an overview

Well to start as an asthete would,our trip to south india was filled
with beautiful images,sounds and smells and memories that we'd be
compelled to treasure forever.Each of the places we visited had about
them a enticing quality and unique charm.After having heard that all
the other classes were going to places with picturesque views,idyllic
landscapes,shopping complexes and good food,we decided to look for
something more humble and satisfying.The student representative from
our class spoke to the district collector of pondicherry and asked him if
we could do some relief work.Having asked three months after the
disaster,most of the relief and rehabilitation had already been done.
Nevertheless, we visted the islands of sottikuppam and rajapetti to
dig the ground for the newfangled coconut saplings.We had set off at 8
am and by noon the heat was getting unbearable, but the aroma of the
subtly flavoured,hot lunch that had been prepared for us ;we decided
to finish our work as soon as possible.the evening ushered in a series
of quiet moments followed by giggles and laughter.we visited an
orphanage to find the children satisfied with such little,our
introduction was followed by a medley of tamil numbers sung by the
children themselves.Our teachers were spellbound by the extraordinary
voices that some of them seemed to have.

slow dance

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched little kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Do you run through each day

On the fly?

When you ask How are you?

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head?

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Ever told your child,

We'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say,"hi"

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift....

Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

social work

Jia Singh

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Reflective Journal Assignment



I wish to commence this reflective journal by explaining to you, what exactly a ‘reflective journal’ entails and how it is defined. “Reflective journals have been used in many academic disciplines as a means to promote critical thinking, to provide feedback to instructors and students, and to integrate theory and practice. The use of technology and constructivist learning theory allows the potential for reflective journal assignments to become part of the development of a student-centered learning community. (Journal abstract). Thus, the aim of this assignment is for me to analyze readings and tutorials and add to them my personal experience of the same.


With the readings coming first, from Week 3, chapters 1, 5, 6 from the textbook “Interplay’. Chapter one, reading “why we communicate” is very interesting as it outlines all the reasons why communication is essential in society and like breathing, no one can do without it. In the study of isolation, mentioned here (Schachter, 1959, pp, 9-10), I can relate this to my personal experience as there is a religious place in a city called ‘Pune’ in India, where they practice a ritual( Vippasana) of keeping quite for 12 whole days. I went with my mother, when I was younger and I couldn’t last more than 2 days. Contrary to my beliefs, my mum, too couldn’t last the entire length of the ritual and we had to go out of the temple to talk to other people, as we felt empty, discontented and very isolated while we were inside. The research (duck,1998;Fitzpatrick & Vangelisti,2001;Uchino,2004) shows that satisfying relationships can literally be a matter of life and death is true even in my personal experience, as my mum who has been divorced for more than a couple of months now, has trouble because she has lost the most significant of all her relationships. She falls ill ever so often and has to visit a psychiatrist and a mental counselor from time to time. The article about the ‘webcam’ particularly holds true for me as I am from India and miss home a lot, but when I am watching them over a webcam, I feel much better, at ease and comforted. I believe that technology, if used correctly can really bridge distances and make communication even easier. Chapter 5, titled ‘language’ piques a keen interest in me, as id like to know more about the role of language. In this, we first notice that we are stressing on the verbal part of communication and I will be focusing on one aspect of it. Language is rule governed, means that it is codified in rules. For instance, phonological rules govern how sounds are combined to form words, like Champagne, Double and Occasion hold the same meaning in all languages but are said differently, because they all have rules. Syntactic rules are to do with how letter should be placed. A phrase can be written differently to sound absurd and turned around for it to make sense. ‘Pragmatic Rules’ are what tell us the interpretation and uses of the message, when two people can say the same thing and mean differently. Like the statement, I want you will be different for someone who is appointing someone onto a task or if a lover says it. I have noticed that, my friend from Russia, who lives with me in India, doesn’t mean harm when she talks in Hindi, but her words are often jumbled and she appears rude. Sometimes, when she literally translates from English, she ends up making huge faux pas. Chapter 6 looks at ‘non verbal communication’ and stresses that what we must do here is Observe and keep Observing, to get useful cues. I noticed that in this reading, when they talk about non verbal communication on instant messaging, with emoticons and special symbols, I notice that they do not compare to face to face non verbal communication, as you cannot notice gestures and body language. Why it is so important, is because it speaks volumes that help us gain our first impression. 60% of all communication is done, via body language and posture. Some non verbal behaviour, called emblems are culturally understood substitutes for verbal expressions. For instance, a wink in India is considered as eve teasing and only men do it, while abroad; everyone winks when they’re pulling a prank on someone. In recent study, behaviour and facial expression is often studied to tell a liar apart. Back in India, my cousin once fooled the police by appearing to be very calm, when he was stopped because of speeding and when asked about his license, he said he had it, the police looked at him and let him go, without a fine. When, I was at a court, I noticed that at the time of interrogation, when the man accused of a large criminal offence, appeared confident and showed no signs of fear, remorse or guilt , he won the case. Thus, while it is very tough indeed to appear composed and calm at this stage, one is often freed, when you do appear this way.


