That Apricot leaf, once healthy, looks so withered and dried out. A symbol of briskness that at sometime in past took me in awe wavering to and fro against the steady air current now appears questionably nonchalant and silent.
But, last night was contrarily anew. As ever when I had just begun mourning his unmoving state of being calm, it showed unyielding resistance to an unkind whirlwind. (Like a child resisting his parents forcing him to attend the very first school day.)
And then, suddenly a volley of disputed questions/arguments swayed the atmosphere.
I challenge you dare shake me again, “said the leaf that seemed dull moments before.”
Wind unfastened its motion, slowing down it stayed and looked away but said nothing.
Leaf asked- so what has brought you here, poor wind?
Wind, returning to its wits, said, “you are equally poor, friend”! Isn’t that the way?
“Oh, I am so very much, but you ditched the first one, why are you here?” replied the leaf.
Wind- I am as frequent as always giving you windy nourishment, but why do you sound so repulsive and unfriendly, unlike ever?
Your words “frequent and nourishment” are mocking my feebleness, answered the leaf. I wouldn’t be this weak had you been frequent as in the past.
Wind- now you don’t cry like a child, I ain’t to be blamed for not being same often. And not only you, I too have lost that pace and agility I blew with earlier.
Who is, then, responsible, asked the leaf?
“Wind takes- can’t you see these giant man-made concrete structures that have become the pretentious pride of the men acting like beasts to us, and blowing against which I lose my directions and zeal? Don’t you smell the unpleasant pungency emitting out of exhaust of cars and buses i am adulterated with??
So, if I am not pure myself, how come you demand nourishment from me!
I am not wind any further, I have become air!”
Suddenly, silence overcame the whole conversation. And the leaf seemed condemning itself.
But I have a plan, my friend wind. We can teach a lesson to not so very humans who we have been giving sustenance. Let’s get disappeared from their lives, only then they will realize what they have done to us!
Wind countered as- but we'll return one day. It should be temporary.
Of course! It will be, said the leaf.
And immediately, then, the leaf shed itself off the branch, and wind was never there.
And, thus now, wind isn't wind and the green has turned black!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Memories of lost love
A face i stumbled across, to seem to me through my thoughts
That the universe only pervaded seasons of songs, and colored rainy plots
Whirlwinds of staggering scent, and the breeze of fragrant gestures
Winds were all intoxicated, and the directions, missed out creatures
All the world’s ways seemed altered, and high spirits renewed
Elation waking, throbbing in my heart, stormy breaths got shrewd
Lips caroled sonnets, and the eyes hatched a fancy
Holding all the blued moments, i feared it to be dreamy
When she came, settled, and caught the sight
Won my heart, what I found her to be, describing is my plight
Twined and curly plait clinging to her face, appeared to me
Like a blooming flower bathing in the mist behind the fogged spree
Like an eavesdropping moon concealed itself in the cloud
Like an aglow morn emerged from the blanket of starlit shroud
Her eyes living a sea of fantasies, shimmered like an expanse of stars
Giving a wavy glimpse, her speaking words showered a rain of pearls
Like a jingle of the silvery anklets, and the tinkling glassy goblet
Like one’s clandestine playing of sitar, and singing in the moonlit
Like the soft revealing of a secret, and her coming closer
Like, the pausing of time, the soul of the world turning purer
What words they were, and those meetings, where I knew
How pious a gaze can be, to melt the heart, and ran through
How the longing finds its odyssey and the destination clue
How the moon lands on earth, and the feel of heaven in view
She explained to me, we who meet were destined this way
We who bloom, were to be the wayfarers on love’s play
This bond of many births, of very many relationships
We are soul mates, and meant to be on more such trips
And it flowed into my ears like honey of emotion
It washed into my eyes, half woken up to sense a caution
But this dreamy world was so beautiful, later full of sass
As a world that was elsewhere, but in words, else it never was
The dreams passed, my eyes opened, and wits returned
I found, who she had come in my dreams was a mirage churned
Who towards i held charming fixation, who rested in my heart
Had gone, and my heart was yet alone, failing on life’s chart
No desire, no wish i knew, no dream again will seem enough and chief
