Rajarshi says:- Yet another one through personal realisation... a bit too psychedelic i guess
The land is warm but the breeze is cool,
The dusts are not shy, so the bugs do rule,
The faces burn with ambition bright
But the eyes moisten when the west is in sight.
The din harmonises the cycles' pedals,
A few though wait ... some Romeos shed no petals.
The sands though care not waiting Romeos,
As the silhouttes bid their last adieu,
The adieu ushers the promise of spirit,
Of wild thoughts, wild Freudian slips,
A different din now wafts in the darkness,
Accentuated by vignettes of laughter and dizzy dancing,
The moon reflects the bloody rose,
The clock tower gifts me a promiscous wink,
As I pass the scores of cycles...
Cycling through wind so thick,
My eyes look up to the west sky,
Studded with glittering crystal balls
That tell of tales from the west
Every eyelid droops,
As moisture breaks the barriers of every self reliant De Marco.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, July 2, 2007
A Few Neon Lights???
I do not know about you,but I have always been fascinated by neon lights.Why?
I feel they are a part of my identity.I am a city dweller;that is my primary identity amongst the countless faces that we pass everyday.In such an overwhelming multitude the neon lights have stamped their identities with distinction,specifically in the massive urban collage in which we all are desperately trying to fit in.It is a typically urban thing.What is an urban thing?
Well,it is something that belongs to the city or urban collage only.Villages were lit by fire before the lights arrived from the cities.Now of course everything needs to be bigger,stronger and wealthier than what is required.So the those who cannot survive the sudden onslaught of the GREAT BOUNTY OF GLOBALISATION and technology must lose their identity.So we are on the verge of losing our villages.
The cities were however worst hit by this sudden change.Shops closed.People cried.Cassettes nearly ceased to exist.People cried.Affluence and Poverty touched record heights.People cried.The NEONs have withstood the test of time and this man made formula of fast-forwarding to the promised progress.The focus lights or the LEDs have not been able to replace the NEONs.People did not cry.
The neon lights came to existence when man could not quench his thirst for light in the cities.The Neons were created by and for the cities.They were the first harbingers of the cities of India.These lights like you and me are city dwellers.This is why they are a part of my identity as a city dweller.Trapped in the smog or horns of automobiles or ever walking men they set my dreams free.
Scores of street lights and advertisements we pass everyday.The beggar at the foot of lamp-post or the bill boards of EM Bypass or Marine drive etched against the abyssmal unending blue of the sky,making the soaps or colas more and more lucrative is so much apart of the city,and the city only.I too am a part of the city.So next time you feel lonely and that the sun does not shine on you;think twice.
Standing on a footbridge across a vast stretch of metal-road lit up by the shimmering Neons,fading in the distant horizon with the wind ruffling your hair and cars speeding by is a different experience.Life is not that bad.
I feel they are a part of my identity.I am a city dweller;that is my primary identity amongst the countless faces that we pass everyday.In such an overwhelming multitude the neon lights have stamped their identities with distinction,specifically in the massive urban collage in which we all are desperately trying to fit in.It is a typically urban thing.What is an urban thing?
Well,it is something that belongs to the city or urban collage only.Villages were lit by fire before the lights arrived from the cities.Now of course everything needs to be bigger,stronger and wealthier than what is required.So the those who cannot survive the sudden onslaught of the GREAT BOUNTY OF GLOBALISATION and technology must lose their identity.So we are on the verge of losing our villages.
The cities were however worst hit by this sudden change.Shops closed.People cried.Cassettes nearly ceased to exist.People cried.Affluence and Poverty touched record heights.People cried.The NEONs have withstood the test of time and this man made formula of fast-forwarding to the promised progress.The focus lights or the LEDs have not been able to replace the NEONs.People did not cry.
The neon lights came to existence when man could not quench his thirst for light in the cities.The Neons were created by and for the cities.They were the first harbingers of the cities of India.These lights like you and me are city dwellers.This is why they are a part of my identity as a city dweller.Trapped in the smog or horns of automobiles or ever walking men they set my dreams free.
Scores of street lights and advertisements we pass everyday.The beggar at the foot of lamp-post or the bill boards of EM Bypass or Marine drive etched against the abyssmal unending blue of the sky,making the soaps or colas more and more lucrative is so much apart of the city,and the city only.I too am a part of the city.So next time you feel lonely and that the sun does not shine on you;think twice.
Standing on a footbridge across a vast stretch of metal-road lit up by the shimmering Neons,fading in the distant horizon with the wind ruffling your hair and cars speeding by is a different experience.Life is not that bad.
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