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March 1, 2017
Of Love & Other Demons
And since then though I liked a few folk well,
It’s never been quite the same.
But the word today is so oft overused,
It’s worth grind to dust and bone
Love must be greater than mere touch of lust,
Greater than gifts and mere needs of flesh
For wars were waged and world’s rose and fell for love
For men battled death, and women crossed the realms of unforgiving Hell for love
In books and plays and poems and words can one feel the call of love, through time, beyond death
In tattered letters of loved ones surviving years and years can be felt the smooth caress of love
It’s what makes us more than flesh, blood, bone and ghost
It’s the eternal story that keeps us alive across dead civilizations and dying centuries
Mountains have crumbled and seas have stormed,
Lightning has fallen and long fires have burnt, leaving bodies wrecked and souls shattered,
For love.
I have but felt its soft touch once,
And perhaps I yet do not know what I love you means,
Maybe all it means is do not leave me here, all alone, shivering under freezing winds,
Do not leave me without the warmth of your presence, comforting like crackling hearthfire,
Stay by my side.
I beseech you, stay.
– Pritesh Patil ©
(Inspired by Neil Gaiman’s Dark Sonnet)
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Fernweh: A Song of Adventure & Wanderlust
A lifetime full of adventures
Of mystery, of discovery.
Of moments spent by shimmering seas,
Under the darkling carpet of starlit night
Ride over clouds,
And climb misty mountains
Under the amber sky.
Live a little,
Then live some more.
Leave home behind,
And go on an adventure.
Let the forests sing to you,
And as the night grows cold,
Let the crackling firelight hug you
As you dance to the music of life.
Follow roads unknown,
To lands unseen
Towards experiences new
Let songs unknown
Guide you to home & hearth.
Gift yourself
Some magic, some adventure.
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Knight of Time: Sneak Peek
Gandhi and his followers massacred all who dared stand against them. He drove the colonists out with fire and blood. Hitler was a firm proponent of non-violence and won the Nobel Peace Prize. His work enriched the lives of millions, bringing Europe under a single banner.
Julius Caesar ascended to God-King, as he mutilated Brutus, Cassius and three score people by the Senate. Rome was his to rule for eternity. He burned his descendant Nero in the forum for daring to go against him.
On Halloween, the Dark Lord killed the prophesied Hero, casting his dominion over all the lands, a shadowed pall spreading over land and under sea.
Xerxes and his Persians defeated the Grecians in a fell swoop, bringing peace to a land tormented by the Spartans, freeing the people chained with blood magic and cruel sorcery.
The Titans won the Blood War. Zeus was chained to a mountain. Cursed forever; a legion of vultures would feed on him, yet he would remain undying. Fresh meat for the carrion birds every day. Hera was cast down into the dank depths of Tartarus. Poseidon and Hades were thrown into the world of mortals, cursed with misfortune; their hopes to turn to ash. Kronos ruled supreme.
The Rakshas fled the old holy lands as the Gods of Asia rose to a frenzied madness, slaughtering all in their way. Rivers ran red with blood, foaming as they cascaded into the open seas, cursing the water with the blood of the fallen.
In a place where Space had no meaning, the aspect of Time, Chronos, was pulled from beyond the veil, and cast down on those jagged rocks overlooking a crimson sea, a sea stretching to the horizon and beyond. A land of madness, despair and death. A desecrated land, where even the Unending, Undying, Immortals could die.
And there the Old Ones descended upon Chronos in wild fury, that ancient enemy who had thwarted them at every turn, and they fed…Oh how they fed…
Thus, passed Chronos, Lord of Time, He-Who-Was-Infinite.
****
…And in a land faraway, where Time had stopped, the skies had opened, and the Old Ones returned, victorious, raining hellfire and black-death on the hapless denizens of Gaia.
There, by the shores of the burning sea, by the light of the slowly dying Sun, amidst the agonized screams of falling humanity, the Knight of Time turned back the Clock once again, and the world blinked out of existence, perhaps for the last time.
*****
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February 9, 2017
A Dream Unfettered
Does it soar wild and free?
Like a Great Dragon from the myths?
Or burn hot like passion – And then bloom?
Does it fade like an old memory?
Or crystallize and harden – Like a twinkling diamond?
Maybe it just dies,
Like many a hope and wish.
Or does it rise unto freedom?
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Dream Unfettered
What happens to a dream unfettered?
Does it soar wild and free?
Like a Great Dragon from the myths?
Or burn hot like passion – And then bloom?
Does it fade like an old memory?
Or crystallize and harden – Like a twinkling diamond?
Maybe it just dies,
Like many a hope and wish.
Or does it rise unto freedom?
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August 15, 2016
Knight of Time: Sneak Peek
Gandhi and his followers massacred all who dared stand against them. He drove the colonists out with fire and blood. Hitler was a firm proponent of non-violence and won the Nobel Peace Prize. His work enriched the lives of millions, bringing Europe under a single banner.
Julius Caesar ascended to God-King, as he mutilated Brutus, Cassius and three score people by the Senate. Rome was his to rule for eternity. He burned his descendant Nero in the forum for daring to go against him.
