A Call to Young India

'twas 57 long years ago they say,
I wasn't there to see it but…well…they say,
A nation staggered to its feet then,
It became a Republic…The Indian Republic,

What is a republic? They knew that aeons ago…
Since time immemorial efforts are on…
Many nations tried and now lie tattered and torn…
Our nation hasn't yet gone on that path,

Neither has it become what is a Republic,
Torn by many evils but yet hangin' in there,
India is a resolute spirit but how long will it hold…
India Shining, !ncredible India…they do it for votes,

Not one is dedicated to India, our motherland,
What she needs is the fire in the belly,
It's up to us, Young India, rise and make her big,
Rekindle the fire within you, it's glory time,

Far behind us in the pages of history,
We see an India which was glorius,
Let's relive that India, Glorious India,
The powers that be don't see this dream,

Don't become the powers that be,
Become the power that does,
The power of a dream, India Glorious,
Let it occupy you, drive you, the scintillating flame…Young India…


-The-not-so-confused-this-time Cranium

Silence..............

The silence rose like dark clouds over my skies,
Was it contempt now or had it been eternal lies,
I hope it is just a phase which will see an end,
Or is our friendship now round the bend???

Was it just an illusion of a short time,
Or will it persist and resemble other friendships of mine?
Like the three of us who dispersed to three corners of this land,
And yet we are linked by the bonds that bind,

Will the same happen with new bonds,
Will they stand the test of time??
Or will they crumble like a house of cards,
And will I have to find solace inwards?

Time is a bewitching temptress I have surmised,
She poses her questions much before they're realised,
And if you are infatuated by her riddles,
You'll become me…………..

-La confusa cráneo

A shot at putting my thoughts to words

Risin' up from the ashes,
The spirit wandered free,
It had been a long time since it had soared,
A long, long time………….

It had been given the freedom by its kin,
But it had not yet realised that fact,
It refused to break the shell and fly,
It seemed that it wouldn't ever, but it did,

When it did break free at last,
It seemed too used to its self-induced confinement,
It refused to leap, to fly, to soar,
Like the free bird, like the whistling breeze,

Tis' not that it didn't feel the call of the wind,
Not that it didn't see the glorious rays of the setting sun,
Tis' just that it had decided to ignore the calls,
But it was destined that the spirit was to soar,

From the thing that wouldn't,
From the thing that feared,
From that which refused,
It was meant to move to something better,

The thing that wouldn't mind,
The thing that overcame its fear,
That which gave it a go,
The spark was kindled,

They were just embers in the ashes,
Winds of change blew over 'em,
The embers glowed bright,
The glow was now scintillating,

It had needed only that spark,
That single brilliant pinpoint of energy,
And that spark was you,
It didn't recognise the spark when it was next to it,
But it has recognised it now…………..



-The Confused Cranium