i own the night

Dark's moon rises high
And shuts the sun from the sky.
Ever so soft, ever so inviting;
She pulls me up, towards her
Like a sunflower pulls the Sun.
The big white smile on her face
Is irresistible.
i fly to the sky, drawn by the power
Of the Dark's moon.
i feel my power, i feel my might.
"You can fly, but only if you want to";
She says to me,
"And i can make you fly, only if you want to."
i'm flying, i'm soaring, i own the night.
"No", she says, "i do!"
Too late, i see,
Its just a bait….

- satyajit venkatraman
3rd September 1998

Campaign for…

Campaign for…
Freedom of speech…for the dumb;
Freedom of movement…for the lame;
Freedom of sight…for the blind;
Freedom of thought…for the mindless;
Freedom of life…for the dead;
Where the mind is without fear…there let terror reign!!!

- satyajit venkatraman
22nd March 1999

SV Notes: sorry Mr. Tagore, no offence meant to your beautiful words...just reflects my state of mind back in those days.

The Battle

Shades of night
Melt into the shadows,
As the Mist does battle with
The Rising Sun.
The battle for supremacy
Rages on.
First the Sun, then the other;
The misty dew on the trees
Melts under the power
Of the life-giver, the Sun.
Rays of light
Streaking through the misty morning
The Mist slowly dies but
Lives to fight another day.

- satyajit venkatraman
winter 2000 (?)

SV Notes: Conceived on the bus to Infosys in Bangalore one lovely mid-winter’s morning. Unfortunately, not set down in words at the time. So the thought kind of meanders and I feel doesn’t drive home the beauty perceived.