I was born free

But Time and Care imprisoned me

I was living in a Pandemonium

The world, a harried podium

Thriving within pettiness

I groveled for independence

I wished to break free

For I was born free.

My spirit tempted to take a flight

Broke open the realms of wrong and right

Wished to fly beyond hatred and love

And harness the sky like a free dove

Anxieties none did I know or seek

Compulsions nor did make me meek

I just know I had to flee

For I was born free.

I guess there would be quite a handful of those who enjoy their work as much as I do. I’m kickass for this job. It leaves me on a real high, gawd! The feeling is just impossible to part with. I’m flocked with better options but I’m unable to leave. This is something I grew up fancying and today I’m here, right into the entertainment hub, meddling with the life of stars and superstars, getting a peek-a-boo about their daily dealings. I really love being a part of these glitterati although being far far away from it. For all who are interested to know, I’m a content writer for the entertainment website musicindiaonline.com. And I truly cherish my calling...

You were the one

I went to meet that day

But you failed to walk up to the aisle

You left me clinging to time

You left me lingering in hope.

Giant hands of time

Kept clapping

Days kept blinking

Hopes kept fleeing

But you were nowhere to be seen.

I bowed down the ages

To catch a glimpse of you

To feel your fragrance

To hold your arm

But no seasons brought you at my sill.

Sunk in serenity

Lost in time

I just longed to give you back

What I owed to you

The eternal wait!

I'm caught in a contest yet again.

Unable to question my opiate senses,

I drift away from my reasoning,

Losing myself under an illusion,

Unable to apprehend the right from wrong,

I continue to lurch.

A boulder awaits me,

Right at the end of my reverie,

Ready to blow me into smithereens.

I know the cusp,

But still cannot alter the route.

I'm doped under illusion.

Lie seems to become the ultimate truth, the only truth.

I recline under its deception,

Hoping for a brighter tomorrow.

But alas, I forget

It’s just a mirage of thousand unreal chimeras,

Ready to ebb,

No sooner I lay my hands on them.

Christmas Long Ago
 
Frosty days and ice-still nights,
Fir trees trimmed with tiny lights,
Sound of sleigh bells in the snow,
That was Christmas long ago.

Tykes on sleds and shouts of glee,
Icy-window filigree,
Sugarplums and candle glow,
Part of Christmas long ago.

Footsteps stealthy on the stair,
Sweet-voiced carols in the air,
Stocking hanging in a row,
Tell of Christmas long ago.

Starry nights so still and blue,
Good friends calling out to you,
Life, so fact, will always slow...
For dreams of Christmas long ago.

- by Jo Geis.

Wish all my iland friends "Merry Christmas".

A faint feeling forever quivers in my heart,

That ever distinguishes between life and art;

Life's transitoriness intimidate me,

but arts eternity overwhelmes,see.

Who can say what's the best,

As life one day is put to rest;

Art endures the test of time,

But is its appeal forever sublime?

My mind forever oscillates

from the eternal to the ethereal gates

Unable to decipher-

If life depicts art or,

Art mirrors life.

"Impressions are fragile

Handle with care."

"Love is like a labyrinth

Enter at your own risk."

"Friendship is like cheese

and I am the chalk."

"Weaker ones count on tomorrow

Strong ones take a stand today."

"Never love an atheist.

He who doesn't love God can never love his creation."

Some ideas often bog down my mind. My abstract thoughts take a concrete shape in the form of these quotes  designed by me. So my friends take out some time and chew on this....

Wishing all my iland friends a very happy and prosperous Durga Puja.

Our body, a bony cage,

Is just a pile of time and age.

Or is it-

An abode of faith,

or an alcove of fear.

A sojourn of love,

or a tavern of lust.

An edifice of valor,

or an erection of vengeance.

A lobby of power,

or a lounge of passion.

A cradle of life,

or a coffin of death.

I am not a king.

I don't know the worth of supremacy.

I am not an artist.

I don't know the pleasure of appreciation.

I am not a beloved.

I don't know the joys of love.

I am not a creator.

I don't know the pangs of birth.

I am not a conqueror.

I don't know the taste of success.

I am not a nescience.

I don't know the bliss of ignorance.

But, I am a mortal soul.

And I do know the worth of  life.