Sunday, April 3, 2016

falling yet flying

beautiful everything!
yet my non-resonating soul (sigh!)

everywhere
blooming flowers and blossoming smiles
bright sunbeams and glowing faces

but 
my agonized existence and my blazed faith 
my gloomy life and my banished soul 
i cry and i bleed

yet 
i live with hopes held high!

someday 
the revered sunbeams
will invade and subdue the darkness...
the ever blossoming smiles of the flowers
will bring smiles to my malnourished soul

and
As my soul falls through the gorges of my pain
i will fly through the valleys of  my joys.
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Monday, January 18, 2016

love at first sight

this "being" took my heart away.
i would like to call it "Jasmine"

Jasmine
On a busy road Jasmine found me. The question still goes in my mind - Why me?
In a place like Delhi, people(strangers) don't usually communicate, they don't have time for strangers which is in itself justifiable but still....
Out in the hassles of this city Jasmine found me. She just started following me, I took it casually as anyone would do the same. I stopped at a stall, asked for a juice for myself, Jasmine was staring at me persistently, then I figured out that she must be starving and expecting someone to feed her. The store keeper fed her biscuits. She reacted as if she didn't like the biscuits. I thought "ok, may be you are not hungry. "
I had to go to the other side of the road, so i started crossing the road which was in itself a big task, i realized halfway, Jasmine was following me! Startled I was! As crossing the road was not an easy task even for a human let alone Jasmine. A car driver was kind enough to slow down for Jasmine to pass, then I helped her to cross the other half.
I was walking down the road looking for an auto Rickshaw or a bus towards my destination. Jasmine was following me like a child follows her mother. I wondered what if Jasmine was starving but she didn't like the biscuits. So I looked for a stall again and fortunate I was to find one! I asked the owner of the stall- what would she eat? He responded as if i was not serious as anyone would be suspicious about what i just asked, no one cares what a stray dog would like to eat. He said biscuits, i said no!
He suggested may be omelette, I said "ok" , there was no harm in trying that.
To my surprise, she started eating that, then I figured out that -Yes! she was starving.
Just as she started eating. I saw that the bus i was supposed to board was rushing towards the bus stop which was 10-15 steps away. I thought now that she found something to eat, she wouldn't follow me and even i wouldn't have that bad feeling of leaving her hungry so I ran for the bus.
I boarded the bus and took the seat. This is the point where I got my goosebumps and a very strange feeling which I had never had for a being other than human. Jasmine was at the bus stop, she followed me, I didn't realize, she left the omelette  incomplete. The bus had already started. I just felt something very different(indeed with a guilt feeling). Jasmine wasn't starving, Jasmine was looking for a company in this busy city, where no one has the time. I feel bad as Jasmine again proved that money can't buy happiness. You need to spend time with your loved ones, you need to find time for those who care about you. You don't need money to be happy! Happiness is being together!
I feel bad for I couldn't give much to her but hope keeps us alive, where, to meet and part is a way of life and to part and meet is the hope of life!

Friday, September 18, 2015

among the valleys of my imaginations

among the valleys of my imaginations
there are soothing aromas of wild floras
unfurling the memories attached

among the valleys of my imaginations
there blows the gentle breeze
riding that swift wind-horse
i gently get vanished into the horizon

among the valleys of my imaginations
there are places where i sit by a brook
i listen to the melodious melodies it makes
the hurdles of mighty rocks brings forth the melody
the rocks that impede the flow makes the music.
           Things that hinder me in my life makes my life melodious.

among the valleys of my imaginations
i sit by you and every time a new mystery land unfolds,
new memories are moulded, new heights scaled.
among the valleys of my imaginations
your valley is where i believe i belong.

with you by my side,
valleys of my imaginations will grow into valleys of  my life.

Friday, August 28, 2015

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Tuesday, July 7, 2015

 
why i feel so lost all the time
even though there are so many places where i belong
why there is not a specific purpose of being
although there are so many means to be just alive
why people don't help each other 
when they know they themselves need help all the time
why is there so much money all around
when food is all we can ingest 
why is there so much of whyss in my life..  

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but anyways it feels good to be lost 
i can't fathom where  would i be
i can't imagine how would be i be
Iffff I were A DEFINED CREATURE
i love myself to be a RANDOM undefined BEING
(well i think i just defined myself... )

Sunday, June 7, 2015

abode of our memories

smile and that smile
will echo through the mountains of pain
and unleash the joys of beasts
smile, cuz that smile can
liberate the burden of thousand Sisyphus(es).
Smile for that smile smiles through the sorrows,
sorrows of joys, sorrows of sorrows. 

as your smile swifts softly through
the gushes of my violent streams of emotions
they become gentle waves caressing my whole existence.
for only then, i bask in the sunshine of my own-self.

the beauty, of everything when seen standing on
the shoulders of your smiles, becomes
million times more beautiful.

engulfed in the trenches of your smile
i can breathe more, that is the irony of my life.

Monday, May 25, 2015

beautiful

beautiful were the times
when all we worried about was 
how to sneak out of the house
without being caught by our parents
playing for long hours 
those were real good times
playing with friends 
friends who had no expectations 
friends with whom we used to fight 
but the very next moment 
we become more than friends - brothers.
No comparisons about the faces
that had to be made just to 
overcome the furious state of the elders
after we did something unworthy 
but then no vengeance, no retaliation

real good times were those
the streams, the lonely roads, the trees,
mountains or anything natural
(all that we NOW find click-worthy or pic-worthy)
used to be FUN-worthy
where we used to play until our body ached
where we used to laugh until our lungs came out
but then none of the acts were fed to our ego. 


UNLIKE now

when everyone is lost into 
the business of feeding their EGO

why can't we just STOP and start LIVING 
why can't we just UN-grow and become a KID again.

I don't want to grow, if growing is growing my ego.
Alas!
as always it's easier said than done. :(