Perfect Storm

Nothing is working out, 

Everything is fine

The world is going fine

But nothing is working out. 

The surface is calm

And I'm strong

But nothing is right

It's a perfect storm.

Waiting for the wheels to move,

To kick me out of this storm.

Calm me down,

Don't let the perfect storm ruin me.

Blackbird (Tasha Sultana)

Have you seen that blackbird?

Comin' down the line

Can't you hear that whistle blowin?

Part is blowin' out of time

Have you seen that blackbird?

I guess it's long gone now

Like the wind, it carries me away

And like the lightnin', it slowly thunders

When it rains down on me

When it rains down

When it rains down on me

Watch 'til it clears

Watch 'til it clears

A room full of strangers

A room full of strangers,

that it was meant to be. 

A room full of strangers,

I knew but didn't see.

Known and unknown, 

merged together,

Like two buttered toasts.

Spoken and unspoken,

Words didn't matter.

It's a room full of strangers, 

With 50 shades of black.

Nothing hurts, nothing left to see.

Night is getting dark and off I must be 

Because it is a room full of strangers 

And there is nothing more to see. 

Child

You say a child was better,

The adult is not yours to be.

Well ofcourse father, 

Why will he?

A child can't speak nor protest.

Meekly agrees to everything said.

Ofcourse a child is better,

A pliable, blendable playdoh.

With nothing to know,

Nothing to see.

But for your eyes and your words

Taken to heed.

Ofcourse a child is better, 

Sunset and sunrise begin with you

For he doesn't know any other.

Life begins at 40, 

For a child is not to be.

The powerful hand

 

You shall be remembered as the King.

Die with a Pyramid to guard you,

to be remembered for centuries.

There lived a cruel King,

a man of unimaginable wealth

Gold gilded castle with its Baroque magnificent door.

A lone man and his robot hand,

the invention of a rich man

to fight his enemies off

or scare the innocent into pliancy. 

I shall turn to ashes to dust to ashes

but rest in peace forever shall I,

for you will be exhumed one day,

like the cursed Tutankhamun.

Escape

War has given me the escape

Escape from my dreary self.

Escape from this life

Dystopian novelty wrecks the brain.

Built broken castles of a wreckage.

Of a future unknown but dark,

Dark as the fear we feel today.

Fear of the black smoke and

Guns and machines.

Of air raids and the third war.

Of lost innocence and smile,

A child was born,

Five weeks old.

Cried for life,

Shrieked for comfort.

Was silenced and put to rest.

A child born into freedom,

Was chained to the shackles of death.

Spit on you,

The world is closing in.

Your paranoia is the reality now.

No end to this road,

Jump off the cliff or surrender.

You shall fade away,

Forgotten in the annals of history.

As we fight for the last breath of freedom,

Of fearless living and dominance.

You took the smile away,

You shall fade away.

Dance of Death

Enjoy the dance of death

While the world morbidly watches

The black cloud rise up.

The smoke, the wind will

Take it to the West.

Entering our lungs, this black cloud

Shall be our death.

The curtain is ferrous and red,

And we shall all enjoy the dance of death.

It's inching closer to you,

Oh sickle and hammer.

U shall be painted red,

The world will finally watch,

Your dance of death.

You drive the SUV full throttle,

Till the end of the road.

Without a care, you shall meet your end.

As the blood drops on the Black sea

The tide shall rise and you will drown in it

The world shall watch

Your dance of death.

And the Swan will swim again,

Peacefully in their Lake.

For you will be long gone,

In black smoke.

Oh sickle and hammer,

Shall be buried dead.

Dance of the snowflakes

 The dance of the snowflakes

Quietly kissing the ground

whirling around,

in their white ballroom gown.

The spotlight is on them,

burning bright up the sky

white as snow as true to the eyes.

Reflecting pearls of the white light

is it telling me something?

the dance of the snowflakes,

turning and turning around.

Heart

You beat so hard,

I struggle to breathe

I can't tame you

Or calm you down!

Stillness is what I seek at night

A soothing rhythm,

Thump! And Bump!

Like a beating drum.

I seek to calm you,

To slow your pace

And prolong your sound.

One day you will give up,

I know.

