love or not to love

I wonder now what love means what existed in bold letters before is a clean slate today.
Quite scary especially for a hopeless romantic like me. I mean what was a overflowing
cup of longing and passion today is nothing but a empty casket of aquaintance. With a
very strong base for a friendship with a forever at at the end of it. Maybe thats the basis
of every relationship a great friendship. I guess its a cliche but then cliche's make the basis
of life, everyday is what adds up to a eternity. In this eternity maybe undying love is what dies !
what survives is need and the immediate solution to it. If the solution adapts itself with your
race to eternity you ahve found love. Not undying driping of pearl champagne and rose syrup
but smelling of onions and heavy sweat after a night's sesion of compromised sex without a
AC.

Super M

Well I thought that I Looked really stupid in it, but on second thoughts

I think I look cute what say!

Fish For thought .

This is what Dreams are made of !

Me again?

Well Just ran through amir khan's blog a few moments before.
He has kicked the butt! well I wonder if he realises what he is in for.
Its been 2 months and counting since I have and the one thing constant about
these two months has been malbro lights. Well I have dreamed,thought and
actually held on to a real stick (yesterday) but it just refuses to get out of my system.
I think I give myself way too much credit sometimes....I guess in every sphere of life! work, relationships and ofcourse thinking that I can give up smoking and drinking altogether.
Mayebe its okay to hide your perfection under a green cloth and shoot
the picture of life with a backdrop of your choice.
A moments pause..... and I realise that the biggest road block
is this constantly yapping thing called conscience. Plus this time I have promised
God and not myself that I shall completely abstain.So the consequences would be life changing(more like screwing....) Well I am sure with the huge to do list that sits in front of amir he should add one more:
Not to think about smoking!
well he is a super heroe I guess people like him dont get up the next morning after a week of
co ordinating,convincing and ego satiation and ofcourse not to forget holding on to a
not yet become bollywood heroines flowing dress as she went in and out of the studio and ofcourse getting ticked of my her ???????? dad( cant think of any adjective)
Cant believe I have previously waited impatiently for months so that I could hold the train of my to be getting married cousin) what a waste all those hours cramming marketing mantras.
Its a Friday morning and after I come back to work after a day of total
dimag ki dhai and tadka which has been a continuation of two similar weeks
(It was very hot u see) I get to open my mail box to a series
of stinkers! Because somebody somewhere in the hierarchy wanted to show
their importance(I can understand if it was my fault). Damn !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At that moment I realised that my patience levels has increased a lot! (Or maybe i did not
have a drop of strength or stamina left in me mental or physical)........
hmmmmmm and he does not want me to drink or smoke (God You see) THIS IS CHEATING....
I guess I am expecting too much out of people... solution? Either I stop giving in my hundred percent or just take my reputation of being a bitch to a whole new level.
what do u think?

SELF ACCEPTANCE

The Dark Mirror

Looking at the mirror you see a reflection looking back at you.

You look at it more closely and you find the minor flaws the mar your presence.

You want to look away but they have you in their grasp totally controlled and absorbed.

You look back. Will they still be there or perhaps they have disappeared. Magic. You want to believe. Its a wish that is wished by each human being that breaths on this planet.

Can you hide them behind a mask or some very affective concealer that you get in the market. Ofcourse you can and You do. Then..... in the night when you sit in half light trying to look away from the mirror that lures you with hope of satiation......you give in.

Eyelids flutter with anticiaption as you flirtingly look at the shadowed mirror

playing hide and seek with your own image. You are sizing up your oponent staring back at you from the transparent glass. You are waiting for him to make the first move. You wait but nothing happens. There is silence around you.

Within you there is a storm. Breathing, smouldering,bellowing. A few more moments and you would explode. Time is getting heavy now and you cannot stand the mystery anymore. You need to know now ! its okay if nothing is left with you but accute disappointment.

You are ready to pay the price. In one swift motion you turn. You are standing face to face with you. The scars hit you with the force and sharpness of the december wind and you are gasping for breath. You immediately look away and close your eyes. The ugly will go away. This time you dont.
You look at yourself as you never have before........ with acceptance.

Blanket of faith

Faith is a blanket that will always keep you warm. I wondered a few experiences ago whether
I did not have the strength to face life without it. There was a answer to my my every question
in the kind infinity I look upto which the world calls God and I call father. Was I ready to face life without his assured presence. Could I dare think about this cosmos without his weaving it
creating every thread that binds every moving and living particle in this revolving, evolving
breathing universe. For a moment I did, He had given me the strength to take up every challenge that was thrown my way. Did I have the strength to challenge the very core of my
existence. I did for a moment and he did not let me question my existence further. He smiled
at me and let me know that he is there looking at me,standing by me and holding my hand.
We says god tests us. But we dont realise that we test him every moment of our lives and he
does not complain he patiently assures when we get lost in the fog of doubt and reason.

Grids

I remember reading in a magazine how Karan Johar the badshah of cotton candy romances does not believe in the institutaion of marriage. Glancing across those pages I wondered what inspired him to create fairtales he did not believe in. You need to have some corner in your heart which beats at the tune of a soft fragrance or a fading memory of a enchanting glance.

The hope of seeing a sunset cocooned in the arms of love hearing the thump of your helpless heart dance on the dune of lazy Waves.These threads which weave the existence of romance in a life that struggles to steal moments of magic from a routine listless life.

The question is whether it makes sense to expect to see a idea materialise into reality. Agreed that life is stranger than fiction, but how often do fairytale romances become a reality in life.I have started asking myself that question. Maybe at a stage and age in life when I am finally begining to attach logic to a dream that I had safely guarded.

The travails of a romantic teenager have cotinued to be a part of a matured woman.Here in may lie the hitch. You need to leave behind the yesterday and try and live in today. Finally I seem to have shed my dreams and accepted the truth that dreams and reality exist in the same dimension one in our existensional grid and another in our subconscious.

Our life is a struggle between these two forces the strongest wins.
You either spend your life working compromises to make reality livable or you spend your life a hopeful,rigid dreamer waiting for perfection to find you one day.

Phir

socha tha ke asoon ab sath chod denge,
lekin kal daman bheegane palkon par
dastak dene aa hi gaye,
raat ke andhere pe chupke se takiye par apna
sir rakh kar mere galon ko sehlate ched hi gaye,
unki ane ki ahat sirf mere dil ko sunayi deti
hai, yeh rab ne dua kabool ki hai,
dard seene mein uth kar so jata hai,
unki mooh dikhai per apni zindagi waar jata hai,
gumnam kisi kone se mujhe chedne aye the woh,
wapis chale gaye hai phir,
marte huye mere dil ko
zindagi de gaye hain phir,
woh na ate toh kahani kuch aur hi hoti meri,
shayad dard ke ehsas se maut dauddi chali ati
phir,

Me Narcissist

This is the first time I am trying to write when there is a smile adorning my face.
Though I cannot gurantee the fact that this discourse or thought presentation is going to make a tug at your heart. Its a attempt any how.I am accused of being bitter and pessimistic in life.This is a attempt to prove that wrong. I can be happy and glad and merry,I could take my merriness a little too seriously and go merry go round the mulberry bush( eeesh)
Though every moment that smile is plastered on my lovely recovering from two pimples face,I am scared that I will again find myself standing at ground zero. There I think I am in very dangerous territory possibility of slipping into depression land.Therefore I think I will concentrate on telling you about my happiness. I am happy about being given attention without having to ask for it or fight for it.I am happy about being told that I am beautiful,I am happy about the effort taken to make me feel special.
Well I guess this post is going to reflect the narcissist that lives in me. He makes me complete.
I have never denied his existence, the opportunity never came to showcase him.Today it does and I am very proud to present him to you. Resplendid in a garb that has every colour of love weaved into it. He stands there blushing like a rose and smiling like a dew drop. Beautiful and divine.

