FireBird's nest

Forgiveness .....

2011-07-26T09:39:00.000-07:00

How often I find myself
in search of an eraser.....
Wish it would erase .....
so many memories I need not treasure

I agree, me no perfect either...
for hurt sure even I have caused
But why do I feel a rage ...
for those mistakes that I have never been a part off.....

Rocked and shaken I am
by the mere power of hurt
It questions everything I say I blurt

But this fight in me has to end
and all thats hurt has to mend
So I choose to forgive
and hope it finds me too before the end

-- Firebird

A Nights Fairy

2011-02-08T03:29:00.000-08:00

Might have been just another day,
with lots of work and just no play
As Hanif , I and Denny left for dinner that night
mind you, had just reached the gate allright
Have a question thrown from Hanif to me
and as i turned to search its answer in the infinity , there was she
As silence befell our conversation, and my heart the only thing I heard
I don't even remember what it mumbled, every thing it said sounded absurd
I felt the time warp around me, and my gaze locked on her
Oh !!!!!!!! she was beautiful and my heart beats grew faster
Her eyes were as dark as I have known darkness to be
and her hair enjoyed the freedom , curled near her shoulders by a degree
I still feel my vocab insufficient to describe what I have seen
How could she be all , gorgeous , voluptuous and lean
In a yellow top and blue jeans she ripped through me that night
So now there is a burning desire of seeing her besides me, in company of moon light :)
-- firebird

Standing Still

2010-12-16T06:30:00.000-08:00

sands have come and sands have gone
from beneath my legs ... a world I have known
have been washed into the deepest oceans of thought
just by standing still , I have fought

things that existed, and now a past
beyond recognition, but their memory lasts
in the moistness of my eyes another vision was lost
just by standing still, I have fought

may be I am still hurt, tired of what I think is wrong
but then I am still hanging in there, may be I am strong
in thirst pain hunger and a loveless drought
just by standing still , I have fought

Ohh I have been advised to inflict pain on those
to be a thorn in the flesh, rather than carry a heart of rose
I couldn't do it, even when he was a Balrog of Morgoth
just by standing still I Have fought

sands have come, sands have gone
as the darkness deepens I wait for the dawn
for a bugle shall sound from east before my existence is one with the infinite nought
just by standing still , I would have fought

- firebird

A phantom , a warrior , a ghost who walks

2010-11-18T04:43:00.000-08:00

Concept : Aashish Pangam

This tale is from a bloody battle of all times
and a fable retold many a times

About a soldier who went to battle as a man
to fight for good , to fight for his clan

He believed in right knew what was wrong
but his enemy was brutal , and battle drew long

He didn't wanna hurt , he didn't wanna kill
surrounded by the enemy he fought with his will

Even though he tried to be human in battle
his enemy was barbaric , nothing in their path was spared , but killed

His bravery his will held him in good stead in the fight
until an arrow pierced his heart out right

He bled , and pain knew no bounds
and through the battle field, his shrieks of pain did rounds

He fell on his knees , and crashed to dust ...
or so thought his enemies that he would .. he must.

Fell dead the man ... and a warrior rose
and chopped the heads off the enemy who even came close

A sword no sharper, a hit never so lethal
for even the heartless enemy felt his hatred , and an experience near fatal

Even as time stood appalled , and mother earth dress in bloody carcass
he became the wall that no enemy would dream to cross

I wish I could remember that day as the triumph of good , and a dark era gone
but I know for sure, that night in battle a honest good man died and a warrior a war machine was born.

-- firebird

Hypocrite

2010-11-08T19:01:00.000-08:00

Through my adventure till today
I met two kinds of people, I must say

The one who spoke and lived by truth
and the other lied , and would do whatever it took

But deep within they never lied
good or bad .. maybe right or wrong ... but their souls never cried

Until lately I discovered the third kind
Oh they are amazing ... they leave both these guys behind

they lie to themselves and are honest to the world
and the firebird once believed one such honest lie they sold

but soon the lie rose to the fore
firebird is happy like never before

but it pains to see their complicated lives
a heart and a conscience both dozed off for life

their soul alone carries the burden of this all
for one day their heart and conscience will wake up and the hypocrite shall fall ...

-- Firebird

Miss you a lot

2010-08-26T20:21:00.000-07:00

From across thousands of feet
some how some one controls my heart beat

No idea when i gave her the power to control
and thats why may be I am here with my pen and a scroll

May be its funny , may be it not
may be I love her, or .... just miss her a lot

Oh .... you should listen to her talk
Its the only voice thats better than silence , like a mighty ocean lashing away on a rock

In her I dream, and see beyond the boundaries of time
and she tells me everything is sweet ... even a lime :)

At times its all i can think
and looking into nowhere, I smile , I wink

Its she who recharges me, refills new thoughts
and through the day I battle, and am proud how well i fought

There is possibly more to her than i know
She blends reality, dreams and illusions seamlessly you know

The magician she is, she accepts its complicated being her
and you know what even after being so strong, beautiful and powerful even she has her fear

aah . .. alas you may want to know her name guys
and ofcourse there is more to it that what meets the eye

Do you all want to know who is this girl.. who is my life
She is who i go to bed with .. she is my sleep guys

.................
A sleep that guides me through the darkness of the night
a sleep in which all my fears rest
a sleep in which i forget everything
a sleep which when i leave i shall be awakened to a new dawn
and may be the sleep from which I shall never be awake again .....
missing her a lot :)
- firebird

My search for strength

2010-06-18T13:15:00.000-07:00

I often dig deep into myself ,
with a question for company in search of it answer
for often i wonder what strength is all about

Is it to stand tall after a fall
or to hide ones tears for the sake of all

Is it the property of victorious
or may be what make life of a martyr glorious

Probably to stamp ones authority and demand for what one wants
or may be to accept ones undoing ignoring others taunts

is it to befriend the shield and the sword
or to forgive every sinner, win him over with the might of ones words

Is it lead a life of principles not compromised for convenience
probably swimming in the oceans when the storm is intense

or is it to break up and cry at ones defeat
or the feeling of loneliness engulfs you as your world crumbles under your feet

Is it beyond men to understand what it means
or is it subconscious which helps us redeem.

