The Moment

As the brittle crystal of morning fog,
Thins into the cold mystery of life’s log.
A heart smiles behind its veil,
And There is a moment of creation.
That tells its inheritance ,
Of the ancient fabric it has fallen from.
Of the perennial space it floats on.

Moments are born to get lost forever
But this one lingers ,
Like a rebel child which refuses to follow,
The rules that has been set by its predecessors,
Reckless, unburdened, careless and swift ;
Its handsome movements shine as it drifts .
It walks straight towards me like a gentle breed,
It smiles at me but no further heed.
From where does it derive this arrogance, this gaiety?
Does it not fear the outcome of its bounty?
But something is suggestive,
Like I have known it before right.
And as the fog clears ,I realize;
That moment was none but my life.

The Black coffee.
When the moon-lit evening,
Of young man’s heart,
Boils the billions barnacles,
Of unfinished romances from past.
It’s the hope that comes ,
From nothing spiritual or metaphysical,
But a simple cup of black coffee,
When the breeze is too gentle,
When the booze is too uncouth,
Same and dull,
Like the teenage girl overdressed for an occasion,

It’s the black coffee that beams our balms,
Through its old wisdom of folks from farms.
Its worth my words,
B’Cause I feel the gratitude
That I shall pay my homage,
To a simple cup of black coffee tonight,
Before all my priests.
I know that night is going to be black now.

The Blood serpent

Frigid responses of many nerves,
Accumulate in this blood-serpent ,
Blood serpent grieves over the dullness,
Sloth ,sound and lust
Make the haze scarlet ,
A tint of consonance ,
Screeching through the frozen ice,
Vast Vividness of Vapid Vexations,
Vaporizes the valiant vile –the Blood serpent.
I stand mute by his salvation.
You are all invited.
-Rohan Thackeray.

Darkness

Darkness:
All universe dreads light,
It is dark and cold
Like that freezing dawn
Which uses the muses to allure men
And haunt their souls eternally
When darkness steals the dim light
Silver stars but tiny flecks,
Do no good than be silent witness
To this dark play that is staged.
-Rohan Thackeray.

The song of a little boy

Brooded Viper A screeching Banshee,
I am a scuba diver
I jump too deep
the fathomless Hades,
cut cut cut cut cut,
oxygen chains axillary veins ,
shrimps,prawns ,violet fishes.
Oh my boy have you had these dishes?
teasing sharks ,gravity butterflies.
Ho Ho Ho Ho.
I am sailor ay ay captain
put on the sail row row row your boat rowan,
Green waters and beautiful maids ,
Young man and the sea .
what do you see O old fool
horizon or surfers or rising sun?
a lonely ship my skinny dip
tired jungles and an arrant island,
I am tribal man,Ho Ho Ho ho.
I dance to the rhythm ,Ho ho ho Ho ho
Mountains of Volcano ,
canines and dino,
I dance to the rhythm
and sing ol' songsof my forefathers
and everything that went along
Ho Ho Ho HoI am mountaineer ,
I climb too fast the white lilies
and old folk medicines
I climb the rock
to see what is beyond...

-Rohan Thackeray.

This is a poem about Krishna and Karna the night before Karna will be killed in a battlefield of kurukshetra.. Karna is brave and the only warrior that Arjuna fears.Karna is infact elder brother of Arjuna through mother kunti. Kunti abandons Karna as hewas conceived by the Son god when she was still a virgin.Neither Karna nor Arjuna know that they are brothers.(I think only Bhishma,Krishna and Kunti herself knew about it).Karna,Krishna and Bhishma are my favourite characters from Mahabharata and they represent three different yet all noble ideals.Karna is righteous but he is on the side of unrighteous Duryodhana ,the eldest of Kauravs(opposing side).For a simple reason that Duryodhana was always loyal to Karna and he respects karna's bravery .Everyone else including Pandavas despise him as he is not of noble blood.(Though actually He is of noblest blood).Karna was invincible in battle.He was the General of Kauravas Army.He was killed by Arjuna as he was mending his chariot and was not carrying his bow.According to Rules of battle you cannot kill a person when he is repairing his chariot.Arjuna stuck him with an arrow from behind(that is considered cowardly) and Krishna had it sanctioned .Karna here is standing by the river at night ....and on the opposite side of river their is Camp of Krisna and arjuna.....Krishna knows Karna is going to be killed the next day...and karna has intuition about it too...Here it goes.










Start :Title -The noble Knight

He stood alone,by the night,
he the warrior, noble and bright:
as he feared,the tyrannous cause
of this silence,of ephemeral pause.

River azure and gentle, stuck in flow,
reflected the Moon, its melancholic glow,
Perplexed by the scene, the slow nightshine,
a chill passed through, his warrior's spine.

He touched his sword ,dead and cold.
no sign of warlore, it should have told.
Night grew dark ,yet more clear.
Noble knight now trembled ,not with fear.

