The Shell

The Shell

By- Adrija Gupta

There are clouds in your eyes,

And there’s the bright sun you can’t see.

There is a grave volume right in front of you,

But there are words inside that you can’t read.

You only hear what all the birds tweet,

But the emigrated robin you don’t believe.

You just see it’s red breast and brown wings,

Very few of you know that it also sings.

You see a little girl weep by the street,

You see blood streaming from her knees, you console.

Your job is well done here, you are satisfied deep,

But you’ll never know that it’s the cry of acceptance from her eyes she bleeds.

Black always isn’t evil just as white always isn’t the holy light,

Thump goes your heart and so does everybody’s hearts beat.

Sharp-cold ice can cut through your flesh and make you bleed,

But if you see, it too can melt with a bit of compassionate heat.

It’s funny you understand the worth when things are gone,

You are not ready to accept things for what they are.

You always yearn for changes and see the wrongs,

But when it’s gone, its return is all that you long.

Character is something you can point out easily,

Seeing that little girl sob and blue makes you happy.

All the tears she sheds in the dark night,

But the fake smile on her face in the day light is all you see.

To tell the truth,

It’s the shell you see,

Not exactly me…

Confused State Of Mind- Weird Me

Confused State Of Mind- Weird Me

By- Adrija Gupta

My head couldn’t be heftier,

But what can I say? It’s the usual me.

Well, normally, obscurely,

I am the weird one you see.

I can sense the change coming,

It’s going to be gargantuan I know.

Everything seems vague,

Feels like I am standing still from a decade or so.

Words aren’t pouring out so easily this time,

What should I do to get what I need?

Shedding saline won’t help much,

I’m walking even though I don’t know where this path leads.

Here’s the funny part, I don’t know what I need,

I want to cry but I don’t have a particular reason for it.

I didn’t know time is slower than tortoise!

I know I’m going to remember every bit.

Wish I could jump off a cliff and feel the thrill,

Sleeping at queer time would be good too.

Stuffing me with ice-cream doesn’t help either.

Everything’s so bizarre; I don’t know what to do!

If I scream I’ll get big ‘Shut Up’s!

But do I really care? No I don’t.

Many want me to change and be the way they are,

But will I ever? No I won’t.

No particular reason, don’t know what I am frustrated about,

I want to shake and break a lot of heads.

I am lost, I am clueless,

There are many I want dead.

I see dreams that I can make no sense of,

I wonder at times if what I see is real.

At times I start thinking of old times,

Times when I couldn’t afford one time meal.

Am I happy now? Yes I am,

Then why am I breaking my head over nothing?!

You call me crazy, mad, I don’t mind,

If I say I’m not human, you’ll probably say I’m bluffing.

I’m not afraid of the change that’s coming at all,

I have done this more than a dozen times before.

I’m really confused; I don’t know what to feel,

And this feeling less feeling is eating me to the core.

Are the roses really red? Am I really me?

All that we see, is all of it real? Even what we see?

All stupid questions coming in my mind,

Told you I’m screwed, are you laughing as you read?

The situation is rough with roving like this,

I am sick of it now and want to stop.

I don’t really know what fate has in for me,

It all makes me stronger as long as it doesn’t kill me.

As time will fly, I’ll sweat, I’ll bleed,

I am not regretful of any of my deeds.

I look in the mirror and this is what I see,

I see me, and I promise I’ll remain the same weird me.

The Dark Encounter

The Dark Encounter

By- Adrija Gupta

The sogginess, and the mossy smell,

My feet feel wet and go deep down the earth.

The chill in my bones and my thumping heart,

I quite like this place, this I can tell.

Heavenly good or ruthlessly bad,

Can’t choose one for this place.

I am a bit shaky; it seems like a game,

A maze of mind and I don’t feel clad.

It’s very intimidating yet dark,

I can see the sun streaming down.

Rays making its way through the trees brown,

If it’s a dream, it’s leaving its mark.

The scars I’m getting from the sharp shrubs around,

It’s kind of nice to feel the stinging pain.