Now my days, and nights, in them is only pleading, and elemental grief
And begging, and pain, i cry for help, no one is mine, but nothingness
No one is there, but the memories of lost love and i, unloved, loveless
That the universe only pervaded seasons of songs, and colored rainy plots
Whirlwinds of staggering scent, and the breeze of fragrant gestures
Winds were all intoxicated, and the directions, missed out creatures
All the world’s ways seemed altered, and high spirits renewed
Elation waking, throbbing in my heart, stormy breaths got shrewd
Lips caroled sonnets, and the eyes hatched a fancy
Holding all the blued moments, i feared it to be dreamy
When she came, settled, and caught the sight
Won my heart, what I found her to be, describing is my plight
Twined and curly plait clinging to her face, appeared to me
Like a blooming flower bathing in the mist behind the fogged spree
Like an eavesdropping moon concealed itself in the cloud
Like an aglow morn emerged from the blanket of starlit shroud
Her eyes living a sea of fantasies, shimmered like an expanse of stars
Giving a wavy glimpse, her speaking words showered a rain of pearls
Like a jingle of the silvery anklets, and the tinkling glassy goblet
Like one’s clandestine playing of sitar, and singing in the moonlit
Like the soft revealing of a secret, and her coming closer
Like, the pausing of time, the soul of the world turning purer
What words they were, and those meetings, where I knew
How pious a gaze can be, to melt the heart, and ran through
How the longing finds its odyssey and the destination clue
How the moon lands on earth, and the feel of heaven in view
She explained to me, we who meet were destined this way
We who bloom, were to be the wayfarers on love’s play
This bond of many births, of very many relationships
We are soul mates, and meant to be on more such trips
And it flowed into my ears like honey of emotion
It washed into my eyes, half woken up to sense a caution
But this dreamy world was so beautiful, later full of sass
As a world that was elsewhere, but in words, else it never was
The dreams passed, my eyes opened, and wits returned
I found, who she had come in my dreams was a mirage churned
Who towards i held charming fixation, who rested in my heart
Had gone, and my heart was yet alone, failing on life’s chart
No desire, no wish i knew, no dream again will seem enough and chief
Now my days, and nights, in them is only pleading, and elemental grief
And begging, and pain, i cry for help, no one is mine, but nothingness
No one is there, but the memories of lost love and i, unloved, loveless
Sunday, April 11, 2010
A flare
Surviving the adversaries, flowing and passing by
So many are lives, altogether happily existing
Amongst them is the one, Yours and mine
All alike, like You and i, everyone’s glowing
But my Lord
For your sake, consequences never be so cruel
To a soul, that he loses his being mere sole
Else, a well woven, laughing face will have to depart
Before its time, your this world, never to resurrect
Why, my Lord, a flare of life, extinguishes so coldly
Why Lord, a flame of life, of soul, will end so early
From the blazing sunshine, and the beautiful morning dew
We all receive joy evenly, rejuvenating, and again and anew
Is it too much that I ask for her to be my friend
As here, in this friendship I see my stirring world
But Lord please, my only wish should not be sacrificed
Else, a smiling bunch of flowers will forever be wilted
Why, a flare of life extinguishes so early, my Lord
Please, never be so to a flame of life, please, oh God
So many are lives, altogether happily existing
Amongst them is the one, Yours and mine
All alike, like You and i, everyone’s glowing
But my Lord
For your sake, consequences never be so cruel
To a soul, that he loses his being mere sole
Else, a well woven, laughing face will have to depart
Before its time, your this world, never to resurrect
Why, my Lord, a flare of life, extinguishes so coldly
Why Lord, a flame of life, of soul, will end so early
From the blazing sunshine, and the beautiful morning dew
We all receive joy evenly, rejuvenating, and again and anew
Is it too much that I ask for her to be my friend
As here, in this friendship I see my stirring world
But Lord please, my only wish should not be sacrificed
Else, a smiling bunch of flowers will forever be wilted
Why, a flare of life extinguishes so early, my Lord
Please, never be so to a flame of life, please, oh God
Life-changing events
On the outskirts of my social sphere, I just met someone
With his long ruffled hairy looks, attraction was undone
The event was a B-plan competition and he was the judge
I took him lightly, only to prove myself the greasy sludge
