i have heard one thing from almost every person i know of, that is how they cant control their life, and how time and destiny are things no one can escape. whichever way you go, there will always be people telling you that, whatever you do, what has to happen, happens. then dont you find it useless, that we must all just work our butts off, and yet, get the exact life that we feared? i dont believe in destiny, at least not the maniacal, sadistic one that people talk about. even though i do believe in what Coelho said that when you want something, the whole universe conspires for you to achieve it.

this poem is something i wrote after coming across the following picture in deviant art. i am amazed at how well it describes the unchained puppet, the man who, thinkinh that he has strings attched, lives like a puppet his entire life, passing the blame to some unseen almighty, and crying that no one can beat destiny. all i did, is make a situation to give this man a chance to see the puppeteer, in person and settle the score.

how many of us are puppets? or at least believe that they are, at the hands of God, family, destiny, or whatever other thing? and if so, then read on, coz you may be surprised to find who the puppeteer really is..



UNCHAINED PUPPET

My eyes filled with light of unknown days
My heart filled with acrid and bygone sorrows
My mind analyzing the day in every moment
My smile caught in the promise of a lost tomorrow

My arms raised in prayers to the hallowed halls
My heart filled with passion for deities I cant see
My mouth now dry from the hint of truth
My vision already blurred with an image of me

Raise me up now, cut these morbid chains
I am not a puppet, but a human too
Why is my every movement devoid of my will
Why are veins, chained to the lie of you

As my eyes tear, I watch my blood flow
As always wondering whatever did I do
To awaken the wrath of unseeing almighty
Who punishes me though the puppeteer in you

My legs are aching, please stop now!
I cannot exalt in this dance of death
My soul and my body is all yours
Just please, let me keep my breath

You have chained me forever and more
Blinding me by humanity, so that I couldn’t see
Wound so hard in your universal explanation
Only to realize that the puppeteer is me.

copyright 2006 shruti bhutada

THE OUTSIDER

Watching the sunlight stream by
Washing over my silent lie
Hundreds of tears that fall unknown
Thousands of dreams that with me fly

I just passed the moment, it called me home
Welcome to the day, o night rider
I stop at the door and smile at all
After all, I am the outsider

I am the outsider in these cries of mirth
I am the outsider in those halls of fame
On every monument built, and every tomb wreaked
Theres all, but my single name

I am just a traveler, waiting for the next ride
Listening to stories dying to be told
My world lies safe and bound in my heart
While I watch the other million worlds unfold

I am just a loner, I walk on my road
I am the person standing near that brick wall
When everyones running away from your reality
And you know that your world is just about to fall

I am one who stands on the crowded roads
Where everyone is busy passing their blame
Listening to the tirade, hardly ever affected
Listening to music while washing the streets of shame

i am the outsider, to all those cries of help
my ears can hear, but mind cant register the pain
I am the one watching as the world slides by
I am the one walking, alone in the rain

Walking alone in rain and storm
And passing the hills of this worlds humanity
I am the outsider, I have no place to claim
No home, no community or any such foolish vanity

I am the outsider, I am unaffected by pain
My hearts got no chains, and my soul has no fear
Yet the only part of me that never seems to change
Is that helpless, angry and long frozen tear

copyright 2006 shruti bhutada

i wrote this poem a few days ago. i really relate to it. it defines detachment for me, that feeling that many pursue but only some attain. its not exactly precise on the rhyme meter, but thats the reason y i like poetry, its gives u freedom frm the shackles of grammar and meters and allows u to put expression above everything else....

this is my first blog here....hmmm, i think there will be loads more. but as this is the first, i will make it abt myself.. i am every bit of my display name. actually, i am a gypsy by blood, as all my ancestors had that streak ( and that was quite a find)!! just when u think that ur family and heritage is just there to make ur life hard, it surprises u by turning into something so insightful! my predeccessors migrated to the place i live in currently... and sice then i think my parents are the only one who stayed at the same place....or places. i want to see the world... not see, but feel it. walk on the streets, one with them, laugh on the jokes that people there do. i want to see if we all are really as different as we presume to be.

Art forms a crucial part of my life. by art i mean
painting
music
dance
poetry
prose
architecture

this is how i express myself.......if one fine day, art were to be removed from this planet, i would loose all meaning..... i wud bcum a void!
as Ayn rand said

" Art is the technology of the soul."

i couldnt agree more. it means the world to me...its how i see this world... as beautiful as human mind can make it. as it actually is.....

ok, enough rambling...its getting late, and i will sign off for now....