The reading in Week 9, ‘Oral Presentations/Speeches’, states in compares both written and oral communication. In my opinion, ‘oral communication’ is most preferred for the best communicators today. They all decide to stand up in front of a podium and speak, often extemporarily. This, according to me, is very effective as it is more personal, allows immediate feedback and people almost immediately tell you if they beg to differ, disagree or cannot comprehend what you are saying. As mentioned in the reading, I find true that a step by step procedure that outlines the entire process even verbally is excellent communication to the listeners. For example, I was a minor, only 17 years old when I was working for animal welfare in India. I didn’t have grandiose plans like the ministers but I did have a team, who were working strategically and step by step. When, I started writing letters to them, asking for funds, they didn’t listen to me; but, when I started to go up onstage and speak with conviction, whilst detailing all the steps in our plan with the help of audio-visual aids like short films and transparencies, we were given heavy donations and sponsorship for the task at hand.


The reading in Week 8, titled ‘teams that work’ basically focuses on how to facilitate better communication within members of a team, so that we get better results and more work done. What I notice also in the reading, is that while in healthcare, the number of teams and professionals are increasing, it is getting tougher and tougher for the people accessing these services for help. For instance, my grandmother had osteoporosis and had to have her knee’s removed, she wanted to go to the best specialist and surgeon, but she got thoroughly confused, because indeed, there were so many of these professionals offering identical treatment and surgery for the same price. Unlike, residential staff or people in a nursing home, the people my grand mum consulted sent her to other specialists and even more people for a second opinion and for more diagnostic tests, that burned a huge hole in her pocket and tired her immensely that she decided to not go for the surgery at all. Thus, in my opinion, had the doctor’s collaborated but perhaps, in a more organized way, then maybe she wouldn’t be in so much pain after all. As far as the making of teams is concerned, the process outlined here is very sensible as “Forming” first helps clarify their roles, the parameters within which they function and their aim, all in one. It helps clarify at a very early stage and formulate code of conduct, the end goal and responsibilities. The next, “Performing” literally means the implementation of all the policies and the execution of the task to reach the end goal. A chairperson, agendas for meetings, questioning are all useful in getting work done more efficiently. Then “storming” is based on how well, the norming and performing have been. It normally looks at how to solve a conflict or damage control. Lastly, “Adjourning” involves debriefing of how the task went and celebrating the achievements, while acknowledging everyone’s work. These treats or celebrations are imperative in larger teams, as the members truly deserve it and it works as an incentive to do even better. I have noticed this, in my workplace in India, when we were bringing back stray puppies from the roads, vaccinating them, feeding them and giving them away for adoption. The norming process, took longest as no one in my team was coming forward to do all the dirty work, like bathe them and de tick them of fleas and insects, so I had to volunteer. I also noticed that after we had sold about 14 very handsome puppies, I had to take them all out for a meal and for a movie, as they had deserved it

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I am going to be analyzing here, what we cover in our tutorials.


