Friday 26 June 2009

A Greater Force

I had chats with my predecessor, a man who claims awesomeness, a certain ex-9.583333 as well as the Moustached Marvel regarding this. Well, I put forth my views again, this time through verse.


The woods were green, tulips red

Cobbled stones covered the way

Yellow scattered ray by ray

The silhouette stared up ahead

Half thinking, half with dread.


Since a fork lay to the fore

One path preferred, another not

How to choose, why, when, what?

Gold at the end of one, said lore

The other brought scourges, nothing more.


Start similar seeming, so diverse they close

Two doors shown, the lone man’s choice

Would he cry? Or would he rejoice?

Once a road taken; the verdict froze

No comebacks, no changing course.


The incessant probe of questions beat

Which to choose? And which to leave?

The answer was there – a wondrous weave

For dwelt he in a painting, ein lied

Being but a pawn in the artist’s feat.


An expression – vexed, on his face

This was the game the painter played

As questions drummed, his dilemma stayed

His form was white, on dark canvas base

The painter’s art – to him was maze.


He couldn’t view, of the road, its end.

Yet answers simple, were painted ‘fore him

By Pastel and Oil – rich here, thither dim

Illustrating a way to follow, to tend.

And yet silent of the trail’s end.


Little he knew that the maestro, his lord

Held his life by reins in art

In series of prints, hung little apart.

His story was written, he could but nod

He solemnly wished his tale not flawed.


But within, he discerned, he knew

Whatever road he should soon take

Whichever choice he would soon make

Had already been made as the artist drew

Leading him from painting one to two.


A future he could ne’er foresee

Was but part of a greater plan

Deeply entwined with many a man.

What was, what is and what could be

Was told by strokes; the brush’s decree.


Helpless he was as his painting hung

The next one nigh; with solutions to doubt

The next episode of his tale vividly painted out

The adjacent canvas was the ladder’s next rung

The ladder was life; his story they sung.


He took joy in a fact so mere –

That whatever be his final pick

The clock of life would continue to tick

So as to take him there from here.

Everything had been written ere.


He realized the force too great

One could nought but comply with

Nothing was difficult, life was lithe

Each sketch was Life at different date

The silhouette I and the master – Fate.

21 comments:

  1. As I had very clearly said before, I reinstate my disbelief in fate.
    Belif in fate is for the faint hearted, my friend...
    We decide our fates, nothing more, nothing less!

    Btw, well put!

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  2. Brilliant post, well conveyed :)
    I guess, you can relate now to the content-process discontent i had come up with some days ago :)
    Science, arts, or literature, all seem to converge :)

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  3. beautiful poem,to say the least

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  4. An exquisite work of art, Kondy. It reminds me of Robert Frost, and William Yeats to some extent. As with any brilliant poetic description, I am not sure I discern your deepest inferences. But the greater force is something we have to bow before; fate will always have the last laugh.

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  5. @ Jetty,

    A greater force is worth acknowledging... Don't scoff; you may be sorry! And as I said, 'whatever you do, life will lead you from painting one to two'...
    Btw, thanks :)

    @ TheMathematicalSaint,

    Thanks! And they all don't just converge... They happen to be one and the same.

    @ PiSRA, Thank you!

    @ Lord,

    Thank you dude... Yes, the fork in the woods leads one to think along those path, I reckon.
    Yes, Providence deserves at least that much respect... As for inner connotations, don't delve too deep.

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  6. It is the greater force which forces us to abandon the oft-beaten path and explore the unknown one. Dark and treacherous it might be, full of pitfalls, and it might ultimately lead to your downfall. Believing the decision you have taken to be the best one possible, and pursuing the path without so much as a backward look is the way to go forward. Amen.

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  7. I kinda disagree with his jettyness, a lot of things are in our hand but perhaps places where your hand can't reach, you see destiny's hand do it/screw it for you! :D

    Btw, if due to foreseen circumstances, you have 3 paths instead of two and some idiot reveals that one of the paths is a dead-end, this might help you.

    (Wiki Monty Hall Paradox, the link isn't pasting for some reason)

    P.S: May the force be with you. :P

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  8. Another poet, eh? You're embarking on the path PTV once set out upon. And I can't say which of you is better. Which, from me, is the highest compliment possible so I won't say 'nice one' like everyone else.

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  9. Forgive me Chronoz, but you seem to have lost it. Monty Hall Paradox, my foot (no offence meant to Messrs Monty and Hall, unless they are the same person).

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  10. Monty Hall problem is just a simple conditional probabilistic result.Watch 21 if you haven't.
    One must stay logical and strive his best to cleave his path of choice, and of desire; but beyond him, there s fate, there s the Force... Fate aint an excuse though.
    @mK: Monty Hall is the name of the host of Let's make a deal which was based on the aforementioned problem.

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  11. I was muttering expletives under my breath when I saw 'ein leid'. Lovely poem nevertheless da. You do me proud, minion. Or perhaps, it is Sunky's Theory of Awesomeness at work- 'the closer one gets to Madduland, the awesomer he gets'.

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  12. @ Lord (again),

    I couldn't have worded it better. Amen to that.

    @ Chronoz,

    Monty Hall happens to screw up our worlds only further... Luckily for us, Fate is kind enough never to show us what lies behind any of the doors until we open it! And yes, thanks!

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  13. @ Lefty,

    Nothing could be a greater compliment than a comparison, even, with legends like PTV. Thanks!

    @ DeLa,

    Thanks da! Yes, it may very well be a correct hypothesis... Or maybe, its just that with boredom comes great inspiration. I tend to agree with the former, though.

    @ Raghav,

    Yes, Monty Hall is for higher mortals such as you. We blindly follow instinct (even if that means Door #3)

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  14. Marvelous. I love your poems, they always touch me. Keep them coming.

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  15. @ Vikesh,
    Thanks! Yeah, I'll keep them coming as long as the inspirational force lingers...

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  16. Totally concur with you Kondy. Just keep the geeks in check.

    Sorry Raghav, I saw 21 long before you had heard of the concept of cinema.

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  17. @ the Worldly Wise Lord: Agreed, acknowledged. 21 was mentioned in the context.

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  18. I don't know if this is an agreement or an argument... But I implore you to end the latter (if that's what it is)

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  19. Yes, now we seem to have obtained half the answer.

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