On a wing and a prayer,
A furtive flight so rare.
To tame a bucking nightmare,
A dream without hope or care.
Burning wind rushing through my hair,
I ride into the dragon’s lair,
On nought but a wing and a prayer!
- Aviv Nair
19/12/2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Spilling Milk
I stand with my wings spread,
On the hesitant ledge.
I look down and wonder,
Standing upon that thin edge.
My wings are spread,
Ready to fly.
I look down again,
Standing so high.
I wonder again,
Do I dare again?
I leap again,
Without care, again!
Broken legs and soaring wings,
The earth cries, the wind sings.
Broken legs and soaring wings,
I wonder, have I done the right things?
-Aviv Nair
24/11/2010
On the hesitant ledge.
I look down and wonder,
Standing upon that thin edge.
My wings are spread,
Ready to fly.
I look down again,
Standing so high.
I wonder again,
Do I dare again?
I leap again,
Without care, again!
Broken legs and soaring wings,
The earth cries, the wind sings.
Broken legs and soaring wings,
I wonder, have I done the right things?
-Aviv Nair
24/11/2010
A new beginning
Reality boils, the future implodes.
The world swims, the universe shrivels up.
Beauty rots, love explodes.
Thoughts evaporate, the mind reels.
My heart pumps, endlessly, pointlessly.
Gravity falls over, I kneel.
Gods watch helplessly.
Lady luck leaves
Apocalypse closes in.
My life collapses, present and past.
The soul melts, screaming.
Silently, I quake, holding fast.
She’s gone!
-Aviv Nair
9/11/2010
The world swims, the universe shrivels up.
Beauty rots, love explodes.
Thoughts evaporate, the mind reels.
My heart pumps, endlessly, pointlessly.
Gravity falls over, I kneel.
Gods watch helplessly.
Lady luck leaves
Apocalypse closes in.
My life collapses, present and past.
The soul melts, screaming.
Silently, I quake, holding fast.
She’s gone!
-Aviv Nair
9/11/2010
The Net Below the Tightrope
I toss and turn, one of many a sleepless night.
Visions of the future, dreams of the past.
Emotions boil, anger, anxiety, fear and fright.
Concern and worry, all swirl around too fast.
Almost a nightmare, something lurks out of sight.
The goal unachieved, trust betrayed, love lost.
Darkness fogs my vision, I lose my strength and might.
I break into a sweat, my heart heavy with frost.
Then, like an invisible, but inescapable light,
Her arm holds me, soft and slow.
I hear words, so calm, so clear, so bright.
“I love you!”
Suddenly, everything is alright!
- Aviv Nair
28/9/10
Visions of the future, dreams of the past.
Emotions boil, anger, anxiety, fear and fright.
Concern and worry, all swirl around too fast.
Almost a nightmare, something lurks out of sight.
The goal unachieved, trust betrayed, love lost.
Darkness fogs my vision, I lose my strength and might.
I break into a sweat, my heart heavy with frost.
Then, like an invisible, but inescapable light,
Her arm holds me, soft and slow.
I hear words, so calm, so clear, so bright.
“I love you!”
Suddenly, everything is alright!
- Aviv Nair
28/9/10
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
The War Veteran
Feels like it’s been years,
Since I saw myself in a mirror.
I see lines marked by tears,
And furrows marked by terror.
I see the tired old eyes,
And the streaks of grey hair,
From a lifetime of lies,
And being treated unfair.
It’s been a long while,
Since I saw a glimmer of love,
A simple little smile,
Or the innocence of a dove.
I stare deep into my soul,
Through my hopes and my past.
I stare at what was once whole,
Long shattered since the die was cast.
I stare at a face tormented by dreams,
Once caked with dried blood.
I try to ignore the screams,
But they return an unstoppable flood.
Feels like it’s been years,
Since I saw my face in a mirror.
What stares back are the fears,
And the legions of dark horror.
I can see no more, I look away…
- Aviv Nair
4/5/2010
Since I saw myself in a mirror.
I see lines marked by tears,
And furrows marked by terror.
I see the tired old eyes,
And the streaks of grey hair,
From a lifetime of lies,
And being treated unfair.
It’s been a long while,
Since I saw a glimmer of love,
A simple little smile,
Or the innocence of a dove.
I stare deep into my soul,
Through my hopes and my past.
I stare at what was once whole,
Long shattered since the die was cast.
I stare at a face tormented by dreams,
Once caked with dried blood.
I try to ignore the screams,
But they return an unstoppable flood.
Feels like it’s been years,
Since I saw my face in a mirror.
What stares back are the fears,
And the legions of dark horror.
I can see no more, I look away…
- Aviv Nair
4/5/2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
I miss you
I've accompanied you on walks,
I've joined you in talks.
I've watched movies and sang songs with you,
I've debated and discussed rights and wrongs with you.
I've comforted you and hugged you,
I've irritated you and bugged you.
I've fought with you and missed you,
I've loved you and kissed you.
I've shared your hope and your fear,
I've assured you that I'll always be here.
I've laughed with you, and cried for you,
I've lived with you, and died for you.
I miss you, and I'm still here for you!
-Aviv Nair
19/3/2010
I've joined you in talks.
I've watched movies and sang songs with you,
I've debated and discussed rights and wrongs with you.
I've comforted you and hugged you,
I've irritated you and bugged you.
I've fought with you and missed you,
I've loved you and kissed you.
I've shared your hope and your fear,
I've assured you that I'll always be here.
I've laughed with you, and cried for you,
I've lived with you, and died for you.
I miss you, and I'm still here for you!
-Aviv Nair
19/3/2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Tidal wave of uploads
31 posts in a single day is simply because I've been too busy with other things to update the blog, and I've finally found the time to post all the poems written in that gap, as well as some older, unposted ones :)
Bottled before bloom
Bottled before bloom,
Not even a chance,
To spread perfume,
Or even to dance,
In the glorious sun,
And the refreshing breeze,
Joy, there is none,
All life begins to cease
Robbed of what I sought,
Before I began to find,
Bloom turns to rot,
As heart battles mind,
How am I to console
My heart distraught?
How do I fill the hole
That this has wrought?