A gift from a father to his child

There is morning at the end of the night.A fact that every individual across every spectrum of age and class knows.It is with this one truth that every human being lives his life and dies.Every night is spend waiting for day and every day is spend in the anticipation of night.As I was waiting for my night to end I must have reminded myself this fact a million times.With it I reminded myself of gods eternal grace over my life.Then too at times I floundered and saw myself cursing the gift of life.Helplessness and disappointment can be the most destructive of catalysts.Yet in the our when the night seems the most dark and these two draconian invaders are knocking the walls of your sanity to pieces.
There is a thin rope of hope that you hold on to.
The hope that takes birth from the womb of faith.You suddenly look up and see that glittering rays of gold are blessing you with their light.That moment night turns to day and before you know it you are basking in the glow of truth and love. The first rays of morning, the first eaves of corn, the first calf of the season ,the first child of a mother.Every first is a blessing of god.Expressing his abundant love for you.A mark that tells you I am there to hold your hand and walk the extra mile.In times of intense pain I hold you in my arms and try and ease it away. In my arms you sleep when you cross every difficulty I am there to bless your life with a smile a gift from a father to his child.

Subah

Subah ho gayi,
Ek naye daur ka agahz ho gaya,
Kal rat ki chandi mein humne har khwab udadiya,
Shayad abhi kisi door pariyon ke des mein kisi
Khoobsurat pari ke pas mehfoos hai,
Reh gaye hain kuch aks, thartharate apne ap se
nazar churate huye,ek pal lagta hai unhe bhi azad kar du,
hath uth bhi jata hai,
lekin muthi khul nahin pati hai,
zidh pakad leti hai,
Dhadakte huye dil ko mana nahi
Pati hoon,
Har kar who kuch khwabh sirhane
Rakh kar so jati hoon.
Ke shayad kal ki subah ek suhani shyam
Mein tabdeel ho jaye,
Aur mein inhi khwabon ki chunar hodh ke,
Dhalti dhoop se sharma jaoon,
Aas toot kar bhi barkarar rehti hai,
Ajeeb si kashish hain uske husn mein,
Harte huye insane ko tootne se thamb leti hai,
Lekin Lagta hai ki haqeekat ki thand mein abhi
woh Pighalne lagi hai,
Kuch hi pal ji rahi hai,
Zindagi ke badsurat sach mein tabdeel
Ho jayegi.
Aur phir sirf reh jayegi ek dhoondli si
Yaad,
Door kisi parion ke des mein saans leti
Mere khwabon ki,
Ek zamane mein khoobsurat mere aas ki.

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Maya

Love and lost, believed and broken. It’s a existence of was and now,
It’s difficult accepting life as a pendulum that swings between these
Two extreme entities. Perhaps this is the reason the call love Maya an illusion. Because that’s who she is. A make believe world that you weave around yourself keeping you snug in days of lonely barrenness and emotional poverty. A state of bliss and surreal satisfaction. Its just A matter of time till the sun comes up and eats the dreamy mist in a fraction of a second. Suddenly you are woken up to naked reality. The thin muslin that you had covered it with is torn into a million pieces and you are forced to stare at the scars that mar the face of perfection. Love is perfect human beings are not. In this world of infinite uncertainties and pain it is this illusion that we want to spend our lives in. Then starts the journey in search of a mystic illusion a lie that you will buy with a thousand truths. You search for the ever elusive Maya.

Morning Light

Truth and Justice are dead my reader,
What have you come here to see?
A body that’s becoming colder day by day,
Because it lacks the lying ability,
When the price for dignity is paid in dollars,
You see respect bend its knee,
A lone warrior stands in the docks,
Staring at his destiny,
Dripping in blood of every hope,
Of every dream that he had seen,
Yet as he walks towards the Golgotha,
Carrying his cross of success with him,
Tomorrow stares and him and spits on his
Face for throwing it away for today’s honor
and self esteem,
Worthy or not my reader is he of this humility,
A man who lives a life of righteousness can never
Be accepted in this society,
Take away from him the right to live take away from him his soul,
Break him into a million pieces; take away from him his strength
Of yore,
Then what the night is upon him and nothing is seen in the dark,
He shall yearn for a little bit of assurance and sell his honor for a
Spark,
Wait my reader before you think that this is the end for this man,
I forgot to tell you that this is a night and will pass into
Morning light.

A Complete life.

You are a image,
A reflection in still waters,
tanslation of the inner desires,
of wants and dreams,
thoughts chained in minds recesses,
flow into your countenence,
A aura that is so real,
sometimes there is no doubt about your existence,
you are there for me to touch and feel,
I search for you in faces that I can see,
In a smile that lives and dies in a second,
Today wants to believe you Tomorrow knows that you will dissolve,
A dew drop that lives in the dying darkness of the early morning,
disappears in the daylights first curve,
I shall hold you close for the few moments that you live,
you are my reality,in this world of fakes,
In your arms I shall find peace,In those few moments,
A complete life I will live.

Fight For a Woman's Modesty

I wonder If journalism will ever go back to being about justice.I wonder If a journalist will ever go back to reporting just the facts and not fiction.I wonder If news will be about stating the truth than providing infotainment.
The helpless face of the ten year old Asma splashed on the television screen in
the studio and I looked at the pressure in the newsroom to get celebrity reactions and interviews.Stars who have never travelled in a borivli fast after 10p.m when the women's compartment turn's general.Or has crossed the elphinston bridge after 11p.m.
Trp's is the buzz word.The reason why You ask a celebrity to talk about a common man's problem.A actress traveling from car to carpet will wax eloquent on the trauma of beingharassed by roadside goons.Or a starlet sitting in her AC make up van will talk to you about the emotional pain and helplessness when your modesty is outraged on the road in front of everybody.
What is very difficult for me to believe is that a viewer who is a comman man
prefers to see fake sympathy and understanding than the realistic appeal of the common citizen.Your friend,or you mother,or your aunt.
Every day thousands of women get out of their homes to earn their daily bread,pursue a eductaion or travel to care for a family member or friend.Hundreds of them compromise with their self respect and peace of mind and even physical harm.What we need to fight for is security for this woman who walks on the lonely road at night to buy last minute groceries to feed you.Who takes the 12p.m local in the night to save money for your education.Who waits back in college late night to study in the library to save your money.
It is for this woman that we need to pick up our cudgels, it is this woman's voice that the nation needs to hear every bureacrat, every politician and yes every man who looks at a woman as a object of ridicule.

When Mahesh Bhatt made Me Smile

It’s been four years now working in a news channel. My job profile as a program coordinator has involved interacting with a lot of celebrities trying to get them on the Various prime time shows. Every time that I have picked up the phone and punched in the numbers of these stars my heartbeat increased to a zillion per minute.
I was a mere nobody and they were known by the world why would they pick up my call
let alone talk to me. The very first celebrity that I have interacted with was Mr Mahesh bhatt. Now when I look back nothing much seems to have changed. The same blue or black shirt, spectacles perched on his nose and a smile that at once puts you at ease.
He was a successful director and a personality and every time there was a issue that nobody dared to talk about. This man never turned his back. Not because he needed his face to appear for a few minutes on national television but because he cared.
Great men are not made by recognition but their ability to keep their head on the shoulders and their ability to make a effort even for the most inconsequential human being.
Mr bahtt had once told me that “madhu you cannot control everything.” but this did not mean that he refused to try and make it to the spot where I was hoping to get a signal for my satellite van. He walked down six floors came out of his building and walked even more to the spot where I had set up. Despite all this effort the interview did not go on air.
I readied myself for a volley of insults and reprimand. What I got in return was a message saying that “even perfectionists fail sometimes”. I messaged him back saying” sir thank you for being nice to a nobody like me. ”He messaged me back saying that “nobody is a nobody you are good at what you do and I am giving you a ovation”.
His movies are not hits because they have a astounding star cast or lavish sets or foreign locations. They touch the human heart. The man still thinks like a common man, the pain, the helplessness the dreams and the aspirations. He has not forgotten what it feels like to live a life of averages. You cannot portray emotions unless you can feel them.
That day bhatt sahab not merely transformed a very scared nobody into somebody but made me realize that it takes more than hits to be a star it takes a heart of gold.

