscience n my material being........
n rest of the characters........Elsie, Wynand.........etc r juz the kind of ppl we'll come across........
so i keep a reminder to myself..............1st impressions........shouldnt b last impressions............
so long........
Monday, February 26, 2007
IT FINALLY HAPPENED!!! A night to remember....
heya.....
yea.....our crazy group of guys n gals got together n practiced like hell........n brought forward......a very peppy n fun song.......uhm dance.....sm of our guys were first timers.....but who wud blv tht? they were amazing.......n our dance was a definite HIT!!!! thn v gals(jz gals) did another number.......n the crowd cudnt stop from appreciating...........wow tht was intoxicating!!!!!........
well wat is this all bout??? i think thts the question hovering.......
it was our 8TH SEM NITE called AAMAAR NISHA( our nite) where performances are by only the 8th sem ppl.......who r bout to leave the cozy cocoon of their wonderful college n fly away into the wild wild world.............it is the formal farewell night........
We had a warm farewell dinner....given to us by our lovely immediate juniors........which left us feeling so special n .............. words fail me here....
then the show began.......the stage was on fire.....rocking show......from start to end.......
then v called on our very dear frend who is a gifted singer.....n YAARON(KK) filled the whole atmosphere.........n then who was there to stop us, sentimental freaks.......n everyone had moist eyes...........coz these were the moments....... that v'll miss for all our lives.......four years of memories..........filled everyones' hearts making them heavy wid emotion........time is coming wen we bid adieu.......to the care-free, sheltered college life........the comfort zone tht we all have created.......
many faces will become just part of our memories..........being in touch via net n telecom is OK but cannot quite replace.......the feeling of the residential campus, chatting away hours in the canteen......whispering in the class......the adda'z during 'no class' hours....................this is something else.............
i m going overboard i guess........but i havnt written even 1/10000000th of wat i m felling these days n would feel in the days to come.........
till my nxt blog..... b happy
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
This is my niche and i want to share it.......
writing is wat i do wen emotions r too strong to express verbally.........it is therapuetic.
i m looking forward to much publishing and expression in my blog........i resolve to be regular and fill it up.........wid my innate feelings.........
lets start wid "hw was my day,today"....
well it started out well...did my classes........but wat was in my mind.........was the dance performances i need to get done......n the show is on 24 feb n nuthin hs been done yet......i was losing hope n was feelin very down.........then by the end of the day......everything sorted out...as if the whole of my world....got the vibe tht things were not goin right.........n it sorted itself out....lemme add here tht i didnt show my despair outwardly.....
so by evenin wen i was full on practicing the dance nos. i was very pleased n my hope sprang back to life.........so in a way my day turned out to be very good.......nuthin much to say today.....i m very exhausted.....after all tht practice n excessive exploitation of my creativity(i bet i enjoyed it too....i mean choreography). till next time.....................ponder over this " be a raindrop falling on a lotus leaf rathen then one falling in the lake"
ciao
i m looking forward to much publishing and expression in my blog........i resolve to be regular and fill it up.........wid my innate feelings.........
lets start wid "hw was my day,today"....
well it started out well...did my classes........but wat was in my mind.........was the dance performances i need to get done......n the show is on 24 feb n nuthin hs been done yet......i was losing hope n was feelin very down.........then by the end of the day......everything sorted out...as if the whole of my world....got the vibe tht things were not goin right.........n it sorted itself out....lemme add here tht i didnt show my despair outwardly.....
so by evenin wen i was full on practicing the dance nos. i was very pleased n my hope sprang back to life.........so in a way my day turned out to be very good.......nuthin much to say today.....i m very exhausted.....after all tht practice n excessive exploitation of my creativity(i bet i enjoyed it too....i mean choreography). till next time.....................ponder over this " be a raindrop falling on a lotus leaf rathen then one falling in the lake"
ciao
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