-Aviv Nair
28/1/2010
Not even a chance,
To spread perfume,
Or even to dance,
In the glorious sun,
And the refreshing breeze,
Joy, there is none,
All life begins to cease
Robbed of what I sought,
Before I began to find,
Bloom turns to rot,
As heart battles mind,
How am I to console
My heart distraught?
How do I fill the hole
That this has wrought?
-Aviv Nair
28/1/2010
The Rise of the Phoenix
Rubble and ashes, smouldering embers and glowing cinders,
From a single spark, a tiny match, an insignificant tinder.
A slow breeze picks up, scattering the ash, dispersing the smoke.
An unidentifiable fragrance, the air lightens, no longer does it choke.
Something stirs, something glows, something starts to form.
Shapes flow together like quicksilver, rivulets of molten metal.
A hint of a plume, an outline of a tail, colours shift.
A strong glow, a brilliant flash of light, a blinding radiance!
Incredible power, stands up proud and tall,
Strength and beauty unparalleled, rises from its fall.
Wings appear, rising up in glorious magnificence,
The epitome of beauty, the Heavens pale to insignificance!
The Universe freezes in awe,
Time stands still in rapture,
Reality bows in respect,
Gods kneel in homage,
Behold! The Phoenix rises again!
Aviv Nair
11/1/2010
From a single spark, a tiny match, an insignificant tinder.
A slow breeze picks up, scattering the ash, dispersing the smoke.
An unidentifiable fragrance, the air lightens, no longer does it choke.
Something stirs, something glows, something starts to form.
Shapes flow together like quicksilver, rivulets of molten metal.
A hint of a plume, an outline of a tail, colours shift.
A strong glow, a brilliant flash of light, a blinding radiance!
Incredible power, stands up proud and tall,
Strength and beauty unparalleled, rises from its fall.
Wings appear, rising up in glorious magnificence,
The epitome of beauty, the Heavens pale to insignificance!
The Universe freezes in awe,
Time stands still in rapture,
Reality bows in respect,
Gods kneel in homage,
Behold! The Phoenix rises again!
Aviv Nair
11/1/2010
Subconscious
Wandering in the wilderness, lost in this forest of fear.
Shadows and spectres, dance cruelly far and near.
Lustful laughter and wraiths of wrath lurk in the depths of dark.
The air is filled as horrors unknown snarl and howl and bark.
What filters through the black foliage is hazy, dim and red.
Lending a helping hand to the metaphysical terror in my head.
Crumbling ruins lie ahead, covered in creepers and vines
Broken blocks, crisscrossing cracks, a spider-web of lines.
Physically, they are dark, still and silent, yet they smoulder.
Evil permeates the very rock here, the air grows colder.
A magnificent monstrosity, ramparts and towers standing tall,
Infested with demons and howling wind, a monument to my fall.
The rivers boil and the landscape burns,
The stench of death laced with dust, as the wind churns,
Geysers of horror burst forth from the ravaged land
Apocalypse and Hell, all in the palm of one hand.
Filled with fear and all the terrors you can find,
Welcome to the deep, dark dungeons of my mind!
Aviv Nair
7/1/2010
Shadows and spectres, dance cruelly far and near.
Lustful laughter and wraiths of wrath lurk in the depths of dark.
The air is filled as horrors unknown snarl and howl and bark.
What filters through the black foliage is hazy, dim and red.
Lending a helping hand to the metaphysical terror in my head.
Crumbling ruins lie ahead, covered in creepers and vines
Broken blocks, crisscrossing cracks, a spider-web of lines.
Physically, they are dark, still and silent, yet they smoulder.
Evil permeates the very rock here, the air grows colder.
A magnificent monstrosity, ramparts and towers standing tall,
Infested with demons and howling wind, a monument to my fall.
The rivers boil and the landscape burns,
The stench of death laced with dust, as the wind churns,
Geysers of horror burst forth from the ravaged land
Apocalypse and Hell, all in the palm of one hand.
Filled with fear and all the terrors you can find,
Welcome to the deep, dark dungeons of my mind!
Aviv Nair
7/1/2010
Happy Farewells
He watched as she lay there, weak, broken and helpless.
Sacrifice didn’t help, he’d been sympathetic and selfless.
They both knew it, the inescapable truth – she was going.
Yet, there was nothing they could do, neither crying nor mourning.
She took his hand and smiled, her eyes filled with decades of emotion,
Memories filled him, a wonderful life, full of joy, love and passion.
Feelings flowed freely, he was overwhelmed in the waterfall of love.
Understanding suddenly, he smiled, and prepared to leave his beautiful dove.
He hugged her, pouring out all his desperation, helplessness and joy,
He kissed her, pouring out all the love and passion of a young-again boy.
The Embrace of Death, sealed with the Kiss of Life,
He made his peace and tearfully said goodbye to his wife.
Aviv Nair
11/1/2010
Sacrifice didn’t help, he’d been sympathetic and selfless.
They both knew it, the inescapable truth – she was going.
Yet, there was nothing they could do, neither crying nor mourning.
She took his hand and smiled, her eyes filled with decades of emotion,
Memories filled him, a wonderful life, full of joy, love and passion.
Feelings flowed freely, he was overwhelmed in the waterfall of love.
Understanding suddenly, he smiled, and prepared to leave his beautiful dove.
He hugged her, pouring out all his desperation, helplessness and joy,
He kissed her, pouring out all the love and passion of a young-again boy.
The Embrace of Death, sealed with the Kiss of Life,
He made his peace and tearfully said goodbye to his wife.
Aviv Nair
11/1/2010
Emotionally Compromised
Envious green and depressed blue,
Evil black and passionate red,
Cheerful yellow and energetic orange,
Dance in a swirling vortex of innocent white,
A shapeless nebula of feelings and emotions,
Each trying hard to be seen and heard,
Battling in the twisting nether,
Bringing me to the brink of meltdown,
Guess I’m just emotionally over-sensitive.
Aviv Nair
5/1/2010
Evil black and passionate red,
Cheerful yellow and energetic orange,
Dance in a swirling vortex of innocent white,
A shapeless nebula of feelings and emotions,
Each trying hard to be seen and heard,
Battling in the twisting nether,
Bringing me to the brink of meltdown,
Guess I’m just emotionally over-sensitive.