Event started with participants staging their planned talent
A volley of questions raised by the judge was rather variant
Due to lack of knowledge, I couldn’t win the competition
But that encounter with the whacky had my life’s solution
His nonchalance and calm nature had left me dumbstruck
The guy was deeply absorbed and lost in his assigned work
Uniqueness associated him with his leading his own way
The man had become my inspiration as a distinct sun ray
Later, another serendipitious event brought us even closer
And by god grace he is now more than a just friend I swear
Today is his birthday, my lord, and he deserves your blessing
A very happy birthday friend upon your 22 years of being
With his long ruffled hairy looks, attraction was undone
The event was a B-plan competition and he was the judge
I took him lightly, only to prove myself the greasy sludge
Event started with participants staging their planned talent
A volley of questions raised by the judge was rather variant
Due to lack of knowledge, I couldn’t win the competition
But that encounter with the whacky had my life’s solution
His nonchalance and calm nature had left me dumbstruck
The guy was deeply absorbed and lost in his assigned work
Uniqueness associated him with his leading his own way
The man had become my inspiration as a distinct sun ray
Later, another serendipitious event brought us even closer
And by god grace he is now more than a just friend I swear
Today is his birthday, my lord, and he deserves your blessing
A very happy birthday friend upon your 22 years of being
Flattery
And i ain't
Admiration switches to hoax, when flattery itself generates
boasting sheer waves of feigning never tend to exterminate
And so i ain't
and then the practictioner of cajolery adulterates his soul
with this blot what ceases to exist is his being mere sole
And thus i defy it
and, until he inadvertently nears about the self-realisation
the timeless moments lost never let him be the sane again
And hence i validate it
and, since it is the proposition for those who wish to be flattered
i ain't an advocate of flattery 'coz things to me as such never mattered
And i ain't
Admiration switches to hoax, when flattery itself generates
boasting sheer waves of feigning never tend to exterminate
And so i ain't
and then the practictioner of cajolery adulterates his soul
with this blot what ceases to exist is his being mere sole
And thus i defy it
and, until he inadvertently nears about the self-realisation
the timeless moments lost never let him be the sane again
And hence i validate it
and, since it is the proposition for those who wish to be flattered
i ain't an advocate of flattery 'coz things to me as such never mattered
And i ain't
A letter to a friend
This is the course of life, and its rhythm is a see-saw
Being steady and not, are its untimely high and low
Struggles are the cold and the unceasing truth of life
Such is its trail, strolling upon competition and strife
What you have been through, is critically unfortunate
Had i been in your place, would be extinct, as dd late*
Overcoming uncalled-for events, you chase excellence
You are an Amazon, defying your sheen and brilliance
Friend, my soul reiterates it thousands of times;
Moonlight laughs it off when a blow of wind whispers
Feel my words, i am always with you, my soul swears
Out of the mysterious darkness of this agitating world
i will enliven your morn, i promise, remaining a friend
Living with the swarm of warm memories down the lane
With your every step, the earth and the sky will unite plain
Shades of twilight secretly touching, and passing by you
Feel this warmth, i am always there with you, rather true
Deadening the enigmatic gloom of this perplexing world
i will enrapture your morn, i promise, abiding as a friend
Living with the swarm of warm memories down the lane
With your every step, the earth and the sky will unite plain
My friend, the past is gone and the future uncertain
The present is that moment, where bliss we attain
oh you, nothing has lost, trust yourself, for my sake
i want you to be happy, for here will success rake
(*late Diwaker Deepak)
Being steady and not, are its untimely high and low
Struggles are the cold and the unceasing truth of life
Such is its trail, strolling upon competition and strife
What you have been through, is critically unfortunate
Had i been in your place, would be extinct, as dd late*
Overcoming uncalled-for events, you chase excellence
You are an Amazon, defying your sheen and brilliance
Friend, my soul reiterates it thousands of times;
Moonlight laughs it off when a blow of wind whispers
Feel my words, i am always with you, my soul swears
Out of the mysterious darkness of this agitating world
i will enliven your morn, i promise, remaining a friend
