'TEMP'

Its like my name, I write on the sun kissed sand,
It’s the footprints which drown under the warm gush of water,
Its like the thousand ripples which make way from the same point, struggling to overtake each other,
Its like candy floss, melting in your mouth,
Its like the dark clouds, hiding the bright sunlight,
It’s the perfume, your love wears,
It’s like the first dew drop, on the sleepy petal,
Its like everything which is there now, but will not stay that way forever.
It’s the one thing we deny, the one thing we close our eyes to..
It’s the one thought that sometimes shakes up our soul..
It’s the one word which spells truth..
We call it‘ temporary’

Unexpectations!!!

Never Expect! This is one thing that every mother, every mentor, every lover, every guardian preaches their loved ones.. It is something that would be the ultimate ' enlightenment' for a tame soul. But when one gives it a deep thought, it is something which is the hardest to achieve, it is another name to attaining salvation. Why I say so is quite obvious, its something you get when uleave behind a lot of your materialistic persuits, when you become content.

SOmetimes, it is best to be neutral about things. They say, Be Positive all the time, but no matter how hard you try, its circumstantially and humanly impossible to do so. You are demoralised at so many instances , feel low, and at that time some one saying .. Oh! Come on! Be Positive! is surely not a welcome suggestion! So eventually , you realise that it is best to be neutral about a lot of things in life, do not have a vision of the outcome or try and fathom the happiness or despair it would bring eventually. This would make you more complacent and patient about things and sometimes, the happiness you get when you achieve that one most 'unexpected' thing would know no bounds! and that would be the concept of ' unexpectation' .. I like the word iv coined:)

Overcoming Obstacles

Don’t be a coward, fearful and weak
Be the last one to quit, and the first one to speak
Don’t hide your face from the light of day
Be courageous in life and stay that way
No need to run from your trails, troubles and problems
Have confidence in your step as you reflect how to solve them
Yet, if you happen to fall, don’t lie there and die
Getup without a thought, and hold your head up high
Be wise, courageous, bold and brave And life will be worth living, from your birth to your grave

A Thousand miles

With a thousand dreams in my eyes,
And motivation worth a diamond,
I set out in the open skies,
To change the world from my end,
But as I drew nearer to the cause,
My hopes came crashing down,
These tiny souls, I wanted to relieve
Had forgotten to tilt their frown.

Learning ABC was a distant thought,
They had left behind their will to live,
Their sun rises by the lonely pathway,
Forcing itself into a humiliating day,
It halts to relish a slice of rotten bread,
And folds into a dark evening,
It silently curls up every night, into a sombre prayer,
And dries off stealthily, with silent salty tears…

I wish I could change it all,
But all I could do was try, to help them own a life again,
And be an innocent child,
But all I could do, was learn a lesson myself,
Profound, agonising yet true,
That life is not always as beautiful…
Time is plenty, but moments are very few.

To Mumbai, With Love

I can see,
The countless lights beaming into the darkness,
I can hear,
The waters lashing on the rocky boundaries,
I can feel the winds blowing past the tresses of the charming dame,
And I observe..

I wonder,
Do the buildings not want to break out of the monotony of standing by the sea side forever?
Does the water not want to break free, when it’s been trapped forever?
Every thing here is so still and similar,
What lends dynamism to the place is the people.
People who visit the end of this city of dreams every day,
Those who sit by the muddy water, yet cherish it all the way,
Their lives are different, each ones its own..
Yet they come together at different times on the same stone.

I see so many introspective faces, gazing into nothingness..
Yet each of them has a different feeling, a loss, love or just fulfilment.
This place has shades, varied in every second of the hour.

I can sit here for a life time,
Just dreaming of life and its hues,
But ironically the city does not allow you..
The time to be the person you love. The person dats you!


I wrote dis poem cum article when I was sitting at Nariman Point , Mumbai..

Random!

'Thought of mending it all... But it wasn't possible bending it all... So I let it be as it is, the best thing to do was ending it all'...
A couplet one of my frds wrote.. just randomly.. but it appealed to me .. so Just thought of putting it down..

Smile.. it just makes it all so easy!

Im Happy,
coz I have lived , the most beautiful moments of my life,
I am Happy,
coz i have filled the vaccume of my life,
I am Happy,
coz I have overcome the inexplicable feeling, I thought I could never deal with,
I am Happy,
coz my family loves me more dan the world,
I am Happy,
Coz people appreciate my work,
I am Happy,
Coz my close ones adore me for who I am.
Its easy to grumble and crib, even easier to blame it on fate..
But Iv learnt my lessons.. the hard way..
That life gives you loads.. watch out.. and make the most of it.. everyday!

Home Coming..