Aviv Nair
5/1/2010
Torture and Relief
The phone rings,
Ringing and echoing in my ears,
Like my pounding heartbeat.
She cuts the call,
Oh! How deep it cuts,
That “busy” tone.
I sit in silence,
It drowns out all sounds,
And my ears start ringing.
She cuts my call again,
Incisive with surgical precision,
My heart pounds one last time.
Coldness settles,
As the anger heats up,
And I smoke.
The burning cigarette,
Calming my quivering heart,
I go numb.
Heaviness settles in,
I surrender to the darkness,
My personal prison.
My ears start ringing again,
Cutting through the silence,
I answer the phone.
Light floods through,
And I fly through the bars.
It’s her!
-Aviv Nair
14/5/2009
Ringing and echoing in my ears,
Like my pounding heartbeat.
She cuts the call,
Oh! How deep it cuts,
That “busy” tone.
I sit in silence,
It drowns out all sounds,
And my ears start ringing.
She cuts my call again,
Incisive with surgical precision,
My heart pounds one last time.
Coldness settles,
As the anger heats up,
And I smoke.
The burning cigarette,
Calming my quivering heart,
I go numb.
Heaviness settles in,
I surrender to the darkness,
My personal prison.
My ears start ringing again,
Cutting through the silence,
I answer the phone.
Light floods through,
And I fly through the bars.
It’s her!
-Aviv Nair
14/5/2009
The road not travelled
I go where the Devil lies in wait,
I hear the nagging taunts of fate,
To go back, and change for all time,
To make a choice, and commit the crime,
To do what cannot be done,
To undo what cannot be undone,
When I left her, oh, how my heart bled!
But I could not choose where my path led,
I came back in space, but not in time,
For I was hers, but she was no longer mine,
Out of reach and out of sight,
I could only watch the spreading blight!
I could not choose, for there were two ways,
And I would have remained so for the rest of my days,
Were it not for that final, fateful decision,
Where I had to make that painful incision.
I made the cut, quick and sharp,
As my guardian angel broke her harp,
Two paths, but I could not choose,
Too afraid of what I would loose,
I took the path where none other travel,
No dirt or stones, nor rubble nor gravel,
I did not choose…
I made my own road!
-Aviv Nair
1/4/2009
I hear the nagging taunts of fate,
To go back, and change for all time,
To make a choice, and commit the crime,
To do what cannot be done,
To undo what cannot be undone,
When I left her, oh, how my heart bled!
But I could not choose where my path led,
I came back in space, but not in time,
For I was hers, but she was no longer mine,
Out of reach and out of sight,
I could only watch the spreading blight!
I could not choose, for there were two ways,
And I would have remained so for the rest of my days,
Were it not for that final, fateful decision,
Where I had to make that painful incision.
I made the cut, quick and sharp,
As my guardian angel broke her harp,
Two paths, but I could not choose,
Too afraid of what I would loose,
I took the path where none other travel,
No dirt or stones, nor rubble nor gravel,
I did not choose…
I made my own road!
-Aviv Nair
1/4/2009
The Saga of Humanity
The enfolding darkness, pinpricks of light,
The diamond-fields of the Universe,
Untouchable, unreachable, unattainable,
Until now!
The buzz of humanity,
The hum of technology,
Shrouded in sheer silence.
Behold the Galactic Giants!
Behold The metallic Megaliths!
Behold the Titans of titanium!
Mini-suns burn hot, blue-white,
Powering these monsters with all their might.
Protected by energy, armed with lances of light,
Whales of War, Beasts of Battle,
Skirmishing serpents, and intercepting insects,
Weaving webs of destruction in their endless combat.
Hark! The clanging klaxons, and screaming sirens!
Hark! The wild wail of these wandering worlds!
Hark! The din of death, and the symphony of silence!
Hark! The tiny twitter of triumph!
Hark! The whisper of Humanity among the stars!
-Aviv Nair
17/9/2009
The diamond-fields of the Universe,
Untouchable, unreachable, unattainable,
Until now!
The buzz of humanity,
The hum of technology,
Shrouded in sheer silence.
Behold the Galactic Giants!
Behold The metallic Megaliths!
Behold the Titans of titanium!
Mini-suns burn hot, blue-white,
Powering these monsters with all their might.
Protected by energy, armed with lances of light,
Whales of War, Beasts of Battle,
Skirmishing serpents, and intercepting insects,
Weaving webs of destruction in their endless combat.
Hark! The clanging klaxons, and screaming sirens!
Hark! The wild wail of these wandering worlds!
Hark! The din of death, and the symphony of silence!
Hark! The tiny twitter of triumph!
Hark! The whisper of Humanity among the stars!
-Aviv Nair
17/9/2009
Last Words
I’m not hungry, no food,
I’m not happy, in a bad mood,
I’m not thirsty, no water,
I’m not alive, take me to slaughter.
My movements are restricted - so constricted.
My thoughts are constrained - so restricted.
My emotions are numb – so depressed.
My feelings are none – so suppressed.
Don’t leave me where I lie,
Take me home to die!
-Aviv Nair
14/5/2009
I’m not happy, in a bad mood,
I’m not thirsty, no water,
I’m not alive, take me to slaughter.
My movements are restricted - so constricted.
My thoughts are constrained - so restricted.
My emotions are numb – so depressed.
My feelings are none – so suppressed.
Don’t leave me where I lie,
Take me home to die!
-Aviv Nair
14/5/2009
Doomsday
Hearts shatter and cities crumble,
Minds reel and pillars tumble,
Faith burns bright, as technology stumbles.
Wings of steel, and talons of death,
Arms of metal, and the crushing grip of hate,
Eyes of glass, and the stare of destruction,
Covering the globe, sealing its fate!
Witness the Dawn of a New Era,
Born of the fires of fear and terror,
A new God rises, staring into his own mirror!
Before the fires start to subside,
The thirst unquenched,
The eyes turn slowly outside,
To new lands unconquered, and entrenched!
Thus began the End of Days!
-Aviv Nair
6/9/2009
Minds reel and pillars tumble,
Faith burns bright, as technology stumbles.