A note flew by ,followed by another
His ear now alive,trying to gather.
it broke through the silence:ay, Tyrant.
shaking his whole grounds ,Twas Vibrant.

faster the melody now,denser the tone.
something stirred,he was not alone..
who plays a divine melody,He wondered..
on a very land ,where brothers are murdered..

when the lone cloud ,unmasked the fair moon.
the reason of his tears,was revealed soon...
an old friend: now a new enemy,by the other shore..
their eyes met just for once, so says old lore..

his feet trembled ,the warrior finally knelt..
he looked up for sky ,for what future upheld..
divinity itself ,a proof by its own...
he was thus lifted,from the land of the known...

he glanced through his life,a fleeting moment...
it was all so clear,nothing to torment..
his days by the Ganges,his love for his land...
his mother's consoling arms,His father so grand...

then his handsome youth,though denied and disesteemed..
By insolence of the rich,biased for the creamed...
love of the hated,and hatred of the loved..
his strong arms and dark eyes, now glowed...

the figure on other shore,now teary with sorrow
knew the fate ,that was to be sealed tomorrow..
morrow the Raadheya be no more, deceived by a 'righteous' fraud...
but here shall remain the only mortal ,envied forever by the God...


-Rohan Thackeray

Title:Boy learns to Swim(Worth a Verse!)
You see the river?
Yes That beautiful river and all the sound.
The Green and The Yellow
And all that is colorful around.

I was taught in school,
Yes ,I still remember the portion.
That river originates in a mountain or glacier,
and meets the flat ocean.

Oh that big and beautiful Book,
Of my favourite subject:Geography,
with all those graphs
and my annual picture with a trophy.

I thought I would write a wonderful rhyme,
dedicated to this colorful scheme,
And they will revere me as a poet of nature(Wordsworth!),
And I will treat them with an Ice cream.

Irrelevant:Those peasant brutes threw me in the river,
And mocking bastards asked me to swim.
Boy ,My muscles tire and give up,
I regret not being regular in Gym.

I remember coming here with other smart friends,
Happy ,Intelligent(unlike dumb brutes),in Tents;Girls and so Bold,
We will just touch the water with our big toe,
And exclaim 'Wow,It is so divinely cold!'

Bah:Somewhere I have heard that all animals
are obvious natural swimmers,
Monkeys,Ants ,elephants(Yes,On DiscoveryTV)
and even those stupid lemurs.

.Now:I just wanted to be an animal,
To stop this shaking and this horrible tremor.
Anything ,A Monkey ,An Ant ,An Elephant
or even like a stupid lemur.

I must be quick, I realize
If I dont want to get drowned,
And in the middle of a river
I find myself frowned.

Briefly:I wonder why all animals
are obvious natural swimmers,
Monkeys,Ants ,elephants
and even those(damned) stupid lemurs!

Ignorant fools!May be they dont know,
That they cannot swim,
And their muscles dont need a trainer,
nor any routine sweat in any Gym.

Hence:I dabble naively moving my hands,
But My head easy and steady above my throat.
With little fear gone and Hands nimble,
I suddenly realize I can easily float.

-Rohan Thackeray

Title:Old Guitar shop
A man sits quiet
below a thousand hanging guitars,
and mandolins and violins.
his shirt out, a ludicrous haircut.

His lips of a commoner,
face way too round
his bourgeois demeanor
eyes fixed to ground.

As I enter the shop he gently smiles
I notice a huge spider-web ,
that is lost amongst strings
It amuses me ,the man may even have wings

I ask for a lone guitar string
he picks one up:Rs 10,he says
I take out Rs 50 ,his expression strange
'Sorry my boy',he says,'I have no change'.

Curious I ask 'how many guitars you sell'?,
(the 'businessman' in me looking for a trail)
He smiles again
'come back when you have enough change'

Next day I enter again...
same shirt and smile ,I observe.
with lil business done
'how many guitars you sell?',I preserve.

cheeringly he shakes his head,
Boy ,its not about my butter and bread.
Never, how many Guitars I sell
But How many smiles I spread.

I leave as I smile.

-Rohan Thackeray

Title:The Evening Sorrows.

Each evening when the sun spreads:
its crimson weariness of daily chores.
a routine sadness is evoked in me.
piercing through my ordinary sorrow

Each time the sameness is distinct
As if there is no end to this .
and pushes me to a farther shore
Which but promises a humdrum tomorrow

The stiff sameness of vapid moods
Colorless tasteless lifeless
the palette of a dead painter:
the crooked spine of decayed marrow.


I wonder amidst my timid paleness
when will this routine abate.
The answer still eludes me
hidden in this evening's burrow.

Behold:an empty nest falls off
From a Rosemallow tree outside.
Is that a reason enough
to assume the death of a sparrow?

-Rohan Thackeray

Title: A lover's conflict
A lover's conflict ,that sad day!
Obliquely cutting, my Parched way!!
An empty stomach ,those heavy hearts!
Enraged Sun ,delievers its darts!!
Blood for eyes,screech for ears!
I perceive it not,whatever it bears!!
Quarrel of damaged minds!
and to everything it binds!!
But I see no sign and take no heed!
Yet I shall desire though out of my greed!!
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A lover's conflict ,that sad Night!An Owl's music ,its limited flight!!
Grave is its music,Graver my soul!
to the deaf its same,A Muse or an Owl!!
An empty stomach ,those heavy hearts!
Coward moon,hides in his carts!!
Darkness for eyes ,silence for ears!
Stars graze through the sky,as night clears!!
A treaty: for the tired minds!
Bless: which comes ,what soul finds!!
:
No more a lover's conflict,that bright dawn!
Moon delivers the night,Scarlet Sun crowned!!
Love for the eyes,euphony for the ears!
Found in love,love only steers!!
A quenched stomach,those light hearts!
For the ancient wanderer,new journey starts!!
Again I see no sign and take no heed!
Now I desire still, though for my eternal seed!!
-Rohan Thackeray.