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Sunday, January 9, 2011

Forest...

The Heavenly Woods..


You know the place where I belong,
There is those dark woods where humanity throng,
I have that place preserved in my heart,the feeling is very strong,
the woods seem to grow out of my heart strings,the countryside always hits the life gong.

Everything is simple there,everyone is sober to the core,
life revoles around that dirty pond,be it a deer or a carnivore,
the bees humm their own song in a dizzy,the sloth looks a bore,
time it seems is hanging between the branches,lifeless monkeys dole out afternoon snore.

Even the lifeless are throbbing there,stock and stone have a important task to attend,
there sixth sense is the saviour,camouflage is the eternal friend,
the balance of the place which I frequented when I was a young fiend,
was untenable,was unyielding! no human,no storm could have the proud root to bend.

Trees of the old,stony ageless tortoise with the same shell,
were all glued to their routine,standing their ground,living their will,
while the newfangled tested the waters,the younglings went in for the kill,
Fruits hanging merrily on the branches,water bouncing and flowing through the jungle prill.


The sweet zephyr that blows in my place'of'heart,
comes from the heavens those which are not far apart,
the food is delicious there,the apple and the tart,
the water is elixir`s kin,peace never breaks into a dart.

Frantically searching for the boots that go in those woods with me unabashed,
I stumbled upon old pictures of the woods,lying in the briefcase,safe and stashed,
Now there doesnt lie a forest where I used to tread and revel,there lies now a graveyard smashed,
the trees are now just the stumps,the spring a dirty mire,the life eloped from there seeing all its hope dashed.

I crave for that heaven again,I long for that spring and the sun,
I detest the chirpless mornings,I hate the lifeless chum,
Maybe one day everything will grow again, out of the seeds I have sown,the deeds I have done,
I will wait for that hour when I could feel again the leaves rustling as I break into my joy run.

 

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Success,Failure...is there more to it ?

Suck-The-Success….Flail the failure…

It has taken me 26 good years to realise the fact that human kind`s greatest gift from the house of god is failure.
Failure!! its the most dreaded of the words.It gives you headache,it leaves you with pangs that aren`t cured easy.But it is the greatest gift to mankind.The teacher that everyone searches for-within himself or outside,that sagacity is bestowed upon us in the virtues and vices of the act of failing.
 I recall the first failure that I experienced was in the class test in sixth standard.It made my cry.I cried in earnest at not getting the grade I deserved and more importantly the ignominy of that letter "F" on my grade card.But did I learn something that day?The answer that reverberates to me is a 'No'.Failure/disappointment has a strange pedagogy.It teaches with time,it prepares its lessons to coincide with our lives and times.It is a thing that we have to fail to learn.Sure enough the eternal dichotomy of sage and satan,of david and goliath,of darkness and light will construe that failure and success are two sides of the same coin.True! Very true indeed!! Both act as a matural catalyst for our body and soul to act suo moto.But which is better of the two?I personally feel it depends on when this question is asked and to whom.And also where that person is standing in terms of social ladder and personal pulpits.The question of life and death gets merged and becomes that much murkier as the age goes by,we loose our ability to tell life from death,it seems both are the same,just the frame of reference is alien.Same goes for defeat and success too.First you run after success,wealth,recognition and then you are denied and then you again run and then again you are denied!and then again!and again!again!!

Finally after an age of wisdom and learning you are allowed to drink that nector.But for how long?just a whisker? and then again the learning starts.
       “It is only when the tide goes out that you learn who’s been swimming naked"-the saying is true for any situation.Give man a tough situation and the tough will survive and the lesser tough will toughen up.The toil,turmoil and trouble is what we dread and despise but it is the very tree the fruits of which are success,glory and paens.Its only after a rough ride that the savant gets inducted.
                            The teachers in my childhood who were bad to me are the ones I fondly remember.Not to discount the ones who were nice to me,but the lasting impression of that punishment,those scars of insults remain with you as an adjoinder that you have evolved,that you have learned enough not to deserve those punishments again.The act of punishing is very amusing.It takes out more from the punisher than the punishee.We have to be greatful to those who seek revenge from us,who inflict upon us humiliation,for they are taking us on a detour of their own graveyard image.I learned the great lesson somewhere that the wise always learn from other`s mistakes and the lesser wise from their own,and the buffoons always help others learn from their mistakes.
                   
  Failure just means that help is around the corner and  demands just our patience and willpower.Imagine that if life is only full of highs,only crests!then it would be more of a plateau and again you would search for that high!So failure makes success successful.It teaches us how to devalue success and take it with a pinch of salt.Imagine what success and failures are in probalistic terms!If success is hitting the bull`s eye than you are left with atleast 2/3 rd of your life sans success.The halcyon days are always counted on fingers and recounted on dreary nights.So the good memories need that boat of failure to come sailing to the shores of your conscience.So for me to identify the wolf in ship`s hide is more important.Failure is the wolf outside and sheep inside,and success is the sheep outside and wolf inside.We always cry out to gods for being unfair to us,for doling out only failures to us!imagine!!why is that?actually god is kind to us!he keeps the hypnotic success at bay and lets you toss in the real tempest of failure.
             To have a clear understanding of the success-failure odds,you got to have a neutral scale and a neutral point of view.To see results without the classification of the two words would actually merge the crests and the throughs and the deliverance will tend to infinity.so if we are caught between the schisms of success and failure,then we would never get to experience the doppelganger of life that is known by the eupheny of salvation.
    Its a shame that people are remembered for what they did.They should also be remembered what they failed to do.That would be a more encompassing compendium of human lifes and times.Its very easy to frown upon a not-so-successful person and very easy to get your autographs book out for the successful people.But what is to be learned remains hidden.Its veiled behind the tortuous smile that is taught by a concern for your loved ones or is surreptitious in cover of that candyfloss face which only hides the many stabs in the inside.So what life wants us to learn is what we never want to go through.It wants us to learn to fail so that we enjoy our success,but we only want to succeed and hence are forced to enjoy the failures.It wants us to see the means to the end and we only see the end.That forsight,that seer vision, comes later in your life,when you have seen it all.
Blessed are people who taste failure early in their lives!!I am new to this walk of life.I hope before I get old,I learn how to succeed to learn to fail and how to without fail come to terms with success of achieving and learning from failures.