Wings of steel, and talons of death,
Arms of metal, and the crushing grip of hate,
Eyes of glass, and the stare of destruction,
Covering the globe, sealing its fate!
Witness the Dawn of a New Era,
Born of the fires of fear and terror,
A new God rises, staring into his own mirror!
Before the fires start to subside,
The thirst unquenched,
The eyes turn slowly outside,
To new lands unconquered, and entrenched!
Thus began the End of Days!
-Aviv Nair
6/9/2009
Conquest
Haunted by the ghosts of emotions and deeds,
Remnants of memories, now a shambles.
Ruin and rubble, with a carpet of weeds
Signs of the Devil’s dealings, overgrown with brambles.
Welcome! The dawn of the night,
Rejoice the retreat of light,
As it begins its cowardly flight,
Terrified of the overpowering might,
Brought to bear by the dawn of the night!
A battle of wills, steel against steel,
Neither yeilds, neither gives,
Thought versus feel,
Neither dies, neither lives!
Hail! The rising of the new moon,
Total victory to be gained soon,
It begins, the Reading of the Rune,
To complete the granting of the boon,
Made possible by the rising of the new moon!
Shards of shattered dreams cut and prick,
The ears don’t hear, the eyes unseeing,
The mind and heart, reeling and sick,
With the stench unfelt by every fibre of being!
Victory, with the shining of the stars,
Venerable Venus and Magnificent Mars,
Break the cage, bend the bars!
Crush their cities and pitiful cars,
For we have the power of the shining stars!
The eyes open in the night and flicker and fade,
Nothing ever is what it seems,
Assaulting the senses in a lightning raid,
The conquest of the night, by unending dreams!
-Aviv Nair
27/3/2009
Remnants of memories, now a shambles.
Ruin and rubble, with a carpet of weeds
Signs of the Devil’s dealings, overgrown with brambles.
Welcome! The dawn of the night,
Rejoice the retreat of light,
As it begins its cowardly flight,
Terrified of the overpowering might,
Brought to bear by the dawn of the night!
A battle of wills, steel against steel,
Neither yeilds, neither gives,
Thought versus feel,
Neither dies, neither lives!
Hail! The rising of the new moon,
Total victory to be gained soon,
It begins, the Reading of the Rune,
To complete the granting of the boon,
Made possible by the rising of the new moon!
Shards of shattered dreams cut and prick,
The ears don’t hear, the eyes unseeing,
The mind and heart, reeling and sick,
With the stench unfelt by every fibre of being!
Victory, with the shining of the stars,
Venerable Venus and Magnificent Mars,
Break the cage, bend the bars!
Crush their cities and pitiful cars,
For we have the power of the shining stars!
The eyes open in the night and flicker and fade,
Nothing ever is what it seems,
Assaulting the senses in a lightning raid,
The conquest of the night, by unending dreams!
-Aviv Nair
27/3/2009
Weaving Sounds and Stories
A group of labourers talk and laugh out loud,
As three children pass by discussing bicycles.
A man on a motorbike stops to buy a cigarette,
As another in a car tries to settle a business deal.
A bunch of youngsters swap complaints about their boss,
While another sits bored and calls for four “chais”
A young girl walks by, talking on her phone with a smile,
Interrupted by the strained voice of a woman bargaining vegetables.
The separate threads of hundreds of individual stories,
Briefly cross my own, as I sit in silence, not quite alone.
Aviv Nair,
22/11/2008
As three children pass by discussing bicycles.
A man on a motorbike stops to buy a cigarette,
As another in a car tries to settle a business deal.
A bunch of youngsters swap complaints about their boss,
While another sits bored and calls for four “chais”
A young girl walks by, talking on her phone with a smile,
Interrupted by the strained voice of a woman bargaining vegetables.
The separate threads of hundreds of individual stories,
Briefly cross my own, as I sit in silence, not quite alone.
Aviv Nair,
22/11/2008
TimeSense
Things happen fast in the heat of the moment,
As time flows slow and unstoppable as lava.
Solid and undeniably real as a rock,
Yet elastic and stretchable like a rubber-band.
So much lies behind in the past,
And even more lies in the future.
Living on the cutting edge of the Present.
The thin razor blade that divides the Past and the Future.
The problem with the Present is that it quickly becomes the Past,
But the Future is Now!
Aviv Nair
22/11/2008
As time flows slow and unstoppable as lava.
Solid and undeniably real as a rock,
Yet elastic and stretchable like a rubber-band.
So much lies behind in the past,
And even more lies in the future.
Living on the cutting edge of the Present.
The thin razor blade that divides the Past and the Future.
The problem with the Present is that it quickly becomes the Past,
But the Future is Now!
Aviv Nair
22/11/2008
The dream
I know you may not really care,
To hear about my nightmare,
But it’s something I must share.
It started with me in a dark lair,
Of a monstrously huge, black bear,
When suddenly, a siren begins to blare,
And a flame singes my hair,
I run outside and jump onto a mare,
Who turns around and asks me, “Where?”
I just shout, “Doesn’t matter! Anywhere!”
We run towards the forest faster than a hare,
Then he stops and asks me for the fare,
He says it comes up to one apple and a pear,
But my pockets are completely bare,
He gets enraged and his nostrils flare,
Again, I start to run as fast as I dare!
But somewhere, my foot gets caught in a snare,
And I get whipped up into the air,
A hunter comes and gives me a glare,
“Who are you, and why are you up there?”
I tell him my name, I learn he’s called Sinclaire,
He introduces himself with a flair,
As I dust the mud off my hair,
He starts to lead me, “Come to my house, there!”
And to my horror, takes me back to the dark lair,
I turn around to find he’s changed into the bear!
Again a siren begins to blare,
But this time, thankfully, it’s my alarm clock!!
-Aviv Nair
22/11/2008
To hear about my nightmare,
But it’s something I must share.
It started with me in a dark lair,
Of a monstrously huge, black bear,
When suddenly, a siren begins to blare,
And a flame singes my hair,
I run outside and jump onto a mare,
Who turns around and asks me, “Where?”
I just shout, “Doesn’t matter! Anywhere!”
We run towards the forest faster than a hare,
Then he stops and asks me for the fare,
He says it comes up to one apple and a pear,
But my pockets are completely bare,
He gets enraged and his nostrils flare,
Again, I start to run as fast as I dare!
