what if there comes a day
when you stop learning and start forgetting what you’ve learnt?
would you be satisfied that you have spent your life learning
and have something that is yours,
even if to forget?
or saddened at not knowing all there was to learn?
what if there comes a day
when you realize that your dreams may never come true?
would you be sad, knowing that you would never
dream another dream?
or enlightened that they were meant to be dreamt
and the inspiration for everything you achieved?
what if there comes a day
when you finally have to admit that you lack the talent?
to play that awesome riff on your guitar
would you grow your hair, pierce your ears and start a garage band?
or would you enjoy the thrill
of pleasant rhythmic strumming?
what if there comes a day
when you know you’re never going to own that red Ferrari?
would you rue the fact that you were never good enough
to achieve what you had always wanted?
or look back and see
all the wonderful things you’ve seen and enjoyed?
what if there comes a day
when you realize you’re closer to the end than the beginning?
would you have lived your life the way that you wanted to
or in the shadow of another?
would you worry about the long way down?
or savour the moment, poised on the edge of the pinnacle?
- satyajit venkatraman
24th February 2011
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
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.
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.
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.
closet insomniac
you lie awake at night
pondering all the things that might change your life,
things beyond your control,
things you cannot alter.
you cannot fall asleep, try as you might,
and leave a problem unsolved.
you hear eerie sounds
altering your train of thought.
a door shuts softly,
a wooden floor creaks.
is it a guard on the grounds
or your ears trying to keep up with your imagination?
you see a creepy silhouette
standing in the doorway
moving with uncanny elegance.
suspended in mid-air is it something
hung on the door, maybe a jacket?
or an unearthly intruder trying to steal your thoughts?
sleeping peacefully next to you
perhaps dreaming of a parallel universe,
your ever-faithful soul mate
drifts into rapid eye movement.
as if it’s something totally new
you wonder if you will ever be as tranquil?
today ticks over to yesterday
you wish you could just lay back
and relish the serene moonlight.
yearning for elusive slumber that never comes.
still awake at the first rays of dawn you have to say
there is nothing more you want than those forty winks.
(not based on a true story)
- satyajit venkatraman
29th november 2010
pondering all the things that might change your life,
things beyond your control,
things you cannot alter.
you cannot fall asleep, try as you might,
and leave a problem unsolved.
you hear eerie sounds
altering your train of thought.
a door shuts softly,
a wooden floor creaks.
is it a guard on the grounds
or your ears trying to keep up with your imagination?
you see a creepy silhouette
standing in the doorway
moving with uncanny elegance.
suspended in mid-air is it something
hung on the door, maybe a jacket?
or an unearthly intruder trying to steal your thoughts?
sleeping peacefully next to you
perhaps dreaming of a parallel universe,
your ever-faithful soul mate
drifts into rapid eye movement.
as if it’s something totally new
you wonder if you will ever be as tranquil?
today ticks over to yesterday
you wish you could just lay back
and relish the serene moonlight.
yearning for elusive slumber that never comes.
still awake at the first rays of dawn you have to say
there is nothing more you want than those forty winks.
(not based on a true story)
- satyajit venkatraman
29th november 2010
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