The taste of my blood and the smell of it,

All of it makes me happy dizzy, I might just fall on the ground.

I am starting to feel the auras around,

Even the footsteps of the witty squirrels seem too loud.

Though the sun’s streaming down, there’s more of clouds,

I can hear faint bass far away, I like the sound.

I keep striding but the woodland doesn’t seem to end,

It’s twilight now, and oh! How breathtaking it is.

The verve is too much for me to take, how am I supposed to react to this?

The pain in my heart, seems like it’s healing, but is it suppose to mend?

I take a deep breathe and smell the damp air,

Feel smaller than a dot in comparison to the universe.

Though this place is sullen, it isn’t a curse,

The positive darkness I feel, it’s something I can’t share.

There is something alien inside me, can’t sat what it is.

It’s kind of painful, but in a good way.

And this twinge is so desirable; I want it more as it may,

I am out of my mind and am in a state of bliss.

This feeling is so inky, very deep, very rare,

Only a handful gets this, God’s children you may say.

The ground feels wet on my back as I lay,

I might warn you, yet if you want to come, do dare.

If it’s dream, don’t wake me, it feels so right,

Though there’s not a single human soul around me, I am not alone.

It’s a dark craving and I am prone,

Feels like I have finally found the mighty light bright.

TWINSHIP OF LOVE…The Panorama of Today

TWINSHIP OF LOVE…The Panorama of Today

By- Adrija Gupta

A very enthralling juncture of entry into this very special world dwelled by today’s so called lovers is the bewildering fact that they usually don’t say “I’ll always love you” but easily say “I love you” in what were once called love affairs. Another thing is that when couples break up, they have it the clean and easy way, no damage, no fault, at which they are adept. This is supposed to be rectitude, respect for the so called partners’ freedom. But remember, this is not how it has to be every time!

Conceivably many people don’t say “I love you” because they are honest. Maybe they don’t experience love; they confuse it with sex, with their minds too obsessed with their own fates to be victimized by love’s insane self forgetting and selflessness, the last of the authentic fanaticisms.

People today are afraid of making commitments, but the fact is that, LOVE IS COMMITMENT and so much more. Commitment is a word we usually use in our intellectual modernity to signify the absence of any real motives in the soul for moral dedication and unconditional things. Commitment is motiveless, unasked for, because the real passions are all low and covetous. A person may be sexually attracted towards the other, but that does not mean that it’s going to generate sufficient impulse for real and long lasting concern for that person.

Too much gravity on authentic things has made it impossible to trust one’s hunch, and too much seriousness about sex has made it impossible to take sex seriously.

When marriage takes place, it does not seem to come from a decision and a conscious will to take responsibilities.

Usually the scene is this way. The couple lives together for a long time, and by an almost invisible process, they find themselves married, as if they have just entered their nightmares. But then again, it does not have to be this way.

People tell such rational things about possessiveness and jealousy and so much about their dreams about the future. But when it comes to dreams about the future with a partner, they have none. They all look so sensible and seem to live in harmony with a liberal society, I feel that this planet’s full of robots without any tint of emotions. This conviction, only works for people who have had no experience of the true feelings, have never loved, have abstracted from the weave of life. There’s a huge lack of passion, hope, sense of the twin ship of love and death. Many couples who have lived together throughout their college years, leave each other with a handshake and move out into life like it was some kind of a deal. What happened to the phrase “Kill for Love”?!

Women love freedom and their capacity to chart an independent course for themselves, But they are mostly dubious that they are being used. Distrust gradually spreads through the apparently easy commerce between the sexes. There is an awful lot of bearing up, surely disagreeable, though nothing earthshaking.

They say they are in a “Relationship”. A relationship as a deal without love is what they have. Love suggests something wonderful, exciting, positive and firmly seated in the passions. They relationship that they have is gray, without a definite shape or form, without a given content, and tentative. You work in that sort of relationship, whereas love takes care of itself.

