Cross Road
The boundary wall, front of the house
Waist high, painted yellow
Sitting over, in conversation…
The metallic clamor, high pitched horns
Shred the black muslin of the night
Light and sound shows of life play on.
Time would flow, or stop in sense
Over words exchanged; over nuances strange
And the cool zephyr, some rustling leaves-
Sometimes walking down the road
Treaded lanes, by lanes of life
Lost in words… more than words?
The wagons of life pierce the darkness
The head-lamps create crazy patterns
As the sound of silence wrecks the night!
Have said so much, in joy and pain
Heard them all of seasons in the sun
But loved them all within the bounds of a heart.
Traces come back, some words of spring,
Nostalgia grips for those pains and hurts
When the words were damp, moist with pain…
Each one mine, those words, feelings
Witnessed by the nocturnal traffic
Etched on the yellow brick and mortar.
But now no more… no words, for long
The seasons lost in the black hole of time
The vacuum rolls inside me deep.
She walked across the cross-road alone
Lost in the traffic, the voice, the seasons-
The black o’ the night lost its story-teller
The yellow boundary wall gathers dust
But do memories rust in the dungeons of time?
Honest emotions though… run over –
In that cross-road of life-
I lost the story, I lost the words
And now…
The sun and rain aint hurt no more
And the nights, seem a stranger-
Filling the gap before a new dawn breaks…
Only the cross-road stole my seasons in the sun.
posted by der Bergwind @ 10:22 AM
12 Comments:
nice...
In that cross-road of life-
I lost the story, I lost the words
And now…
The sun and rain aint hurt no more
And the nights, seem a stranger-
Filling the gap before a new dawn breaks…
Just loved this bit...Why? may be coz I could connect to it.
nice poem.. you seem to float in and out of it tho..
yeah the experiment im doing is based on an intresting phenomenon called ischaemic preconditioning in nerve cells.. ischaemia means glucose and oxygen deprivation... and what they found was that .. a small attack before a larger one can be protective... :) and so we take these nerve cells from the hippocampus and put them in glucose and oxygen and deprive them for a while and then see if .. like doing regular intervals of like 3 minutes will protect the cells from a say 12 minute attack..
it could be the next biggest breakthrough in cardio-neuropathy!!
oh yeah hippocampus is involved in memory processes ... and synaptic changes in the brain and ketamine is an anaesthetic
"The wagons of life pierce the darkness
The head-lamps create crazy patterns
As the sound of silence wrecks the night!"
i love it. we are all seeking...and what do we find? Behind the words and masks and little glances, we find the stillness of creation. Are we the creators? No, not us, not the army of the damned. But if not us, then who? Do we pick up the cross and carry it to Calvary, or do we spit and scream and curse the very thing that will give us life? There are but two roads...such is the way of life. Such are the thoughts of men in the middle of the night.
Sorry lol, I do so ramble when I read something so good.
ryn: You can be alone anywhere, even in a group, even in a crowd. Most people are always alone, never being able to hear the thoughts of others. Do I hear? Always. We walk alone, we dare not speak, Hell hath no fury unless you scream against the night. As for her companion, well, he's whoever you want him to be. Is he your father? Your god? Your dreams come to take revenge? The devil perhaps, telling you that your life has been a lie...He is whoever you want him to be. Who is he for you?
@ somya -
hmm... thanks... ud know.. but then there is no ustification for these cross-road traffic.. the signals never change in our favor!
@ isha -
like a cloud floating over vales n hills.. somewhere the abstracts of life never can be worded like an expt. analysis.. n have always been lost in translationz :) gud to know abt the leaps @ bio-tech stuff..
@ shadow lor -
'...Your dreams come to take revenge..' wo! awesome way to luk at the blacks n the roads that lie ahead.. ramble on man!! but thoughts of 'MEN' in the .. did u mean the gender or was it a general take?? i din get the gender perspective.. do they feel a different pain? WOMEN? do they see a different shade of the blacks?? or is it that lifez two raods do not welcome the MEN n WOMEN alike...?? n though it aint my business.. still.. wud wanna know whic band do u belong to :) the shadow of a gender biased social system! even today...
wish it werent so-
I meant men as a general kind of thing. Although, since you have brought it up, I do think that men and women tend to feel different pain, mostly because of the difference in upbringing. I can't figure out how to explain myself...women tend to feel the bite of betrayal more often than men, for example. But men tend to feel humiliated more often. It's very hard to explain...
Life's roads welcome everyone, men and women alike, however, the challenges and obstacles that must be overcome tend to be very different.
As for which band I belong to, I'll let you guess:
I command more respect
As the one I am not
I command more courtesy
As the one I am
cross-road as a deterent instead of an oppurtunity? So often so true.
for someone who said they had a post germinating inside, you seem to be lacking in the publish button area lol.
@ shadow lor..
the push button wud be used today.. win give the worldly list of excuses to justify the delay.. n i thought abt the band u belong to n i was scared to realize.. somehow.. if i am not wrong... u belong to fairer kind :) maybe as they say.. from the planet venus :))
I DID !
the way you write, its amost as if words come to you, as if the queue up at your doorstep in the morning screaming "me!me!". excited to be in your piece.
got it ?
@ gun-shot raghav
am honored there...
The gun salute made quite a loud harmony J but they don come to me in the mornings… they come to me at night u see… words make strange bed-fellows J if u know what I mean … pun intended boss!
strange are the workings of the besotten words!
but play it safe eh ?
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