September 29, 2012


A bleeding streak braves,
Nonchalant darkness
Hope ,naked stark, waits beneath.

Illuminating in its journey,
Darkness waits patiently,
Love drops, wet the sheath.

Rise and fall ,enthrall
Deep inside is god
and devil lies beneath.

Gyanban Thoughts - A haiku series tied up as a full length poem. The attempt was to draw a parallel with an object and a feeling.Lot of images came to my mind,a comet,hope, light and darkness. Note a faint underlying double entendre with the devil's angle.There s some imagery around the act of making love and the intensity of it all.

September 23, 2012


Dark forest stoic resilience
Reason volcanoes
Ego, cogito ergo sum...

Gyanban Thoughts - Attempted haiku - trying to co relate the resilience of the forests with ego - a mix of the external with the internal,  symbolic representation only conflicted with reason as this sole opposition to the force.Who wins in the end ?

September 17, 2012


The Predator:

At 14, she was unexplored,untouched,unfelt.The colors of the world were monochrome, sepia or at best a touch of tan.The sun tan was evenly spread,the interruptions were out of the way and the feeling was sublime.

On hindsight,it was perhaps the beauty of the moment that painted the picture in my mind.The first shades of my personality were painted on that beautiful sight.I was stepping into the age of freedom from shackles and curfews.

The moon chose to hide and the stars shied away,I followed my prey.
The momentary lapse of reason had strong roots in chaos,hurt and pain.A childhood betrayed,beaten and frayed. The urge was intense, the assault brutal.

The scuffle graduated into a battle,and the veins revolted in pain.I could take it no longer,but had no one to restrain.I bit the nape,pinned the hands and covered her body with mine.The moment was nigh,and the kill almost done,just then…

The prey:

I fought back with rage,grabbed the vase and smashed his head,he trickled down my heaving fear and erupting heart. Those battered nerves ,poured strength into my mind,I slayed my perpetrator and left him behind.

Gyanban Thoughts : The story is based on the progression of a color palette from white,grey,black,orange and red. Each shade depicting a state of mind , inocence, confusion,rage, etc. This piece of writing was again from an experimental standpoint. Trying to push the envelop and explore new ways of story-telling.

September 8, 2012

Judgement Day

Morning never shows the day.The surrounding was rather oblivious to the naked eye.A broken window,a network of cobwebs a few friendly spiders and some termites for company.There I stood in one corner,untouched,uncared for long.

My bones are no longer as strong as they used to be but I am still holding on,still standing out in a crowd, or so I’d like to believe.I want to talk but have no one to listen,I have a heart burning with desire but no one to love it.I am old but invaluable.

Just as I thought of this moment as the end of the world, there was a noise, someone was breaking in.I wanted to shout, scream alert everyone,but too frail to execute the idea.Its been so long since anyone ever visited me or felt me or even thought about me.

But today was different. The gloomy dark days of solitude were being explore again – but who dare do that? Why? Why now after all these years? As I stood there scared and pondering about the noise behind the door, it opened with the click of the key.

As the cabinet door opened I saw someone I had not seen for a long time ~ I saw the sinner man and the moment he saw me he uttered “Its time I read the Bible”

Truly,morning never shows the day.

Gyanban Thoughts - This is an experimental piece.The cue  was about a tattered old book and the focus was on the narration from the point of view of the book.The tittle was ironical and apt.


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