Stand By Me

Stand by me my love,
As the sun sets behind the hills,
when the wind is blowing hard,
and your heartbeat is growing faster with
every rustle of silk,
stand by me my love,
As you hold my hand and walk the extra mile,
when you hold my breath with a look in your eyes,
Stand by me my love,
As you hold me tight in your arms,
when the fire that glows in front of us,
lingers in your warmth even at dawn,
Stand by me my love,
As the day turns to night,
When I am holding on to your arm as I obliviously lie.
Stand by me my love,
As I trust you with my life,
When today turns to tommorow,
And I share your silver night,
A wind is blowing across the mountains,
it brings with it a frangnance new of a new tommorrow
and a promise of a life for you.

Decisions are always difficult in life.The fight is between what is right and between what you want.Sometimes you wait endlessly hoping that your wait will morph into what is right.I guess the act has a timeline when you approach the very end of your security blanket you realise your feet are getting cold.That moment is when you start thinking about the time when it wont be long when you outgrow the warmness of those black threads.They say that time ticks like a time bomb.I have never been able to understand the similie.Today as I find time crossing the road and staring at me,I stop and at the moment where I have stopped,I realise that time is no longer my friend.From now on He is my adversary.From here on its a race against each other.Its a fight to win.He is not going to give me a moment to ctach my breath

Aj pyar mar gaya

Aj pyar mar gaya,
jise itne dard se kisi kone mein chipiya tha,
Aj usne mere samne dum tod diya,
ek kavi ne apni haqeekat kho di,
ek ashiq ne apni zindagi,
insaniyat ne apne jeene ki wajah kho di,
aj pyar mar gaya,
asoonoin ka mazakh aur vishwas ki dazheeyan udadi,
aj zindagi ne zinda rehne ki wajah tod di,
khoh kar bhi ehsas tha jiska,
pyar pe fakar tha uska,
aj pyar ne apne chehre se chunni faikh di,
apni badsurat shakal dikha di,
ab kya afsana aur likhe hum,
us din ko aur kya bayan kare hum,
AJ pyar mar gaya,
apko uska janaza uthane ko bulate hai hum,
uski mazhar pe ap bhi do phool chadha do,
do asoon ap bhi baha do,
kabhi wapas na ane ke liye chal diya hai woh,
badnam zindagi jine ke liye chala hai woh,
wida karo use matam karte huye,
Aj pyar mar gaya.

In nothing

In moments of death I find Life,
In flickers of loss i win,
In A hundred questions I find a answer,
In Infinity I find the end,
In today I look upto tommorrow,
In my tears I find a smile,
In depression I find hope,
In madness I find sanity,
In hate i find the refelction of love,
In disappointment I find opportunity,
In weakness I find strength,
In ashes I find a phoenix,
In the desert I look for a oasis,
In emptyness I find space.
In this life that walks alone on a path full of thorns and a few roses,
I find holding on to the softness of a tender life that lives for someone
unknown,unrecognizable.

Juilet Dies

Often I wonder whether I have got the definition of love right.
I guess you define love with your first encounter of unrepressable emotions and flowing hormones.When it doesent matter if you have to compromise on things like self respect and mental balance.I guess love is a kind of a madness .The helpless juliet as she sits next to the corpse of her beloved Romeo is the perfect expression of love at its majestic bloom.The inky oblivion above is a mute spectator to the death of hope and emotion.
As helpless as the beauty beneath its wings.
Drops of stars trail down sparkling with the intensity of pain that is shooting in the bosom of the fair lady.The night is accusing itself of causing its sinister shadow of darkness to envelope the light of love.A fight for togtherness,a battle nearly won and then lost to that fatal moment.
When love is shown a mirror.
She realises that her reflection is nothing,but a mysty shadow of nothingness.
She stands there searching for love to stare back at her hold her gaze and take her on a walk on a bed of roses.Where reason stands still and hope takes a flight of fantasy.Standing there till her legs go numb and her heart beats with a intensity that threatens to steal her breath from her cold numb frame. But wait she must till the end of eternity and even then the warmth of love will evade her.Her gaze is turning into a rock and her expectations are being captured in her glistening body.They are expensive diamonds her dreams.
There she will stand forever lost in yesterday evading today and forgetting tommorrow.
Can there be a hell greater than the one in which she rots now.Where she cant live nor can she die.A situation that is written in books and essays lives in the life of the one who loves.Is there not any penance that lifts this veil of turmoil from her life,I will walk till the corners of the earth and cross the seven seas.If only my love holds my hand once again and looks into my eyes and professes love eternal.Let my heart skip a beat once again,let me want to live in his arms forever, let me feel his heart beat next to mine dancing to the rythum of its beat.Let him hold me in his arms and let me die in contentment.
Alas I stand looking into a empty glass frame.With bitterness seeping into my soul.Slowly dissolving into my inner being and transforming the sweetness into a potion of hatred and destruction.The process is leisurely,taking it own time slowly rubbing the ingredients of pain into every opening in the soul The burning sensation murders every expectant flower of feeling and lays it to rest on the shoulder of hope.There she stands stripped of every garment of blush and bloom,shivering in the cold of loneliness,a icey breeze sends her gasping for breath and she tries to bring some warmth from the recesses of memory when she was basking in red and pink.The picture is very hazy and the face distant.
The colour of love is hers finally as it escapes her body and spills into her palms,
looking into the glassy eyes of her life she finds her dreams fly on a rainbow as the coldness is replaced by the warmth of the nectar of life as she sprays
it on her concrete frame infusing the blue with vivacious red.

As you lie in my arms,
A sigh escapes my lips,
A hope of tommorrow dies in todays dreams,
If you could just live for a moment more,
I would die in your love and live in eternity forever more.

Realization

what do you do when you are standing at that point of your life where there are no crosroads.You can see just one road that goes on forever.
You stand there staring at the dirt track hoping that by some miracle there is a small track that opens up and you have the hope of seeing yourself walk on a path other than the one in front of you.Seconds tick away and you can feel the dust slowly climbing over you like termites.You realise that its either disintegrate into nothingness or start walking towards a destiny you dont believe in.The choice between the body and soul is a difficult one.
Most of the time the choice is not yours.You dont have the strength to take that kind of a decision.Its taken for you.All that is left with you is a question the answer to which is sought by every human who goes through the realization of pain.A essence that is born out of the helplessness of man.

Kal Aur Aj Ki Kashmakash

Kabhi lagta hai ki zindagi aj hai,
Phir thodi der mein khyal ata hai ki kal bhi hai,
aus ki boondon mein suraj ka chamakna,
lahron ka ake phir laut jana,
do pal ki zindagi hoti hai has kar chal deti hai,
jhod jati hai aj ko jo aj ko kal ki himat dati hai,
har pal jo kal mein shamil hota hai apni hakeekat
bhoolane ki koshish karta hai,
hakeekat thak ke har jati hai apni arzu se,
zindagi ki jeene ki khwaish se,
shayad kal aj pe hawi nahin hoga kal ki arzu aj ko mita nahin degi,
dard ki pukar aj mein ghol na degi,
ehsas hai sirf khamoshi ka, andheri gheraiyon ka,
choote choote dam kyon tod rahi hai,
hame bulakar sath kyon jhod rahi hai.,
andhere ache lagte hai hai apni kokh mein hamein cheepa late hain,
janam lena jhahti hoon in andheron se,
cheer ke nikalna chahti hoon in ghehraiyon se,
phir kal se thodi si bheekh mang raha hai jeene ke liye thodi si dua mang raha hai.
khoon ka dariya ban rahi hai hakeekat,
asoonyon se bheeg raha hai daman,
kuch aur boondein baki hai girne mein,
us lal rang ko aur bhi gehra bananeki chahat mein.