But somewhere, my foot gets caught in a snare,
And I get whipped up into the air,
A hunter comes and gives me a glare,
“Who are you, and why are you up there?”
I tell him my name, I learn he’s called Sinclaire,
He introduces himself with a flair,
As I dust the mud off my hair,
He starts to lead me, “Come to my house, there!”
And to my horror, takes me back to the dark lair,
I turn around to find he’s changed into the bear!
Again a siren begins to blare,
But this time, thankfully, it’s my alarm clock!!
-Aviv Nair
22/11/2008
Slow to anger
From the depths of the marine trench, a bubble breaks the surface.
Mud slithers off the top of the precipice.
A flash flood of molten lava,
A star goes nova!
-Aviv Nair,
9/5/2008
Mud slithers off the top of the precipice.
A flash flood of molten lava,
A star goes nova!
-Aviv Nair,
9/5/2008
Rebirth
I sift through the shards of my shattered dreams,
Numbed by the grief, tears and screams.
Pillars of might and strength, torn down.
The King of The World, I’ve lost my crown.
The pain, like a thousand burning knives,
Mercilessly slicing through hearts and lives.
The shambles of a beautiful paradise,
Burned down by the fire of lies.
The powerful energy that was my life’s core,
Stolen, plundered and robbed, as the world shut the door.
Lifeless, broken, tortured and weak,
I found, I lost, but no more can I seek.
The ground around me cracks and trembles,
Taking me up, as the wall around me crumbles.
Time flows around me like molten rock,
Pure power and strength, as I break the lock.
I spread my wings and take flight,
I open my arms, and drink in the light.
I fly, far and away from it all,
Destroying memories of my great fall.
I see a broad, high cliff and there I land,
I survey my new empire as I stand.
I see the fires, lava and sulfur,
Echoing the sounds of my own laughter.
The burning rock and lava, fed by acid rain,
Through insanity, beyond being sane.
My veins throb with my new-found power,
Time and space move slower and slower,
As I take over my Empire, the place where I fell,
I rise, rejuvinated, reborn as the Lord of Hell!
-Aviv Nair
6 January 2008
Numbed by the grief, tears and screams.
Pillars of might and strength, torn down.
The King of The World, I’ve lost my crown.
The pain, like a thousand burning knives,
Mercilessly slicing through hearts and lives.
The shambles of a beautiful paradise,
Burned down by the fire of lies.
The powerful energy that was my life’s core,
Stolen, plundered and robbed, as the world shut the door.
Lifeless, broken, tortured and weak,
I found, I lost, but no more can I seek.
The ground around me cracks and trembles,
Taking me up, as the wall around me crumbles.
Time flows around me like molten rock,
Pure power and strength, as I break the lock.
I spread my wings and take flight,
I open my arms, and drink in the light.
I fly, far and away from it all,
Destroying memories of my great fall.
I see a broad, high cliff and there I land,
I survey my new empire as I stand.
I see the fires, lava and sulfur,
Echoing the sounds of my own laughter.
The burning rock and lava, fed by acid rain,
Through insanity, beyond being sane.
My veins throb with my new-found power,
Time and space move slower and slower,
As I take over my Empire, the place where I fell,
I rise, rejuvinated, reborn as the Lord of Hell!
-Aviv Nair
6 January 2008
Rage
Beyond wisdom, beyond reason, beyond age,
Beyond fear, beyond anger, lies rage!
It litters our history, from dictator to sage,
Glowing white hot on every page!
It taints the scientist, and corrupts the mage,
It visits both the boss, and worker of daily wage.
It’s always there, that burning rage,
Waiting to explode, rattling its cage!
-Aviv Nair
19/6/2008
Beyond fear, beyond anger, lies rage!
It litters our history, from dictator to sage,
Glowing white hot on every page!
It taints the scientist, and corrupts the mage,
It visits both the boss, and worker of daily wage.
It’s always there, that burning rage,
Waiting to explode, rattling its cage!
-Aviv Nair
19/6/2008
Pure Music
The music blasts in my ears as her voice echoes,
Her sweet voice, and the sting of the music,
Opposing, cancelling, complimenting, overpowering!
The beat of the drum, the rhythm of her laughter,
The twang of the guitar, harmony of her speech,
Come together in melody, as the sound invades my mind!
Pitch and tone meld, as my senses blend,
They match, they merge, they calm me.
The ultimate high, the ultimate trip, pure Nirvana!
-Aviv Nair
6/6/2008
Her sweet voice, and the sting of the music,
Opposing, cancelling, complimenting, overpowering!
The beat of the drum, the rhythm of her laughter,
The twang of the guitar, harmony of her speech,
Come together in melody, as the sound invades my mind!
Pitch and tone meld, as my senses blend,
They match, they merge, they calm me.
The ultimate high, the ultimate trip, pure Nirvana!
-Aviv Nair
6/6/2008
Motivation
I sit still, unable to sleep, as the night grows late,
I’m not even tired, I sit still and wait.
The first tears come unexpected, yet predictable.
I had to lose control sometime, it was inevitable!
I cry, for all I’ve suffered, all the hurt, all the pain,
Thoughts race through my head, with a pace that makes me insane!
While the tears roll down, uncontrolled, unchained, free!
Suddenly all becomes clear, suddenly I see!
Through the blurred vision of my tears,
Through the mirages of my insecurity and fears,
A vision floats in front of me, through the watery haze,
It’s her beautiful smile, her cute face!
My tears dry up, my heart hardens and becomes steel,
Gone is the fear, and all the loneliness I feel!
I’m strong again, I have a single, overpowering purpose.
Stopping me is impossible, what I do goes beyond mere willpower and force!
The thought of her voice and feelings strengthens my resolve,
And suddenly, there’s no problem that I can’t solve!
My mind whirrs, whirls, and runs at the speed of light,
The world’s against me, so what? I will fight!!
I have a focus, a vision, a goal!
Without her, I’m not whole.
I smiled as I lay down to sleep and curled,
Be prepared, ‘cos I’m gonna take over the world!!
-Aviv Nair
6/6/08
I’m not even tired, I sit still and wait.
