Illustration from Book of Job by William Blake

I spoke to god the other day,
as to my window he made his way.
Pattering wildly on the pane,
in small droplets of rain.

Light candles and oil lamps, switch on your colourful lights!
chase away the gloom of a dark-dark night.
Fire away the crackers and rejoice and mourn,
for lives that are beginning and for ones that are gone.
Look to the sky and watch and wait,
for a miracle, a sign, of the figure eight.
The loops on it are but constancy,
of a reminder of kings and paupers we’re all meant to be.

Sun Rising

This is my interpretation of John Donne’s poetry The Sun Rising

busy old fool you unruly sun! 
why do you do this? is this fun?
you come barging in through windows
 and curtains and my open doors,
stinging my eyes and scalding my soul!
Love is dependent neither on your season nor your time
You disrespectful egotistic slime!
Why don’t you instead go and rebuke, torture and torment
lazy school boys and crude men to your heart’s content!
Go to the royal house announcing the day of the King’s ride
tell the country ants to begin harvesting far and wide.
But us you cannot touch since love knows no season nor clime
nor days, nor hours, nor months which are all but fragments of time

I wrote this for Roy Durham’s Blog chain  for A Poe a tree blog event. This poem can be interpreted in ways such as one seeking to break out from a dystopian world, through the perspective of a reprobate. It is a dark poem like most of my poems where darkness yet is not all about despondency, it is not all about defeat and being diminished. There is certainly an element of “the end” there, but it is characterized by intrigue, by mystery, by a promise of things beyond this world and on the periphery of another.

A pause has descended over my blogging for which I am sincerely apologetic to my dear readers.  No, I did not plan to take a breather, nor a pre-planned hiatus. The biggest peril my writing suffers as of now, is my impending move which may be interpreted as a period of zero writing. I genuinely feel inadequate and imperfect when the pleasure of conveying my thoughts on paper, be it physical or digital, is robbed from me.

Once again, a poem has been inspired by one of the most fascinating characters of  the television series Vampire Diaries.  He is the ruthless, heartless and purely pernicious older brother of Stephen Salvatore. Damon Salvatore is completely devoid of any conscience, at least not until he arrives at Mystic Falls. As the serial unfolds he does show some really wonderful redeeming qualities but my poem is about another time. The character of Damon Salvatore is entirely irredeemable as Milton’s Satan in Paradise Lost and yet one cannot help feeling sympathetic towards him. An uncontested dark prince of his own right but he is hunted too.

This poem is dedicated to one my absolutely favourite characters in the House of Night Series, Rephaim  the Raven Mocker. He is half raven, half man who is an offspring  of rape and lust.

This is a dedication to that one tiny spot on the map, that minuscule of a town located on the north eastern Himalayas of India, where I was born and raised, where my roots lie. Historically, Kurseong has been an uneventful little town except for few schools established by the British, located in perfect spaces on the face of the biggest hill looming over the main road. A sluggish small town with a small scanty train station where the legendary Toy Train stops just for refueling. The shabby appearance of the town however is broken by rounded small undulating slopes of green tea gardens that are forever playing hide and seek with thick mists during the monsoons. But other than that, it is just a very sleepy little town where nothing much happens.

I chanced upon Vampire Diaries tv series online by fluke. I had no expectations at all because in my opinion no movie, no book could parallel the twilight series fever. In my opinion no vampire could look as enchantingly handsome as Edward Cullen aka Robert Pattinson.

However after viewing two episodes of CW tv series loosely based on L. J. Smith’s vampire novels, I was bowled over by Stefan Salvatore aka Paul Wesley, the protagonist of the film. Entirely convincing as a tormented vampire, he was as good as Edward Cullen and gradually as the episodes proceeded, he became even more compelling than Edward. By the end of the first season, I had shifted loyalties from Ed Cullen to Stefan Salvatore, from Forks to Mystic Falls and what follows below is pure appreciation for the bewitching and mesmerizing character of Stefan Salvatore played with such clarity by Paul Wesley.

Edward Cullen the most alluring creation from the tip of Stephanie Meyer’s pen has taken all the young fluttering hearts in a romantic flurry throughout the world. It all started with Edward and his amazingly gifted clan of Vampires that have allowed the world to look at the dark and dangerous creatures through a incontrovertibly positive perspective. Although they are dark and dangerous creatures, Vampires no longer are mindless blood suckers with downright evil motives. Not only did Edward sweep Bella off her feet, he has swept millions of Bellas across the world who are still obsessing on the mania catapulted by him. Edward is dear not just to the teenage demographic but also to both young and older mums. This one is exclusively for Edward, my acclamation for him is found in the hour of his extreme pathos.