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Journey

Its amazing how sadness motivates me to write.
I guess how much ever I deny it I am a sadist.I am writing today and I am not happy about it.Life is like a desert and happiness is like the oasis you meet on your journey.The sooner I accept it the better.YOu cannot stop your journey and stand by the water forever.You have to keep on moving "there are miles to cover before you sleep."The biggest mistake that man makes is to believe that the oasis is their destination.Its when this belief blows away in the desert storm that you wake up to the reality of life.Your feet become heavy and your will dies.The warm breeze drains you of your strength to go on.But you have to.There is no choice but to carry your cross.You are the chosen wanderer who does not have the permission to stand constant.The only thing thats consistent in your life is you.The rest are moments of clouds who shelter you from the scorching heat of life.They come and bring a moment of relief.You smile with a sigh and before you know they move to another place in the sky and you are left staring at the grinning sun above.
You are born alone and you die alone.Your whole life is spend in trying to garner people arround you who can give you the most sought after commodity COMPANY.You cant live life without people thats impossible.But you should live life without any expectations from them.Its this expectation that leads to disappointment.A feeling that leaves you with a void.A emptyness that is more cold than solid ice.
You are a human and expectation is a living testimony to that fact.Sometimes I think when god threw adam out of eden it wasnt death that was his punishment it was the seed of expectation

The Rose

The moment you see a rose you feel the blush of innocence rise to your cheeks.
It could be dark red or a light shade of pink.
A rose is the perfect symbol of love in its various shades.
For me a rose can transform me to a land of beauty in a matter of seconds.
The perfectly sculpted petals and their smooth out turn, the carefully filled colour in gods perfect design.A dark red can talk to you of passion that crosses every line of caution.A pink beseeches you to handle the passion with care.A red that's watered down with dollops of white the symbol of the pure and serene.
Its difficult to describe what is perfect,You are always at a loss of words.
I guess that's whats happening to me right now.They lie against my white wall breathing life into my life with their gentle breath.With each whiff of air they bring to be a dash of their colour and I try to fill myself with their gentle fragrance.
Together in a heap they lie patiently living each moment to bring a smile on my lips.I see them surviving each moment and dieing the next.I look at them trying my best to capture them forever.don't go I say,You are why my life is beautiful,why I get up each morning and smile,live a little more for me I cajole them so that I can feel your smoothness in my harsh life.You make this barren land look like paradise every time i lose myself into the oasis of your colour.
I close my eyes and I can see them dancing under my eyelids. I Close my eyes and I can feel the softness on my skin,I close my eyes and I feel their fragrance playing with my senses,I close my eyes and I can feel love enchanting me with its warmth.

With each rose that you give me,
I see the love that you want to share,
the yesterday that you want to wipe away and the today that says you care,
A hundred hopes one rose harbours a thousand dreams to fulfill,
but that's what a rose is living for to help you built when nothing exists,
A lesson of sacrifice it gives you as its journey comes to a end,
when every drop of beauty is bled to a descend,
but at last as it heaves and lays to rest,
there are no regrets in its petals,there is no regret in its stem,
A life it has lived for others,selfless and pure without any condescend,
even as it lays crumpled,its as beautiful as the heaven above,
For the rose is not beautiful because of its colour or because of its
delicate bow,
Its beautiful because within,
It has a heart of gold,
the strength to give you a smile for a moment
and sacrifice its life on the alter of love.

Float

I don't know what to expect from life,I guess the best thing to do is not expect
anything.
I don't know why things don't work out the way they should.
Maybe they are not supposed to the reason is like a oyster in the deep dark ocean.To reach it would be diving deep into the recesses of the cosmos.
That's what life is a huge ball of energy good and bad. The various shades of black and white flow in and out according to the this tide of energy and all you can do is float.

Bringing to Life

Happiness needs to be brought to life,
when its asleep at your hearts side,
A corner it finds for itself,
Tugs away with a blanket for a shell,
Wake it with loving grace,
pull aside the strands of stray decay,
Looking at yourself with a glass anew,
try and see the corner that you never knew,
cajole it to smile at you,
slowly awake it with a little bit of dew,
drop a drop on its eyelids and see,
how it slowly opens its petal lids,
hazily it will look at you,
as it awakes from its slumber,
its gaze on you shall become stronger,
A little patience a little strength
the rise of happiness shall be a steady ascend,
the day has come to noon and you will see,
the sun is high up in the sky and the night is no where to be seen

This one is for you richa :)

Memories

Sometimes I wish you held my hand when you should have,
Sometimes I wish you would have turned back and looked at me one more time,
Soemtimes I wish you smothered me in your arms and said that life stops here,
Life is walking again and I am walking with life towards a destination I dont know,
Every step I take I realise that you are not going to be there with my next,
Dreams and ambitions are somewhere in bits in the air,
So tired was life with me trying that it left me with nothing but memories,
Of those few moments when I thought my tommorrow will have you in it as my today,
Then i realised that if I was your world I would have been in it today,
There is a price for everything and I was not worth the price of your affection,
Sometimes this truth is difficult to accept,
then there is the realisation that you are not here with me,
The moments of betrayal,
when I was standing by your side yet was invisible to you,
when i tried to hold your hand and you shrugged it away,
when I wanted to cry on your shoulder and you made my tears guilty of that need,
when I wanted nothing but the warmth of your arms to melt my pain nd my suffering,
but then I was expecting too much of your time and understanding,
life was always difficult for you most of the time because of me,
You will always be a part of my heart somewhere tucked away with memories of those cold nights when i was next to you wrapped in your arms,
A smile on my face and the feeling that you will be by my side always,
As I walk on a path which takes me to a place which I have not seen or know,
I take with me what made me smile leaving that made me cry way behind.

Moments of Time

Sometimes life takes you by total surprise and You dont know what to do with it.It teaches you that life is never perfect that there will always be a spot left in the duri which needs to be rewoven or patched. I guess thats what makes life beautiful.The fact that it is not perfect,the various patches of colour that you sew on to the fabric makes it alive makes ,it unique makes it your life.Today I wonder whether I am keen to have in my life the same element I couldnt see my life without. There are answers to questions that never existed,there is a way where no one ever thought for treading.I ahve learned the art of living for a day in a moment. Thinking about life beyond that is a mistake. It leaves with you the feeling of sand slipping from your fingers. When you have no choice but to sit and feel the desperation of not knowing what to do with something you have no control on. I had no idea what it is to let go.Of letting go of control and going with the flow.But today I think it snot that bad a idea.Ultimately most of your life changing incidences happen because they are pre planned they are destiny.Life is a about living the moment the pain.the hate.the love and the rememberance.But everything should be for those few passing moments of time.

Anjam

Hum bhool gaye the ki pyar kya hota hai,
Thehri huyi daldal mein kamal khilna kya hota hai,
Dil dhadakta hai jab koi hath tham leta hai,
nazron se koi pegam bayan karta hai,
taron mein hum apni akhon ki chamak dhunte hai,
andheron mein bhi koi phasana pate hain,
suraj dhalta hai phir se jeene ke liye,
pyar mar ke bhi phirr se janam le hi leta hai,
waqt tham ke bhi chalta hai,
Tum kho kar bhi mil jate ho aksar,
kisi khoi hue gumnam raston mein,
farak sirf ye hi hai ke humsafar koi aur hi chal raha hai,
ehsas sirf ek ehsas hota hai yeh jan gaye hain hum,
insan sirf ek zarya hota hai,
pyar toh khudayi hoti hai
sirf khuda hi usko anjam de sakta hai.

faith

Faith is something that is kept alive in your heart by gods grace. From thinking that he has abandoned me to having him hold my hand again is like going from drowning to knowing what it is to walk on dry land.

Escapism

For somebody who has always prided herself for facing and living in reality.I was in
for a rude shock today.I realsied that I am a escapist.

God is selfish

God is selfish,I guess after writing this I am not going to be his favourite,I guess.
Have not been for sometime.He has been nice to me at one point of my life and I have been extremely grateful to him for that.Then there was a time when I thought that
believing in god just because he does a lot of favours for you and makes your life
easy is not fair. Then there was a long wait for life to bring with it some ray of happiness,there was a fight with hoplessnes and I won.today I have lost the game.I smiled when I cried I believed when My heart was torn to pieces a milion times,There was always a tiny voice that said better will come.That bad happens for good. Today I stand at a point from where I can see miles and miles of burning sand
and there is no mirage.
My faith died today,the one thing that kept me going through disappointments from man and from life.I want to believe that I am wrong but today this blamegame does not work. I have lost a game that I tried hard to play.I am wrong I know,there are people whose life is nightmare that I cannot even comprehend. But I cannot forget my tears in the thought of theirs. They say a believers heart when closes opens up to demons that are seven times more powerful. I dont know if I have the strength to fight them,I dont know If I will survive. I just know that today I am standing all alone on shores that are unknown to me.Totally alone without my strength my hope my faith.I have never hated anybody.no matter the pain inflicted. Today I want them to answer. I wnat them to answer me for their digression. for my pain, for my love and for their betrayal,they will have to answer today for my tears and for my blood. The mass that my heart has been turned into, it has lost the power to beat. It lies limp without any kind of feeling and warmth. Its dieing a sorry death. I guess it desrerves it. in this world of selfishness there is no place for a heart that beats with love for love.