A couple of years ago.. when I was a normal rebellious ' I am always right' teenager , I had decided that I must go out of Chandigarh and experience the 'real' world coz ,I am not learning much here and dere is so much to see.. so much to explore. Years ran thru and finally it was time to bid adieu. I had got admission in one of the leading colleges of the country and was going to shift to Pune for the next two years to do my Post Graduation.

I did know ,that after this I was never going to live at home the way I have been .. forever.. but the feeling did not sink in.. so it was all said and nothin felt at dat moment..

I flew to Pune with loads of dreams, hopes and aspirations in my heart and self confidence which had no bounds..

Life seemed all great for the first few months.. then things changed.. life moved on too fast.. people came and went.. touching my life in sum way.. but somehow I just found myself standing on the same crossroad. waiting to be led.. That was the time I knew I had to take charge..and So I did..

I missed home like never before.. small things like the pansy in my garden and the pen holder over my study shelf...

The only thing that motivated me to work was that I'll be going home soon..

and so it happened.. I finally got to go back..

Homee.. the place where I was born.. which gave me warmth during the chilly winter months.. it sheltered me from the lashing waters.. the merciless sun and shielded me from the big bad world..

Now. having experienced the best and worst of both the worlds I can very confidently state that for me there is no place like home.. it has given me the most beautiful and comfortable moments of my life.. just that I had taken them for granted for all these years ...

Its Been Long

Its been a while now, although it just seems like yesterday. I can across this picture while I was randomly reading a blog. It somehow just clicked and described my state of mind right now..Feeling low, lost and somehow bewildered.
Seems like its been a long journey now, through valleyes and summits.. but the feeling is still there.. At times I question my own abilities ans at times the credibility of the other person.. but both the bets work against me !

Sometimes I just wonder. How can my judgement go so wrong, How can someone (read me) be so gullible et alll. lol.. its funny!

Ok.. Im not going to write anything more depressing now.. Guess I need some cheering up.. So I'll go and find a source of joy.. hmm.. Dats coz
-- u dont find happiness , u need to create it!-

I recollect the times of yore.

I recollect the times of yore
I lament through my fate
A friendship, which you tore
That I fostered since eight

I see an open volume
As I sprawl down to rest
Moments flip profusely
Moments… all but the best.


Its perplexing ,this game
Changes are not evident
All seems the same
Yet, all seems different ….
The daisy’s wear the same smiles
The dew gives the same sparkle
We have walked miles and miles
Though in opposite directions,
I have looked back at times
Only to feel your cold absence.

RENAISSANCE

I walk by the shore,
I recollect; the path I last trailed
I look at the twinkling core,
I retrospect; the hope that I failed
I hear the countless waves, revealing their plight
They are bounded to die, yet they fight.
I respire; to reignite the solitary spark,
That set ablaze the darkest night.
I admire the birds, sneaking from their spy,
They live on mercy, yet they fly.
I repent; for giving up,
On my cherished dreams
I reassure; my soul of surmounting another height
Faster than the swiftest waves, higher than the valiant birds
I relive; myself for tranquility, optimism and light.

The treasured Morning.

Over the oceans, past the mountains
Eclipsing the murky night,
Revealing the secrets so dark
Sneaking stealthily through my casement
Breaking the silence of the night
Appeared the morning light.

Trees were adorned with snow white,
Birds were chirping on the mighty of heights
The air was whistling a song so fine
The morning seemed to be all mine,
The sun rested triumphantically
On its dawning throne
The misty meadows unveiled a picture
Ever so unknown.
The dale smiled radiantly
Upon the vivacious blossoms
The graceful brook
Made it look, all the more awesome.

I desired to capture this vista
Forever in my eyes
It seems to be the most precious jewel
In the treasure of my life,
But all I have is a pleasant memory
Of that quaint morning
That dawned upon me
Illuminating, the darkest of all nights

I the Brook

I sprawl on my quiescent stony cradle,
I bare my bosom to the unrelenting heaven
I behold the merciless star; turn me to gold
I adore the darkness; spill its silvery kindness
Stealing the warmth, that seems age old.

I dread the winds, trailing wreckage,
I revere the solitary guardian;
Enduring the inherited malice ,
I envy life sailing on my musical waves
Anticipating a clearer firmament,
Caught between the blue raves
I gush on the dike, like a countless serpent
With a trance to freedom, buried and incessant
I roar loud and clear,
I weep without a tear
I plead, I beg, I fear
But my existence is stated
So I was, I am and will live here…

:)

Through the somber path of fear,
over the crowded pavement,
past the dreaded lanes of dispair,
I'v been walking.