- firebird

Star

2010-03-16T15:08:00.000-07:00

pushed into a corner , i found myself
no light , but only shadows to stare at

all my knowledge seemed to have surrendered
and the might of fear seemed to overwhelm my faith

for my defeat looked inevitable even to a fool
and my existence one with darkness

for a volcano of emotions burst out in my heart
a few of anger , lots of hatred for those who gave this dark gift

i burnt in my anger , and hatred; one with the gloom around me
i was transforming into the very same darkness i disowned

a rude awakening one may say when my broken knowledge woke me up
it was astonishing how far i had walked away from where i wanted to be

with a pat on my shoulder " let do it, not try " said my knowledge
from that day till time bid me bye , i stare the darkness in its face,
for that's why they call me a STAR

-- firebird

The Wait

2010-03-02T10:21:00.000-08:00

In search of those expressions, that smile than looks
Not a person who listens to me , who gives me a ear
but some one who reads me like a book

A search that leads me to directions none worth pursuing
I see a hole in the ship of my optimism , thats begun sinking

For there are suggestion , of change
and to be happy in what I find rather than what i seek
But I also know it wouldn't be me then ,
and no meaning left in what i seek

tempted to change I am I must admit, but "what if ??" my optimism roars
" What if I find the reader
all the expressions, that smile , I have desired forever
"
Would she be cheated by my decision to change,
for in my optimism and desire was she born
Amongst all this storm, all I now desire is for dawn
-- firebird

friendsday

2009-08-03T01:53:00.000-07:00

be it night or day
be it corridors, balcony or a highway
be it work, masti or play
its been you all who have made my day

when i slid off of the rock
or when i slept through a talk
when i was pissed off with my job
and the world was about to label me a blob
guess who were my saving grace

my very own punching pad
that even punches me back
knocking me back conscious
when on the wrong track

from the coffees we devoured
and time me savored
of the times we smiled
and at times wouldn't say a word

i may be pretty ordinary,
same you for this world
its our friendship thats precious to me
so precious never to be sold.
--firebird

306 SKYLINE SURABHI

2009-06-18T08:25:00.000-07:00

when we Bangalored on september four
in search of a place where we could live the lore

We were two group then, me lalu and ranga were one
the tronics guys arun doggy and parageee the other one

Ranga i was told was allergic to smoking and drinking
And if you would tell that to Arun; he would say he is basically joking

So then as fate would have it ; it all started from a mallu newspaper
and we all ended up at Anita house munching banana chips and wafers

In a city where we couldn't find place for two we now had a place for six
while we shifted and watched TV that night others were searching for acco ; were in a fix

where else on earth would jockey be a bank and "sorry" a banned word
balcony for private talks and birthday boys face smeared with curd

Begin the day with aadat and jal
and play cricket with an eight kilo dumbell

the absolute sasta shopping at big bazaar
and the weekend trips to wonderla mekadat and far

my hole , aruns wall and ranga raags
doggies bathroom parags TV ;lalus "The ayurvedic drink" at that was all.

the rebellion for a dining table, unlocking of a locked room
the late night tea at lazza and the wind at the slide in the backyard

for the office stories we shared to dories dal
aur jis din ho cricket match us din to uska haal behaal

between lazy saturdays and long weekends
from pyaaz ki kachoris at BDA to laCAZA the list never ends

the dhoom2 in kamakya
and then the dhoom3 at kamakya

for we had strength and weakness had no sign
but then fate has its design (i don't mean rangas blog it has none)

for nows its 2 in states, 2 in mumbai, 1 in pune & 1 in mindtree
longing to meet you all one day one place 306 SKYLINE SURABHI.

-firebird

SMAKS

2009-06-06T19:59:00.000-07:00

After another tiring day
I drop into my bed
With the fan at full speed
and a pillow under my head

suddenly I feel something
I never felt before
I open the windows
and lock the door

Its amazing as it gets to me
I feel only one thing TIME
and as what I still considered present moves into past
leaving me struggling to rhyme

It aches ! at place i never knew were mine
My thoughts moving in triangles circles and lines

All i did today is to stare at some photos
and i realized gone are the days when we wandered without any motto

Time tries to console me and says "You will remain in touch"
Ya I say why not, orkut gtalk with some luck

But i know our lives are about to change and move ahead; and we are going our ways;
let me tell you all that you all are special to me ; i shall remember you all always

For smaks I believe is beyond time material and space
Its some where within us ;Isn't it this that bring a smile to our face

--firebird
Reflections :
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As a firebird my belief in immortality is pure. Relations are made and broken.
But then ther are those relations with no name , no reason and no expiry which pass into time as a gentle whisper, a cool breeze ,as a fragrance of a flower never to be forgotten. It explains the very basis of immortality to me
Immortality can never be achieved in material. But only in time.
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The Butterfly

2009-01-30T05:11:00.000-08:00

Among the winged creation that grace the sky,
she fell in love of earth.
Leaving sky she choose earth to fly,
and in mother earth's flower and fragrance she flirts.

