Saturday, April 11, 2009

Madonna Of The Rocks


desired theme- Virgin Mary, baby John-the baptist, Uriel and baby Jesus sheltering in a cave.

Leonardo filled the painting with explosive and disturbing details...
The painting showed a blue-robed Virgin Mary sitting with her arm around an infant, presumably baby Jesus. Opposite Mary sat Uriel, also with an infant, presumably baby John the Baptist. Oddly though, rather than the usual Jesus-blessing-John scenario, it was baby John who was blessing Jesus... and Jesus was submitting to his authority.
More troubling, still, Mary was holding one hand high above the head of the infant John and making a decidedly threatening gesture- her fingers looking like eagle's talons, gripping an invisible head.
Finally, the most obvious and frightening image: Just below Mary's curled fingers, Uriel was making a cutting gesture with his hand- as if slicing the neck of the invisible head gripped by Mary's clawlike hand...

what this was all about, the secret got burried with da Vinci... but he was an outright rebel against Christianity... He didn't intend to malign what the Christian leaders put forward... He only tried to put forward what they inteded (and succeded) to hide...

Towards Palm-Mystery

I've been practicing Palmistry since I was in class XI. my nanu has been my source of inspiration, my guru, my mentor and also my biggest (constructive) critique. so far, I have read lots and lots of palms of the most varied types. my clientel (oh! I hate the term, though.) is vast, varied and doesn't fit-in my memory even! probably because I don't charge. so, why am I writing this? this is not supposed to be a "Guide to Palmistry"...not even some journal on my experiences... this is a simple write-up, with words found hard, in an attempt to subdue some of unacceptable outlooks and bias about this science, which is considered no science at all.

This is the millennium of Pisces, which means the millennium of revelations. This is the Decade of Science...the Science which has proven the impact of the number of hair strands, the impact of hte lines beneath the feet, the impact of change in the places of constellations on nature and weather conditions...and also, the impact of phases of moon on human mentality. And in this age of of logical reasoning and going behind the pre-established barriers, people like me-who take interest in occult- see this most vast science getting lost in translation. Do you think that whatever the Nature has endowed us with has no impact upon us all- the Universal Recipients!?

Coming to Palmistry... these lines on everybody's hands tell tales. And accept it or not, the fact is that we all are fascinated by occult- reasons may differ. else, why do you turn to your daily Astrological Predictions' page, even if you crib about them all a minute later? and hell, don't tell me you do not believe in Karmas and Destiny... And God!!
Your hand is a map of your life. Personally, I don't tell all, nor do I believe in knowing the happenings of my life beforehand. Universe is an Esoteric Mystery and I believe in being an unhindering part of it all. Human Will is yet another unexplicable phenomenon. this factor can change things in your favour if they are against. This is what Palmistry says. Its the Anatomy of your life, and just like even after knowing whats good and bad for your body, you're free to do whatever with your body...similarly, you might believe what a Palmist tells you and continue treating your life the way you want.

Now, if you think you shall have written proofs in your hands to believe in this Science... then you're demanding it from the lesser mortals who haven't even been able to decipher their own brain!!

Somethings are beyond our understanding and logic. But this never does imply that they do not exist...the Bermuda Triangle stands testimony to it.

I am not asking you to believe all this..or even take the pains to lend an ear. but just as I am not questioning or ridiculing your stands, I expect that mine, or anybody's, beliefs in Occult are not ridiculed, even if Questioned....

Thursday, April 2, 2009

People play Games...Love isn't one

if I knew it would end like this,
I'd have never talked to you.
I'd never give you hope.
never let myself surrender to you.
or was it even true?
I was just so used to being with you!
I didn't know I could manage on my own.
Or... can I?

my eyes are open,
but the pain is near.
in my broken heart,
I do not know if it was you
who broke my heart
or did I break yours?
it all ended so sadly.
with hatred, with betrayal.
its easier when there's a reason
why people break up.
but there is not.
the blame is whose?

and you have to blame
someone for your miserable mind.
love left behind my shattered heart.
alone to survive in this cold world
alone to believe I could love again.
that I would feel joy.

but...Love doesn't hurt people,
or make them feel sad,
or trick them.
People hurt people.
with intention or with accident.
but everyone is the master of their own life,
if they dare.
if they don't, they keep blaming love for their hurt...
Like people have done for ages...
Like I'd been doing till now!!

not yet the long sleep

glittering dark,
dancing before my eyes...
closed everything I see,
shadowed!
in roaring silence I hear...
falling of a feather,
soundless...
a hush!!
my lover's touch..
bitter, life's bile.
sweet, love's taste.
shadows of tomorrow
darken the path of yesterday.
what was,
will never be what is.
Stands before my eyes, open...
MY LIFE...

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Phases

frightened like a virgin

in a no-man's-land.

the lustruous masochism

with its free hand.

I drown!

yea...don't frown!!

bloodless like

a little blade of grass.

the ceasing spirit

in my captivated carcass...

I die...

yea... I fly!

stupendous sadistic virtuality

ending in a blur.

I wanna make...

Oh! this though's like fur!

I overflow!

yea... don't go!!

imaginations...

the apple of my eyes.

like a silent whisper.

like blazened skies...

I glow!

I know you know!

diminishing like

the waning phases of moon.

I've found some last words...

come a little too soon!!

I set free...

all I ever had of me!

humming incessantly

like derranged strings of some guitar.

antagonising thoughts

taking the play too far

I bleed...

don't pay any heed!!

too loud,

like echoes of the vacant mind.

arousing breeze...

something of its kind!

I burn..

still you don't turn...

the enthralling voice...

the judgement call.

like cheese to macroni...

your dissipating charms befall!!

I stand washed.

are you too sloshed?

a bud blossoms.

and I open my eyes here.

a refuge gets snatched

in an abandoned nowhere.

the road bends.

yea...I end!!

Offences

baby, I want you.

is that a crime?

the way those lips

entice me,

I feel I'd even

kill for them.

if need be!

I overshoot

the rocket of my desires.

air comes in gasps.

anyone can say

I suffer a convulsion.

your fingernails,

as short as mine...

the small upturned chin.

Gosh!

is there something I don't like?

threats of my diseased mind

engulfing all my sanity.

I'm captivated in your charms.

for mercy, I won't shout.

your allegorical discretions

are yours...

come bail me out!

I can feel you

underneath all my skin.

and I wonder

if you feel remotely akin?!

I am crazy

you're no less than mad.

if I fantacise,

you do too...

sometimes, perhaps

that's why

I'm so into you!

the mono-colored feathers

of all dreams

drift into a

melancholic sodism.

it does feel like an offence

to not want to be free

from your enchanting prison!

darling, I yearn for you.

I pine!

even after knowing

you're not mine.

the offshooting tributaries

of smothered desires

under the crescent moon

hardly let me be!

honey, if desiring you

is really a crime...

Come, baby,

arrest me!!

Monday, March 30, 2009

That's When It hurts...

you talk to me
with a saddened voice.
that there once was,
is vacuumed in some void.
you say again,
"I Love You"...
that's when it hurts!

we meet at some place.
with a certain necessary words.
we both know we're crowded.
standing in two distant worlds.
still you smile
and hold my hand.
that's when it hurts!

you're talking and talking.
I'm disinterested, still listening.
you do not want this to end.
and I'm sarcastic, teasing!
tears threaten your eyes.
tears which I wanna see.
I know it hurts!

we say our goodbyes.
you still turn back and see.
I calmly stand fagging.
distance increasing between you and me.
you'd go back and call.
I'd call back and would forget.
Still shall it hurt!?!