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..
Monday, September 20, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
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..
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..
Thursday, September 16, 2010
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
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
Monday, September 13, 2010
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…
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…
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Live :--life...
The moment you realise it’s high time to live or die for something and anything its then you realise you are left with nothing. Sadly it’s everything for one and all who does not foresee its conclusion its mere your own exclusion. The agony of your life turns out to be mere inflation in the political career, TRP of some media channels or just the opportunity for growth in the personal life and opulence of some unseen benevolence.
I happened to see a few such facets in the recent film “Pepali” as some where it was said in the movie it’s mere about the profession or the conclusion of the story how hot it is. Yeah how sizzling it is to gain eminence when you have announced to die where as people make their livelihood out of it. I profound is it mere about the others stake out some else take on his life, is it the how we see our country men lives.
Is it with how we respond or is it how we serve or is how we have become when we perceive when we look at it and when we respond to it, mere helplessly at hands of media. The way someone who lives close to the issue also dies with it once he realises it is what he want out of it.
How was the life of him then and before and where have we ushered it in to, who cares was a matter of discussion or where and when we get moments to sit somewhere with some candles in our arms, some posters’ marking our protest of mere some empathy to it.
How bleak and subtle life has turned in to when we just relate things in some momentary jiffies of gratification while the others are living the unimagined and unlived life which we can’t even foresee in our rouse dreams. I hope we rise to such rouse issues and live it as the lived and yeah conclude it the way it shall be for them not as we want to….
I happened to see a few such facets in the recent film “Pepali” as some where it was said in the movie it’s mere about the profession or the conclusion of the story how hot it is. Yeah how sizzling it is to gain eminence when you have announced to die where as people make their livelihood out of it. I profound is it mere about the others stake out some else take on his life, is it the how we see our country men lives.
Is it with how we respond or is it how we serve or is how we have become when we perceive when we look at it and when we respond to it, mere helplessly at hands of media. The way someone who lives close to the issue also dies with it once he realises it is what he want out of it.
How was the life of him then and before and where have we ushered it in to, who cares was a matter of discussion or where and when we get moments to sit somewhere with some candles in our arms, some posters’ marking our protest of mere some empathy to it.
How bleak and subtle life has turned in to when we just relate things in some momentary jiffies of gratification while the others are living the unimagined and unlived life which we can’t even foresee in our rouse dreams. I hope we rise to such rouse issues and live it as the lived and yeah conclude it the way it shall be for them not as we want to….
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Happy Independence Day !!!
How true it is. We fight we criticise we stipulate each other over the political lines dividing us for the congenital reality and sadly even the most literate ones who pen down theories of sociological change but they hardly vary themselves. Yet we brawl over the identity which is not our variety but mere a veracity of the verve.
I just quest in my mind when would we grow up along with the years, when would we don’t see each others life as their background where they come from and learn to embrace the people if not the difference..
It’s high time when we need to acknowledge the divergence and accept it and do away with the disparity amongst us. The stereotype and bigotry shall be swabbed and feel at home if not at home.
At time I feel we shall be free over the feelings of hatred, stereotypes, and prejudices and then we shall be free because even more than fifty years of freedom haven’t allowed us to be free in our concise.
Lets allow our self to be liberal like the economic liberalisation where we allowed a free movement of good and economies to transfuse in to each others domains, I think we shall now feel and make ourselves permeable and porous and let it conquers us deep within, once we do away with the rigid literate or illiterate thoughts of alienation for our selfish deeds to be fulfilled. Killing a few with the bullets killing a few with denial of sustainable opportunities to strive and grow and alienating a few on grounds of the grounds where they have grown or died.
I desire to respire in such an air before I gasp for my last breath and then I shall say “I died as a free citizen of the nation” And yet I feel I shall say “ a Happy Independence Day to all of you” with a hope ………..
I just quest in my mind when would we grow up along with the years, when would we don’t see each others life as their background where they come from and learn to embrace the people if not the difference..
It’s high time when we need to acknowledge the divergence and accept it and do away with the disparity amongst us. The stereotype and bigotry shall be swabbed and feel at home if not at home.
At time I feel we shall be free over the feelings of hatred, stereotypes, and prejudices and then we shall be free because even more than fifty years of freedom haven’t allowed us to be free in our concise.
Lets allow our self to be liberal like the economic liberalisation where we allowed a free movement of good and economies to transfuse in to each others domains, I think we shall now feel and make ourselves permeable and porous and let it conquers us deep within, once we do away with the rigid literate or illiterate thoughts of alienation for our selfish deeds to be fulfilled. Killing a few with the bullets killing a few with denial of sustainable opportunities to strive and grow and alienating a few on grounds of the grounds where they have grown or died.
I desire to respire in such an air before I gasp for my last breath and then I shall say “I died as a free citizen of the nation” And yet I feel I shall say “ a Happy Independence Day to all of you” with a hope ………..
Saturday, July 17, 2010
“Get Out”
Judgments made in hay, are not only swift but furious as well for me and as well the in and out me. It is not always a hug or push nor acquaintances or be keen on. Sometimes there are aspects which i tend to overlook while I utter something and think something. But mostly all of them are ignored and the space is crunched deep within though sublime.
May be all of us tend to be sturdy for others and yet the Achilles' heel stand tall to the figure. But when I myself I have been like this in most of the times and I don’t regret. May be I spurt too much and it crosses all and flies over the valley of abstract as tall and strong puting each other to a match.
All throughout that I have known it was the best yet the worst was coming all along. And yet I believe I shall not change a bit for the lost of the loss which isn’t “Martian” but well within me. Here also I forget to forgive and would yet like to forget, seems an ongoing moment for a long time till now. Seems would not fly with the ashes or flow with the streams. It’s waiting for the outburst like the eruption of the volcano and magus floating in to me screaming “Get Out”.
Late of soon I can conclude I shall fasten it as it shakes me from deep within and also forms bar engulfing me in to. When it walks steadily but slowly I feel it’s haunting. Yet I know I shall keep walking from here but to where!!
It’s taking a lot from me and I yet I keep it posted as I know the lamp above this is still burning and I still breathing.
May be all of us tend to be sturdy for others and yet the Achilles' heel stand tall to the figure. But when I myself I have been like this in most of the times and I don’t regret. May be I spurt too much and it crosses all and flies over the valley of abstract as tall and strong puting each other to a match.
All throughout that I have known it was the best yet the worst was coming all along. And yet I believe I shall not change a bit for the lost of the loss which isn’t “Martian” but well within me. Here also I forget to forgive and would yet like to forget, seems an ongoing moment for a long time till now. Seems would not fly with the ashes or flow with the streams. It’s waiting for the outburst like the eruption of the volcano and magus floating in to me screaming “Get Out”.
Late of soon I can conclude I shall fasten it as it shakes me from deep within and also forms bar engulfing me in to. When it walks steadily but slowly I feel it’s haunting. Yet I know I shall keep walking from here but to where!!
It’s taking a lot from me and I yet I keep it posted as I know the lamp above this is still burning and I still breathing.
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