Sunday, 7 April 2013

The ineffable, the parallel & the letting go.

Tools of the trade.

Ever been on a trip? That completely different paradigm of an alternate experience..looking at the world in a completely new way. Breaking down structures into philosophies, and life into an abstract image of colorful circles and dots, of lonely landscapes and vivid skies. I wouldn't agree that such a feeling would've been named as a 'trip' by accident...it does take you places you\never knew existed, yet which were right there behind your eyes.
Ah, eyes.....my friends and enemies of the past. It doesn't take much effort to understand the fact that what you see is much less than what you could get. Just close your eyes and tell yourself what you see...once you get a hang of it, you'll surprise yourself. I always find this activity to be a perfect companion on journeys to places, be it long or otherwise. I would just close my eyes and get comfortable for the show. Some think that  I'm praying, while most think that I haven't slept the previous night, which I find it a little depressing because although everyone has immense potential to be parallel at whim, most of them would go through their entire lives being completely oblivious to it.

It sometimes feels that ignorance is the mastermind, driving the abyssal reality.

Heed my call, take the plunge and you shall find,
Reality is illusive, societal structures forced upon the mind.

Trip easy my friend.

-Askios

Thursday, 21 March 2013

3.E

It all seems to be different these days. What changed? Led Zepplin sounds the same...DotA feels the same...WHAT CHANGED!?

Sunday, 10 February 2013

Lesser.

What inspires, Ro?
Need that split second spark to know.
I see her in my breath,
slowly wafting to my mind,
the easiest hope you may never find.

 She urges me, to try some more,
till the path's blurry and I know where to go.
With an ease her prophecies lie,
holding my hand, looking me in the eye.

Oh but she never leaves, you have to know.
Drag her , rend her, whatever you try.
Lit like a phoenix she's here to stay,
for even in ash, she never goes away.

You and I, of a common lot,
where lies the end of untangled knots,
Blind stars of fortune, heed our way,
to whatever end, glory or dismay.

This day was foretold by the wise of the past,
hold no grudge, stand steadfast.
In one hand lies her ember of false bliss,
doused in lust, an enchanting kiss.
And the other one holds the hope of better,
between you and I, she's the lesser.

-Askios
(10-Feb-2013, 12.00 a.m.)

Tuesday, 1 January 2013

Featuring: The End - The Doors


This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
......
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free

But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end

Sunday, 30 December 2012

Gifted.

Aesthetics only.

Eons ago, there was quote I read in a newspaper article that remained etched in my memory.
It went something like this..

"Sometimes there would be a rush of noisy visitors and the silence of the monastery would be shattered. This would upset the disciples; not the Master, who seemed just as content with the noise as with the silence. To his protesting disciples he said one day, "Silence is not the absence of sound, but the absence of self".

Something similar ran through my mind last Friday while I was waiting for my train back to Bangalore, from Chennai. Surprisingly, I reached the station rather early and quickly to my dismay it started raining. Running for cover I quickly scanned the train listings and walked towards the designated platform. It was the usual huge crowd, noise and the smell of fish. I looked at my watch and realised that I was one and a half hour early! "Lord have mercy on my legs" was my first thought.

I walked along the platform, to get some coffee and while I was at it, I noticed this group of ten or twelve folks, probably in their mid 40s. There were folks from all walks of life and from different parts of India. They all seemed well to-do and everyone had a glowing smile on their face. They seemed of the chirpy,  happy-go-lucky sort, having a great and the most animated conversation ever. They were all a group of mute folk and one of them  was gifted with something better than sight. (I hate the term 'mute', but for the lack of a better word, kindly bear with me.). I walked a little for a closer look to see Sign language in practise, and immediately I was blown away and stood dumbfounded in awe.
Watching hands effortlessly working in an artistic precision, and faces expressing the emotions like never before, was like looking at magic woven by the Human spirit, in action.

I couldn't understand a bit of their conversation, all I could read was their emotions. I saw joy, shock, gossip, horsing around, and playful joking. The whole aura around that group was captivating, with ZERO sound, yet with a flowing conversation. I directed my focus towards the tall, mute and visually challenged (again...sorry!) person. He was a significant part of the conversation too! Whenever someone had to speak to him, they'd grab his hands and make signs, which he could effortlessly interpret and reply to, using the same means. Whats more, he could hold a conversation with two people, simultaneously! How many of us "Gifted" people can do that? I sure as hell can't.
One might think that's where the amazement ended, and couldn't be more wrong. Another thing that really got my mind blown with awe was when the folks could seamlessly join a private conversation going on between a few people. They seemed to instantly know what the others were talking about with their signs, and joined their conversation, as if they were there all along! Again, how many of us "Gifted" lot can do that ? We'd make a fool of ourselves, asking stupid questions about what people were talking about.

I spent a good hour just looking at them, till I noticed a lady, from the group looking at me with inquisitive eyes, probably asking.."What are you looking at, Mister?!". By then a small discreet crowd had gathered around them, all held in awe. I walked a little back, so as to not seem rude to the group, and casually strolled  around coming back, time to time just to feel what a conversation without the presence of sound, felt like.
To be honest, I felt a tad privileged and humbled, to be a witness to this sight. To see how flexible and generous Life can be, to give one the option to walk around a mountain, if one can't climb it, and with..

ABSOLUTELY NO SOUND!!!!!!!

Breathe Easy. \/
-Askios

Sunday, 16 December 2012

High Tides: Ethereal



The real ethereal..
Presence of a ghost.
A silent host..
A chill wind blown down a soul.
A spectral presence,
down the funeral home.
Surreal wish, but of nothing, mere ethereal.
A sweet dagger thrusted inside,
the gentle hands of a seductress, heavenly reside
A wish of lust and yet nothing, 
but of mere ethereal....

Figures of absence,
and the strength of steel.
First, wisps of real,
then sullen ethereal.
Heathen presence of the pasts conceal,
a morsel of truth,  the rest ethereal.

Into the light, I humbly stand,
with a bow of the head, a wish in my hand.
A wish, to once and forever reveal..
Truth is throughout unreal,
all is but One....Ethereal.

-Askios

P.S.: Very fond of that word 'ethereal'. Again, dunno when I wrote this. Got high, that word came to mind and everything else was .....ETHEREAL.

High Tides: Trip through a mirchi

('Mirchi' is the hindi word for 'Chillies/Pepper'.)



A trip through a mirchi,
a bite she does,
an invisible buzz.
Secretly,
a trip through a mirchi.
A pain in bliss,
a vengeful hiss.
A sweet and sour cut,
she burns my effigy.
A high moon tide,
an infernal ride,
her spectral synergy,
a trip through a mirchi.

A devilrous curse,
a poisoned hearse,
ancient poetic verse,
a psalmic energy,
my trip through a mirchi.
Soul searing lava,
my life through java.
Requisite Fire,
that abridged much higher,
you stroll my syllable 'E'
my trip through a mirchi.

As you now fade,
to an immense serenade,
I bind my devilry,
it's a trip through a mirchi,
a fine trip through a mirchi.
A poisonous form,
in the physical form of a mercurial banshee,
of a diligent scythe,
an ominous  vibe,
eternal riff yet a subliminal rife,
a trip through a mirchi.

-Askios

P.S.:Dunno when I wrote this. I was high and decided to chow down on a chilly/pepper and that somehow amplified the trip..thus the name.

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