Act of transgression

• The cigarette I smoke ensembles the entire city as I look at the street lights through the window. A sudden glimpse of them makes me inquisitive. He pushes her forcefully to the wall and seizes her waist with his muscular hands. Her poison nails dug his back with much force. They kiss each other; lick each other, her razor sharp canine’s dugs through his slithery skin. I watch them with much attention and curiosity. The two bodies penetrate into each other, as if fighting for the release. They make hate, they fight, they try to kill the very emotions inside. She moves besides the wall while he slides on her causing her immense pain of hate. She loves it. As he bends down and her face turns upside, I choke. I followed her for miles, her tender fragrance got me to this building and there she was, in massive pain of satisfaction. I drop the cigarette down and stand still, witnessing the act of transgression.

  
  

  -Nudelessens!

Rahul: The Wings Of My Muse…Finished Edition. With Bonus Reprise (Thanks Katsa!)

Rahul: The Wings Of My Muse…Finished Edition. With Bonus Reprise (Thanks Katsa!)

© Akshay, Katsa & Rahul

The Wings Of My Muse…Finished Edition. With Bonus Reprise (Thanks Katsa!)

The dark coming of the nature
Makes her wonder,
Wonder if someone’s waiting for her
The thick black clouds, they seemed to cry
Cry for freedom, freedom from thy sins
Heaven is what she felt, in his solace, she went dim
Tears of bliss crashed from her eyes,
What was caged, now was a free soul
While, she stood beside the creek
And he peeped from behind the tree
Did she vanish, caring not for freedom, or was she free now?
Was it a delusion, he knew not
He’ll know not… (Rahul)

To see her wings peep out when you’d least expect it,
would be a privilege she offered a prized few.
The tuft of hair blowing in the wind,with soft curls that matched her cheeks.
The curve of her back took a wild turn into her hips.
But you’d never notice.
You’ll always be more dazzled by her lips.
With the twilight as your witness and the dusk as your guide.
You’d follow her through the path she would shine in the dark.
She’ll take you to the lake at night,
bear you witness to the shimmer of her glowing skin under the stars.
Be quick to catch the elusive glimpse;
She’d have spread her wings,
She’d have been gone. ..(Akshay)

(Reprise…)
She is free……tears
spilling over her eyelashes
she cannot stop them…the tears.

They splash - onto her face
down down down
cleansing her soul.

Her soul - this baptism of water -
down down down.

Then up to heaven - up up up
she soars.
As an eagle - a falcon with a message … .
to heaven she goes… (katsa)

© Akshay, Katsa & Rahul

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Absurd Reality

Reality, as they all call it, is an oppression of life. Why do we even label it reality, is it for real? I guess NOT. People pretend to be what they are not; and what they are, they know not. What is so real about it? I don’t know, do you? I guess you don’t. Katherine Anne Porter once said, “Our being is subject to all the chances of life. There are so many things we are capable of, that we could be or do. The possibilities are so great that we never, any of us, are more than one-fourth fulfilled.” This is reality which we human beings are scared to accept. Reality is not the only truth that exists in this universe, indeed it is the only lie and we gladly take it as the only truth. Everything in this world is real, as we may think. Everything we eat, we see, we feel is real, we think. Everything we do is real, we think, is it?

Reality is an illusion, for what we simply think exists plain simply does not, reality is relative, my heart goes out the life that decided to build civilizations upon the very earth which they did not believe existed. A life even they did pay heed to and thus began their quest to reach the heavens above. A heaven which may be a figment of your imagination, a hope towards something substantially better, a hope towards something that may not exist. Is this uncertainty of reality worth the hope? Truth, reality, hope, heaven, hell, none of them existed when the universe came to be. None of us ever thought of taking the right directions, and thus hell was created. Heaven does not exist, till date. It’s just a figment of your imagination. Life’s like that , absolutely sham and reality adds to the misery of it.