On Halloween, the Dark Lord killed the prophesied Hero, casting his dominion over all the lands, a shadowed pall spreading over land and under sea.
Xerxes and his Persians defeated the Grecians in a fell swoop, bringing peace to a land tormented by the Spartans, freeing the people chained with blood magic and cruel sorcery.
The Titans won the Blood War. Zeus was chained to a mountain forever; a legion of vultures would feed on him daily, yet he would be undying. Fresh meat for the carrion birds every day. Hera was cast down into the dank depths of Tartarus. Poseidon and Hades were thrown into the world of mortals, cursed with misfortune; their hopes to turn to ash. Kronos ruled supreme.
The Rakshas fled the old holy lands as the Gods of Asia rose to a frenzied madness, slaughtering all in their way. Rivers ran red with blood, foaming as they cascaded into the open seas, cursing the water with the blood of the fallen.
In a place where Space had no meaning, the aspect of Time, Chronos, was pulled from beyond the veil, and cast down on those jagged rocks overlooking a crimson sea, a sea stretching to the horizon and beyond. A land of madness, despair and death. A desecrated land, where even the Unending, Undying, Immortals could die.
And there the Old Ones descended upon Chronos in wild fury, that ancient enemy who had thwarted them at every turn, and they fed…Oh how they fed…
Thus passed Chronos, Lord of Time, He-Who-Was-Infinite.
****
…And in a land faraway, where Time had stopped, the skies had opened, and the Old Ones returned, victorious, raining hellfire and black-death on the hapless denizens of Gaia.
There by the shores of the burning sea, by the light of the slowly dying Sun, amidst the agonized screams of falling humanity, the Knight of Time turned back the Clock once again, and the world blinked out of existence, perhaps for the last time.
*****
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July 31, 2016
Book Review: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child
But in the end, the name Harry Potter held too much power over me, resonated deeply within me, both as a reader and a writer, and I caved. The hype and madness ensnared me, despite my best efforts to the contrary.
Still, I didn’t expect much, and went in with no expectations. But once again, J.K. Rowling has waved her magic wand – or quill – out and written a story which is sure to slowly but surely grow on all of us returning Potterheads, and enthrall us as it moves to a fast-paced ending.
The book is far from perfect, and I found issue with a lot of the characters actions – as well as the lore (such as 4 people working on one spell together) – but in the end, it has been the little things, the small, oft overlooked things, which really matter (and what have made Harry Potter and his journey into the exquisite journey that it is).
There are a few gems of dialogues here, throwing back to the older era, where the magic really comes alive, and the beautifully worked scenes and prose which runs like delightful whisky throughout the book – elegant, graceful, but not overtly in your face.
In the end, this is a book which every Potterhead must read; not only because of all the hype around it being the 8th book, but simply because it has made some of our old favourite – and some not so favourite – characters grow in endearingly wonderful ways.
P.S. – Weasley is our King!
P.P.S – Here’s the blurb of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child for those who have been living under a rock and haven’t seen it yet:
“It was always difficult being Harry Potter and it isn’t much easier now that he is an overworked employee of the Ministry of Magic, a husband and father of three school-age children.
While Harry grapples with a past that refuses to stay where it belongs, his youngest son Albus must struggle with the weight of a family legacy he never wanted. As past and present fuse ominously, both father and son learn the uncomfortable truth: sometimes, darkness comes from unexpected places.”
That’s all folks.
Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
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April 1, 2016
Fernweh: A Song of Adventure & Wanderlust
Gift yourself,
A lifetime full of adventures
Of mystery, of discovery.
Of moments spent by shimmering seas,
Under the darkling carpet of starlit night
Ride over clouds,
And climb misty mountains
Under the amber sky.
Live a little,
Then live some more.
Leave home behind,
And go on an adventure.
Let the forests sing to you,
And as the night grows cold,
Let the crackling firelight hug you
As you dance to the music of life.
Follow roads unknown,
To lands unseen
Towards experiences new
Let songs unknown
Guide you to home & hearth.
Gift yourself
Some magic, some adventure.
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February 16, 2016
Of Love & Other Demons
I think I have been in love but once,
And since then though I liked a few folk well,
It’s never been quite the same.
But the word today is so oft overused,
It’s worth grind to dust and bone
Love must be greater than mere touch of lust,
Greater than gifts and mere needs of flesh
For wars were waged and world’s rose and fell for love
For men battled death, and women crossed the realms of unforgiving Hell for love
In books and plays and poems and words can one feel the call of love, through time, beyond death
In tattered letters of loved ones surviving years and years can be felt the smooth caress of love
It’s what makes us more than flesh, blood, bone and ghost
It’s the eternal story that keeps us alive across dead civilizations and dying centuries
Mountains have crumbled and seas have stormed,
Lightning has fallen and long fires have burnt, leaving bodies wrecked and souls shattered,
For love.
I have but felt its soft touch once,
And perhaps I yet do not know what I love you means,
Maybe all it means is do not leave me here, all alone, shivering under freezing winds,
Do not leave me without the warmth of your presence, comforting like crackling hearthfire,
Stay by my side.
I beseech you, stay.
– Pritesh Patil ©
(Inspired by Neil Gaiman’s Dark Sonnet)
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