Week 8,First, I will talk about Our Community assessment Scenario where we were to choose a community that we were very familiar with and then answer the subsequent questions. I noticed a marked difference, in the size of communities that people were discussing. As most of them, were from Australia, their communities were smaller and more compact, whereas, I was from India and we are all closely knit families and there isn’t really a community feeling to it. So, while they chose areas in their home city, I chose my entire city, New Delhi as I felt like I had enough information to impart. On doing so, when we were questioning each other in the groups, I realized that my community had so many more issues (e.g.-religious wars, mass murdering, and thefts) that had to be confronted as we were catering to people from all age groups and because, this area of New Delhi is one of the most populous regions in the world. My group members on the other hand, had fewer and more specific problems that were perhaps even easier to solve, for instance, they had to tackle problems about new buildings being constructed on land that was once a park and removing an electrity pole as it was an eyesore to everyone who visited that neighborhood. I also noticed, that when we discussed newer bodies that would be required to tackle these issues, the others came up with rangers and the area police, whilst I had to talk about establishing non governmental organizations that would work selflessly, as crime in spite of their being police was going unnoticed.


The second tutorial that I will be focusing on is the one in week 3, verbal and non verbal communication. In this tutorial, we were given a sheet of emotions and we had to put them under strong, weak or medium. After having completed this, we were to go over it with our peers and see their choice in words, while some of the words were alarmingly similar, I also noticed that often the word I put in the highest degree was not the highest form of that emotion and so forth. It was important to me, I think, because I was clearer about what I was feeling now, with different emotions. It was also difficult finding suitable words in our vocabulary that would help to describe a weaker or stronger form. For instance, I had thought that fear, cannot really be a weak one, it is generalized fear and normally comes on very strong. I was wrong and terrified and horrified are the strongest with nervous in the middle and uneasy as the weakest. This now made sense to me, as I made a conscious effort in my daily life to not over exaggerate my feelings. In addition to this, we were also given a fill in the blank questionnaire, where we were to insert the predominant feeling in the particular case. For instance, we were provided with the condition of the person and the setting he /she was in and in addition to that, a sentence spoken by them. We were to now, put down those feelings and describe them as one. It was very interesting while we were working in groups, our responses often differed at what we thought was perhaps more dominant.


References:


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The Journal of Baccalaureate Social Work. 11(1) fall 2005, 87-100.
Year of Publication
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The process of interpersonal communication ‘interplay’, Ronald B Adler, Lawrence B Rosenfeld, Russell F. Proctor 2nd, Tenth Edition, Oxford University Press, New York
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Tyler, S.Kossen,C and Ryan C(2005) ‘oral presentations/Speeches’, in communication A foundation course, second edition, Pearson prentice hall, Frenchs Forest,pp.111-129
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Hammerton, M., Sadler, P and Cartwright, A.(2005) ‘Teams that work’, in Berglund and Saltman,D.(Eds), oxford university press, south Melbourne.

PHALLOCENTRISM

“The vagina is so artificial (affabre is his word) that it can accommodate its self to any penis so that it can give way to a long one, meet a short one, widen to a thick one, constringe to a small one: so that every man might well enough lie with any woman, and every woman with any man.” (The anatomy of human bodies epitomized 1682 p. 156)