Reality bites, and mind starts working in a robotic manner and kills that very heart inside. Every claim of following the heart is counterclaimed. Every effort of overcoming this reality is overcome by the malfunctioning of mind. It becomes a part of the psyche. The machine starts following the codes that are being fed into it, and fails to recognize the voices which used to function it prior. Everything becomes lunatic; everything becomes systematic, following the predefined systems. What you believe is real, what you do is not. They say, “Your thoughts create reality”. I say NO, they don’t. It’s a system, a system of worms crawling in a systematic manner, thus resulting in a body that is you. And yet society finds comfort and sense in what seems as chaos. Complicated lives are the most stable and comfortable for the herds who have no real vision. And thus begins the journey of a lone man who has seen simplicity and non-linearity of life, from the dark to life, from death to life, from the machination of order to the serenity in chaos.

Reality comes into picture when a man tries to overcome his fears of getting rejected through the dreams he once lived. He might tend to chase the road he wants to take, only to fail through the fears walking side by side. “University does not and shall never allow this”, he says. “Whatever he believes is stupid, what he does is not”, they say. “The day you’d start listening to the voices in your head, you will be the man you’ve always wanted to be”, we say. Relativity between reality and absurdity is undefined, still for us, it means the same. Reality is not the only phenomenon which may act as the savior of mankind, but yes the way we are handling it, it has become what we never wanted it to be, absurd as ever.

For the entire cycle you live, reality is the only force which acts through your mind, giving you the thoughts of no use, thus entering you into a whole new dimension of this cycle which may have never existed given the fact that reality were never into the picture. Via the distant mindless hopes, the bird tries to fly around, for an escapade from the ridiculed reality, analyzing the wrongs and rights throughout the journey. What to take and what not, is an individual decision he may take. Whether drink from the bucket, or from the lake, is an individual notion. Sky is limitless, and so are the ideas of life. Wandering into the absurd realities serve no real purpose. Why do you need to rely on reality while you have some blue and white walking side by side?

© Akshay & Rahul

Slum for the Rich ...

Marked by walls and putrid tiles,
Lies a sanctum for reasons and lies.
Thus insecure lies a man within
Has not seen light for a while.

What do these walls protect,
What do these heavy gates guard,
A serene facade of sanity,
Or reasons why one tried too hard.

These walls that protect shall also divide,
The sky above you the roof blocks.
Division of a demented minds,
a lack of freedom that one forgot.

Caged in gravel, concrete and dust,
where once was life now decay and rust.
Rodents feel more free,
the strays outside the walls more at peace.....(Akshay)

What do thee hold in mind?
A phony smile, behold hundreds of swine
Longing for the end of war, inside
Through closure of time, thou walls shall fight

Thou engraved silence rules the realm of senses
Stranded in the web, thou reap your crops
Them four walls, they laugh aloud
And them four candles, they burn and shout...(Rahul)

Mark my words for they are bleak
the judgement cometh not for the frail and weak

Brick by brick the walls were built,
and brick by brick the walls shall fall,

A slum for the rich,
A slum for the rich,

Your city, gentleman,

Reduced to a slum for the rich!


© Akshay & Rahul

Tale of a bewildered man

I was standing on a broken road

With a bomb in my hand, and a gun in my hood

What could I do? Where could I go?

To drop the bomb, to shoot them all

She stood on the other side

And the sun shined through her face

It revealed the darkness she had in her chest

I was amused, I could linger

I could offer my flesh, to her

The ever ending road was ending there

And the scars on her face were confusing me

She was laughing aloud, she was dancing around

With a baby in her hand, she was crying, crying

Decimated she was, for reasons unknown

My mortal frame, was facing her

The end was a portal
Through the vistas finite

The bomb was gone, the gun was no more

She was brought back to life

Through a soul that was stole

I moved back, my re-birth was mounting

Through a mystic force, they call them life’s own ways

The sun was shining again

Illuminating, giving life rays

The war then ended, the turmoil was burnt away

For once now, I lay aside the gray

And I smile, I smile…

© Rahul

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