Buzzing and busy this winger of color,
captures the imagination of all.
And makes me the Firebird wonder,
is sky really beautiful of all.

This winger is a treat to watch,
not to mention a inspiration to me.
She flocks and flies to so many flowers
but takes only the nectar you see

teaching me to take the good from each flight
she is my little teacher "THE BUTTERFLY"

---- Firebird

Light within

2009-01-10T15:13:00.000-08:00

In midst of things that seems to have no beginning nor an end
i look up to the skies for the light to descend

i had been moving forward with my heart as the compass on the trail
and now there were times when its started to fail

It neither attracted or repelled
but i moved ahead on the path that i had last held

All that i realize is the deep dark night
but i have pledged to fight

and thats when i stopped pitying my plight
and didn't look up to the skies for light

the more i learn of darkness, i knew something well
in these walls of pain i wasn't alone to dwell

they were many, like and unlike me
like the drops that form the dark sea

it pained me to see myself a part of the darkness i despise
the pain just grew ,until it burnt me and there was no respite

And as it stands now i have a light of my own,
and the darkness of many
the battles seem to be mine, but victory not yet any
-----Firebird

To say or not to !!!!

2008-12-01T08:48:00.000-08:00

When the heart thinks and my brain beats
When there is no distinction between victory and defeat

The fear of losing things not gained
and friends shout refrain refrain

Now throwing stones into the pond is a new sport
and when words flow from the heart and sink in my throat

When damage is beyond repair
and I can't handle her stare

I fear I might take what i feel for her to my grave
I wish I wish I could be brave

Finally I muster a lot of courage
All after wasting this whole page

With the only question in my mind I walk up to her and say "Hi
Tell me yeh melody itni choclatee kyu hai ; why ??"

-- Firebird

Life :The Process

2008-08-15T01:44:00.000-07:00

I have heard the wisest speak,
nectar flowed from his beak.

He said the process is important
and I asked what about the result

His smile grew bigger than ever
i didn't know was my question foolish or clever!

After a brief silence he left the room
I received a note from him by noon

Fly to the world of men, it said
It looked like an order than a request

It was in the world of men,
I saw machines that did the work of ten

with a body of metal, no heart or brain
they worked morning to night,again and again

delivering results being only their goal,
the term life was alien and so was soul.

On the other hand , the creator of machines "man"
still had not mastered the death, he wishes he can.

The end result of all men who's existence begins from the womb
seemed to me goes through various paths but results in a tomb.

I saw the answer starring at my face
I flew back to my world with great pace

"Welcome Back" said the wise beak,
"See" he said before i could speak
"what differentiates men from machines is life,
a process beyond result of any kind "
"So fear not the result but the reasons all right"

"Then why didn't you tell me if you already knew?" I asked
"why had i to fly so long in search of the answer"
He smiled and said "the process is more important"

---The Firebird

Autumn:Time to Bid Farewell

2008-06-18T13:32:00.000-07:00

Looks like i just woke up from a dream
I walk up to your door and its your name that i scream

I push your door open to feel a gush of wind
As your curtains flutter a vacuum overcomes me within

As our laughter thunders in that empty room
My heart shrinks in vain as flashes of memory zoom

I walk down slowly to the breakfast table
where empty seats indicate the end of the fable

A fable of true friendship and great company
I sip my coffee thinking about those moments... many

As I stare at the mirror I see a thin scaly lifeless tree
Its autumn my friend and all the leaves go free.

--Firebird

The Very Nature of Power

2008-02-28T22:55:00.000-08:00

This came to me from a distant planet
Didn't have a form then but attracted me like a magnet
It said it would be loyal to me forever
Its now my prized possession and i call it power
I now had the power to do everything
I had assumed full control of my life ,I was a king

It was like a friend to me
But one day i was made to see
My inability and helplessness to give up power at right earnest
My relations strained
and many hearts pained
by the merciless power
that i had discovered
for i realize today
i never possessed it
For it enslaves me and rules me and my life
But i haven't given up yet
I shall give it up for sure
Though it still attracts me as a magnet
--Firebird--

The Last Breathe

2008-01-01T02:51:00.000-08:00

As I pack my bags for what they call my end

I peep outside the window to see light at the bend

Their sounds of song and dance die as I close my window

Locking my home I scan the empty sky as I prepare to go

My only companion my horse and my guitar

For my journey back home amongst the stars

As pictures of days gone by flash in front of my eyes

A few sparkling with happiness and a few loud cries

My horse and I are up on the way to the mountain

Where my end is destined and certain

It's dark and cold here and silence runs miles deep

My horse tiptoes and as shadow I creep

I don't fear the beyond as I turn to have a look behind

The lights from the busy street down are not hard to find

I wave them farewell as if they would respond

I hope they would not forget what is right and what is wrong

Let courage and compassion mark each of their acts

Let honesty prevail as lust and greed distract

I pray they remember what they learnt and what I taught

Happiness boredom or failure together we had fought

As darkness readies itself to engulf me dear

Lots of love and a happy new year

- the year of 2007

Eclipse…….

