Lines on Indian Paper - I

 The following are random lines from my stationary:

1. This one was written while waiting for a stubborn lecturer to arrive (and I guess I was
thinking about both my recently deceased uncle and Dorian Gray) -

"Time frozen as a painting,
Holding the youth as one
Forever as he was - for
The million eyes to envy.
To think, if he was only there,
Still there, to feel the
Force of time on aging lines."

2. The next one was written by me on the rear cover of my Communications notebook-

"An endless journey
To pierce the void
And reach the stars beyond.

An endless journey
To douse the light
And feel the void within."

3. This one was when an Environment Concepts lecturer refused to accept that she was wrong-

"How do you expect me to believe
The words that you utter,
When the truth that you hope
To convey, comes from a lying mouth?"

4. The one below is a slight mockery of a classmate's mistake-

"When you say that the void is empty,
I guess you mean that you are never full.
You think I demean the weight of your thought;
Don't mistake me, you weigh the void beyond me."

5. This last one was the beginning lines of my opening speech on 'Experience is the name people
give to their mistakes'-

"I tried to climb when it rained,
I tripped, I slipped and fell.
I tried again, I fell again;
But somehow I reached the peak.
You think I learnt a lesson,
All I did was count the stairs."

Some People Still can't get It

Whenever the times are bad,
Whenever the world turns its back,
Why do you look to that idea?

Where is that which you can’t see?
Where is it when you are lost?
I can see it in the clouds,
But what is it doing up there?

Times when the spine shivers;
When a dot spreads
The darkness across your eyes,
Where is it that kills the void?

What can it do when the fear
Is from within, deeper than itself.
That every sinew of your heart
Is black, weak, enslaved,
And like Lavinia, ravished.

That the wrong think themselves wronged,
That they try to pray for pardon,
Is the lowest that filth can reach.

Taking up those arms and ideas,
Waging war against those
Whom you never knew,
And will never see in Hell.

See all the harmony around,
Feel the ambience of death.
Lie to me that you can,
And you’ll see that which none
Can see in life and neither in good death.