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Saturday, March 2, 2013

Random Musings::Heaven on Earth!




Heaven on Earth

The conjecture of  a place well beyond the reach of humans has long enticed our imagination.To us notion of heaven is luring,bordering between our own wistful thinking and reality and dimming the light between beauty and dreams.
Immortalized in movies as a place of rolling hills,vast green lands, beautiful well fed animals living in unusual harmony,with no humans!It seemed that to each one of us we should be the first one to go to that unique place,in silos,with only nature around us( strange! we never include ourselves in our definition of nature).And guess what we have done to go to that place.We are always anxious,getting jealous ,becoming obnoxious,tottering between god-cursing and self demeaning behavior.
And we don't know what purpose our mind,body and heart are there for,we seek knowledge,we seek answers,as if god forgot to fit the answering machine while he went for his supper.Why we don't think pure,why our body aches from the daily routine,why our heart goes back to those heart aches as if someone up there has put a bookmark on our lives,to go back and repeat.A hoop-a-la, a matrix where we are not the one,neo.
To me sometimes,we are nothing but testing bots for a supreme power,we are made believe to have extraordinary powers of resolve,kindness and love and yet the strings are pulled from somewhere else.We crib about yet believe in destiny,luck and that elusive pot of gold.What I see in the mirror is a doppelganger, I have started doubting my own existence.I feel I am the lifeless monkey in the partnership with a absent ventriloquist we call God.The insecurity in all of us whether for our future is more about having something and someone.We truly are social and we truly are animals.
The place in the ether where I can do whatever I want must exist,because there is a place where I cannot do whatever I like and also there is a place where I am forced to do everything I don't like.People might say choice is all ours but we all need something else to confirm it to us.
The place of great escape called home,the goto person called friend,the omnipresent angels called parents are more than amulets we care for.Our thoughts are centered around them and more.More are the desires.They never end.So we are thrown in a vortex to struggle to get out to a comfortable spiral pace to still spin.We are not allowed to get out.And that`s the reason why we are so very enticed by God,Satan,Death,heaven..hell!! For they represent a getaway,they are the pinups on our freedom wall like heroes.We created religion so that we can fear and hope in equal measure and let someone not escape this mundanity.We created relations so that we believe that our bodies are much more than the blood pressure and neurons travelling randomly.We created money,terrorism,destruction too.Shin-Shan. We have done all.Been there,done that.
But what`s next.The heaven`s receding away,the hell not far behind.Whether we would reestablish our notions or we would be reestablished,who knows!We like to know the answers to our questions,but lets first ask the right questions.
A great stew is this life.Hunger belies bellies,some big ,some small.And potboiler is the palette of our emotions.Throw in some spice of love and we are good to rumble.But is the yearning of going aboard the Noah`s Ark is lost somewhere or is the ember still burning.The wisest tell that the 'paradiso' is our earth only,and we are gods in our own measure.But as they say,we would like to believe something else and wait for the rolling hills and the nymphets serving divine nectar.



Thursday, February 21, 2013

The Jaded Thoughts....


The Jaded Thoughts....

Only was yesterday I say,
When today was tomorrow`s ray.

I knew only this much thence,
The beginning would never start ever hence.

Pleasure I felt in your homely cots,
Remnisce! Remniscing life through the Jaded thoughts!

Jaded Thoughts gave me the urn to flay,
They gave me the blasphemy and the steady bay.

For when the senses resign from their senses,
Then the mind looks through the heart`s lenses.

I was alone in the night,was surrounded by the day.
It is when I write,when the real me comes in the fray.

You never ask me what I write,what is it that my pen jots,
Curious! Curiousity was never in my jaded thoughts!

Jaded thoughts,I thought when I was free,
When I had no intentions to keep up or a desire to flee.

Flowers are blooming nigh,rivers are flowing great,
This is not time to ponder,there is no reason to wait.

You were made for spring,the winter froze and gone,
You were made to fly,your spirit was the wings that were born.

The classic life of pleasure and work,
Throw in some intelligence and you would smirk.

Destiny is nothing but your freedom in chains,
Your horse is witthout the saddle,sans the reins.

Jaded Thoughts,I feel Jaded enough to sleep,
For yesterday`s ride and tomorrow`s leap.

Monday, December 24, 2012

Detachment...




Detachment...

Flowers Bloom! Alas, they will fall!!
Going away! A task no mean, no small!!

But there isn`t any glory in coming back!
For there`ll be only ruins, piled in an insensitive sack!!

Wisdom says in a hushed whisper!
Permanence is in no earthly form or fixture!!

Flow like a river, perennial abound and running!
Free from bonds,vagabond,sly and cunning!!

Be stable like a mountain, stand proud and tall!
Attain new glory and height, even cherish the mighty fall!!

The fury of storm is lesser than the trembles of the heart!
Far away there is hatchling, waiting for wings, for the start!!

Go away! Come back! No head, no tail!
Woods of yonder or roads of new, leave no trail!!

Life is air,water,stock and stone!
You are free soul! Fly!! Make no bone!!

God waits at the finishing line with your next baton!
Welcome pain, pleasure! go and greet the saint and the Satan!!