New Year...

New Year:::
 
A year that came bundled with energy and promise,
Its now ushering in another 365 days of rise and surprise.

The gliterrati that you see marks the end of the last 4 seasons,
Leave the misgivings,steal the moment,Rejoice!,sans any reasons.

The day that`ll come tomorrow would never come again,
Every year a new dawn breaks,counting your darkness hours won`t be of any gain.

The number that belonged to the year goneby,
would reverberate in the increment of celebrations in the year on standby.

Open the palms of the your hands,let go the sadness and deeds,
Seek ablution,the warm eyes of the new sun may cleanse your soul,may answer your pleas.

Its another day alright in your burdened life,
just try to cut the smog of burden with a positive edged knife.

Greet every soul,for life is too small to not to be nice,
Give alms to everyone,lets distribute to all the happiness slice.



Sangeet

Sangeet::




Mridang ki taal par jo swar lahriyan uthi naach,
Sabhi hatprabh khade rahe,nihaar is mohak mrigtrishna ko aaj.

Sangeet ghul gaya lagta hai is vayu pravah main,
Swar madhurya ab hai chahun ore,dhara bhi kaanp uthi hai par taal main.

Sitaar ke sau taar mano tarango se kar rahe hai shringar,
Table ke thaap se madmast ho rahi ye bayaar.

Har ek vadya ab jugalbandi me piro raha hai anand ke moti,
Raagon ko chhed gayak urvara kar rahe is desh ki maati.

Gher liya hai aamokhas ko shehnai ki lambi taan ne,
Veena ke swar me swarg ki apsara avtarit ki hai maano swayam bhagwaan ne.

Samet liya hai sabhi bhavnaao ko in saat swaron ne,
Harek bhav-bhangimayein taktaki lagaye hai is mousikhi ke muhaane pe.

Raagon aur tarano ka aaj ho raha adbhut sangam,
Apne karnon me sun aanandit ho rahe sabhi ye kampan.

Kya dev kya daanav,sabhi mila rahe hai taal se taal,
Aakansha hai sabhi ki is sargoshi me ho jaaye nihaal.

Sehar

Sehar

Un pehli paanch kirno ki naachti hui chamak,
dastak de gayi mere aankhon par,drumak-drumak,
andesha nahi tha mujhe,andhere ka tha main bramak,
ab kirno ki nahi,sooraj ki hai mujhe lalak.

Nashtar ho rahi ye nisha,pathar ho rahe ye sitare,
kohre ka top pehni ye aabohawa,thithur rahe jeev bichare,
kaali raat aa gayi hai,layi hai andhad hawa bin vichare,
samay to ab lop ho gaya hai is kaalima me,ghadi ko kya tu nihare.

Badra ki chata he sooraj kar raha hai galbahiye,
is aadrata aur is sthirta ko kaise sahiye,
is andheri duniya ke chilman ke ab kaise rahiye,
apne dil ke andar ki roshni ko kahe ab kaise mukh par laaiye.


Jab falak par bhaskar hua udiyaman,
andhera hua kafoor,kaalima hui seeman,
Os ki kirne chamchama uthi,ravi ne ki jab apni drishti pradan,
khil utha ye sansaar,naach uthe mor,jab ishwar ne diya apni saltanat ka praman.


Aangan me chhayi lalima,harit chadar hi ab dhara ka shringar,
panchhi ab har vat-vriksha par hai chahchachaye,sfoorfit hue hai beemar,
maveshi aur insano ko hai ab prachur aahar,
jalod me jal dhara kar rahi hai ufan prahar.

snayu tantra me ab madhur vayu ka hai aagman,
swachanda jantu kar rahe is madhurya ka sevan,
ujwalit hue ab din aur digpal ka daaman,
sooraj ki vihangam lalima de rahi hai pranay aur jeevan ko nimantran.

Niyam yahi hai pratyek diwas ka aur har jeevan ka,
ram rajya ya samridhi vanshaj hai lanka ke dahan ka,
Paritoshik yahi hai is intezaar ka,
tere hi chakshu par pade dharshan us achhoti kiran ka.

Freedom..

Freedom::


I soared in my thoughts and heart,
the flight would come later,my eyes smart,
I don`t know how it happened,I kept missing the dart,
I revel in the lucky escapade,for once the horse was driven by the cart.

The years gone by flash past me,
The failures I kept looking at,joy I never see,
I wanted that lowest fruit hanging on the tree,
finally god also acceded and said-"let it be"

The train of thoughts now was stranded in bliss,
Pain I no longer felt,depression!I gave that a miss,
The fangs of the devil were broken,futile were his hiss-hiss,
The fairy of success stooped,over & gave me a kiss.

Expressing my desire to take the plunge,
All excited I leaped ahead,I readied the lunge.

The galoshes were torn,the siege was over,
The janitor was now the courtesean,he was now sober,
I smelt the freedom of the flesh and the grey clover,
I took the sip from the freesdom fluid of the brewer.

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