Most people wan to be wholes, but they also long to be parts. This is the reason why conversations about relationships turn out to be abstract, useless, with its whole content stored in a jar labelled “Commitment”. But again, it doesn’t have to be this way. When it comes to pure love, a person accepts the other for what they are. Many people give absentmindedness as the reason for their breakups. Here’s the twist, if it’s really love, the person will take care of the partner even more because he’ll know that his partner is absentminded, he won’t run away, and the reason behind this would be true, pure, unconditional love, because no matter what, he knows that he loves his partner anyway.

Talking of possessiveness, it is to be rooted out. It is this that becomes the root of many fights.

The phrase “He won’t respect you or marry you if you give him what he wants too easily”, turns out to be the truest and the most probing analysis of the current world. Yet, everything still remains so shallow, with the meaning of real love, lost.

People can say they don’t care, but everyone and they best of all, knows that they are being only half truthful with themselves.

In the end the fact remains a fact “True Love Conquers All”…

      

The Metaphysical Postulate

The Metaphysical Postulate

By- Adrija Gupta

Has anyone ever considered the abstract question, “Why do most forms of art moves us so strangely, be it music, dance, art, fashion, and etcetera?”

It is very much possible but not certain that a piece of art moves us intensely because it expresses the sentiments of the artist. Conceivably the tune of a song tells us the mood of the composer, or the elements in an abstract piece of work of a painter shows his state of mind. And if this is the case then material beauty such as the beauty of a rose, does not move most of us the way a piece of art does. Though it is beautiful, but it is not eloquent. It does move us, but not aesthetically. The word, “Aesthetics” derives from a Greek word for perception, and is typically used to refer to what is valuable about experiences as perceptual experiences. It is most commonly used to refer to what is visually and auditory pleasing.

The difference between the “expressive art” and “material beauty” is that expressive art imparts the emotions felt by the artist and that material beauty implies nothing.

So from where and how does an artist feel the emotions that he expresses? Sometimes material beauty plays its part here. The observation of natural beauty is the immediate cause of artists’ sentiments most of the time. Then are we suppose to assume that an artist feels or sometimes feel for material beauty what we fell for a work of art? Is it possible that at times for an artist, material beauty is somehow expressive that is capable of evoking aesthetic emotion? Does the artist see a whole new thing behind it as we feel something behind the forms of a work of art? Should we assume that whatever emotion that an artist feels is an aesthetic emotion felt for something significant which usually escapes our naked eyes?

We usually believe the artist when they tell us that they do not create works of art to gain attention, but only because they materialize a particular kind of feeling. And what is this feeling particularly; they find it hard to explain, because every experience differs from person to person.

From time to time, when an artist, let’s say a painter, looks at things, he infers them as pure forms in certain relations to each other, and feels sentiments for them as such. Now these are his moments of inspiration, which is followed by his want to express what he felt. The sentiments that the artist feels in the moment of inspiration is not for the object seen as means, like if an artist views a wooden chair, he isn’t seeing it as an furniture to sit on, but he sees it as pure form, that is, as ends in themselves, like he views its angles, curves, sees it in lines and colors.

To see objects as pure forms is to see them as ends in themselves.

Everybody I suppose often gets a vision of material objects as pure forms. It is even possible and probable that we see them with the eye of an artist. Most of us, once in our lives have had a sudden vision of a landscape as pure form. For once, instead of seeing it as fields and sky and trees, we have felt it as lines and colors. And in that very moment, had we not won a tremor indistinguishable from what we feel for art? And if this is the case, then it is clear that the tremor we felt for material beauty is a thrill that only a piece of art can give, just by seeing it in lines and colors. We can say that having see that in pure form, having freed it from all casual interests, from all that could have been acquired of its commercial value, the artist in the end sees it in pure form instead of means.

We are profoundly moved by certain art works because the artist can express his feelings through lines and colors, music and etcetera as an emotion felt for reality which reveals itself through the mediums of art.

The sentiments that an artist feels in his moment of inspiration, that everyone else feel rarely when we view objects artistically, and that many of us feel when we admire works of art, are of the same kind. All would be sentiments felt for reality, revealing itself through pure form via medium of art. 