Living with the swarm of warm memories down the lane
With your every step, the earth and the sky will unite plain
Shades of twilight secretly touching, and passing by you
Feel this warmth, i am always there with you, rather true
Deadening the enigmatic gloom of this perplexing world
i will enrapture your morn, i promise, abiding as a friend
Living with the swarm of warm memories down the lane
With your every step, the earth and the sky will unite plain
My friend, the past is gone and the future uncertain
The present is that moment, where bliss we attain
oh you, nothing has lost, trust yourself, for my sake
i want you to be happy, for here will success rake
(*late Diwaker Deepak)
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Love starved, hug starved
At the age of 22 plus, how come it, you are still single
A thought of opposite sex doesn’t excite you to mingle
Or, you are yet to chance upon to meet your beloved
Pity on you dear friend, you love starved, hug starved
I resist to believe your failing to find that someone
At least, definitely, your emotive heart would have run
After one special face, but courage was all you lacked
To have spoken of your liking her, to remain love starved
Many charming visages, you would have come across
In college, whilst traveling, walking down the lane, to lose
Your heart to them, and a picture of your dreams you carved
But you couldn’t just approach her, to remain hug starved
The world had turned beautiful during that half an hour journey
She was sitting beside, moments seemed favorable but dreamy
A thrill of pleasure ran through all your senses, a motion waved
But you dared not hold an eye contact, to remain love starved
I ask you, had the air current not turned divinely breezier
In her presence, and your soul and spirit you felt even purer
Then what kept you from exchanging a note of hello, not halved
To its pristine appeal, so to lesser fate, you remained hug starved
Thirty minutes were soon over to the tunes of her metro stop
With your eyes set on her as she stepped out of the train, hope
Was your next pursuit, as luck u bypassed to get it utterly shaved
My friend, to your doom, you again did remain love starved
Numerous such occurrences you would have been through
If only, you would have let the chords strike, to get the clue
Of her fancies about you, but you were rat enough to be barbed
To escape the principle of being yourself, to remain hug starved
It was one such story of singles’, sorry, I mean yours, repetition
Of such failings leads him blindly and disturbs with apprehension
Singles, u don’t comply with societal norms, and its law u lard
Remaining a threat to society, u far more remain love starved
A thought of opposite sex doesn’t excite you to mingle
Or, you are yet to chance upon to meet your beloved
Pity on you dear friend, you love starved, hug starved
I resist to believe your failing to find that someone
At least, definitely, your emotive heart would have run
After one special face, but courage was all you lacked
To have spoken of your liking her, to remain love starved
Many charming visages, you would have come across
In college, whilst traveling, walking down the lane, to lose
Your heart to them, and a picture of your dreams you carved
But you couldn’t just approach her, to remain hug starved
The world had turned beautiful during that half an hour journey
She was sitting beside, moments seemed favorable but dreamy
A thrill of pleasure ran through all your senses, a motion waved
But you dared not hold an eye contact, to remain love starved
I ask you, had the air current not turned divinely breezier
In her presence, and your soul and spirit you felt even purer
Then what kept you from exchanging a note of hello, not halved
To its pristine appeal, so to lesser fate, you remained hug starved
Thirty minutes were soon over to the tunes of her metro stop
With your eyes set on her as she stepped out of the train, hope
Was your next pursuit, as luck u bypassed to get it utterly shaved
My friend, to your doom, you again did remain love starved
Numerous such occurrences you would have been through
If only, you would have let the chords strike, to get the clue
Of her fancies about you, but you were rat enough to be barbed
To escape the principle of being yourself, to remain hug starved
It was one such story of singles’, sorry, I mean yours, repetition
Of such failings leads him blindly and disturbs with apprehension
Singles, u don’t comply with societal norms, and its law u lard
Remaining a threat to society, u far more remain love starved
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Womenfolk'd better mind it
The humane ethics were high on mind when the time was prehistoric
