Water(2007)...An empty Bubble! My review of the film

An awaited fireball
Falls through the sky
I rush to catch it
Before the flame could die

I had been told
By the Gods who knew
That the dawn was coming
For the sky beheld skew

The hue was set
Apt for the arrival
Since it had went through much
Struggling for survival

The moment had come
And it was time to rise
If it did not hold your breath
You won’t be enough wise

For it had all the red
That the eye possibly sees
It seemed a firm pressed shirt
Without a crease

I couldn’t resist
I couldn’t hold
I begin to dig in
Me, being the strong and bold

I went on digging
And am still not sure
Whether I am at the crust
Or I have found the core

I find myself hanging
In an empty fireball
Is this what they think
Is dark, handsome and tall?

You... the Uncertain!

Possibly this could be another fate of mine
Directed towards certainty

I keep on walking in a desert
Against the blowing wind
Sand in my hair, Sand in my eyes
Paralysing my sight
Sand-studded, me glowing bright!

I wake up one morning
To find myself on a bed
Surrounded by depths of space
Infinitely deep...
I hang myself beneath the bed
Contemplating... whether I should let go

I sit still at the base of a pond
Silence humming in my ear-drums
And I breathe - Water
Choking my nose, Choking my throat!
Life calls... And I budge to swim
Only to realise I am a statue
Already dead...waiting to dissolve.

I fuel the fire of my desires
With you...
And when I find it extinguishing
I step right into the pier
To burn with the wound of your absence.

I dig into the earth
A space enough to bury me
I lie in there... staring up
Waiting for you to cover me with soil
Expecting to be suffocated
Under the auspicious cover of your hands.
But you refuse again
And I continue to lie...

Possibly this could be another fate of mine
Directed through all the elments
Towards you
Directed through certainty
Towards the uncertain...

A Wandering Soul

A wandering soul
Often misleaded
In the fury of its anonymous passions
Or should I say impatience?
Digresses
Into an inflaming world
Itching its heart -
A place where it fails to reach
Once drifted...

Its hard to take controlof the uncontrollable
In a situation
Forced by destiny
Which for him
Is a blinking disbelief

Yet it believes
That their would be a day
When the sun would rise for him
But he fears
If its the west
Where he is facing

With emotion in its eyes
And belief in the unreal
And unexpected future
It forgets about the east
Conveniently

And extends its hands
Backwards
To sense the known and non-existent
Hand of love
Invain...

Exhausted it sits down
Head between knees
Losing it all

It is then that love emerges
From within
Surounds it
And rotates
The Earth...
The rising sun
Cuts through the haze
And the soul is caught
In a gaze
It has long forgotten...

Its hands
Stretch to catch it
When it senses
The engulfment
Of its self
In the solar energy of an emotion called - LOVE

The wandering soul
Then disintegrates
In a single fragment
And drops down
On the palm of the ever expected
To seek Eternal Solace