2007-11-01T10:03:00.000-07:00

Worse things can happen beyond wonder
Far more than the wrath of lightning and the sound of thunder
A time when the whole creation seeks place for refuge
And the rage of the dark forces are let loose
As the shadows fly across the sky
And light seems to have bid the world goodbye
As the whole creation is at the brink of chaos
And the enlighten ones in deep prayer
Far away from earth at this dark moment
The battle rages between the forces of good and evil
Silence creeps through the ears and a chill runs down the spine
Shriek of pain and sadistic laughter, the power of the dark had begun its design
The forces of light were brought down to ashes
And darkness covered the world in its blanket
Panic set in the creation
And the enlightened deluded to confusion
Except for one who saw us rise from the ashes
From the ball of fire we rose in great splendour
Light was back in power and the battle that seemed lost resumed with new fervour
The shadows had begun their retrace
Firebirds flew to remove their trace
Dark laughter replaced by illuminated smiles
As light started its travel to earth with a speed of few thousand miles

Eclipse refers to a time in life when one looses control. When our thinking is clouded by the circumstances and mere pain results. But this phase shall be momentary as the firebirds(the spirit) shall rise to dispel the darkness (pain , confusion and anger)
-the firebird

The Sanyasi

2007-10-01T05:02:00.000-07:00

when i heard the sea roar
i felt i needed a ship and an oar
and then when i was on a voyage
i kept searching for the shore

i always wanted to travel where no one else had reached
slogged and fought to be victorious in search of success that no one else had achieved
championed many problems and practiced before i preached
and here i am alone beyond anyone reach

i was by now rich and powerfull
people hailed me and plotted against me
it was time i felt i was thoughtfull
i left them all , i the leader of my army

i slept that night on the countryside terrain
i had no bed nor pillows and great it even rained
what was i running away from was my own pain
but that night i felt what i did was sane

i kept up to this nomadic way of life
leaves fruits or bulbs on which i have thrived
all this helped me realise the truth behind this life
'Many good thing can be done if one decides to die poor'
says the rythm of life

today i sit under a tree ready to help and advice
but people around me feel i am crazy and run behind happiness who is a master of disguise

a young man comes to me and says

"when i hear the sea roar
i felt i need a ship and an oar"

and i tell him
"and then when you are on a voyage
you shall keep searching for the shore"

Most people never return from those voyages like i did. they get lost in the sea of the desires that roars.And even those who return are lost in the wealth they have plundered.Only a few are lucky to realize the truth and become a sanyasi
- a sanyasi

Overcome your fear

2007-08-29T11:22:00.000-07:00

What do you want
what you say
How long are you
supposed to be that way

Why do you fear
cast it away
Express yourself
in a better new way

For all that you care
Why are you scared
Believe yourself
Lets do a dare

What do you fear
drop it away
Know yourself
in a whole new way

Faced with a situation
fear making mistakes
Believe that you are perfect
and courage is all it takes

Why do you fear
lets discover a way
Do it all
Do it your way

Night is dark,its deep
but why are your eyes still open
why don't you drop that pen
Why don't you sleep

What do you fear
dream a new day
there is light
cast your nightmares away

Why make friends
when you lose them
how do you pretend
you don't need them

What do you fear
to be cast away?
When you need them
they shall be there anyway!

How long are you going to cry
How long shall you cling to your past
Don't do it , life's not that dry
look at your present quick fast

What do you fear
past are pages to tear
realize your future
and do everything to nurture

Why every one has an end
why has life to lose
Why it has to be buried
or burnt to ashes

Why do we fear?
is death our end
lets be born again
lets celebrate Life once again
-The firebird

The Author and a Poet

2007-08-22T11:15:00.000-07:00

At times I like to poke my nose
And i over heard my pen give the paper the dose

"I wonder" said the paper called oaky
flapping along with the wind beautifully

"I wonder how does think?"
"Believe me the reader of his story wouldn't blink"

"huh" said the pen called inky
readjusting her nib which had gone a bit kinky

"that foolish fellow is a waste "
"writes pages and pages in a haste"

"i understand " said oaky grinning back
"you seem to like that poet whom i did like to whack"

"just writes four lines on a page"
"uses word like his vocab is trapped in a cage"

"Speaks of thing non existent and abstract
"god alone knows who reads that prat?"

"Check my author for a change "
writes ,interweaves and has a fabulous range"

"His reader get a new outlook towards life, inky"
"knows where to place the full stop better than your kinky'

"Oaky" said inky "that why i hate him you see"
"No fullstops is the poets key"

"He doesn't hold me to much,write frugal"
"but has a lot to say"
"He doesn't give his reader an outlook
they choose theirs ,he doesn't over cook"

oaky angry gave her a flak
she spat back on him and he looked dark black

Interesting is the fight
the author and the poet both need write

who has the guts to tell these guys to take it light
Guys stop the fight
-the fire bird