Faith

winning with life has been a dream that has always been achievable.The biggest
mistake I make is experiencing any dimension of happiness. Its not allowed in my life
and despite knowing this I cross the line.Well disappointments are a part of life.
somebody has said that I expect too much out of life and people. Is it wrong to
expect? perhaps it is.I often wonder IF i expect too much or in this world of living life as a island any amount or kind of expectation is wrong.There is a small doubt
thats growing in my head and I am very scared to acknowledge it.Sometimes you dont
want to come to face your own realisations. Its very difficult to let go of your
deepest beliefs.Keeping the truth alive they say is not difficult. It has a life of its own. Lies needs to be fed otherwise it dies a sudden death. When truth needs to
be fed with self assurance. One fine day you stop and question. Is this necessary ?
the truth that was your hope has suddenly dwindled into nothingness and what is left with you is nothing but thing air that which is invisible yet you believe in that
which keeps u alive.Your life is a witness to that truth.
My faith has seen me through a lot of storms.There was a reason to believe and I did.
Its been a very longtime since I ahve found peace.Is it a price I am paying because my faith is not as strong as it is supposed to be ? Are all answers supposed to come from me not from my faith. Today faith stands alone.

Thought !

when life takes away from you answers,
you have to go hunting for them in your heart,
when your heart refuses to divulge information,
the best person to ask is your mind,
when your mind takes a stand that leaves you in a lurge ask your will,
thats the only place where u will find your answers,
tucked away in a matrix of whys and no's.

DUA

words where would flow effortlessly, today take a huge effort to express themselves. Its not for the first time that I am at a crossroad where breathing also hurts.Numbed beyond any kind of justifictaion heart has just stopped to beat. Its very very dark and the night is getting more lonely. The sky is inky blue with not a single drop of a star giving comapny to the lonely space
above us. Blackness has a way of suffocating you, ebbing out your sanity and preservance. I hate the dark anything black brings the omnipresent onto a higher ground.
Its been a long long wait perhpas the longest of my life. It still continues snaking across my existant quitely hissing venom into my perfectly fine life. I guess there has to be a pastence used there. Life was fine today its not. Its a mess, and I have no idea where to start from. I guess some messes have to clear themselves. That sounds impractical but life can be more weirder than fiction. My life cannot claim for itself anything as tall as that. Its as common as you get. The heartaches the
disappointments the hope that one fine day there will be a fairygod mother who will change my whole life into a fairytale with one touch of her wand. Transformation will take place in every nook and corner. In my heart and in my mind, In my house and at my work In the heart of those whom I love and Those I hate.

Aj phir se kahin se dard jhak raha hai,
khamoshi se apni dua mang raha hai,
Ke shayad use is zindagi se udjane ka bahana mil jaye,
ek pal mein is kaidh se koi taras kha kar lene dawaze par dastak dene
ajaye,
hath uthe hai asman ke tarf,
jisme kahin khudai samai hai,
tumhe dekh nahin pate hum lekin mehsoos toh zaroor kar sakte hain,
kabool ho dua ye farmaish hai,
jeene ke liye thodi si zindagi dan mein
mangi hai.

The Race is On

A thought of yesterday was respresented in a cartoon of today. 4 lines for a woman raped and murdered in a slum and half a page for a upper class college kid murdered. Jessica finally got
justice it was victory of truth, but as the news room errupted in a frenzy of breaking news I calmly looked at her sister poping the champagne bottle nad wondered if a poor lady in tattered
clothes would have been given that much of screen time.
The crusade of the media finally concluded today as life term was sentenced.
Candle light vigils, protests by enthusiastic kids and hypervenatlating journalists.Hours of reel time are dedicated to talk shows discussing the injustice done by power weilding politicians and corrupt policemen,few seconds of which could have been spared for those hundreds of abductions and rapes that happen in villages and in the underbelly of thriving cities. But then visually it will not be appealing and thus not good television.
Twelve women were sentenced to life because they lynched a serial rapist. The fact that the law
could not save those hundreds of women who lost the will to live because of this man is not important enough.These women payed the price for justice. This is not a story important enough to find space in a news channel.A crusade not intresting enough to be taken up.
The pen is mightier than the sword they say. But today the pen is nothing but a tool for entertainment a element that is reduced to a game of X AND 0 the race is for increased frequency and TAM ratings. Justice and the truth have been left far behind . Manipulated and covered with a pancake meant just for attraction.
Journalism id dead what survives is infotainment.

Mind In Flight

MIND IN FLIGHT
by William B. "Willie Woo" Worcester

CLOUDS OF DOOM AND DARK OF NIGHT,
FRIGHTENED MIND IN HOPELESS FLIGHT;
A LOVELESS KISS A LIE SO FAIR,
AND FRANTIC WINGS STILL BEAT THE AIR.
A TWISTING WIND,
A STORM THAT BLINDS,
THE LIGHTENING FLASH WITH SHARPENING TINES.
A DYING WORD, A SOUNDLESS CRY, D
OES SOMEONE KNOW WHY DREAMS MUST DIE?
ONE WOMAN KNOWS WHY MINDS ARE BLACK
I CRIED FOR LOVE,
SHE TURNED HER BACK.

chalte chalte

aj humne saas li,
aj humne zindagi ko wapis khush hone ki wajah di,
Ladhte ladhte itne kho gaye hum ki jeene ki chahat hi kahin jhoot gayi,
Shayad ane wala kal beete hue kal se batar ho,
shayad gham ke andhere aur bhi bhayanak ho,
lekin us andhere mein shayad ki ek kiran hogi,
apne ap ko dhoonte hue jeet hi jayegi,
kal ki har yaad hum seemat ke rakh de rahe hai,
Sirf woh jo muskurahat mein tabdeel hote hain,
Ek khamoshi hain zehen mein,
Ek aram hai akhon mein,
na gham ke saye hai,
na khushi ke asoon,
reh gyai hai sachai ki jhalak,
aj abhi ki haqeekat,
Na kal ki chinta,
Na aj par narazgi,
Chalte chalte apne ap se thodi si khushi batne ki chahat.

The New year

The new year is coming close and I hope that my effort to bring my life in some kind of
alignment works. Its been a terrible year for me, in one word if I can describe it is pain. Every hope has been shattered and faith has been drowned in the ocean of disappointment. Every
individual I have believed in has taken a 360 degress turn around and left without a trace of
regret or shame. I have seen my dreams being salmmed across the wall of time. I have smiled
as every belief has proved itself to be shallow as the dieing stream. I have refused to compromise, I have refused to let life snatch away my right to dream. A new year , A new chance to bring together a shattered life a broken heart and a sagging strength. Everything has
a reason.
My journey through medical upheavels and heartaches has but taught me one thing that you are master of your destiny. Atleast a part of it. I for once believe in myself. I for once
believe that I am capable of living through a lot and yet have my head on my shoulders. For the
first time in 25 years of my life I am talking about myself . I guess thats proof enough.
Hope should be invested in yourself and but yourself. A humanbeing is too frail a individual to be fight for another person, to inconvenience himself for another or to compromise his ideals for another. The most strongest man fails and at that point of time its you who stands up to the occasion, its you who are your strongest support,its you who inspires you to carry the cross and yet continue living.
Its another year to my life and as I climb this mountain there have been people who came and walked with me and walked way,there have been dreams that have come true and some have faded away but I am still walking on a path etched by god and paved by him
Picture Courtesy : Danr Co http://www.flickr.com/photos/danrco/241183250/