The first tears come unexpected, yet predictable.
I had to lose control sometime, it was inevitable!
I cry, for all I’ve suffered, all the hurt, all the pain,
Thoughts race through my head, with a pace that makes me insane!
While the tears roll down, uncontrolled, unchained, free!
Suddenly all becomes clear, suddenly I see!
Through the blurred vision of my tears,
Through the mirages of my insecurity and fears,
A vision floats in front of me, through the watery haze,
It’s her beautiful smile, her cute face!
My tears dry up, my heart hardens and becomes steel,
Gone is the fear, and all the loneliness I feel!
I’m strong again, I have a single, overpowering purpose.
Stopping me is impossible, what I do goes beyond mere willpower and force!
The thought of her voice and feelings strengthens my resolve,
And suddenly, there’s no problem that I can’t solve!
My mind whirrs, whirls, and runs at the speed of light,
The world’s against me, so what? I will fight!!
I have a focus, a vision, a goal!
Without her, I’m not whole.
I smiled as I lay down to sleep and curled,
Be prepared, ‘cos I’m gonna take over the world!!
-Aviv Nair
6/6/08
Someone who loves you
As usual, the music plays unheard, repeating, a million times over.
Somewhere on a plane unknown, unheard and unseen, it stirrs me.
Over the rhythmic din of the music, I hear the words repeatedly,
It’s not about being with someone you love,
It’s about being with someone who loves you!
Time and time again, it’s been proved to disprove itself!
Known, accepted, and then taken for granted,
The treasure once found and hoarded, slowly loses its value.
It’s not about being with someone you love,
It’s about being with someone who loves you!
Accepted, possessed, neglected, then forgotten.
The treasure lies moulding, losing its heavenly shine,
Tarnished, chained, coveting and coveted by others,
It’s not about being with someone you love,
It’s about being with someone who loves you!
Slowly the crack widens into a hole, and the treasure leaks,
Emptying itself into the hands of those who lovingly stroke it,
Till one day, a single clink leads to rediscovery!
Once more remembering the riches that lay forgotten,
But the treasure is gone, leaked, stolen!
It’s not about being with someone you love,
It’s about being with someone who loves you!
-Aviv Nair
30/6/2008
Somewhere on a plane unknown, unheard and unseen, it stirrs me.
Over the rhythmic din of the music, I hear the words repeatedly,
It’s not about being with someone you love,
It’s about being with someone who loves you!
Time and time again, it’s been proved to disprove itself!
Known, accepted, and then taken for granted,
The treasure once found and hoarded, slowly loses its value.
It’s not about being with someone you love,
It’s about being with someone who loves you!
Accepted, possessed, neglected, then forgotten.
The treasure lies moulding, losing its heavenly shine,
Tarnished, chained, coveting and coveted by others,
It’s not about being with someone you love,
It’s about being with someone who loves you!
Slowly the crack widens into a hole, and the treasure leaks,
Emptying itself into the hands of those who lovingly stroke it,
Till one day, a single clink leads to rediscovery!
Once more remembering the riches that lay forgotten,
But the treasure is gone, leaked, stolen!
It’s not about being with someone you love,
It’s about being with someone who loves you!
-Aviv Nair
30/6/2008
Turning Point
He sat in front of the computer screen,
And thought of all he had been.
The way he had written page after page,
In a wild frenzy, almost in a rage.
He worked late almost every night,
And threw people around him into a fright.
He talked incisively and arrogantly every day,
And most people would respectfully stay out of his way.
He had great knowledge of almost everything
And his status rose as would a powerful king
He would not be tempted by any lure
And his opinion was always true and sure
Then, he just suddenly sank low,
Where he was certain, now he just didn’t know.
Where earlier, he worked at a furious pace,
Now, he just sat around and would simply laze.
His mind, once crazy, was now just blocked
And everyone around him was shocked
Yet, the problem was understood by a very few
He just needed something new
That’s when she came into his life and turned him around
All his lost energy and enthusiasm was suddenly found
And as his reputation again slowly grew
Almost everybody instinctively knew
She had saved his life,
His darling, beloved wife!
Aviv Nair
24/11/2006
And thought of all he had been.
The way he had written page after page,
In a wild frenzy, almost in a rage.
He worked late almost every night,
And threw people around him into a fright.
He talked incisively and arrogantly every day,
And most people would respectfully stay out of his way.
He had great knowledge of almost everything
And his status rose as would a powerful king
He would not be tempted by any lure
And his opinion was always true and sure
Then, he just suddenly sank low,
Where he was certain, now he just didn’t know.
Where earlier, he worked at a furious pace,
Now, he just sat around and would simply laze.
His mind, once crazy, was now just blocked
And everyone around him was shocked
Yet, the problem was understood by a very few
He just needed something new
That’s when she came into his life and turned him around
All his lost energy and enthusiasm was suddenly found
And as his reputation again slowly grew
Almost everybody instinctively knew
She had saved his life,
His darling, beloved wife!
Aviv Nair
24/11/2006
Try till you succeed
She was sweetest girl ever, that was undeniable,
That he would fall in love with her was inevitable.
Why he kept trying so hard was unexplainable,
Because even he knew, that it was impossible.
He was the person for whom she had the most respect,
Although, from him, she never quite knew what to expect.
She always regarded him as a good friend,
And everyone knew that’s how it would end.
He simply watched as she was stolen from him,
He could only watch as she became the victim,
He watched as her bright eyes slowly became dim,
He watched with delight as she dumped him.
He comforted her, cared for her, and gave words of advice,
He nurtured her, and brought her back to life.
As he did this, she suddenly knew,
That people like him were very, very few.
Her fondness for him just grew and grew,
Until one day, before she even had a clue,
She went up to him and told him straight and true,
Those three magic words, “I love you!”
And they both lived happily ever after..
A good friend and his wife... (laughter).
-Aviv Nair
4/1/2006
That he would fall in love with her was inevitable.
Why he kept trying so hard was unexplainable,
Because even he knew, that it was impossible.
He was the person for whom she had the most respect,
Although, from him, she never quite knew what to expect.
She always regarded him as a good friend,
And everyone knew that’s how it would end.
