Thus Spake the Audacity
The space limitless borderless and self-contained
The space eternally futile, meaningless and purposeless
The space studded with planets and stars for no cause
There hung a scene afloat and adrift
A pendant podium embellished volatile and hollow
Withered yet gleaming and glimmering masks all over
Seemed a pompous and redundant ostentation
All the celestial bodies behind the intimidation
Standing there was a two-legged creature
With a clowning grin and a lustrous mask
Varied emotions frequenting the mask
His hind limbs shackled with grey promises
His dwarf forelimb clutched but mesmerizing
His mask qualm and scruple and spinning
His stout contour dark and tender
The mask engraved with an obstinate lined dimple
His eyes unmatching the posterity and silky path
A safari legacy and a candy in the mouth
The tongue thick yet agile and brisk
The eyeballs oscillating up and down
An alacrity and swiftness called as audacity
Utterances brimmed audacity was prone;
Prone to prove the hidden beyond the imprudence
A tamed bird bearing a gloomy carcass in its beak
A pertinent insecurity fenced the whole scene
Before him was gathered a look alike fauna
Pairs of eyes outnumbering the stars;
Glow in the eyes lightened the whole place
Hands handcuffed with brittle consolations
Their heads pivoted on an abyss of hopes
Their bodies reinforced with perilous ambitions
Guarded they were with newly born;
distention, altercations and fray
Undestined foresightedness led the this way
Their tongue acetous and teeth tart
separated the were with apathetic invisible walls
Pungent was their cavity and obnoxious was their breath
Hapless eyes waiting for an immortal miracle
Elongated were their years desperate for:
The old repetition of the dissuasion pattern
Their legs firmly anchored in the rotten and ruined grave of;
morality, affability, infelicity, fraternity love and motherhood
there reigned the wisps of delirium and swoon
Corpuscles of discontent, infliction, torments, misery
and apprehensions with their cousins;
thrusting the crowd to stagger
Their hearts still invisible to be called as stoned
Infidelity and disloyalty were on probation with them
Betrayal was also awaiting its turn
Having had a famine of tenderness and love
They were to be threaded to the crust of chaos
Capped savage and barbarous clouds looming over them
Rambling to pour the hatred and wet the people with fear
Moaning and deploring they were for nothing
The life is strange Ekin
The audacity was prone and aptly prompted
So was ready the gathering knelt and squatted
The space witnessed the tongue tickled and;
Threats beguiled cheers and applause
The ambience was filled with sound
Thus space the Audacity.... I stand before you humbled......
The life is paradoxical Ekin
Gestation
Long awaiting impatient tidal shore Ahoy! Yelling wanderer was what the shore bore A peering hollow was what the shore bore more A waiting womb was conceived with…. Untrained and innocent was the womb Womb bore only one facet of life Second to be born when an Adonis is in the echelons of power Gusts of strong desires and wisps of ardent ambition Thus carved and adorned a waif for the coronation Waif proliferates to become a prince Prince culminates in to an emperor Destiny had a revolution: actually part of process Ekin Ekin,life is strange and by chance The emperor expands the physical senses to dare the thresholds Darkened corners are lightened…. Inaudible are audible…. Far is no longer farther… Legs get airborne…. Vast round shaped is a tiny town… Memory gets deepened and atomized… Pitiable remain the taste buds and the nostrils Morality remains for the destitute only The sun and the moon two hand of a clock ticked by; Bliss and torment… Divinity and suffering.. Privileged and trodden ones Ethics and rationales… Logic has had them as fossils at the sand of the time Practicality beats the drums of aloofness and loneliness Trumpet of professionalism blows away The stringent of affection Mendicant vultures and trashy savages; Ogling and daring the once conceived womb The life is strange Ekin The womb is slyly crying to get conceived yet again Alas! The emperor is unmindful of; the groan and cry of the womb still meandering
Ekin
Replacement is not a change
Lest the change be replacement only
The change yet far and beyond
Replacement is not a change o! chief
Hopes are from the old mindset
A heart is to change not the regime
Wearing old shoes further tightens the spiral life
Old one is to lead to catastrophe
Compensation with ability is just inevitable; for the
Novice older ones
My beloved chief
Intoxicated demand more toxicity
Know not it all
Curved life is desparate for a straight breathing
Let the arrow be in two directions simultaneously
Arrow of filling and the arrow of solace
Redress invites further decay only
The life is by chance
Your majesty must walk on the two edged sword
Love you my chief
Vulnerable Anvil
Stinking are the cornersRepulsion sees connivanceObnoxious is just to intimidateThe fragrance gets mixed with itAdversary only not a foe; to be grinning soonAnvil is lava hot and molding is toughPretensions are from the both sidesThe brighter one is better at concealingA single drop in the cluster of dropsOnerous is the stirringReluctance is the manner initiallyPrevailing one is blurred; tribe is confused so is the chiefLife is strange EkinPathetic to see you maneuvering o! Chief
The life is by Chance : Vertical AmericaThere was a piece of land discovered by chance which lured and enticed the people who had scientific mind set with an acumen to make everything a product and let their senses free outwards.A contemplation dissolving in to a conjecture had it that today may be day that might augment a totally new era for them. They have had a pivotal role in rotating the wheels of progress by having the world major inventions and discoveries.The potential and caliber, which could explore the rules of the existence for the scientific progress, can also make an endeavor to explore the inner being too.Scientific progress means to enhance the capacity of our senses.All the inventions are nothing but the extension of our senses.An era of basic scientific gadgets is almost over.Materialistic journey, a horizontal journey is a sojourn to enjoy the physical senses.Spiritual journey, a vertical journey is when the senses turn inside to explore the being.They have had enough from outside.A world from the beyond is still awaiting its turn.They are called a land of opportunities.Infect, they just have been a land of one opportunity only-an opportunity to grow materialistically. An opportunity to culminate and blossom spiritually is still lying unavailed.One can only wish a new dawn for them and everyone where a sun rises inside lightening the inner being enlightening themMay their senses take an inwards turn to know, that which is really to be known.May that divine light which they and everybody is a part of fill their eyes.Maya their ear listen to the sound of the sounds from beyond their known world.May their taste buds long for the ambrosia which still lying undrunk inside.May their heart throb for the longing and vying for the desire to become desire less to explore the ultimate human possibilities.The life is by chance
Soluble Arrow of HopesThe life is by chance EkinLife bow of coincidences shoots;multifurcated arrow of hopes and consolationTightened string of audacity is still quiveringRandomly chosen is the chief sitting on the edge of the arrowThe jubilant chief is apparently jubilant Invisible phantoms are soon to make their presence feltLife is strange EkinArrow is now not to be an exception to succumb to the eddies of expectationsVisible is often controlled by the pertinence of invisibleEkin;concern is yours tooFor the plugged ears,blind folds,chocked nostrils and shackled limbsEkin wishes the arrow to incise the thorny and strangulating snareThe change was at the discretion;acceptance is to be dared
Eclipsed CottageThe sun is half curtainedThe cottage is eclipsed in tranquilityFear in the cottage is bait for the voluptuous vampiresTribes of the self-segregated province were once shadow eatersProud yesterday are now frightening obscure silhouettes todayThe tribal chief at the altar knows not it allSmoldering ambers reluctant to warm the chilly cottageThe dampened walls of the cottage are deafened tooChief's groan fall uninvited on the indifferent wallsThe Chief strolls midst the dark listening the howling of the stern muscles