In the first reading, The Second Sex, the author, Simone de Beauvior seems to believe that the erotic experience of a female is more than just a sensual experience; she explains it as a complex process that entails a lot of physical pain as well psychological angst. Simone seems to put forward the idea that the first experience of a woman might pose crisis and such crisis could become the ground for her sexual experience that await in her future. “But the erotic experiences of the young girl are not simply an extension of her former sexual activities; very often they are unexpected and disagreeable; and they are always in a nature of a new event that makes a break with the past.” (Second Sex, pp. 58) Therefore, one can notice this psychological difference between the male experiences as compared to that of the female, wherein, the male experience elaborates itself in to the sensual world, the female experience tends to exceed it. Simone also speaks about the anatomic destiny which she says is profoundly different in man and woman and no less different is their moral and social situation. Anatomic destiny is explained by Simone as the point of difference in the social expectation for the male and the female. “Patriarchal civilization dedicated woman to chastity; it recognized more or less openly the right of the male to sexual freedom, while woman was restricted to marriage.” (Second Sex, pp. 59)



The second author Luce Irigiray, the author of This Sex Which is Not One, seems to focus on the idea of the sexual experience of the male and female. In doing so, she puts forward an opinion that the female experience is subjectively very different for the gender than what is considered in society. Thus the expectations from the female in the act are in turn, very different from the psychological experience and the physical nature of the act. This idea seems to be consistent with that of Simone’s as she in her writings describes the difference of the female and male sexual experience in different areas; social, psychological and physical. Irigiray, also puts forward the idea of autoeroticism which according to her, is the autonomic process of the female genitalia where due to is position and structure, the interaction of the two lips of the vagina seem to be perpetual. This phenomenon for Irigiray seems to be the original form of female eroticism, different to the males as the male needs his hand, a woman’s body and language as instruments for achieving a self performed sexual act. “This autoeroticism is disrupted by a violent break in the brutal separation of the two lips by a violating penis, an intrusion that distracts and deflects the woman from this self caressing she needs if she is not to incur the disappearance of her own pleasure in sexual relations.” (This Sex Which is Not One, pp. 80) Therefore it seems that Irigiray puts forward the idea that the sexual experience of the female with a male is some what an out of place experience for the female, as the original experience requires only ,her. In considering, male intervention, we must also look at the given social expectations and physical discomfort sometimes that make it a psychologically tormenting experience.



The third author under analysis, Germaine Greer who wrote The Female Eunuch, seems deeply intrigued by the mysterious woman. In other words, Germaine has elaborated in terms of the mysteries that cover the female’s genitals and the mystery that hides the dialogue of the female sexual experience in today’s society. The excerpt form Jackie Collins speaks about the male and the female in the act of love making slowly and clearly defining the moves of the man subtly applauding him for every right stop, whereas the woman is described in her exceeded sensual state muttering words and emoting more. This excerpt is consistent with the idea put forward by Simone in Second Sex where she speaks about the woman’s sexual experience as more than just a sensual one. In the same excerpt, the end of the act seems to be a conversation that reflects the mastery of the male over the female in the apparent ‘love making’. “…We still make love to organs and not people: that so far from realizing that people are never more idiosyncratic, never more totally there than when they are making love, we are never more incommunicative, never more alone.” (The Female Eunuch, pp. 78) Germaine also puts forward the notion that a female is not at many occasions encouraged to find out or explore her own sexual being. Thus in terms of knowing the equivalent of the male erection, her own lubrication seems to be yet again a mysterious process, never to be spoken about, never to be experienced until she turns herself to the male discretion. “Women’s sexual organs are shrouded in mystery.” (The Female Eunuch pp. 74)


One needs to bear in mind that the term phallocentricism is broad in its own respect; therefore, one can analyze any response or argument only through a set criterion. In my opinion, to render one author as most efficient in her responses to phallocentrism would be inappropriate as I believe that, it is an integrated view of the three that will give a clearer picture and aid our understanding of the issue being dealt with. While, Germaine Greer deals with the underlying mystery of the female sexual experience, Simone and Irigiray choose to elaborate on the difference between the experience of the male and the female, whilst maintaining their own, original stance.