Seems as if its been ages,
my legs too tired to walk,
my soul wants to quit the battle,
but my feet fail to stop.
I lift my stoned ankle,
to take another step,
my eyes search for a destination,
which seems drowned in the winds.

The storm tries to engulf me,the road also conspires
to stop my journey midway,and curb my desires,
My shadow also deserts me,
and leaves me numb and bare,
But, my conviction whispers cautiously,
Look, your almost there!

I want to look back and recollect,
the valleys i'v wandered through.
but the path ahead is bewildering,
and moments left too few,
Iv travelled through autum,
and walked over the scorching dust,
Iv waded through filthy puddles,
and waited for the snow to rest,


Seems as if its been ages,
Now, I see a distant light,
which sparkles in the horizon,and replenishes back my life.
My pace does fasten, by a step or two,
And I leap towards the unknown,
which seems all but true....

Progeny

Anxious and eager;
I sprawl besides the door,
Awaiting thy arrival.
The passage looks dim and dark;
And silent angels do embark
Warming the cradle; for you.

At last, the silence shatters
And darkness fades
The angles begin to beam
Your first wail enlightens my being
As family starts to scream

My moist eyes;
Capture your tenderness,
As you sleep in solitary peace,
Your breath smells of a thousand roses,
In you resides my only dream.

Your petite hands;
Embrace my future,
As I picture you;
Shouldering my age’s burden.

You’re my hope, my verve my vision;
You stir my subsistence,
As ripples in torpid water
You’re my blessing,
You are my shadow,
You’re my life, my daughter.

The Land called Kashmir

Decades ago; so to call,
The crystal shone on the mountain wall,
As it heated up the quiescent vale
And gushed over the icy pail;
The fragrance spilled in the air
To greet this divine land so rear;
Its sons did sweat and toil
Through the secured days;
And slept under the starry blanket
Without a guarding mace.

Years trickled stealthily;
Cursing peace’s abode
Kin turned traitors;
And a new anthem they composed;
They called it their own haven
And drew boundaries to hearts
Made trespassing a felony
Slaughtered a body to parts.

Decades have passed
The crystal still shines;
The vale rises; yet every dawn
But to shroud a daughter; son to moan
The brook still tides
Over the rocky slope
But the water has changed shade
And its youth has eloped,
It knows every morning
A widow shall arrive
And grieve her partner’s gruesome demise

I sit close to this crown;
Once bejeweled, now trounced;
It screams for freedom; frets for peace
Bleeds silently; awaits relief
But the two nations incessantly;
Claw over this opulent meal
The plea remains constant
Coz’ bruised egos are hard to heal.

There is a stranger in your mirror

There is a stranger in your mirror,
Pretending to be you
Approached by horror
Fancied by a few

The ominous hours, haul into variance
Marring you to death
Until the buried forte, carts towards the split
Where you freeze offended
As the sweet wine of youth, clots beneath the pulse
Exposing the demon, all for once
Abandoning the plaintive draught
Soon, the pretender, the stranger you saw
Exiles into the blur
And you build a novel tomorrow
Lucid, beaming and sure.

Fading Moments

I watch the alluring twinkle,
In the star studded heaven.
Flaunting it splendor to me.
But all that I ogle is that solitary sparkle
Which flashes so radiantly

In the blue expanse,
Dwells the lively glint
Assertive, charismatic and magnificent.
But Alas! I dread a shadow so black
eclipsing my paradise.
Snatching my heaven, my stars, my dreams
All before my very eyes.

A pall of murkiness descends on me,
Was it my fate, luck or destiny?
All is gone, nothing left to be
But anguish, grief and agony

The loss of that dazzling star is irrevocable,
Which soared beyond all limits,
I shall not let it die unwept, unsung
But bequeath an existence so incessant.
So that all may shine as the brightest star
In their dreams, their life and their heaven.....

The Morning Bride

The trousseau well fitted and tried;
For the morning bride,
Her hands lay bare the finest art;
Silently following the dawn,
She shall depart.

Myriad dreams hem in her heart;
Bashful lashes conceal that spark;
For she traverses thy threshold,
With memoirs warm and old.
Abandoning behind an era,
In anticipation of a lifetime.

The bride enlightens her new abode,
Countering a new hope; on a new road;
Timid and fretful, she reclines;
Awaiting the promises to turn divine;
Dire thoughts grasp her by the hand;
Hauling towards a tormented land.

Over the decades;
The beauty fades and hope tires
A mortal remains; the bride retires,
Becomes a mother, a daughter, a wife,
Wanders through varied stages in her life,
With each year that follows;
She retrospect’s the hollows;
But all she recalls is a smoldering dream;
Searing from her bejeweled palanquin.
As the world craftily ignited;
Her maiden desire,
Decades ago, on her nuptial pyre.