Terra Incognita (Latin- Unknown Territory)

Terra Incognita

(Latin- Unknown Territory)

By- Adrija Gupta

It’s not really a new world,

That I am infiltrating in.

I am just wondering hard,

What was I to get of my sins?

Were they really sins?

Oh, I don’t think so.

Turning from a juvenile to an almost mistress,

Almost everyone makes mistakes as they grow.

As I take each heavy step,

As I start walking the precept lines,

I am a bit shaky.

Do I really want to follow a decision that’s not mine?

But this is the point when everyone starts to get me wrong.

I didn’t know crossing this path would be so hard,

Though I knew the road was long.

It’s time for me to play the poker cards.

Folks have such high hopes and anticipation,

Why? Tell me the reason why,

Why can’t I be different? Is it their obsession?

I wish it could all be my way as I cry.

But Alas! I realize, I do have to compromise,

After all they outnumber me, don’t they?

There are good, there are bad,

They have experienced it all as they say.

But yet there is frenzy in my mind,

I guess my age is to be condemned.

Makes me feel to walk out of the line,

But trust me, in a good way; no one has to be ashamed.

I am a bit shaky you see,

As I enter this unknown territory.

Full of grown ups and statesmanship.

I know I’ll find my way right to the top,

And be happy for eternity.

This disguised world is indeed funny,

We always don’t get what we want, do we?

I know I will, I’ll somehow make it happen for me,

I’ll find my way to you, you’ll see.

I don’t ask for much, just cherish of me,

Just give a hand and don’t let me turn a clone,

Of anyone at all,

As I enter the “Terra Incognita” alone…

HUGS TO HOMOS “They deserve it…”

HUGS TO HOMOS

“They deserve it…”

By- Adrija Gupta

What I am about to say is a very big thing. Many people may even hate me and my views after reading this. But today I would like to say one thing, “I don’t care!”

This whole thing started in a dinner when I was out with my family. Everything was going on fine when my eleven year old brother abrupt, “What if I turn out to be a gay mom, when I grow up?

Being the most talkative one, I was the one to give the reply at once, “It’s very much possible!”

And just for saying this much, I was demeaned by my very own parents in front of everyone, and my dad’s high volume got tears rolling down my cheeks. But that is not the point. This is not at all the point that I want to bring in front of the world. The main juncture that I want to highlight is magnanimousness, the humanity as in people’s views on “Homosexuality”.

Here’s a question to all, “Are we even humans? And if we are, do we have the right to judge others?”

Certainly and absolutely not!

First and foremost, I would like to factorize one thing and that is that nobody has control over emotions and feelings. It’s a big fact and nobody can deny it.

People fall in Love, and what they feel is something that everyone expresses in their own ways. But the fact remains that they don’t plan to fall n Love. It just happens.

Keeping the same thing in mind, why can’t we apply the same theory for the homosexuals? Are they not human beings? Don’t they come from their mothers’ wombs?

They are just like everyone else, and just like everyone else, they too have feelings and no control over them and for God’s sake, they fall in Love too!

This is 21^st century people! And we have to accept this! And the biggest thing is that there is nothing wrong in this.

This is a humble request to all the gay and lesbian haters please do not proceed further, because you may not acknowledge the facts of today that I will be presenting here.

Though I am straight myself, I fully support the same-sex relationships. And the lowdown that the straights outnumber the homosexuals does not make them evil or unacceptable. And I am sure there are thousands and millions out there of our growing population who are with me on this.

One more chore is that straights are actually increasing the population out there saying that, “This is how it is suppose to be.” I don’t understand how gay and lesbian couples are harming mother Earth by adopting children!

There is something called love. If we have the right to fall in Love, so do they! If they choose to spend their lives with someone, they have every right to do so and one right that nobody has is to stop them from living their own happy lives. I mean you are not the one who pays for their living, do you? Then why do you care?

See, it’s just that I want to make sure that there are and will be enough people beside them. I am one of the millions for sure.

It’s just that they are people too.

And just remember one thing; they have a beating heart too…