Dark Calmness

Closed my eyes as they were rove ring around
Clasping the lids together to shun it under the calm darkness

The radiance under those lashes were still flowing
As if the droll was not thwarted with the lids..

Flamboyant, Allured, stagnant, stuck, shocked
A mere transfusion of transparency those fling in them

A reflect of the affect over the dearth of the presence
Was it merely an unseen veracity of the absent presence

A reason to cheer for a season to dance to, a day to celebrate
Today why under the sun and moon no rays fall on me..

It is not afar the closed lids unseen, yet there
Understanding the void, living the unlived, believed the belief

No matter how many times they speak from away.
Unseen was me yet judged and affirmed to the task at hay

Seemed all right for the flight to the kinder land..
With non ambiguous flows of words forming a stream

Yet I lost the boost down the stream was rowing till now..
Seems the clutches were not strong the new stream allured enough

Pushed ajar, flourishing in the possessed possessiveness
To the day I say and dance as its still closed in the dark calmness..

Short Acquaintance

Naissance naive obscure acquaintance short yet deep as in the depths,
Frilled with small moments, closed knitted with less slow encounters,
Fudged with sweet fights, drilled with long conversation,
Care and passion bridged, fall and rise of desire.
Anomalies of ambiguity, sublime talks over and on...
Blunt and blatant drift, shut and closed calculation of preposition.
Lost meaning of words, sheer cuts left of denial of drift
Grooming differences over naive prepositions....
Losing the flying kite, for the new flight.
knowness to no ness as mere acquaintance.
A thought less thought a fall unseen a reason not sought.
An option not explored mere a loss.
Better to fly far then swing back better be lost then swirling the rope,
With a hope to be clinched but castrated
As the castle turned in to hay, left was a mortuary of words.
Where once i lived by then late on i died by them..

जब मैं छोटा था, शायद शामे बहुत लम्बी हुआ करती थी.
मैं हाथ में पतंग की डोर पकडे, घंटो उडा करता था, वो लम्बी"साइकिल रेस",
वो बचपन के खेल, वो हर शाम थक के चूर हो जाना,
अब शाम नहीं होती, दिन ढलता है और सीधे रात हो जाती है.शायद वक्त सिमट रहा है..

जब मैं छोटा था, शायद दोस्ती बहुत गहरी हुआ करती थी,दिन भर वो हुज़ोम बनाकर खेलना, वो दोस्तों के घर का खाना, वोलड़कियों कीबातें, वो साथ रोना, अब भी मेरे कई दोस्त हैं,पर दोस्ती जाने कहाँ है, जब भी "ट्रेफिक सिग्नल" पे मिलते हैं"हाई" करतेहैं, और अपने अपने रास्ते चल देते हैं,होली, दिवाली, जन्मदिन , नए साल पर बस SMS आ जाते हैं शायद अब रिश्ते बदल रहें हैं..

जब मैं छोटा था, तब खेल भी अजीब हुआ करते थे,छुपन छुपाई, लंगडी टांग, पोषम पा, कट थे केक, टिप्पी टीपी टापअब इन्टरनेट, ऑफिस, हिल्म्स, से फुर्सत ही नहीं मिलती..

शायद ज़िन्दगी बदल रही है.जिंदगी का सबसे बड़ा सच यही है.. जो अक्सर कबरिस्तान के बाहरबोर्ड परलिखा होता है."मंजिल तो यही थी, बस जिंदगी गुज़र गयी मेरी यहाँ आते आते" जिंदगी का लम्हा बहुत छोटा सा है.कल की कोई बुनियाद नहीं हैऔर आने वाला कल सिर्फ सपने मैं ही हैं.अब बच गए इस पल मैं..तमन्नाओ से भरे इस जिंदगी मैं हम सिर्फ भाग रहे हैं..

इस जिंदगी को जियो न की काटो

A dream

I wonder, while I profound within and out in the domains of the thought I live and think. I have always had this quest from deep within which provokes that attitude matters a lot. Even though an individual differ from each other and the degree isn’t merely associated with the zenith of attained success in ones life. Appearances build are mere physical anatomy that preserves the outer differences which even some psychologist agree to.

Contrary to this I feel is that the traits shown in personality or character are a reflection of how we carry ourselves. And these are largely influenced by the experiences and the domain in which strive. Further more its basically how we build ourselves and break down to those moments which are inevitable or overwhelming. Believing in disbeliefs are quite obnoxious but this primarily deviant in nature which induces dream. A dream, within all of us, for which we all live.

Wondering whether an establishment in life is mere an indication of the personality. I doubt and refute to believe there are occasions where factors other than our belief academics. Culture, religion, region and other stratification have there own major roles to play, but these to minuscule though cannot be negated. The transfusion from communal to secular, anarchy to democracy, feudal to neo feudal the state as whole is adopting and transforming. But when we trickle down and look at the people we are stagnant and doen not move which is quite evident. Qualms on grounds of regions, religion, homogeneity, caste creed are deeply rooted within even the academically excellent people who term them selves progressive are rotting with such a feel. In a cocoon of self we have restricted ourselves too opulent with selfish thought to be permeable to any extent. I feel yet today we strive in the primitive era of the humanity where bonhomie is a mirage and an essence of sharing is a trance. I is important but we shall never do away with the fact as for every I we have a you and that’s the basic premise of the life. I am short of this flowing fluid to but this stagnation of alienating attitude isn’t what I desire for but yet I drop this running fluid here with a stop of feel to see the vary…