Men and women partook of parity, oh of course, it used to be realistic
Sexuality was found delving into spirituality, truly provokingly beatific
The epoch did not belong to a wonderland, and it was Ajanta-Elloric
As free as a butterfly, she lived every whim of hers, so incredibly gaiety
Reveled in open sex talks with men, as she was tantamount to a deity
Chastity of a woman was never questioned as she was always a virgin
In lieu it was man’s poser subject to proving his not practising liaison
But a storm of unholy whiff brought a gradual and poignant transition
What leaped on in to societal ambience was miasma of discrimination
Men’s prejudice against women was so the stroke of the latter’s doom
That, women relenting to manly subordination rendered sexists’ boom
With female feticide being the 21st century version of girl infanticide
And ‘Sati Pratha’ abolished on papers, one thing tends to be clarified
Besides these aged curses, even grimmer evolved in the past 40 years
Which a conductor and a collegian are wont to the same, both sinners
In bridging the education difference lies the role of male chauvinism
Which, the upper and the lower stratum are inflicted with to the brim
Man is not letting out even his mother and sister, is ignobly inhuman
De-glorifying her aura to a mere sex object is his most soulless action
Her sexual body parts impiously becoming his usual vocal phrase
“Teri maa ki*---* and teri behen ki *---*” are all there to her disgrace
An educated being going this astray, belittling womankind, is stifling
What lets him evade a feel of his mother and his girlfriend is baffling
But, more loathsome is the sort of unsound defence women plump for
In a bid to shoulder equality even she couldn’t spare reviling far more
Today, ‘teri maa ki’ is the common spell of her vituperating utterance
Backing up her own oppression, feminine face of God skips brilliance
Since man being mean, he wouldn’t draw up from this fouling custom
But his tongue switching to tere baap ka or tere bhai ka, is wholesome
You women, counter-attacking one with teri maa ki is self-deprecating
Instead, abusing as tere baap ka will be a retort to men, rather befitting
I request the men-folk to think it a bit over. And please respect your mother, respect the beauty of her grace, respect women, the very reason of our existence.
Men and women partook of parity, oh of course, it used to be realistic
Sexuality was found delving into spirituality, truly provokingly beatific
The epoch did not belong to a wonderland, and it was Ajanta-Elloric
As free as a butterfly, she lived every whim of hers, so incredibly gaiety
Reveled in open sex talks with men, as she was tantamount to a deity
Chastity of a woman was never questioned as she was always a virgin
In lieu it was man’s poser subject to proving his not practising liaison
But a storm of unholy whiff brought a gradual and poignant transition
What leaped on in to societal ambience was miasma of discrimination
Men’s prejudice against women was so the stroke of the latter’s doom
That, women relenting to manly subordination rendered sexists’ boom
With female feticide being the 21st century version of girl infanticide
And ‘Sati Pratha’ abolished on papers, one thing tends to be clarified
Besides these aged curses, even grimmer evolved in the past 40 years
Which a conductor and a collegian are wont to the same, both sinners
In bridging the education difference lies the role of male chauvinism
Which, the upper and the lower stratum are inflicted with to the brim
Man is not letting out even his mother and sister, is ignobly inhuman
De-glorifying her aura to a mere sex object is his most soulless action
Her sexual body parts impiously becoming his usual vocal phrase
“Teri maa ki*---* and teri behen ki *---*” are all there to her disgrace
An educated being going this astray, belittling womankind, is stifling
What lets him evade a feel of his mother and his girlfriend is baffling
But, more loathsome is the sort of unsound defence women plump for
In a bid to shoulder equality even she couldn’t spare reviling far more
Today, ‘teri maa ki’ is the common spell of her vituperating utterance
Backing up her own oppression, feminine face of God skips brilliance
Since man being mean, he wouldn’t draw up from this fouling custom
But his tongue switching to tere baap ka or tere bhai ka, is wholesome
You women, counter-attacking one with teri maa ki is self-deprecating
Instead, abusing as tere baap ka will be a retort to men, rather befitting
I request the men-folk to think it a bit over. And please respect your mother, respect the beauty of her grace, respect women, the very reason of our existence.
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