The Phoenix's Tears

2007-07-09T02:39:00.000-07:00

as my friend calls me over to the balcony to look into the sky
i can't help notice but why?
he exclaims at the moon and says "Wonderful "
But my eyes burn seeing the darkness in plentiful
he says it beautiful its exactly half
i dont know how i managed to laugh
he leaves me with a dark sky to stare
bloody deep and dark, ready to scare
my eyes begin to burn abright
please for god sake switch on the light
with no hope to find i close my eyes
but then i still meet darkness in a new disguise
today silence i find too loud to hear
as i see your shadows dissappear
there is something in my throat that makes me choke
i can't spit it or swallow, its not a joke
i reach out for my phone
god damn its dead doesn't have a dial tone
i seem to have forgotten the philosophy i taught
i can't hold it in longer, got to spit it out
i reach out for my pen and paper
i settle into a chair with a glass of water
i wanted success at any cost
but on the way there is something that i have lost
i want to push it out i wanna cry
but tears seem to have deserted me how hard i hard i try
as time flies past saying goodbye from a mile
there is something on his face, i recognize it its my smile
days that i spent with you all was like a dream
i know they wont come back how hard i scream
my heart is filled with those moments of our love and care
there is so many things we did share
i wish i could acknowledge the gift you all gave me
as two pearls start rolling from my eyes down my cheeks to save me
- the firebird

Just another Romantic Beginning

2007-07-05T21:47:00.000-07:00

Every morning I get up seeing her curl

I feel like singing as she tips and swirls

I walk up to her and grab her by her hips

I feel the energy as I taste her lips

As the sun beams through my curtains to have a look at her

I close my eyes, embrace her in my arms and get lost in her

I feel her love flowing, filling my heart

She gives me the optimism and support for a new start

As her smell fills my senses

I continue to marvel at her appearances

As she leaves me with a promise to meet me later

I hope to loose myself in her dark brown eyes and date her

It’s been days I wanted to tell you all about this person in my life

Yes, yes she is the one on whom I thrive

I keep starring at her, no one else I see

You all know her, she is my coffee

What were you guys thinking??

Good morning and have a great day

-Firebird

Carbon:

2007-07-03T05:01:00.000-07:00

The carbon represents the journey of man born on the earth buried under various pressures,but as he leave this earth he seem to have transformed into a diamond

When I look back at what I was

There I am standing black and dark

Under the earth buried for years

And then one day, people came to mine my kind, with lots of fears

We were black and dark called Coal

They burnt my kind alive for their goal

But I remained buried there for years

And the fire beneath me dried my tears

I begin to move deeper and deeper

Into the earth, my path to my goal had become steeper

Most of my kind left me and went to the surface

Where they were cut and sliced, what a disgrace

They who cut them felt they were soft and light

They who cut them use them to write

I had tried to stop them, I knew they weren’t right

Anyways these brutes called those of my kind graphite

I thought I would be buried here forever alone

I felt helpless and what I had seen had left my soul torn

I no longer felt the burden of the earth above

No longer the heat of the earth below

I kept digging deeper and deeper

Something told me there was no point being a weeper

The Vulcan deep under in depth of the earth

Blasted out when he came to know what had occurred

His flames touched me and made me invincible

I reached the surface where I was ready to meet the terrible

My enemies found cutting me incredible

And I was no longer inflammable

They proclaimed me the hardest stone

The most precious that woman adorn

Most of them want me to be their own

I am a Diamond and no longer burnt

-The Firebird

The KINGHTS of Methuselah

2007-07-02T03:01:00.000-07:00

This is a true homage to all people who put up a fight Any resemblance to Any one still living or half dead is accidental And is not regretted

-Sreenivas Subramanian

The KINGHTS of Methuselah

No swords nor did they have armor

But they fought, THE MEN OF HONOR

The war against the bugs began

All others deserted them and ran

But at the battle of Methuselah, were born the knights

They fought the monsters of sleep with red eyes, day and night

Their socks began stinking

But their empty minds didn’t stop thinking

Their royal robes were dirty and tainted

Thank god nobody fainted. (Oh! that white shirt. U know who I am talking about)

Then came the might enemy THE NULL POINTER and they hit the ground flat

Will some one please RESTART the TOMCAT?(\startup.bak)

The monster of sleep wounded a knight

But he woke up and fought thanks to the bearers of light (thanks guys or I would have slept through the test)

When surrounded completely by the enemy carts

A knight danced and robbed their hearts (kajarare kajarare mind u bollywood rocks)

All they did is Google

Their dinner was cup noodle (yuk……..)

Inspired by the knight, the champions were not to be left behind

They fought and drove home hard and the weather was not kind (is there some one who needs a jacket while driving an activa home at 2:00 in the night)

Then rose a man from the dead

I feel he was shot on his head

If I am not wrong his name was Scott

He replied a why? With a why not?

The army at the battle grew in size

Believe it was not a blessing in disguise

Days went by but to watch the knight fight was a treat

Bored and tired sleep began its retreat

But the fight was far from over

On the D-day they fought gulshan grover (stupid questions from the audience)

The fight was over and the enemy down

Customer our king was happy he still had is crown

People celebrated and danced that night

Even they forgot the worthy knights

So here I write

About the men who put up a fight

On the day graduation

Its time for the knights celebration

Calling all Knights…….

-the firebird

Mariners Compass

2007-06-25T03:00:00.000-07:00

This is a story about a dad and his son

A son who wanted to sail in the oceans for fun

The son pecked his dad to fulfill his dream

So his dad gave him a ship which shined as the sun’s beam

The son took his friend along in the ship for a sail

His dad threw a box in his direction and said use it when your friends fail

The son caught the box and tucked it into his pocket

He adjusted the sails and the ship soared like a rocket

The ocean was calm; his friends helped him direct the ship

They went deeper into the ocean, as the sun began taking a dip

Who would have guessed that this would get dirty?