He simply watched as she was stolen from him,
He could only watch as she became the victim,
He watched as her bright eyes slowly became dim,
He watched with delight as she dumped him.
He comforted her, cared for her, and gave words of advice,
He nurtured her, and brought her back to life.
As he did this, she suddenly knew,
That people like him were very, very few.
Her fondness for him just grew and grew,
Until one day, before she even had a clue,
She went up to him and told him straight and true,
Those three magic words, “I love you!”
And they both lived happily ever after..
A good friend and his wife... (laughter).
-Aviv Nair
4/1/2006
The One
She’ll love me till the end of time,
She’ll be as beautiful as a rhyme.
She’ll be the most fun person around,
And her charm and wit will abound.
But even if she’s the best in the bedroom,
Our future can only end in doom.
If that can’t be worked out, I guess it seems,
That I should never find the girl of my dreams!
-Aviv Nair
4/1/2006
She’ll be as beautiful as a rhyme.
She’ll be the most fun person around,
And her charm and wit will abound.
But even if she’s the best in the bedroom,
Our future can only end in doom.
If that can’t be worked out, I guess it seems,
That I should never find the girl of my dreams!
-Aviv Nair
4/1/2006
I'm Alive!
The grass, like a forest fire in ochre!
The sky, like a blue dome overhead!
The earth, like a red carpet under me!
The sun, like a great spotlight in the sky!
Life, like a celebration of me!
-Aviv Nair
4/1/2006
The sky, like a blue dome overhead!
The earth, like a red carpet under me!
The sun, like a great spotlight in the sky!
Life, like a celebration of me!
-Aviv Nair
4/1/2006
Everlasting
Am I dreaming a reality, or is reality just a dream?
The world I know dissolves around me in a scream.
The girl I love tenderly holds me,
But doom is all that I am able to see.
As hard as I try, we can’t stay together,
Because our love just won’t last forever..
-Aviv Nair
4/1/2006
The world I know dissolves around me in a scream.
The girl I love tenderly holds me,
But doom is all that I am able to see.
As hard as I try, we can’t stay together,
Because our love just won’t last forever..
-Aviv Nair
4/1/2006
Sorry
How close we were together, I never knew,
And then we went far, far apart,
I realized then, that I really loved you,
I knew also, that I loved you from the start.
It was a thin golden line that held us together,
Oh so fragile, I found out too late,
That single cut, might break it forever.
But hopefully, that is not written in my fate.
I hope you understand, and to God I pray,
That you forgive me for my stupid mistake,
Because only you can understand the way,
I feel sorry with every breath that I take.
- Aviv Nair
5/9/2003
And then we went far, far apart,
I realized then, that I really loved you,
I knew also, that I loved you from the start.
It was a thin golden line that held us together,
Oh so fragile, I found out too late,
That single cut, might break it forever.
But hopefully, that is not written in my fate.
I hope you understand, and to God I pray,
That you forgive me for my stupid mistake,
Because only you can understand the way,
I feel sorry with every breath that I take.
- Aviv Nair
5/9/2003
The Peacock
She stood at the window, watching the fresh rain,
So new, so pure, so peaceful,
Her smile spread slowly on the misty window pane,
So calm, so serene, so beautiful.
She opens the window and closes her eyes in delight,
As the wind playfully runs its fingers through her hair,
She watches an eagle turn gracefully in high flight,
And imagines how it would feel to be up there.
She smoothes her hair with her hand, so delicate,
She looks up at the sky and smiles with glee,
She stays so still, yet so articulate,
So confined, and yet so free!
Then, as quickly as it was born, the rain died,
And she looked like she’d seen the death of a legacy
She looked so sad, she could’ve cried,
But smiled again at the memory of her brief ecstasy.
Aviv Nair
2/8/2003
So new, so pure, so peaceful,
Her smile spread slowly on the misty window pane,
So calm, so serene, so beautiful.
She opens the window and closes her eyes in delight,
As the wind playfully runs its fingers through her hair,
She watches an eagle turn gracefully in high flight,
And imagines how it would feel to be up there.
She smoothes her hair with her hand, so delicate,
She looks up at the sky and smiles with glee,
She stays so still, yet so articulate,
So confined, and yet so free!
Then, as quickly as it was born, the rain died,
And she looked like she’d seen the death of a legacy
She looked so sad, she could’ve cried,
But smiled again at the memory of her brief ecstasy.
Aviv Nair
2/8/2003
Keep Smiling
In a poem like this, I cannot lie,
It’s just that I hate to see someone cry,
I feel bad on hearing even a sad sigh,
So when someone starts to cry, oh my,
Does that bring a tear to my eye.
So if you cry, I would just die,
And now you know the reason why.
But when you smile, life feels fresh and new,
I feel so happy, I could shout, “Yahoo!”
And I’m not just saying that, it’s really true!
Now that you know what your smile can do,
You wouldn’t cry anymore, would you?
You’ve seen the difference a smile and a tear can make,
So please keep smiling, at least for my sake!
- Aviv Nair
6/1/2003
It’s just that I hate to see someone cry,
I feel bad on hearing even a sad sigh,
So when someone starts to cry, oh my,
Does that bring a tear to my eye.
So if you cry, I would just die,
And now you know the reason why.
But when you smile, life feels fresh and new,
I feel so happy, I could shout, “Yahoo!”
And I’m not just saying that, it’s really true!
Now that you know what your smile can do,
You wouldn’t cry anymore, would you?
You’ve seen the difference a smile and a tear can make,
So please keep smiling, at least for my sake!
- Aviv Nair
6/1/2003
Desperation
What am I to do when I am trapped in a fantasy world?
What am I to do when I am trapped in the real world?
What am I to do when my life is going downhill?
What am I to do when my fantasy hands me an impossible bill?
What am I to do when my work is going bad?
What am I to do when my fantasies make me sad?
What am I to do when my friends don’t support me?
What am I to do when my imagination doesn’t set me free?
What am I to do when I can’t survive?
Then I think I’d rather die than be alive!
-Aviv Nair
20/8/2003
What am I to do when I am trapped in the real world?
What am I to do when my life is going downhill?
What am I to do when my fantasy hands me an impossible bill?
What am I to do when my work is going bad?
