DENT

                         DENT

I am the creation of your weakest moment.

I may have been just a spot
But I am the mark of your will
When your demons haunted your nights
You found your solace in me.

I was your strength, your character
I was your dim light in darkness
You did succumb to my minisculed  presence
As I stared through your compromising existence.

Through me came the light to glow your path
In me was your breath of fresh air
I was the guide you desired, the companion you seeked
I had been your escape from reality.

And yet, today that you stand firm
The bruises on your fist hurt more than my loss
I am ridiculed as an act of your foolishness
The idea of my presence agitated you now.

You now, ashamed, put a clothed paper over me
I have now become ugly, unconventional
I feel no sorrow though, I have realised
I can only be with tides, not with calm waters.

                                          - Daichi
                                      14th March, 2017

Valerie

                           VALERIE

     The broken radio mumbled '500 miles away from home'. Standing on a crossroad, Valerie grinned at the irony. Rugged hair with mild shade of grey, life had defined her hair like its own desicions. Between the walks and halts of life, she forgot what it felt to wait. Or maybe she never knew. After all, she never had anybody to wait for, only herself. Maybe the heartache was the signal, the indication that she wanted to wait, only she had no prior experience to decipher that message. The scorching heat wasn't bothering her, the dark cloud on the south corner was least of her worries. She was forged by the fire and rain of heaven. But something was making her uncomfortable. With nobody to share with, Valerie's feelings had become a puff ball of blur. But intuitively, she knew it had to do something with the road.

 'Another new road, another start' - the breeze cackled, as it turned chilly. Valerie wasn't sure if she wanted to start again. Maybe her will was fading, maybe she wanted to halt...wait. So she sat, leaning her back to the tree beside the road, and contemplated. As leaves fanned her, she went deep to her own world, recollecting memories of the roads she has passed. And she realised, her journey was never about starts and ends. Come to think of it, there was no start. She has always seen herself travelling. Her journeys have never been about goals. The mountains painting themselves red as sun plays hide and seek with Earth, the trees dancing on the music of Spring, her legs have always hopped on views like this. She never evaluated her travels with the number of roads crossed, the idea seemed illogical to her. The thrill of the journey has never given her any scope to complain. The songs of Nature took away her lethargy, the blanket of Mother Earth became her food and shelter. She has always been alone, but she has never been lonely.

'And yet here I am' - she mocks herself. This was her first moment of weakness, and the idea of quitting, under the garb of comfort, cautiously approached her. Valerie gets up. Her perspective is clearer now. Nobody has ever waited for her, but the road. It has been her only companion. Her journey was her life, and she wasn't ready to give up on it, yet. Between good and bad, right and wrong, she realised that only experience can be the judge, if at all. But above all, she knew that any road she takes, regardless it's varied shade of light and darkness, it will never fail to amuse her. Crests and troughs will be a part of it, but disappointment and regret won't find their fixed spot. She had her rest. She gets up, looks behind at the old road and smiles. Goodbyes and thank yous will ridicule their bond, she felt.

She takes her first step on the road unknown. The radio plays 'You will never walk alone'.

                                   ~Daichi
                                   3rd Feb., 2017

Shadow

                        Shadow

There lived a man beyond the land of sun 
Him and his silent friend, so I have heard. 
Exploring the greens and seeds of forest
And the blues and blacks of the sea
These are not my words, it was the bard. 

They walked all day on the weary road 
Among the music of silence and cacophony of words 
Witnessing the romance of pollen and wind
Fascinated by silver lined magician of heaven 
Relieved by the darkness of the road they were heading towards. 

Together they encountered the endless war 
As the bolts above failed at piercing earth's shield. 
Just as their own demons striking hard
Shattering the brick and mortar of their outer walls 
But their will forged the invincible castle they did build. 

The civilisation made a mockery of civility 
As they forced to tame their serenity with convention. 
They didn't run, they didn't stand firm 
For protest and escape were for shades of grey
Only absolute was their truth, their conviction. 

But then time took a leap and  turned its back 
Conspiring against their angel of bond. 
As one of them fell for the truck of the scythe
And the other just vanished, smoke from ashes 
Or was it a plot, to meet in a world beyond? 

There wasn't any legacy left behind, 
No story to tell, just another life journey. 
A walk through struggles, through highs and lows
And yet their dignity had to face vandals 
Was it fair, was it right, I ask thee... 

     
                                              - Daichi
                                         29th Jan., 2017

Chained

                       CHAINED

For a million years I have lived
Tortured by my own followers. 
For a million more years I will exist
Handicapped by the evil grasp of time.

I have seen the plots and twists
As mere mortals defamed my name.
I have been run over on streets
As psuedo-intellectuals stamped over me. 

As I stood by the slaves an era ago
They chose to be weak, suppressed. 
Only to spectate the loss they incurred
Accusing me to be fake, doubting my existence. 

I have seen the great divide, names might vary
Some called it class, others caste. 
Sometimes color, sometimes gender, and at times
Just the way they speak. 

I have been brutally vandalized, savaged
By the dark, infested claws of ambiguity. 
People in oblivion have been crying out
For me in various names, unaware. 

I have seen the monks 
As they tried to set out my example
They relieved me from pain, I was healed a little
And peace was born from the edge of my grin.

I have been in rise and in fall 
As kingdoms, dynasties, flourished and perished
Oppressors opted for oppression 
As I cried in pain for balance. 

I have been sitting with Science and God
And I have known them to be one. 
We have seen humans lynch one another
To prove superiority among the same. 

I have been mocked by them
As my name was used to defy my purpose
My life was turned into an oxymoron
Everytime summoning me to reduce me to ashes. 

The only place i belong as of now 
Is in the balance of law that hands 
Held by the lady with her eyes blinded with black cover 
Clueless about the changes around her. 

But I was born with a cause to fight
And so I will until my weapon of hope is seized. 
My name is Equality
And I want to live, and not just on pen and paper.

                                                                    -  Chinmoy Dey (DAICHI) 

Intervention

                       
                        Intervention
Dear Me, 

You have been chasing a shadow
Running wild, directionless. 
Not stopping once to catch a breath
Never worrying about black and white
You just believed yourself to be right. 
And you dare not stop now. 

You have had your bizarre reasons
Always had your deaf ear to the world.
Hoping someday the screams would fade
And they will sing your lulabby.
You thought things could change if you try. 
And you dare not stop now. 

Time flew at its own merry pace
People found their space beside you, if needed
Only you help yourself as tides came by. 
Headstrong, stubborn, broken but with a smile. 
And that's how you walked many a mile. 
And you dare not stop now. 

You have been pushed from the top
You have been mocked at the bottom 
You have been stabbed, vandalized 
And yet, you held onto your invisible silver lining
Somehow, you have always been fighting. 
And you dare not stop now.

 You lost your way every now and then 
You have been ambushed in the dark. Your demons howled in bittersweet melancholy 
Your fears took shape of terrors untold 
But your cape of pretence kept them on hold. 
And you dare not stop now. 

And you dare not stop now 
For your struggles have been mine 
And your strength has forged me 
Let the world think I am invincible 
Just ask yourself, is it possible? 
I believe in you. 
                                         - Cheers
                                           Myself



                                   - Daichi (1st Jan, 17)