So what it is that you feel?
What defines what is real?
Show me what is right, point out what is wrong;
watch me as I play along,
A twinkle in my eye, a smile on my lips,
Yes, I'm still waiting for you to make a slip.
Look around and see the world,
this crazy pandemonium that has unfurled,
A state of flux in every moment,
So what do you reckon is the scope for improvement?
This is a democracy or so I hear,
So what exactly is it that you fear?
By , for and of the people it is said,
Or so it was, the last time it I read.
What is it that gets your goat?
Politicians in Kurtas? Or suave Coats?
Moral policing, it's needs and effects,
corruption, sports what other events?
So speak up and be bold,
Fortune favors the brave or so it is told,
put forth your view and bring up some talk,
It's about time we took this walk.
Mention just one issue that you fear,
be heard, we all want to hear,
discuss, debate bring forth the light,
Point out what is wrong, Show me what is right.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Project Untitled.
I just thought I needed to get back to writing , so I prepared a sort of a pilot that I could build upon. I need feedback to know if it is substantially interesting as to attract investment in the form of my time into it and if the style and intensity seem to be reasonably acceptable, hence I require feedback and request you to provide the same. If This text seems like a good starting stone, do let me know and I shall try to build upon it, if it is not or seems to boring I shall try to prepare something else. This could be more like a slight teaser setting the general direction of things to come. Do tell me if you like and PLEASE tell me if you do not like it and what it is that you do not like. I shall be highly happy to receive any such feed back:-
Project Untitled - Cut 1.
He watched as the rays of the setting sun slowly cast a orange hue over the vista that lay before him, seemingly vast and peaceful. How deceptive the whole world seemed now from this Vantage point, the top of this tower which afforded him a view which could make any man hold his breath in sheer amazement. And yet, there was no one to appreciate it, neither the view that he beheld or the views that his head held, the latter being the tools that had landed him in this fate.
The very heavens seemed to be on fire as the orange glow grew intense. It would be over soon as the sun would slowly disappear and make the whole world dark. And then there would be some lights. Some lights which could be seen in the darkness, like little brilliant ants which would sometimes move, changing patterns in an fascinating way and leave his imagination free to join them in various forms and shapes that would frequent his imagination. Birds, beasts and humans, they had all appeared in front of him in his solitary existence in rough shapes that had been traced out from the back of his head out from the lights flickering in the darkness amidst the lightly wooded world that this window held for him. It has been a year since he had been exiled to this tower. Seemed like an eternity.
The King looked on as the last rays of the sun played the game of hide and seek with the turrets of the Towers of Marwar shining far to the north of his current location, then the rays escaped, eluding this world that tried to hold onto them in vain and plunged his kingdom into darkness.
Project Untitled - Cut 1.
He watched as the rays of the setting sun slowly cast a orange hue over the vista that lay before him, seemingly vast and peaceful. How deceptive the whole world seemed now from this Vantage point, the top of this tower which afforded him a view which could make any man hold his breath in sheer amazement. And yet, there was no one to appreciate it, neither the view that he beheld or the views that his head held, the latter being the tools that had landed him in this fate.
The very heavens seemed to be on fire as the orange glow grew intense. It would be over soon as the sun would slowly disappear and make the whole world dark. And then there would be some lights. Some lights which could be seen in the darkness, like little brilliant ants which would sometimes move, changing patterns in an fascinating way and leave his imagination free to join them in various forms and shapes that would frequent his imagination. Birds, beasts and humans, they had all appeared in front of him in his solitary existence in rough shapes that had been traced out from the back of his head out from the lights flickering in the darkness amidst the lightly wooded world that this window held for him. It has been a year since he had been exiled to this tower. Seemed like an eternity.
The King looked on as the last rays of the sun played the game of hide and seek with the turrets of the Towers of Marwar shining far to the north of his current location, then the rays escaped, eluding this world that tried to hold onto them in vain and plunged his kingdom into darkness.
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