A Song Of Love

When you love someone - youll do anything
Youll do all the crazy things that you cant explain
Youll shoot the moon - put out the sun
When you love someoneYoull deny the truth - believe a lie
Therell be times that youll believe you can really fly
But your lonely nights - have just begunWhen you love someone
When you love someone -
youll feel it deep inside
And nothin else can ever change your mind
When you want someone - when you need someoneWhen you love someone...
When you love someone - youll sacrifice
Youd give it everything you got and you wont think twice
Youd risk it all - no matter what may come
When you love someone
Youll shoot the moon - put out the sun
When you love someone-
Bryan Adams

Love is all this and more, for somebody who lives life without a risk assessment love exists in
every moment of life . In the breeze that caresses you in the early evening , When the sun sets
just for you painting you with its numerous shades of red, love lives in the waves that touch your
feet lovingly playing with your toes with a subtlity of a child.love lives in those consonants that make your name, the sound that lingers in the air echoing through lifetimes.
I had forgotten what love was I had forgotten what life was with love. Love is not dependent on a humanbeing love is a entity itself. In this world of compromise I left it to die in a secluded
corner punishing it for breathing in my life. But then how can I live when I have strangulated breath itself. It has to live.It has thrive, It has to dance it has to smile. Love exists in my life in my dreams, in my faith in my hope.
May be there is no space for red roses in my life but there is space for pink, there may not be a hand to pick me up from the cold sand bank but there is a vision,there may not be the wait for a voice to echo through the cellphone but there is the thought, Nobody is waiting back home to pick me up in his arms but there is a home, There may not be anybody to hold my hand walk on the dark sea but there are the images. For a dreamer the dream is what makes his life worth living.
For a woman who has been in love its not the man that counts its the emotion and the realiztaion that love does not happen once in your life it lives with you for ever waiting for the right mould and the right expression a dream that gets realized into reality by the mighty hand of god. In this circle of life we need to wait for that magic when the whole universe conspires for this perfection.

Cold

Cold gripping you, entering your every bone and muscle,
you cant do anything much but to surrender yourself to its rising wave,
I dont have the strength to fight it, I dont have the energy to question its advance,
Its once agian that I live alone in a room full of people,
once again I seem to have fallen short of everybody's expectations,
The effort is never a part of the trial,
The fire is not warm enough to envelope the cold,
Dragging myself through every responsibility living for a dream that belongs to
somebody else,
I have reached my breaking point.Slowly I disintegrate as the cold breaks every bone in
my body,
slowly I tell life that I have let it down,
I face life as it is a coarse reality,
Its painful but its truth in the truest form,
There was and there will be no true love,
The fact is enough to kill every desire to live , every desire to begin a new day.
The night of yesterday has passed,
I was alone,
The cold refused to go away,
Once again life decided to mock at me,
laugh at my existance,
The loneliness and the hoplesness of my life,
For a few moments images flashed across of a situation a little different a little warmth
of concern,
Then life is not about dreams its about reality.
The sooner I realise the better.

Photo Courtesy : Johny Day
http://www.flickr.com/photos/johnydaystudio/322365456/

Ray Of Hope

The desire to achieve exists in each and every living soul. The goal could vary across classes and genre.From poor to the rich, from the intelligent to the challenged,from a mother to a newly wed. Dreams are different but the passion of desire is the same. It is this driving force that makes us human a soft target to sin. Want is a need that makes life a struggle. It pushes man
to swing between the right and wrong. I have realised that this is the only existing thread through which life is weaved. Everytime I pick up the pen words seem to state this very fact.
Sometimes life starves you of the very thing that you think is the most basic.At that point of life
what do you do.Most of the time you disintegrate.The rock near the sea slowly breaks away beaten consistently by the gushing waves. Then we are fragile humanbeings made from soil and gifted the breath of life. Yet somewhere there is the desire to fight, there is hope that tommorrow will bring with it a new beginning a new sunrise. As paul Coelho aptly coins the term
warriors of light. Infact I will say we are warriors for that light. Our life is a ongoing struggle to walk towards it fighting aagainst the darkness that constantly tries to edge its way into our existance. But then comes a time when there is no energy left in you when hope itself deserts you and you are left with no option but to accept your fate.
They say that its a matter of those few seconds between winning and losing. I hate losing and life
has been a fight to win. But through every second of that struggle god has stood by me today he seems to have deserted me , I am sure that this is a lie that I am telling myself . He is there with you when you are the weakest he is your strength. Today when again I stand at the brink of disaster and no longer believe in myself I hope that he is satnding by me holding my ahnd and not letting me fall. Because this time I dont know if I will be able to get up once I fall. Life has taken away a lot from me and everytime I have been thankful for what I have. Its cloudy again and storm is brewing and my legs are very weak. I stand alone waiting to live the storm. Tommorrow is uncertain, today a lonely disaster. They say that when it gets very dark morning is just around the corner. This night refuses to passaway and with the prolonged darkness my ray of hope has jsut died a rather lonely death.
Photo Courtesy : Pandiyan http://www.flickr.com/photos/pandiyan/42012853/

Words

This is From Ghassan a darling friend.

something for you:

“Words, they can lift you up or pull you down...
They can make you smile or make you frown...
Words can give us hope or take it away...
They can change from day to day...
Words can be true or not at all...
They can help us grow or make us fall...
Words can take a heart or rip it apart...
They are so powerful right from the start...
Words can help us understand...
They also can be used to demand...
Words can be gentle, loving and sweet...
They can make us feel we cannot be beat...
Words can burn deep into a soul...
They can also take their toll...
Words should be thought about before they are said...
They can be hurtful when misread...
Words should always mean what they say...
They should make our pain go away...
Words are precious and cherished by few...
They should be chosen wisely by me and you.”

Trying To Smile

Lost in thought

kahin dekh rahe hai ki shayad chahat chupi hai,
chand ke achal se muskurah kar dekh rahi hai,
chamkati chandni jhilmila rahi thi,
hazar tookdon mein toot kar bikhar rahi thi,
parchai ban jati hain boondo mein,
ous ki choti palkon main.
zindagi kuch der ke liye asan lagti hai,
dard ko peeche kahin chod ke chal deti hain,
har sapna sach ke aghosh mein sota hain,
sunehar pal yadon mein kaidh hone ko betab hote hain,
ankhen bandh karne ka man nahin karta,
dar lagta hain kahin andhera gher na le,
hum se hamri chahat jheen na le,
kabhi kabhi ake dastak deti hai khushi,
kabhi kabhi keemat nahin mangti thodi der jeene ki

Life

Looking at life from a dual perspective is very important. It helps you not to be a selfish, self centered individual.Its been difficult for me though. Thus despite all my efforts towards being a
good individual I guess this one big flaw has coloured my several attempts to be the perfect kid.
I like my life to be painted with my colours,one for every emotion. Blue when I am calm, green when i am contemplative, red when I am passionate,golden when I am spiritual, purple when I am angry,black when I am sad and white when I am drifting. Its very unsettling when the picture I paint is less than perfect.
Every individual has a world of thoughts and beliefs from which he keeps on borrowing a shade or two. Most of the time these shades dominate his landscape giving character to the potrait.
A attempt to blend colours which dont come from the deep reserve within ends up in a creation that is not truthful, its a lie that is drapped with brushes of paint and left to dry. But today or tommorrow when the paint starts to peal the truth stands out exposed and vulnerable.
Living your dream versus living in reality. Its a dilema that is a part of each human beings everyday struggle. TO BE OR NOT TO BE. Thats the question. Happiness is not only about our dreams its about living others. The satisfaction that you get when you see the person for whom you have made surreal real is something that cannot be matched by the gladness of your heart when u live only for yourself.
Every Individual knows this, the effort is to try and find the conviction to bring it into functionality. Usually the only motivating factor that works is love. A emotion above all and is all.
I could have claimed to have understood the emotion. But as you cannot fathom the wisdom of god. Love is a puzzle that you cannot solve. It exists yet it doesent ,now you can feel it now it disappears. life is consistent it flows like river on a plain.Without any hurdles,without any obstruction.It meanders silently covering a mile at a time. Sometimes the skies darken and the winds blow hard, then it quivers uncomfortable with the sudden change in its everyday frabic.The storm comes and storm goes, life resumes its usual routine.
There is no place for anything volatile in a common mans life. There has to be a consistent thread that keeps the whole fabric togther. Sometimes you have to compromise on your colours,
a shade darker or a shade lighter will have to do. As long as the weave is even and soothing to the eye, life has to be seen as a larger picture not as a matter of a colour or two.