What am I to do when my fantasies make me sad?
What am I to do when my friends don’t support me?
What am I to do when my imagination doesn’t set me free?
What am I to do when I can’t survive?
Then I think I’d rather die than be alive!
-Aviv Nair
20/8/2003
Sweet Betrayal
He was quite new to the place,
And yet, everyone knew his face.
He too, knew almost everyone around there,
Except the one woman, exceedingly fair.
People warned him about her,
But his curiosity aroused, a great loss did he incur.
So, dressed in the coolest and latest fashion,
He met her and, alas, she became his passion.
Her eyes were enchanting and brown,
Her heavenly face had no sign of a frown.
Her fair, glowing skin, so smooth,
Her nature, forever in a happy mood.
So graceful she was in every swirl,
Never was there such a beautiful girl.
He watched for over a year,
But his heart, to tell her, filled with fear.
Finally, pitiful, he could not sleep,
No sense of time could he keep,
He could not drink or eat,
Somehow, he had to accomplish this feat.
So one day, he told her his proposal,
But constantly feared her refusal.
He certainly could not control her,
And her instant reply was “Mister!
This cannot be, I really don’t think so.”
He understood, the answer was a simple “No!”
He certainly understood, but she did not.
And over this matter, with him she fought.
Finally, he realized this was mission impossible,
The emotional gap between them was impassable.
Although the idea into his head did get,
Her beauty he just could not forget.
So when she said “ Maybe I said ‘no’ in haste…”
Hurray, he thought, the effort was not a waste!
He waited with bated breath,
Out of thy mouth, why the words not cometh?
She continued “ Maybe I do like you.”
He jumped and shouted with joy, “I love you!”
But the relationship was not interactive,
As a matter of fact, it wasn’t even active.
Slowly, the pleasant dream turned a nightmare.
It seemed like she didn’t really care.
So, like a thief after a theft,
He just quietly left.
He is now a world-famous philosopher,
But nobody has even heard of her!
Aviv Nair
(26/10/2000)
And yet, everyone knew his face.
He too, knew almost everyone around there,
Except the one woman, exceedingly fair.
People warned him about her,
But his curiosity aroused, a great loss did he incur.
So, dressed in the coolest and latest fashion,
He met her and, alas, she became his passion.
Her eyes were enchanting and brown,
Her heavenly face had no sign of a frown.
Her fair, glowing skin, so smooth,
Her nature, forever in a happy mood.
So graceful she was in every swirl,
Never was there such a beautiful girl.
He watched for over a year,
But his heart, to tell her, filled with fear.
Finally, pitiful, he could not sleep,
No sense of time could he keep,
He could not drink or eat,
Somehow, he had to accomplish this feat.
So one day, he told her his proposal,
But constantly feared her refusal.
He certainly could not control her,
And her instant reply was “Mister!
This cannot be, I really don’t think so.”
He understood, the answer was a simple “No!”
He certainly understood, but she did not.
And over this matter, with him she fought.
Finally, he realized this was mission impossible,
The emotional gap between them was impassable.
Although the idea into his head did get,
Her beauty he just could not forget.
So when she said “ Maybe I said ‘no’ in haste…”
Hurray, he thought, the effort was not a waste!
He waited with bated breath,
Out of thy mouth, why the words not cometh?
She continued “ Maybe I do like you.”
He jumped and shouted with joy, “I love you!”
But the relationship was not interactive,
As a matter of fact, it wasn’t even active.
Slowly, the pleasant dream turned a nightmare.
It seemed like she didn’t really care.
So, like a thief after a theft,
He just quietly left.
He is now a world-famous philosopher,
But nobody has even heard of her!
Aviv Nair
(26/10/2000)
Ode to a Ship
A bigger ship there never was,
She was the most luxurious one you ever saw.
She was a big sensation because,
She was supposed to be free from any flaw.
She was built in the shipyards of Belfast,
The best ones there were then.
Her body was held fast,
By 3 million rivets hammered in by men.
Her passengers were of three classes,
They were considered very lucky
By the huge numbers of the masses.
But later they were the most unlucky.
She would journey through the Atlantic
And across it, towards New York.
So smoothly, no one on board could ever be seasick.
The first class ate with silver fork
And spoon while the others ate by hand.
The first class passengers had their own cabin,
While the third class slept in the hull, deep within.
When she left out to sea,
Not a person on board felt not free!
Her builders, however, made a big mistake
The ship was supposed to be unsinkable,
But the claim was hopelessly a fake
And later, to keep afloat, she was unable.
She struck a block of ice
On the 14th of April.
The result was not nice
For it killed hundreds of people and many more mice.
All asleep after they had had their fill.
The unsinkable did sink at last,
And as it went down, a large road did it pave.
It took two hours to do that, not very fast.
But the road took more then 1500 to a watery grave.
On the 12th of September 1975,
When not one of her passengers was left alive,
A sub went down into the sea, to pick
The remains of that great ship, Titanic.
Aviv Nair
23/8/2000
She was the most luxurious one you ever saw.
She was a big sensation because,
She was supposed to be free from any flaw.
She was built in the shipyards of Belfast,
The best ones there were then.
Her body was held fast,
By 3 million rivets hammered in by men.
Her passengers were of three classes,
They were considered very lucky
By the huge numbers of the masses.
But later they were the most unlucky.
She would journey through the Atlantic
And across it, towards New York.
So smoothly, no one on board could ever be seasick.
The first class ate with silver fork
And spoon while the others ate by hand.
The first class passengers had their own cabin,
While the third class slept in the hull, deep within.
When she left out to sea,
Not a person on board felt not free!
Her builders, however, made a big mistake
The ship was supposed to be unsinkable,
But the claim was hopelessly a fake
And later, to keep afloat, she was unable.
She struck a block of ice
On the 14th of April.
The result was not nice
For it killed hundreds of people and many more mice.
All asleep after they had had their fill.
The unsinkable did sink at last,
And as it went down, a large road did it pave.
It took two hours to do that, not very fast.
But the road took more then 1500 to a watery grave.
On the 12th of September 1975,
When not one of her passengers was left alive,
A sub went down into the sea, to pick
The remains of that great ship, Titanic.
Aviv Nair
23/8/2000
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