References:

Course Reader

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Germaine Greer, The Female Eunuch, Penguin, 1972. (Chap. entitled “Sex”) pp. 39-46
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Luce Irigiray, This Sex Which Is Not One (C. Porter & C.Burke,trans.), Chap 2 (same title), Cornell University Press, 1985, pp. 23-33
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Simone de Beauvior, The Second Sex (H.M. Parshley, trans.) Vintage Books, 1989 (Part IV, Chap. 3, “Sexual Initiation”), pp 392-423


Bibliography:

Course Reader

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Germaine Greer, The Female Eunuch, Penguin, 1972. (Chap. entitled “Sex”) pp. 39-46
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Luce Irigiray, This Sex Which Is Not One (C. Porter & C.Burke,trans.), Chap 2 (same title), Cornell University Press, 1985, pp. 23-33
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Simone de Beauvior, The Second Sex (H.M. Parshley, trans.) Vintage Books, 1989 (Part IV, Chap. 3, “Sexual Initiation”), pp 392-423

truly beautiful, as W.B Yeats writes

HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

JIA

Tomorrow shall begin with will
As my shoulders prepare to climb
To power a start of a journey, I say
What has it meant so far?
As the road has lead along reason
A vision to learn as one, I say
And so the step forward for courage
It seems she belongs as I do too
Open fields painted in green
As my mind grows to cherish
Absence and presence as one, I say
To understand her as though to define
The cycle in which I play
In togetherness with belief, yet curious
Tomorrow shall be perfect advice; where
Conclusions might meet their rightful cause
The glory in a moment explicit to joy
One that passes in words
Although devoid of the wonder inside
After all one of an essence a life, I say
To build the temple and provide my soul
Dignified place to lead as I strive
Tomorrow shall be the one to unite
A missing link and its fright
For the artist paints a colorful sight
She realizes as now I do
By the river with content, I say

Zap!

Slowed down in a mystical land as we meet,
There must be ones who follow, ones that lead
Come a choice where one shall stand
To fight the cause yet agree, fail or succeed, I

By day and another while they pass with stiffness
Treading a carved path to avoid falls; safe,
Presumptions that must too be the one to lead, I
For the fields are green and the herd strong

Little rocks and the bigger ones; the slope up
Then a the slope down, with my magic wand, I
Being the deity and the priest; listeners of the cause
Embedded foots on loose soil with unborn plants

Under which a story finds itself in tiny beings
Under the majestic trunk, with a magic wand, I
Must we chase harmless birds only to see them fly?
For if beauty they bestow should we just sit afar

Pleasure that we seek from who must conform
As the valleys must plunge to the mountain’s high
To fight the cause yet agree, fail or succeed, I
Caution self from the eager us more and more

As we seep deep within the soulless art; trade fare
For one must cook only as one must kill; persuasions
They find their rational trail into my broken cart
When the stars are bright play with a magic wand, I

Cruel as thoughts have made my words, in green fields
Pulled, dragged, bumped, the herd follows grazing path
Around and round in circles led by persuasion
Lured by the magic wand zapped is a soulless I

you and meeeee

what day is it
and in what month
this clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up
and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time

cause it's you and me and all of the people
with nothing to do
nothing to lose
and it's you and me and all of the people
and I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you

all of the things that I want to say
just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping inwards
you got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

cause it's you and me and all of the people
with nothing to do
nothing to prove
and it's you and me and all of the people
and I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you

there's something about you now
I can't quite figure out
everything she does is beautiful
everything she does is right

you and me and all of the people
with nothing to do
nothing to lose
and it's you and me and all of the people
and I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you

you and me and all of the people
with nothing to do
nothing to prove
and it's you and me and all of the people
and I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you

what day is it
and in what month
this clock never seemed so alive

ribhu's innermost

Hi Jia

Never in my life before did I think of writing some verses that would make some sense but yesterday I had this sudden urge to finally try my hand at poetry. I don't know if the lines which I wrote would ever qualify to be called poetry but nonetheless I'll make you read them...