Khushi

koshish karte hain aj ko tham leni ki,
khushi ko apni muthi main bandh leni ki,
gam ke sayon se daman bachane ki,
dil ko rok late hain dhadakne se,
is khauff se ki kahin uski awaz sun na le,
ehsas hone se pehle dil ki muskhurahat koi chura na le,
itna kho chuke hain hum,ki khushi bhi ras nahin ati,
dard ka ehsas badha ke chali jati hai,
nazar main asson ki adat hai, khushi bewafa hain chidha ke chal deti hain,
gam apna hain sath nibhata hai.

Mohabbat

kuch alag sa ehsas hoti ha mohabat,
Dard ke mukbare par khadi hoti chahat,
Har pal mar kar khudh ko dhoonti huyi jhoonjhoonlahat,
Ek pal main duniya ki har khushi la kar godh bhar deti hain mohabat,
eK hi pal main zindagi ujjad deti hain mohabat,
Maloom hota hai ki jala degi ye shamma,
phir bhi jalne ki jaroorat paida karti hai ye mohabat,

Asoon

Baki ek hi asoon hain,
jo asmayish kar raha hai jeene ki,
dard hai jo majboor kar raha hai ki ek hi palmein khudjkhusi kar le,
apni zindagi uski nam kar de kambakht jo arzoo le gaya jeene ki.

Painting

Breaking away today slowly,
cleaning the webs delicately,
trying to peep into tommorrow shyly,
reflecting into the closeted soul,
trying to find answers,
seraching endlessly,
standing at a crossroard .
A road unknown is pitted against a road known,
A dilema that has been faced by a poet well known,
struggling,fighting,wriggling,yet unable to get free,
A life is full contradictions of ifs and would have beens,
but the final call is of destiny of what has decided and will be,
a path etched for you in the skies,a road that unfolds on this earth,
And all you can do is follow , silently with your dreams firmly held in your heart,
with the strength to live your life painted on a canvass of unceratinity with a brush of the
almighty.

HURT

Dreams have a life of their own, breathing, growing, coloring your vision with shades of the rainbow or smudging your sight with dark opaque shades. Astha looked out of the clear glass trying to trace the droplets of water trickling down unaware of their end. Beautiful they were with their shiny sparkly round bodies; she wished that she could rush like them, desperate to dissolve into the cosmos. Her hands were getting cold; she gets up from the couch and steps towards the kitchen wanting to keep the mug in the sink. Warmth always escapes her even before she begins to get comfortable; before she keeps the mug down she tries to scavenge the last bit. DONT! Don’t think, don’t dream, don’t desire, don’t look forward, and don’t want. She looks out again at the pouring rain and smiles, it was ethereal the picture outside, green touching the skyline, droplets crashing down on the with a vengeance, she took a deep breath to catch the whiff of the sweet fragrance that fills the air when the scorching earth drinks to its satisfaction. Then bit by bit the images start to collate, she tries to turn away, tries to run away but they seem to be pulling her, cajoling her towards their cozy existence, she reprimands herself but their grasp is too strong. They show her a tomorrow that’s so beautiful, so perfect how she can ignore, how she can not walk towards the world her world when it’s perfect, where she is loved and cherished and the queen of somebody’s heart and world. A very bad idea, escapism is like a drink, a temporary solution. The next day you wake up to a splitting headache. But that does not keep you from drinking again. But as they say drinking to express joy is not the same as drinking to hide sorrow. So finally with a lot of effort ground reality is embraced once again. Full stop. She gets up and goes across to the window and throws it open, wind gushes in with a vengeance pregnant with bubbles of water and splashes on her face she has lived the moment. The cold brings her back to life, the breeze brings to her doorstep the beauty of life and she leans across to catch as much as she can of this miracle. There is the faint ringing of a bell and she tries to catch its sound trying to place it into the puzzle of her mind and it grows louder and consistent. Its loud
Enough to drown her thinking, its hurting her now somebody is trying to talk to her. There are words in-between the harshness she can’t decipher what they mean.
She crashes on the ground writhing in pain. Suddenly the noise has stopped. There is peace. She slowly looks up at the whirring fan circling like a mad vulture,
She looks away. Life just refuses to let her live.
The noise had got her once again. It was not going to let go of her. It was here to stay. Everything that should be with her slowly finds its way out of her cosmos.
An empty nest is an open invitation to characters of destruction.
Lot of effort and she finds her two feet. Standing on them is difficult, she stumbles, nobody holds her, there is hurt. A smile adorns her face. Her stride is more confident. She moves towards the almirah, beneath a maroon sari lies her
Faith her dreams her life. He smiles at her his sweet innocent smile. She smiles back at him for the last time. Her fingers tenderly tracing the counters of his face. In a flash his smile had been broken into a million pieces. Hurt was hurt by her.

There was no place for him in her life.

Eve

Eve of tommorrow,
A today slowly dieing in the arms of yesterday,
Living a lie hoping for it to turn into reality,
Waiting,patience slowly ebbing away,
Belief slowly crushing itself under the weight of reality,
Pink no longer is life ,red is not my favourite colour,
colours are changing so are the seasons,
light is turning into darkness,
strength is what you have,faith keeps you going,
the wind is blowing strong,
roots are going to be uprooted,
houses are going to lose their rooftops,
people are going to lose their shelters,
Upheavel will reign,
In the mind, In the soul.
A silver of sunshine peeping through the blackness,
Life a a flow of tides sometimes a high and sometimes a low.

Sea Of Humanity

Mirage

Yesterday I though about love.Yes once agian ! why because thats the only reason why we are here in the first place,why we get up every morning and begin the drill called life. There are a
few people who are lucky enough to wake up to a life where they live the emotion.Others like me have to find solace in hope.That one fine day perhaps morning will bring with it not emptyness but a fullfillment. Few months ago I could say life was complete.There were fireworks in the sky and I desired nothing else but for the feeling of joy to to be nestled in some corner of my heart forever. There was denial also but then who wants to think about the future when your present is so beautiful.What I though was love left me with a acute heartache
a disillusion about the most potent desire. What was it I wonder? for somebody to forget a bond that was supposed be stronger than blood took less than 2 weeks.Blinking of a eye and two years of endless conversations,care,compassion and endless waits was just washed away.The tears were mine and eyelids were his. Then what is love a mirage. The moment you come close it vanishes and marriage is a compromise that waits to happen.

Conscience

I think man unnecessarily gets worried about life.The right things and the wrong. What he says
and does is a part of a pre decided puzzle which is played in the heavens above. Its written in the bible that Man can never be good enough to not need the grace of god.If God chooses you its
because of his greatness and mercy not becasue you have been a ideal human being.
Having sincerely endeavoured to be a decent human being and failed miserably.I have to live with the fact that I am not perfect,(though I would like to believe so :) ) .I have given in to the darkside a lot many times and everytime have cursed my mortal being to it. My penchant for a rum and coke on a saturday night with a malbro light for company and my biggest shortcoming. Expectation from a humanbeing.There is no happiness as in giving. I dont know whether to approve or not. Giving has never been a thought out process its been a no options have to do it kind of a act.Maybe thats what you call a conscience.

6 Day week Trauma

I hate working a 6 day week i mean isnt it enough that i slog for the existing 5 days with stress
levels hitting the roof that I have to spend the other two combating high blood pressure.
This new job had been a medical nightmare with my system revloting with a vengence. The boss
thinks that we have no life or rather should have no life every living moment is in the fear of
under achieving. Well I dont think things are going to change much unless my boss changes his
philosphy or i change my job. Both things as possible as karan johar being straight.
Anyways its 5 minutes to 7:00p.m and i want to go home......some more sulking can be done then though nobody can beat my brother to it though ......

