The Ghost of George Leigh Mallory

I wandered far that night. The darkness surrounded me, held, me, craddled me, kept me safe.

I was the darkness in the shadows. Unseen. Safe.

Confidently stiding through the night I was unbreakable. Unbeatable.

Such were my thoughts.


Skirting the obstacles. Retreating to safety.

The darkness in my mind pervasive and convincing.

Allowing no room for error. Allowing no room for light.

A voice whispered. Quietly.

I looked around but no one was around.

Moving deeper into the shadows I yearned to listen. Feared to listen.

The Calling. Insistent. Never failing. Pulling me forward.

Shadows lessened. Dawn arrived.

Sunlight edged the horizon and spilled gloriously onto the waiting earth.

Golden pools upon my upturned face. Still the whispers did not subside.

I screamed. It was more than I could bear. I melted under the onslaught.

There was no safety. It burned.

Wind came with the piercing golden light. Tearing at my soul. Plucking at my clothing.

Threatening to carry me back to the safety of the night.

I could not stand. There was no support. I fell to my knees. My unseeing eyes closed against the light and the turbulent wind.

Crying. Terrified. Blindly reaching out.

A hand took mine. Sure. Steady. Pulled me to my feet.

Clinging. Sobbing. The light hurt.

A hand wiped my brow. A strong arm held me close.

No more illusions. No more empty safety.

Only truth.

Opening my eyes I began to live again.

A Date

A day is fixed for one's death
Why pass then the night unslept...

Dis - ORGAN - ized

“The eye hath ruined me”, the heart complained.
“The heart has lost me” the eye replied.
I know not which told the truth, which lied.
Between the two, it was Meer who died.

- Meer Taqi Meer.
{Poet Fantabulous}

Dilli Ki Billy

AM heading back to make an emphatic return to my city at last, these last 3 weeks have robbed me of feeling the summer leave and winter set in..

I belong here.. This is my mileu..
I feel at home here. I don't know why but it is...

Ab
Hunzoon Dilli Door Nahi Ast...

Its good to be back here even if it is for the 3 days before I hit the road again, this re charge is sorely required..

A FIENDISH ACT OF DEPRAVITY

I have no words of my own to describe the futility and the sense of impotence I feel when I heard about the serial blasts in Delhi during the peak shopping season and so close to DIWALI.

What do these guys hope to acheive by this senseless killing is just utterly beyond me.
I leave it to my ole friend Meer to put into words what I cannot..

He too loved Delhi and his lament after he returned from Agra after the hordes of that arch fiend NADIR SHAH had put Delhi to the sword, say it best I think.....



You men of these eastern regions
Knowing my beggarly state you mock me;
You snigger amongst yourselves and ask me
Where on earth can you have come from?
Let me tell you!
There once was a fair city,
Among the cities of the world the first in fame;
It hath been ruined and laid desolate.
To that city I belong, Delhi is its name.
Burnt in flames till every building was reduced to ashes
How fair a city the heart that love put to the fire!

- Meer Taqi Meer


Once through this ruined city did I pass
I espied a lonely bird on a bough and asked..
‘What knowest thou of this wilderness?’
it replied :”I can sum it up on two words
“Alas! Alas!”


-Meer Taqi Meer
{Poet Fantabulous}

The Classical Scholar

Two Sparryheids sit at a table in a public house talking shite about the fitba ( A sport their country is neither good at and willnae ever be and they themselves suck at it pathetically).

The Sparryheids are almost undistinguishable from each other with their brown feathery heads, open, tense, belligerent beaks and slimy liquorice eyes.

One Sparryheid goes up to the bar but the barman refuses to even acknowledge him let alone serve him. You see the barman has ultra conservative sectarian leanings which makes him averse to Sparryheids.

Additionally this barman has enjoyed the benefits of a classical education which makes him feel superior to most people, particularly Sparryheids, who he hates to wait on.

With Sparryheids he sticks to his old trusted way i.e.

1. ACT DECISEVELY & Ignore their very presence in your sphere of activity.

2. Remain Implacably in control of that initial decision, irrespective of whether that decision is just or not.

3. Never attempt to explain to Sparryheids the reason(s) for your decision, by justifying or rationalizing you merely compromise your authority and admit that they are in your presence.
The Classical Scholar was steadfast in his ignoral of the two Sparryheids. He had other problems to face.


There was always a tension in his mind and body; this was part and parcel of being a Classical Scholar in a world where the Classics were undervalued & his depth and breadth of knowledge went unrecognized.

Instead he was forced to pull pints for Sparryheids. This caused depression, anxiety and tension.

There is another reason, SHE is in the bar.
Worse still: SHE is in the bar with HER.


Two women under thirty he has been intimate with in various degrees of undress.


The Sparryheids keen vision is focused on the two women, who sit in the corner of the bar, deep in conversation, ocassionaly stealing looks at The Classical Scholar... and occasionaly breaking into conspirational giggling fits.
If SHE went home with a Sparryheid it would be the end for the Classical Scholar, Somethings were too much to bear.

A few minutes later SHE stood up and shashayed towards the Classical Scholar.

I want you to come back with me and her she said pointing to HER, who winked at him.

Understand that we won't sleep with you, you'll get nothing off us. You're a sexy man but take yourself far too seriously. We want to teach you something about yourself. Right?

SHE smiled seductively and moved back over to where her table.

The Classical Scholar wondered what they wanted him for.

He would go though. It could be enlightening. It didn't matter whether you were a Classical Scholar; there were always lessons to be learned in life.

Questions for her

Can you hear the silence of the song?

Can you see the hidden hills?



Will you come with me?

Where?

To the other side



The other side??

Yes. the other side of Life....



Will you accompany me when I am alone?

Will you see me when I am invisible in the Light?

Will you swim with me when the River's in full flood?





A perfect proof of contraries I have become....

Black N' White.

Colour Blind.

Befuddled in my Plight.





Hiding in the Open

In the middle of the Dark Blue Ocean



I am ...

Will U ever be?



Me....

Myself....

I.....