Anonymous (1993)

Amidst the smile seeking scared,
Anonymous lingers bewildered;
Singed by the fires of uncertainty,
Shying from defining self an entity.

Fiscal pressures or moment’s interest,
Plagued by activity none too sure of,
Psychological integrity seeks the best,
And the world, so strange, to dorn or doff.

Anon’s biography lies undedicated
To parents, their tears. Or abandoned life,
To Eros who caresses, yet aloof instead,
To self who alone cares, or to life, this strife.

4 points in the library

Each time, it is a different route in the library. Along with the familiar, I try out random selections. I usually start and stop near the beginning. Wish I knew what takes me further at times.

Match the following lists:

(1) Introduction:

…(devotion) is defined as ‘absolute love’…to distinguish devotion from the several shades of relativistic love, such as in the cases of conditional appreciations, sentimental affectations and blind infatuations or various kinds of obligatory relationships that are cultivated between people of the same family, tribe, clan or other closed groups.

(2) Epigraph on the title-page from A Tale of Two Cities:

‘You had abandoned all hope of being dug out?’
‘Long ago.’
‘You know that you are recalled to life?’
‘They tell me so.’
‘I hope you care to live?’
‘I can’t say.’

(3) Introduction:

…philosophy of enlightened laissez-faire…liberty which was based on self-knowledge and responsibility.


(4) Introduction:

No index has been prepared for this book…as treated here is so entirely a matter of combination that no index which would be of value could be compiled. It is for this reason that it is omitted.

(A) Letters to Penthouse
(B) The Laws Of Scientific Hand Reading by William G. Benham
(C) Love and Devotion by Nitya Chaitanya Yati
(D) Recalled To Life by Reginald Hill

Slow and silent rape

30 years back, I could take bath at the steps where I stood to take this photo. On the left side, you can see a boat which is being loaded with sand.

Reference: Fraud in Science: Liar! Liar! (from The Economist)

Remember following the Schon case with great interest. In the last 5 years, the topic hit my blind spot or it was not in the media spotlight.

Refer "The Economist " June 4th, 2009
http://www.economist.com/science/displaystory.cfm?story_id=13776974

Proposal 3 (2001)

The winter’s been long and harsh.
The fields like awakened graveyard
With lines of trees mere skeletons.
Escaping from palaces-or gaols?-
Across empty parks with long shadows
With the blue sky along promising hope.

I followed a lone cloud,
To a world of reflections;
I see a face in those waters,
Once shy, once sly, teasing.
Scared to reach and touch and disturb.
With a smile, she continues the chase.

It’s a journey through shades.
Ground rug-worn, grass crushed,
And couples in the distance.
In the light or in the shadows?
Under trees, behind bushes or in the open?

Choices. For then or now?

There are messages etched on trees,
And the velvet ground beckons.
Let’s rest for a while.
And listen to birds, our breath,
Echoes of the sounds of past lovers.
Let’s leave our mark. Shall we?

My lady, forgive this simple mind
For conjuring often used sights.
Is old love bad love? I wish I knew.
Material truths can be unkind.
Let fantasies make paupers knights.

Fantasies or love? I wish I knew.

Away, away from princely tales.
What does a man need?
From the edge of our land,
Over wild flowers and a silent vale,
Spying fog-laden mountains,

Whispering secrets, hand in hand.

Step out onto the balcony, my love.
Beyond those mountains, there’s a tribe
Racing for money, buying selling company.
Here, in little rooms in little plots
With prayers from lips to lips, lovers stand bare,
Watching this same serene sight.

Come back within and make me whole.
Should we step lightly on these floorboards?
And rest gently upon these sheets?
Feel the air pregnant with passion.
No more a captive. No more restraints.
Let’s follow His will – to live and to love.

Proposal 2 (2001)

Can you guess who she is?
Is she praying or…?
Can you guess where I am?
Am I kneeling or…?
How do I mould her blush and my breath?
You know the answers.

Proposal 1 (2001)

Skeletons in the closet. Are there?
From the Neanderthal in animal skins
To cosmopolitan Mr. Anonymous.
Buried deep or loosely scattered,
I gather the fragments hoping
To capture the heart and the mind. Fool!

When will I … (2004)

When will I write the line-
When my fingers tremble-
When feelings shall pour
Over parched land,
The drought’s been long;
When the mind is awake-
When the chains are broken-
When the long labour’s done
And I can rest, then I will write.

To pen … (2003)

To pen a new line.
To edit by the rules.
To erase the spirit.
To succumb to readers.
To forget senses dead.
To pen the last line.

My pal Dodo (1999-2001)

My pal Dodo is a weirdo.
Own boast. Used as epitaph.
Two n’ half `ll be the crowd
at my grave, he used to say:
Him, his buddy the beggar,
the half the worms won’t touch.

Looking at trees, leaves, thrown fags,
smiling at the sun and blue skies;
glassy eyes searching among shadows;
trying to be a gent with clown’s rags;
till the day he was on the blind spot.
Did we put him in the coffin, my pal Dodo ?