Detach your inner soul, for it’s not worth the fallen tear or the broken dream!
May your life be a noble sanctuary, and love be your only realm!!


Wednesday, June 20, 2012

ख्वाब....




देख लो कुछ ख्वाब की हकीकत की आहट आती ही होगी,
मांग लो उनसे भी तुम जवाब,की सवालों की बरात ये रात बुलाती ही होगी.

फिर न कहना तकदीर से अगर अंगारों सी लथपथ हो जाए वो हर शाम,
ज़िन्दगी को सज़ा लो ख्वाबों से,वर्ना मांग लेगी इस वीरानियत के वो भी दाम.

अक्सर भूल क्यों जाते हो की ख्वाबों की कोई शर्त नहीं हुआ है करती,
न दिन इन्हें भुला पाते है,न आँखों की रौशनी में इनकी हैसियत है बसती.

अपने अक्स के ठहराव को देख मायूस होने से पहले ये तो सुन,
की तेरे ख्वाबों की सच्चाई के धागों से ही तो खुदा रहा तेरी ज़िन्दगी बुन.

हर पल आँखें मूँद अपने माजी से पूछ की क्या है वो जो है तुझे पसंद,
मर्ज़ है क्या ये जान ले मन का,की दवा तेरी ही फितरत में है बंद.

अपने चेहरे से ग़म का पर्दा हटा देख,तेरी मासूमियत तुझे पुकारती है,
इबारत में ख्वाबों की चादर चढ़ा कर देख,मंजिल तुझे खुद लेने आती है.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Tell me...


Tell me if the rains aren`t wet this season,
Tell me if the sky is empty of the stars,blank`s the reason?
Tell me about the tears that have dried,
Tell me about the moments you imagined me by the side.

Tell me when you sat alone watching the shining moon,
Tell me when you dreaded coming home too soon,
Tell me true, if the winds bring you my promise,
Tell me o my love, if you have saved the letters and the blissful kiss.

Don`t ask me though, when I will return,
Country fed me for life, now it’s my turn,
I dream of you all the time, even now,
I miss you all this while, and don`t ask me how.

But keep telling me about the chores of the home,
The kids we imagined, the garden all green and a lively dome.
For I will dream in silos, new memories would help me live,
Write me, for the smiles here are very precious and few.

We will dream together, even if miles apart,
We will stand together, like a horse and its cart,
Tell me if how you miss me dear,
For I always dream you being safe and near.



Friday, June 15, 2012

The Wind and The Sail...


The Wind and The Sail...


It caressed!! swayed,rocked the wood!
Luckily wind was friends with sail and so I stood!!

Slowly,slowly drifting towards the unseen shore,
As if water opened up for me its hidden cozy door!

Unabated,unaided the boat moved as if by magic,
Those who pushed at the wrong time,oh! so very tragic.

Lone I was albeit elements offerred their kind company,
Wind rustled,water gurgled,cold too joined in the symphony!

Sail,sail along I said! for there are no prejudices ahead!
Welcome the honest water,it sweeps everything in its stead.

Life,it seemed was running in slow circles in the boat,
But the pure love of nature was worth taking a note.

Far ahead the land showed its ugly head,
Only the wind and Sail I said! or I rather be one of the dead.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Unstated....


Come with me....


I might not say it. But listen.
I might not call you. But understand.

The enigmatic overtures of love are everywhere I look. One thing that trespass beauty,physicality and infatuation is the act of unsaid love. I believe in waves. They carry your message across.

The thoughts become clearer with each passing moment.
The mind once fogged, gets air of wisdom once reality dawns.
The visuals, which slowly leave the prejudices.
The heart, which ultimately beats in sync after beating faster.

'First sight love' might be an allegory to most but I feel it as one of the most important ingredient of a successful relationship ahead. And after that first incursion of eyeballs into the deep abyss of all excited heart veins, finally you yearn for that seclusion from one and all.
The perfect other, your soulmate,shin and shan,all of that comes to the frequency with which your heart resonates. Human heart is a personality within a personality. The ultimate thrill in love is to make other person beat in sync, with your harmony. There might be one thing or two things that you really share but that is enough to render you powerless to one another. Love is indispensability to other`s life. You don`t want to miss a moment of someone`s life.
Verbal acceptance of love is just the final step of a marathon. The real race is run by two hearts together, bound in love, excited by presence of one another, unsure of future and yet in a pleasant bliss of underlying and unstated feeling of love. Love grows. It’s a parasite that sucks your attention. It feeds on your senses and need to love.
The dreamy world of thoughts and remembrances gets hazier as time moves on. The sight & voice of a person which once was there, now absent gives/creates a longing in the senses. Notwithstanding a beautiful mistress in hindsight, mind creates chimerical situations one after another obeying the will of a beating heart. But when it is not about some info rather a person, mind creates a subliminal impression of that person buttressed often by imaginative and wishful aura around that relationship.
           Often getting back in touch reveals more than you have ever surmised. New frame of references gets created as you disregard your preconceived notions formed in one time frame & clears the state for a fresh beginning. The lesson here is that always float on the boundary that separated reality & romantic illusion. You never know when the one side will push you to the other.