Of Love and Hearbreaks


A moment of bliss, I realise I've encountred
She came to me as spring's virgin breeze.
Bestowing in me a new life, a new soul
Showering on me petals for eternity.


Reasons to live seeped in me unnoticed
Playing inside me symphonies of hope.
Dreams that I lived knew no bounds
Living in irresistible fascination for her.


Alas! it was just a dream of untrue promises
My love for her stretched undefined horizons.
But her words made me writhe in pain and agony,
Pierced my heart, bloodless and cold.


She left me tormented in despair, forever
Shutting out the breeze that once caressed my face
Hovered dark clouds over me, obscuring my vision
Heart dumped into hollowness.


I wandered around, inside some dark abyss
Inside a cauldron of nothingness.
Gaping around in darkness abound,
Withering leaves and faded hues.


I still dream, still yearn for her
Hoping for her to bring in me a new lease of life.
Hues that left me would come back again
Or is it just another unpromising dream?




Hope you'll read it...

Merry-go-Round

Round and round in circles traveling,
In myths and memories, do and please
The power of energy in flow
Round and round in an aura of deed
To connect with glory
That which above and one beyond
Fairy land and the merry go round
Within the mind a spell bound
Prisoner between morals and wishes
Life persist to go round
In colors of perception,
So I commit so I punish
Conclusions occur in monotony
Dizzy I am on the merry go round
To control the grip of the tilted axis
The centre goes slopping down
A tiring creation of guilty climb
Before the parameters of stable grounds
A merry world goes around

A little monster resided beside the lonely street
There he was to be born and left unseen
The little one lay across the darkest hour, only
So the light within him would fall asleep

Not a joy to him it was
A flawed boy against the finicky white gleam
Together with stories the little one played
Ones that no one but him would know

When slowly the teeth started to show
To snap a bit,
Crush the tiny tads under his furious glow
With vehemence his eyes with fire had lit

Passing by people, creatures, annihilators only
For the little to lie and see,
Soon to be another, just a figure
Rough with fuzz his naive face was to be

In consolation a tomorrow offered himself,
A little monster dared to peak
Towards the finicky white gleam
For all it yearned was to ebb the severing feel

Yet incised and by practice commanded
Day again set cold and dark
As the little one sipped the bitter crimson shine
Roaring against the ones of deceit

Once petite, the monster awoke to render
All of which was his to keep,
To share his plight, the lonely nights
It wasn’t tears it wasn’t struggle

Actions commit as he fled his turf
The one at war the one of sham
Oh the lord the righteous one had touched
Yet another with misery beneath

In the light of day walked the jaded priest
Of his stories and the obscurity to speak
It was time to take a walk to the forlorn street
Look behind and smile in peace

So it was to the little one a colossal dream
Before he knew it was to be deceived
In thought of truth and his belief
For every deed rightfully complete

Yet again pushed into the corner street
In question he sat of all he preached
The touch of the lord and the white day gleam
In the moment of rescue a reflection squealed

The only play he once had to seek
A little monster resided beside the lonely street

There he was the little one, a monster
Revived to share the course
Of his dusky little ego in breach

Ruins of a Colosseum

A vast stream of provoked urgency
Enfolds the powerful glow of golden hearted
Swathe sanity through mundane
Piece by piece; brick by brick
The former and present old and modern
Together unite in the majestic colosseum

For vanity and strength, the imperial beings
In fear of fatality against and beyond will
The melancholy haunts of several within
Shout aloud in bloody cheers of win
The former and present old and modern
Together unite in the majestic colosseum

The emperor his highness,
In goodwill and faith, for friend and foe
To bread our joy must we bestow
Golden coins and silver ones
The ones from god and ones for thee
In crucial battle of humans and beasts
Some condemned while some preach
The former the present old and modern
Together unite in the majestic colosseum

Every voice at once be heard
The playful children to the lonely shepherd
For the righteous path must be served, and
Not a creature shall pass cursed with despair
While with roars and applause, shall commence
Peace and harmony in a gory fair
Shall echo the sounds of fiery homes, as
The former the present the old and modern
Together unite in the majestic colosseum

A battle horse, a knight and a lance,
Race towards victories’ reach,
In silver coins and golden ones,
A gladiator and a slave, I am at once.