The light had gone and the clouds came to the party

The ocean began to rumble and churn

And the son didn’t know which way to turn

The sails realized they were imperfect

And the ocean decided which way to redirect

As the ship swirled from left to right

His friend ran away, leaving him alone to fight

He remembered what his dad had told him and reached for his pocket

He opened the box and found a small docket

It said the arrow tip in the instrument show you the way

Follow it my son and you shall never sway away

He looked at the instrument showing him his direction

He hoisted the sails and was back in action

The sails put there mistakes behind

As weather grew unkind

For days the son sailed directed by his instrument

The oceans had been silenced, but he drove against the current

His friends returned back to their loyalty

And the ocean back to its serenity

he could now see the shore

and his dad smiling from the door

he got down from the ship

and climbed on to his fathers hip

what is this dad he asked? Pointing to the instrument

its your conscience he replied with a crescent J

In the above story the son represents our soul

Senses our friends, the sails our intelligence, the ship our body,

the ocean our mind and the instrument the compass our conscience which always

knows which way to go use it when your mind plays games say the dad… our lord

-the firebird

Mr Thread

2007-06-21T23:32:00.000-07:00

This is a story about a necklace in my grand mom’s jewelry box .i just found it last night I remember seeing a beautiful pearl necklace it had nine pearls

Each of different shape and shade But no longer the pearls shimmered in the box which I remember locking it .All I could stare was at the thread I felt he spoke to me .what follows is his story “Hello sir I am Mr. thread “

“I know Mr why you are shocked
It seems you are looking for a necklace that you had locked

Wonderful days weren't they
with pearls red blue green and grey

Pink was my favorite
I have seen no one shimmer better than her till date

Black I thought was great
he liked Red but you know how is fate

Green blue and yellow were my best pals
Maroon brown as sweet as chocolate and grey was a doll

I liked them all and would call them all
Not many knew me ,but the necklace stood tall

Until a day they all became busy
and my calls and repeated request made them fussy

Pink misunderstood me completely
She broke contacts with me immediately

Black stood the test of time
red who was stunned didn’t even mime

Green blue and yellow who were busy didn’t pick up my calls
Maroon and Brown resigned to fate, but grey was still a doll

How do I convince them that’s my job
I had failed to connect their heart, I was a blob

This failure stung me as a lightning stroke
and the necklace that stood tall broke”

As silence filled our space
“I am still here friend” replied Black with a sparkling gaze

As I lifted Mr thread I saw what I had forgot
All other pearls had gone but black smiled next to the knot

A thread similar to Mr thread runs through all of us connecting us with each other.At the level of an individual he represent our soul and at the level of a group he could be anyone or anything that keep us together take care of him...stay connected

-The firebird

Winning

2007-06-12T02:42:00.000-07:00

Professor Bat

2007-06-12T02:32:00.000-07:00

He was dark and despised
They called him evil and sighed
A few called for his head
Most of the birds wanted him dead

I had been observing him for days
By day he would not fly as he did not have sight
He looked at the world hanging upside down for days
But he flew in the dark by night

Something that made me fly by night
That which made me special was my light
But this fellow was a delight
He flew as fast as me but that too without sight!

We are friends by now
We enjoy our night flight
He was not evil but who would believe me now
The more I tried they even wanted me out of sight

The world had begun to despise me too
As I went back to my folk
They didn’t want me anymore
I packed my bags and left, to be a firebird no more

Flying through the night again
I felt the happiness that rained
Its then that I realized that
He was blind, he was a bat

He was blind to the outer world
But his consciousness reigned in and grew multifold
He only obeyed the order of his self
And flew through the darkest moments with peace within himself

The bat can't see.But it listens to itself, to the sounds it produces and it flies.A flight beyond light and darkness

-the firebird

Memories:The Fragrance Beyond Time

2007-05-30T06:17:00.000-07:00

Beyond Semiconductor Memories:

“Sreenivas. You come here. Come here I said “shouted my class teacher (2nd grade).”Tell me why were you talking in the class?” I feebly replied “No madam .He was asking so …” She interrupts me “Go and sit on the 1st row 3rd bench, now”
I look at my new seating position. There were two girls already seated there. I could hear my friend giggling as I began dragging my bag. I pushed my bag against the side of the bench as the girls began adjusting to give me a seat. “You will sit in the middle” ordered my teacher. My friends burst into laughter. I could feel a volcano erupt in me, that’s an insult I said to myself and cursed that god should not forgive her for this(moms don’t entertain complaints against teachers that left only god for me). Just then a sweet voice spoke to me “Excuse me”. The bus had come to a halt and this beautiful girl next to me at the window seat wanted to get down. I got up to give her space I could see some more empty seats. I don’t know from where these seats sprang up; they all looked filled when I got in J aai shapath. (Promise)
Things change don’t they? From change I remember my mom had accompanied me to my open day (also called open house in some schools) where my teacher voiced special concerns about my communication skills. She went to the extent of asking my mom to put me in public speaking courses. You see we (3o of us) used to chew mint (polo) in class (total class strength 78). I was helpless when she asked me question when I had just popped in polo. I tried my best didn’t open not to open my mouth and used too much action instead. I haven’t seen my mom laugh at anything as this piece of advice. Last open house it was quite different “your kid is a menace. He and that Sharma fellow both are hopeless they sit in two corners of the class room but still create a lot of noise” My heart still swell in pride on those words
It was at our out bound’s retreat where we had to summarize what we learnt in those two days. Vishy (our team leader) left the presentation of the summary to me and my colleague Gautam. We did a great job at it and the event organizers came up to me and said “Well done my boy Keep it up”. As I shook hands with the Brigadier I could see the fourth grader in me fidgeting in his chair as he was next on stage for elocution. The fourth grader started moving towards the stage only to be stopped by his teacher for some final instructions “Vishwanath” She said. ”No madam I am Sreenivas” I replied. “Ok listen go on stage and bow “she said showing me how it’s done. I nodded and went on stage. I bowed only to knock the mike off the stage with my head. The whole school was in raptures. I wish I could tell something to the fourth grader that he would speak well and people will appreciate him one day; only if I could .Probably I didn’t need to. He simply laughed along as the teacher tried to calm the crowd and the attendant replacing the mike with a new one and then went further to fetch the mike that had rolled approximately 25 meters. “I am Sreenivas Subramanian from class IV and division A” the fourth grader was off wasting no time “I am here to recite a poem ‘The Honey and the Bear’” and I don’t think he ever looked back then. Did he? NaaaaaaahJ.
Couple of days ago I just lost it .I wasn’t able to figure out why a piece of code was behaving in a manner it not to be. I had almost spent a whole day trying to figure it but no hope seemed to be coming. At 6:30 PM I went to the cafeteria to have coffee. Most of my friends were missing rather none were present. A few had left for the day and the remaining seemed to be too busy to join me for coffee. I decided to leave packed my bags and started the walk back to my room. I happened to bang in to a kid; he seemed to be lost and was in tears. I asked him to cool down by then some one had found him. They thanked me and gave the kid a tight slap for running here and there. It reminds me of myself lost on the streets of Tirupati. We (my family) were at this stall in Tirupati where I saw flute and raised request for it, only to be declined .The shopkeeper said some exorbitant price for an artifact and my mom said move ahead lets leave and I blindly started walking only to realize after sometime that I was the only one who had walked out. Suddenly I realized I was lost I went back along the same route couldn’t find my parents. The shock had even dried up my tears. I sat hopelessly near a tanga wala. He enquired about me and told me to try again. I went again I found no one and started my retreat again towards the tanga. Just then someone grabbed me by my arm and gave me a tight slap. He was my dad (for me it was hand of life grabbing me back).I got my flute that day, today I don’t know where it is I know its shape though it some what similar to a saxophone (ssh…me and bro used to play cricket with it. By the way I have two flutes with me I don’t play even one)

All of us have such travels into our past recollecting the first time you stole a mango from a tree in someone’s compound, running like a mad behind a loose kite and grabbing it before the other team grabs it, the first time you rode a bicycle and falling into the bushes while trying to take doubles, the first crush, the first propose especially if its on hanuman jayanti. But how frequent do we recollect these? Are we so lost in our present and dreams of future that we don’t find time for our past? The friends, the moments that we left behind who live in our memories. I often wonder whether life is continuous or exist in those finite moments of happiness, surprises, shocks and disappointments. We all know our end the inevitable. What do we carry beyond it? Most importantly what do we leave behind? Memories for others to remember us…???

It seems like it’s just been yesterday
When I had met you on the way
We laughed and talked all day
But today we are all miles away

You are all in my memory never to be cast away
For we love each other and can never betray
Believe me my friends today
We are actually just smiles away

A smile that I truly mean and also the smile that make me feel lonely even when I am amongst a crowd.
-The Firebird

All about going on

2007-05-29T21:44:00.000-07:00

When lights go off
And the going stops
When things go wrong
There is no life no song
That’s the time that I believed in going on going on

Things that I loved
And lost it for long
All the tears that I shed
But then, everyone was gone
That’s the time that I believed in going on going on

At the end of my world
And the silence of time
But light had to come
To make a new dawn
I was happy that I believed in going on going on

I am sorry for none
Happy they had gone
It was in me
To go back where I belong
Because I choose to believe in going on going on
-the firebird

Umbrella:(the cup of love)

2007-05-29T21:37:00.000-07:00

i was seven years old
and now i was given a umbrella to hold
open the umbrella if it rains i was told
if you don't you would get wet and catch cold

twisting and twirling it in my hand
and at times poking it in mid air like a wand
i loved her she was mine
my hearts skipped a beat when she unfurled everytime

i wouldn't let anyone touch her
hid her in my closet beneath my sweather
down came the rains pouring
i ventured into the rains with my darling
she looked more happy than i was
as the rain touched her smile grew larger
my heart burnt in anger and jealousy
she is mine how does he touch her let me see
the rains stoped and i looked at her
she looked the same as before

many rains have come ,many rains have gone
and i have grown up to understand
she allowed herself to be touched by another man
to protect me ,it was her love
in which she did all she can

i still love her she is mine
my heart still skips a beat when she is unfurled everytime
i still wouldn't let anyone touch her
i still hide her in my closet beneath my sweather

down came the rains pouring again
i ventured into the rains
not alone this time
with girl underneath her for the first time
she looked at me and smiled

rains have come rains have gone
girls have come girls have gone
but the umbrella is still there in my closet
underneath my sweather
and my life goes on

