my poetry. OP.2

Since i'm a crazy chopin fan, ive adopted his Term "OPUS" for the various parts of this snapshot. my last composed poetry is titled "A Veteran's Lament"

"A Veteran's Trial"

The veteran slumped upon 

a couch, 25 years to wear.

a glass of liquor in his hand,

a radio by his side tuned to Handel.

He waited with morbid tension,

the curse of the dead awaits

its fulfillment...

he thought about his deeds,

a grim and nauseating walk down memory lane.

He remembered private Jim,
the 25 Asians he gunned down.

Thirteen of em kids, who were
playing with tin toys.
The rest going about their chores.

Expecting the birth of a child,
or perhaps a husband's home coming.

He twitched his hands,
the muscular clubs which had tasted blood.
He remembered Sergeant Jenkins Caloway,
Bombing the fields from 5 miles above.

only the devil who holds him captive 

knows the count.
the dead, they were, but reaping
the harvest of their labors.
of days watering and treading on manured soil.

He recalled the slugs wasted,
as the radio now tuned to Bach.
He envisioned Commander Delaney,
whose wave of a hand meant Genocide.

There was blood everywhere.
on the leaf blades that fed locusts
to the dust ridden road.
the red stains of massacre, embedded in the blocks of concrete
that once traced back to

the glorious country of Vietnam

But now, decades later,
The Charlatan became
the victim of something, That
which is immaterial. The veteran awaited

The curse of the dead.
 

Music,Wolfgang and ilayaraja...

"Posterity will never get to see another brilliant composer like Mozart" Joseph Haydn.

 2 years back, when my knowledge of western music was hardly enough to fill a spatulla, my dad introduced me to Symphony No.25. Believe it or not, but i listened to it 7 times in 1 hour, relishing each and every instrument bit by bit and turn by turn. Mozart's music has since then been my sorrow, my joy, my rage, my jubilation and my happiness. Only then i realized that the world i had lived in so far was meaningless without true music. I became an addict of Mozart's music. I started listening to his chamber pieces first admiring the musical harmony and grandeur all along. And then i dived into his piano pieces...or rather clavichord pieces played on the Grand Piano in the modern times.

My second tryst with music came with the maestro of India Ilayarajaa. Once again when i was listening to Mozart, my dad suggested i listen to a song of the maestro titled "Poongathave Thazhtiravai". At first i scoffed at the thought of an Indian who could possibly be better than Ar Rahman. I was proven wrong. I listened to the maestro's composition with awe and immensely mesmerized. His knowledge of chamber music and Western orchestra was Astounding!! Even today after a tiring day's assignments, record works and projects, listening to the maestro's "thendral Vanthu ennai thodu" puts me at ease. If i were given 5 wishes by god, one of them would be to go back to Mozart's period and listen to his compositions. The other would be to meet the maestro in person at least once!!!!

My aversion to mathematics

Another one of my random snapshots. When i was in Kindergarten, i used to write the number 3 laterally inversed. Then began my aversion to mathematics. However hard i try to like it, i fail to do so. i crawl, i slither and i do all sorts of what nots to study. But one thing that really makes me curious is how i get the best results in the end. When i was doing my Class 10, I just about scraped the paper in my pre model exams. But in the quarterly, i scored 77/80. My shock of having scored the 77 was more than that of the surprised results.

For those who have similar fear towards exams, ill tell you one thing... Be honest about it. Never,ever try to copy (although once in a while you can help others). With honest attitude towards the subject comes great results. The last few days of my class 10, I was literally studying for mathematics. I didnt like the subject, so at least i did my best in being Sincere and give my best efforts. Secondly, DONT BE LAZY. But if you are, push yourself to the max. and goooo turboooo! Success does'nt come by doing things you enjoy doing. It comes by doing things you hate doing. I mean let's face facts, if you feel you cant do something because you are not so in a condusive atmosphere, then its up to you to elevate yourself and get comfy. You dont like to get up early mornin' at 5, Its Brilliant!!! So GET the hell up and start working out!! Only then you can enjoy the thrill of sincerety and the taste of success.....

My poetry

"It is not that only a section of people love poetry. It is just that the others are unable to tap the secret reserve of love for poetry." You can take it that I said that.

The thing about my snapshots is that they are not in a chronological sequence. They are random memories. I dont always get into a poetic mood, But when i do, i utilize the best of everything i have in me. This one snapshot, you can see pretty frequently under different titles. This is the one i wrote Recently, at the behest of my dearest friend Varun, I've named it THE BETROTHED.

A 100 letters we hath written
we art to be betrothed
i inked the full moon upon parchment
and you, the stars' radiance and charm

but like an insect stalling death
you have ended venus' trance
that which hath fueled me
my beating flesh replaced by a deep dark void

I never can tell,
any heart filled reason true.
perhaps you could've been
the biggest hypocrite i would have been betrothed to.

My family...

youp! this is the first snapshot i'd wish to display. The greatest gift i could ever ask for. I've done so many mistakes in my life so far.(and some of them horrendous terrible ones...you'd call me a fiend for that) But i have been forgiven. Every time i crave for something and i dont get it, i would look at the other sillhoutes of my life. And then, i thank god for giving me the best mom and the best dad, for they have provided me with things that would make others go green with envey. My dad S.M Bharatwaj, he is a Gem of a dad, he has laid his hands on me only 5 times in my life. My mom C.Shoba, she is the best mom one could ever want. every year, the first of JAN. i ask god so many things. Things ranging from immaterial non existent feelings to accoustic pianos and guitars. i get some of 'em and i dont. But one thing i never fail to do is thank him for giving me this snapshot!!!