Azmayish

Chahe hum khudh ko azma ke dekhe,
Har woh cheez jo hame bandhti hai todke dekhe,
kya is jung ka koi fayda hai,jab jise jeetna hai wohi hansil nahin hai.
Har waqt jab kuch dhoondla sa yaad ata hai,ye jaroor sochte hai hum,
ki sapne tode jate hain,har jhooth ko sach bana kar dikhaya jata hai.
woh jhooth ko hum sach mante hai aur pani mein uski tasveer dhoondte hain,
woh tasveer jo boondon se ho kar jhalakti hai,aur usko dekh kar hum muskara jate hain
jal mein ek sajish hoti hai,tum pe hasne ka irada hota hai,kuch der ke liye asman dikha ke
zameen ki haqeekat bayan hoti hai.
naseeb ko karte hain khada katahare mein aur kahte hai ki tum gunehgar ho,
Aur kar bhi kya sakte hai? Aur kar bhi kya sakte hain zindagi se ladte ladte thak chuke hain,
har woh asha tumhare apne paron tale marte hue,ahiste ahiste peeghalte hue dekhte hain aur khade rahte hain khamosh,
asoon aj bhi jalak jate hain lekin na jane kahan se chupke se palkon ki khidki pe dastak deti
jati hain.

HR Woes

Its the 31st of the month and this date usually makes me feel a little useful in life ! because today i usually get to see numbers that are going to get translated into a dinner,groceries,the light i see at night,the salwar kammez i am going to wear and that crazy smile on my brothers face when i let him talk a little while longer to his girlfriend on my phone.Well but today i am not feeling any good at all infact i am feeling very very angry ! angry at being taken for granted when six days of your hard work are just wiped away with a wave of a irresponible hand it just makes your blood boil.HR anywhere around the world is the most @$^&*9 department they thing that they are gods gift to the unfortunate extremely dumb asses who slog their sorry but every freaking day of the week including sunday.when 8 hours is all they will grace their chair with 5 times a week the rest two being the much needed break. When every freaking muscle in your body is singing a himesh reshamaiya tune.

You

Thoughts of you cross my mind
Every second that we’re apartI know that you’re the one for me
I knew it from the start
I dream about your smile
In the midst of a busy day
And thank my lucky starsFor sending you my way
My days are so much brighter
Since you came into my life
I see a world of beauty
Each time I look into your eyes
You bring out the best in me
You keep me standing tall
I’ve never been this happy
Till you freed my heart and soul
I think you are amazing
The best there ever could be
With no doubt I can tell
That you’re the only one for me

thinking of you .. :) Thank you ghassan for filling my life with words that still the soul.

Ghassan is a activist working in warn torn palestine.I have never met him neither will I ever.What we share is
a understanding that perhaps comes from the seed of grief,of truely comprehending what sadness is and of
trying to find faith in the swamp of disappointment.they say that the world is bound with energy every single living organism thrives on this rythum.Its perhaps on this tune we dance,with the silhoutte of darkness as a backdrop.

Friday Blues

I am not cut out to write stories not like i will not be able to but because i do not have the patience.Actually its pretty depressing I mean I always thought that it would come effortlessly.
But sitting in one place for a long period of time punching in words constantly trying to put put my dreams onto paper.Thats a Effort. Have concluded that i like my dreams in my mind space
totally untangible.Paper and black ink makes it look all real i dont like it.
But will attempt it nevertheless,dont like the sound of CANT.
I hate the whole world today.I guess not hate,just cant stand it today.would like to stay at home
and stare at my new BIG television.Have been like that for soemtime actually a week totally
BLAH...........................
The colour that i would actually like in my life is the colour RED.

A perfect Union

If I was sitting to write this yesterday words would have been a stream that flowed effortlessly.
Today is a different story....As they say Impact of a situation declines over passage of time and same is the case with my reflections.Its amazing how life turns out to be a reflection in a mirror.
Whats even more amazing is when it stares at you from a 75 mm screen.
For a die hard romantic ,auntumn leaves and melodious music is a sure shot formula of feeling of
being transported in candy land.Kank delivered all that.what it also delivered was a reality punch.Love can be so irrtaional at times, I guess its always irrational. A emotion that is perhaps
the most intense in the hierarchy cannot have a simple equation to it.
Fear of the unknown and the dark has always been a part of my psyche.Coming back home on saturday night when shadows lined my side,light dawned slowly yet steadily.Sadness always coats you with a film that suffoctaes every breath of hope.It takes a lot of effort for one to cut through that.That night I saw it happen,I saw myslef rise above the long list of wants that had
blocked my happiness and As I did that I saw the light that was evading me for the longest time.
Its not about how much love somebody else brings in your life its about how much you cna love soembody else.As a human being its not possible to keep aside everything and love everybody unconditionally,but it is possible to narrow it down to a select few and weave your world around it.
Yesterday night for the first time dreams were not about a union of a man and a woman it was a
union between a woman and child.

Water Water Everywhere !

Water ! thirsting for a drop,throat parched,dry like the barren land, water surrounding you
covering each and every patch of land devouring your existance wiping away your world.
Working for a medium that is supposed to keep the world updated on the incidents of importance it came as a rude shock when i came back home one day and switched on the television. Images of villages totally sumberged in the womb of angry waters,human forms desperately searching for a piece of land ,where they can rest for sometime where their life
is safe from dissolving into nothingness.millions of people displaced ,Lakhs of people evacuated ,hundreds dead.somewhere the numbers stop making sense and what is left is this deep sense of helplessness.
As i sat there dumbed and astounded,the dance of destruction is happening just a few hundred
kilometers away from me and i have no clue.Editorial call or judgement as they say nowdays
is taken in tandem to the target audience. A urban english news channel viewer i guess is not bothered about the devastation of this magnitude hitting its neighbouring village.What he is really intrested in i guess is the bantering of a old man who has filled his pockets with food for oil money or the new supposedly new kid on the cricket block.
seventy five percent of india is still rural,every peddar road apartment has some of its roots in some form or the other in the soil of the rural farm a ancestor or a help who has left his or her family to come and serve the urban rich. How can there be a disconnect ? what are we trying to say that our sensitivities are dead, that destructions steps away doesnt move us,that all that matters to us urbanites is hyped political contoversy and soundbytes of supposedly superstars.
I refuse to buy this theory I refuse to let anybody believe that are hearts have turned so cold ,
we are a nation of responsible beings where compassion reigns in our hearts supreme,where
we come out on the road to offer warm tea to stranded strangers wont we be concerned about
our brother who has lost everything in this wide world and looks at the sky with a drop of water in his eye.

My Weekend 5th-6th auust 2006

As the rain Gods partied in the clouds above.I spend quite a lot of time in front of my television
staring at tom cruise romance bridget jones.The assault of droplets outside my window and the
darkness that the clouds had cloaked the sky added the masala to my already dipping moral.
All that was left for me to dig into my freezer for that block of ice cream.(i dont like cold in cold
weather though.)But obviously that did not keep me from indulging in more karan johar cinema of the hollywood kind.By the time it was sunday evening i had hit a new low,and was on my third round of mush movie when my television decided to desert me too.I was all alone without fiction
to drown myself in, plan B was the radio.Khayamji was my company and his music dripping with
melancholy filled my world.I was having a nice time,well i know this statement comes as a surprise but a sweet melancholy is like bitter choclate.You have to aquire taste for it.

Badi and Me

She is more than a mother to me.She is the reason why i am what i am today.She may not have given me life but she has given me a reason to live.

Birthday Wine and Chicken !

Me And My Family

Passing thought !

I sit at my desk observing the excitement hitting my news room as lok sabha goes up in flames of dissent and avoidable noise over the leak of the pathak report.The importance of the whole instance totally passes me.Maybe because civics and politics has never been my strong subject. Group politics where a fading politician tries a last attempt to survive.I dont see whats so new or suprising in the latest breach of propriety in a land where politicians call the shots from the infrastructure of a jail,this just adds up to the list.We as a sea of indian humanity are used to it. What worries me right now is the cancer of mistrust that has relapsed in the body of trust between india and pakistan.The much ceased guns and going to be fired again,blood id going to be spilled of unsuspecting civilians and kashmir will gain be reduced to a sweltering hell.