Snow-Falling-Effect

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Robbed

Somewhat confused, looking for something,
.. lost, on a detour probably, 
You stumbled in my life and I tied you here.
Smiling and pleased, 
I treasured you like the other half of the sphere
between reverie and dreams, beyond time, across distance,
in that sheen on my lips, like that star in my eyes, 
in my soul, my dear.

I wondered if you were ever true, 
yet, with you alone, to the bleakest place,
 I would have gone
To see that lit up face of yours, at times, I ignored the humiliating pain.

I loved the banter, being daft and inane, Neverland it was where to the moon and back was my affection for thou,
And my name with yours...
uttered in the same breath,
to hear that, I would have tied... 
rubies from the Gul-Mohar  boughs


Then, the kind truth dawned, not a revealation; I knew it all along...
You are wind, you are moon, can't be tied, can't be held, in a place for long..

shards of dreams still prick my eyes... singe my heart,
As I weep bitterly with stifled cries  
O wanderer, you won, 
You are free, so am I.
But reverie or dreams, happiness or smile... 
I now have none.



Sunday, July 09, 2017

Anticipation

Anticipation... the best hope, the best joy one can ever have before being hit by ANY reality.
Anticipation is the celebration of that feeling that our hearts still have desires..That we still have a bucket full of  wishes left, which can cause butterflies to flutter mad in our tummies and goosebumps to convert our translucent smooth skin into a spiked up surface of that rougned up rogue moon! To get these jitters, this feeling just by a mere thinking about our wish list, our desires, our hopes and the future is wonderful!

Buddha says not to give in to desires, not to have them in the first place but, my understanding or may be, my alleged denial syndrome to deny things which I don't like, make me understand him this way that he never asked to tame them either.
He meant to conquer them.
To have them but not to be a slave to them. Just like the Hindu scriptures-त्याग सहित भोग। To savour without getting attached, to relish and appreciate while staying free!

Similar freedom I experience with this word anticipation.

Anticipate that family  trip, that one meeting, that one date, that one excrusion, that perfect lecture... Don't expect or invest precious life energies thinking about the outcome.
Enjoy the preparations, the journey, even the wait.

Krishna says, " karmne vadhikaraste ma faleshu kadachana"
To perform the karma with utmost sincerety and perfection and, not to worry over the result!

Gospel says, "In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade."  (1 Peter 1:3b-6)

To me somehow everything boils down to the same that is, not to expect but enjoy that tingling of anticipation with a bated breath, and excited fervour but yet an unbelievably calm mind. To understand that Life is not what we are planning , trying and expecting it to be but , it is what is happening right then when we are busy planning it out!  Remember those times when you were packing bags for a short two day trip  brimming with that joyful anticipation of what's in store? Or those bridal tears and bridal laughter infected with nervous anticipation for the new life!
Life happens and we are bound to relish every experience if we alter out perspective just like we adjust the mirror to avoid or let in the sun in the kaleidoscope as per our whim.

There's is nothing which is bad, just different. Anticipate for the best... It's dreamily real.


Image : sunshineblueclouds

खाली मन

                                                       


                                                                  रुपहले चाँद से झूठा,
                                                                  जेठ की धूप से तपता
                                                                  तेरा आना तेरा जाना

                                                                  करौंदे सी हरी खट्टी,
                                                                  कसैले नीम से कड़वी
                                                                  तेरी बातें तेरी चुप्पी

                                                                  फसल से लहलहा बढ़ते 
                                                                  सुनहले धान से जगमग
                                                                  तेरे किस्से तेरे वादे

                                                                 कड़कती ठंड से चुभते,
                                                                  बर्फ़ के फाहे जैसे सर्द...
                                                                  तेरे ताने तेरे शिक़वे

                                                                 समंदर से बड़ी खाई,
                                                                 पहाड़ों जैसी संगदिल सख़्त
                                                                 तेरी वो ज़िद, वो खुदगर्ज़ी

                                                              
                                                                 और, राह के फूल सा तनहा
                                                                 कुम्हलाए से, दिन गिनते
                                                                 ये खाली मन, भरे नैना






Image : From my sketch-book

चुप्पी - silence                                                                                                                      बर्फ़ के फाहे - snowflakes                                                         ताने- gibes                                                                                                                            संगदिल - stone hearted
राह के फूल- roadside wildflower                                                                                     तनहा- lonely
कुम्हलाए-  withered and downcast                                                                                   खाली मन- bleak heart 






Sunday, July 02, 2017

Yearning : Haiku







                                                                                  necks arched, poised for flight
                                                                                     with wings of white marble yet
                                                                                     the soul is free... light


                                                                                    perched atop high walls
                                                                                    ready to soar in blue skies
                                                                                    yearns heart caged in stone





 Pic credits : sunshine n blueclouds





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