Like millions have forgone their soul.

The thumping and beating stops

And darkness engulfs.

We must sleep then

As our body rests deep within,

The earth this heart used to beat!

World Food Day

As I go through the remains of my office desk, reminiscing the short but good times I have spent there, a recent headlines comes to my mind. 8 million people in the U.S. slipped into poverty. I don't know the figures in India or UK or the rest of the world but I'm sure they are similarly if not more bleak. The divide between the rich and the poor has now become the size of Grand Canyon. We have reached a point of no return. Our generation has witnessed two cataclysmic economic earthquakes in a span of less than two decades. Anything that the financial gurus say cannot help the poor. They need basic support and the economy is in ICU. 

In our ancestors times of hunting and gathering, the struggle was to stay alive and fit enough to scavange food. Today, our method of hunting has changed but we still have to scavange for food and basic survival. 

Are we learning anything from these economic disasters? Are we learning to be a better consumer, more aware of the effects a bad government can have on us?  As many of our brothers and sisters go hungry on the World Food Day, I ask a question - Will we change?

Isle of Gigha - an untapped heaven

Kris and I were looking forward to our first trip in 2021 as they lockdown is still on at varying levels across the UK. He found out about this little Isle next to it's more popular cousins like Arran islands and Islay. I was game for any location where I could spend the idyllic long weekend in May. 

Isle of Gigha turned out to be a truly socially distanced location. It takes about 5-6 hours of riding to the ferry point from Stanraer and then an hourly ferry. 

We thought we had tracked the time well and would reach well before time but one long stop for lunch and our plans were almost in jeopardy. 

We managed to reach just 11 mins before the last ferry to the isle and thanking our stars and Vicki (our motorbike) for bringing us safely to the spot. Once aboard, there were hardly two other caravans in there and we reached the island in 10 mins. As it was time for the summer sunset, we recced the entire island to pitch our tent. This would be the first wild camping experience for us. And wild it truly was! With ducks quacking on one side and cows mooing on the other. The sea breeze was ahead of us. A wide open space with islands Jurra and Islay displaying their surreal silhouette in the evening Sun. It was picture perfect and the weather was great. The island had a wonderful restaurant and we had our dinner there. This community-owned island also has a tiny shops for everyday things and that came in handy to buy milk and other edibles. After shopping and dinner, we camped for the night. The next morning, we made coffee and some pasta for breakfast with some delicious Danishes bought at the wee shop. I highly recommend baking goodies from Agryll Bakery. 

The island has a clean and functioning public toilet as well and we were able to use the facilities whenever required. Some of services were disrupted like the wee shop was open only got one hour and the restaurant was full quite soon because the entire island was booked for filming a TV series called 'Murder Island' on Channel 4. At one place we even got confused by a fake camping park set-up. Complete with the water tanks and campervans! 

So after our light breakfast, we explored the the island and discovered a beautiful garden with a lovely view point of another beach. That garden was quite well maintained and it's highlight was the peacock! Yes, a beautiful colourful peacock which wasn't shy of humans and posed very well for the shutterbugs. It helped that there were hardly three other people in the vast garden apart from us. 

We had packed a picnic lunch from the takeaway place 'The Nook'. The garden was perfect place to have your picnic. 

After lunch, we continued to explore other parts of the place and went on some hikes, explored a hidden beach that is accessible only by private route and if you are ready to walk through the family of sheep staring at you and then suddenly running away. Clean waters, perfect weather and a vast beach with rocks to climb on for the perfect view. Our exploring didn't end there. Kris also went for a short swim in another part of the island but it had sea weed so he decided to come back within minutes. In the evening, we missed our restaurant dinner as it was full thanks to the exciting film crew and long weekend crowding there. So we had some nuts and fruits which we had carried with us and some tinned food as well. It got a bit cool in the evening so we got our jackets from the tent and explored the wind mills called Faith, Hope and Charity. These are preused windmills set up since 2005 on the isle and helping them in their sustainable living. The farms near the wind mills were dotted with lots of sheep 🐑 that were ready to run away as we approached them. One or two just stood staring. We discovered some old stones named 'The Old Lady and the Little Boy' on our walk up the mountain.