To the Humble Creator

Hey father, where are you
Mother is home but I’m not
The bricks are there but the walls not
I build a castle for a moment
It disappears like fading music
I shall direct a play one of a kind
You can act and so will I
Where mother cooks as we all tend to lie
Sweet love that flows lets find a current
Sail a boat, cant we?
Come on, where are you
Let’s make mistakes just as planned
You can buy and I can cry
Tantrum after another, selfishly
As I exploit the sweetness,
Let’s all bite into the novel sin
Hold my hand direct me into
The scampering pace,
I want, you want, we all want
More dreams to come true,
Without troubles, if they came through
Come on lets have a drink,
The crisp taste of fermented grapes
As our last supper continues,
Come along regardless
Its life that waits, a choice to make
In the gardens of fornication
Mysticism of the opiate
Paper in worship with power
Come father,
Its creation that executes you
Any last wishes, have, do you?

Urban Verve

Summer morning lush green,
Glorious sun and the happy trees
The wind is warm though serene
It’s not a mountain neither a valley
A busy bee and a morning in the city

Far away is the silent bliss
Here it is just a buses’ trip
Wrap it up some meat and bread
Time it is as the light is green
Running across none seem discrete

Summer morning with the sea
Do children still play; I can’t see
One step forward rent lets seek
Two step forward on a lonely street
Another night in need of sleep

Oh! No it isn’t gloomy at all
The pub is open to drink and fall
Its ladies night interesting shall it be
Let’s queue up
Here sir, that’s my id

Another morning lush as green
A strange taste in my mouth
As I sit on a merry go round,
Parched as it feels
The bus is full and silence sought

Am I dead or do I live
Or is it just the city glyph

Peacekeeper

Await inspiration as I
To find the will and take the stride
The day is calm admits thoughts disarray
A physical flair of eloquent desire
Sometime my servant sometime my sire

So a long walk I must begin
Where the night shall pass slowly,
And a pacifist I become
Another day has passed me by
Await inspiration as I
Without a walk in doubled steps
Along with thoughts that fly by

Agitation of kinds, the future the past
A theory here and a theory there
Observation, test, results
As I try to keep up
I might be left behind
Now with time memories move on
So do I swim along, an empty stream
Closure if there will be,
As a pacifist I become

Once more, between thoughts
The day ends before its start
With hunger, greed and fantasy
Await inspiration as I
So call a meeting, write a bill
Satisfy my friends
Who die against will

Amongst soldiers,
Shoved, fallen, grimy; I
Watch foot steps getting faster,
As gentle whispers among noise scatter
Why does it seem to anarchy I succumb?
As a pacifist I become

Hush-Hush

Therein, innumerable sounds of everyday
To survive the uncanny notice of whispers aloud
Much more and more to find a ‘together’ in peace
When the sounds of everyday seem to decrease
Simple whispers become the voice of her in me
To know not where I come from,
To know not what I dreamt of,
As a gentle stream she meanders along a faithless I
Holding still in hope, the wishful gleam
Lingers she, for a wonder which inside
As her, slowly to blossom within me
So as with this callous I, she seems to sleep
Much more and more to find a ‘together’ in peace
Simple whispers become the voice of her in me

Slowed Down

Slightly with a white gleam
In constant motion of lingo
Revealing her story she stood
With effortless blinks enveloped
As if on a piano her fingers were to sit
Opposite the horizon we sat
Wandering the vast blue sea within, I,
Surrounded by placid sounds of calm
Caught in simplicity of an untimely slip
On a cliff, I might have…