-the firebird

The hole…contd

2007-05-29T21:36:00.002-07:00

No more pain yup yippee
But the hole that was still left in me

I spend many days with disgrace
Until I met my friend again, starring at my face

Something hit me faster than light
And gave me a slap really tight

I got up from my dream
But this time there was no scream

Inside the dark hole
Now stood my new goal

I now know I was right
And now have energy for the flight

The flame in me had weathered the storm
Now shone the sun of a new dawn

I feel the awakening of the Vulcan
C’mon stop me if you can

The ambrosia of happiness filled my veins
Ha ha hee hee where is the poison of pain

Hey the Lord of immortal here I come
Accept me my lord the firebird, your son
-by the one who should not be named

The Mermaid: A dream

2007-05-29T21:36:00.001-07:00

In the land of the firebirds, they tell this story
About this beautiful female, even the oceans basked her glory

With the bust of a female and fins of gold
She won the hearts of both young and old

Until a day she saw a man
Her heart went thumping from the ocean into the sand

His home was land
And walking was alien to her clan

She decided to leave her home
Swimming through the water’s all alone

She reached the shore
But land was inhospitable to the core

They say she still tries to walk on land
It’s just like the words written on sand

Mesmerized and lost in the fable
I didn’t realize a guest on my table

Waving his hands in front of my eyes
I saw him; I knew he was my old friend in a new disguise

His smile keeps me awake
To my latest and most foolish mistakes

He flapped his wings
And burned a few things

All he said was “the mermaid is a dream
Dreams that cannot walk on the land of reality
But can swim in our heart’s stream
And you don’t understand it what a pity!

I retorted saying you can achieve anything
Or tell what’s the whole firebird thing

We fly to dispel darkness of the mind
And make that soul one of his kind

His silence was killing more than his smile
I knew I had missed the point by a mile

Not all desires he said meet their reality
But get lost in them till eternity
What differentiates life from dreams is this identity
Remember you don’t get everything in your kitty
_the firebird

My Angel or My Friend:

2007-05-29T21:28:00.000-07:00

Was this a dream or a nightmare?
I woke up in this castle haunted and scared.

I was hapless and weak
He was dragging me, I felt really meek

This place was really strange
There were writing in blood all over

One on the floor said

I am the shoulder you rest when you tired
It’s my smile that gets you up and fired

He continued to drag me along
Where I read the other part of the song

My shirt still has marks of your tears
My heart holds your secrets and your fears

I gathered some guts and asked
Who are you? You black masked?

He didn’t reply but just dragged me faster
He flung me in a dark room of disaster

In this blanket of darkness I closed my eyes
I saw the angels flying in the sky

A realization hit me faster than light
That black masked guy was my anger all right.

Who are these angels? I wonder
The sky split with lightning and thunder

Its our blood that stains your shirt red
We forgive you, but we are dead

We are your angels in flight
We give you the hope of light

Just then I heard a thud
I woke up, to realize I was off the bed

This was on my mirror

Anger is no solution
Find a better way to tackle the situation
Turn back and you will see us on the horizon

-the firebird

The Firebird's Spirit

2006-12-01T22:39:00.001-08:00

In darkest of nights I have seen

There was no star in the sky or moon light for company

My dreams had been massacred and my wounds were deep

My body was tired but my eyes still horrified would not sleep

Staring at the darkness outside

I could see the darkness inside

The universe being its expanse and time its depth

My hope to fly had met instant death

I had been flying above the rest

Had left them behind, I knew I was the best

I turned back to see the sun had set

I flew faster but darkness won the test

I collided into a rock and fell

And darkness was the place I had to dwell

I had to get back home for sure

But how much more pain could my wings endure

I needed light for my flight

I prayed and to my delight!

The very next moment I burst into flames

Darkness in me was ashamed

Hope had triumphed again

Surprised to see light I searched for its source

It was in me the flame had rose

Flapping my wings I rose to the sky

I was joined by many other who had forgot to fly

As tears rolled down their eyes

it was then that I realized

The FIRE BIRD has to fly in the darkness of our heart;bringing hope to all our desires that have seemingly met dead ends

the fire bird “NEVER GIVES UP”

I am a firebirdCalling all others…………………

The Hole

2006-12-01T22:37:00.000-08:00

In deep hole
Alone with my soul

With pain shearing through my dreams
All that i can hear is my screams

Every second is now an year
the wounds are deep big and clear

No blood that oozes or flesh that falls
it pains it pains but whom do i call

In a hole that has no beginning or end
I stay alone with my soul my only friend

As I talked to him my pain grew
He smiled at me as if nothing was true

My heart went through his flames,got burned
He replaced it with a stone and away he turned

As he walked back he shouted
" No more pain or agony ha he he" he hooted

No more my heart moves or it beats
I see it everyday tied to its seat

No more pain yup yipee
But the HOLE is still left in me

The Flames of Love

2006-12-01T22:23:00.000-08:00

Looking into time
There is a message the silence mimes

I never wanted to write again
Put down the events in the ink of my pain

As she sat next to me and her head rested on mine
My heart was full of joy and pain had no sign

I could see our future in the setting sun
We were like the sky and the earth at the horizon

Now I wait to see her once more
And tell her I love her from my heart’s core

For now its time I throw my pen;Wear my armor and fight
I sit here waiting for my wings then and the fire bird will be ready for flight

Looking into time
There is a message the silence mimes

“You can hurt yourself with a thorn
And kill yourself with a rose”

At times love is cast away for a relation
And strangely
There are times when a relation ceases to exist but love becomes immortal.