Sunshine, sunshine winter here
With a new rhyme,
Day crawls within gloomy haze
Trickling down of shades in grey
As corners watch the delightful play
Of those on clock, dodge astray
Sunshine, sunshine winter here
It is time the gracious ones
Shall lose their luscious green behind
There again, dark and dry
An eloquent one, yet affable
Stands along in a misty shy,
Sunshine, sunshine winter here
Puffed up birds in fur coats
Farewell the summer; chirping fly
Listen carefully they still sing
For little bells of Christmas,
Through fantasy to ring
Sunshine, sunshine winter here
Maybe just, a different one
Indeed another rhyme
Come look on a rainy day
And listen close,
Playful giggles and laughter behind
Sunshine, sunshine winter here
Here’s to you; as,
In little puddles waits,
My joy of a leaping stride

Deluded

Deluded

The splendor our unspoken words
Lost in time find their way within
Created parameters of a new beginning
In the gravity of our outspoken fears
A transition finds its way into stillness
Of all that must be- to all caught as wishes
For in the limitations of selfish desires
Our story finds itself committing a crime
An abhorrent shadow spreads itself athwart

Time my illusion; as a reprobate becomes the sin
Wisdom my friend is not to impart; for a while
My knowledge is certain, in time immaterial
So my teacher what is that I should learn?
My wisdom is forever, in this perfect world
A child in me has gone astray, in this purity
The painted picture of a certain illusion
In time I am lost to become more fickle
It is with this conviction my teacher I am caught
Entangled in this mundane, we

Nomadic Plunges

Longer in such wistfulness one that draws to corrupt a certain now
Into the beginnings to search and through the ends to question
To find the righteous sounds, deeper into moments, punt the fortune
Lost in the precious instant was the light to master the eternal call
Broken beneath to wobble into the vast blue, senses he and whispers all
Stranger for it may seem he was meant to know before, quiet within
A wooden deck floating in its forsaken bound, no pillars would fight
The empty space and the misery of the cornered walls; as he sailed
Agile winds befriend his sinking ground following together in despair
The arrows of flyby birds chirping towards the merciful soil
Calm might seem the flow of his resentful dance, here he was
In dialogue with his deity who lay in sea also existing around
Soulfully sought from the sunken drift below his hopeful floor
Not as many in occasions had filled with joy this journey that brought
Held still in such nostalgia was the ship less deck and its sunken floor
With a promise he had found in sanity a peaceful hum caught between
Angry waves roaring against delicate edges of his painful selfish flaw
Weak old oars stroking the aimless waters search a for certain just in now
It was there in the offered kismet a present hidden in the burly flair
By a lonely rock in the vast blue were the sunken deck and his hopeful floor

somewhere in between, thats where i want to be

A song that speaks volumes of exactly where i want to be,
Its called "somewhere in between" and its by lifehouse.
The few minutes in dim light that made this memory so special will stay with me forever.
I want to share it:

I can't meet
Losing sleep over this
No I can't
And now I cannot stop pacing
Give me a few hours
I'll have this all sorted out
If my mind would just stop racing

Cause I cannot stand still
I can be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening

This is over my head
But underneath my feet
Cause by tomoroow morning I'll have this thing beat
And everything will be back to the way that it was
I wish that it was just that easy

Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Been waiting for tomoroow
I'm somewhere in between
What is real
Just a dream
What is real
Just a dream
What is real
Just a dream

Would you catch me if I fall out of what I fell in
Dont be surprised if I collapse down at your feet again
I don't want to run away from this
I know that I just don't need this

Cause I cannot stand still
I can be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening

Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Been waiting for tomorrow
And I'm somewhere in between
What is real
Just a dream
What is real
Just a dream
What is real
Just a dream
What is real just a dream

c'mon krish, you know this is about u