SOME THOUGHTS...

What life is……..one can never understand….just when one thinks he has understood it, life serves him right…we are merely creatures dropped from heaven to get acquainted with human sufferings and ailments…for realizing the pains that can be inflicted by other human selves….we start our journey like a colorful butterfly who has just come out of its cocoon and spread its wings….after feeding voraciously on green leaves for a long period and crawling all day in a monotonous green body, the caterpillar, unaware of the calmness and the prosperity of the color, yearns for the wonderful colors it has the potential to reflect…..but soon after, it becomes exhausted of its tiring flights and approaches the end of the journey without even realizing it.

Similarly, on the way of life, we lose the brightness of the colors we initially thought would always surround us…life seems nothing but a bubble which looks beautiful and rises high…..yet it never knows, when its existence will be nothing more than a whiff which might have been a thing of joy for others but which will never be remembered once over… the only absolute way to live life painlessly is not to expect……but to keep walking……which is virtually beyond human capacity….and hence the sorrows…the scorch of the Sun shining above a passer-by is so intense that he can’t help but be tempted by a river flowing by or a tree, which, although distant in sight has a canopy large enough to embrace him…….hence deviating him from the way of life cleverly adorning it with twists and turns…..which are like the beautiful woods leading to the devil’s cave…the riddles required to be solved to reach there being the relations which unknowingly bind him and drown him into a sea of emotions from where he can neither come out nor dive deeper for the fear of losing himself altogether… and thus, he keeps floating endlessly looking for and awaiting the destination he has long lost but doesn’t admit…

This illusion, this false hope and this madness keeps him afloat…..pushes him forward with every ripple defending him from every turbulence…..to give every chance to destiny to enact what is in store for the swimmer who was once just a passer-by, who has now learnt to swim and is satiated by the worldly whims, so nothing more can tempt him….strengthened by the relations which had initially served as mere hindrances…to see the last ray of the Sun before it sets, so that those behind him don’t stop sailing….so that a passer-by keeps stopping at the bank of the river and give it meaning by quenching his thirst….so that he keeps visiting a lonely tree to take a sigh of relief in its cool breeze…so that he keeps telling his children tales of the fairy woods and not stop them from spreading their wings of imagination for the fear of the devil’s cave….so that the caterpillar keeps feeding on the leaves which would otherwise wither away and get soiled….so that the butterfly keeps soaring high in the sky and spreading its vibrant and jubilant colors…so that we can keep watching them in ecstasy hoping we could fly one day….

This is what keeps life going….appreciate every form of it…for you might not get a second chance…at least you can say you lived one of them….!

BLOSSOMING ~~~

 

The bud that was embowered is now by itself, 

To abide by the laws..

And grow up into a beautiful flower
That is destined to bloom and aromatize its suburbs !

But, the wind blows over the petals
The petals reluctant to open up, get pulled both the ways-

Eventually, giving up…

I’m in a mesh of thoughts
Thoughts novel and fresh
They compel me to re-consider, what it means to be happy !

A thousand laughing faces
But, still, the smile lacks…

A thousand arms ready to embrace
But, still, the warmth lacks…

Clusters of words being spoken and heard
But, none strikes a chord in my heart…

A thousand steps to move on
But, still, the path undone…
What my eyes await
And what my soul craves for
Is…………………………..

The stroke that can fill colours
In the shapes I’ve ever drawn
Colours vibrant and beautiful
Colours of life and love

That can beautify my carvings which are complete but unfinished..
Which are sharp and defined, but, waiting…
For that touch of finesse !
For the shades to fill in
Shades light and dark that can accompany me
On every path of life
Not like my shadow
But, like a robe
With which I can move on and walk against the wind !
And still remain embowered in its warmth and fine creases.

THE ART OF DUALITY !

Love makes life beautiful
With the beauty that is skin deep
But, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder….
The eyes that sparkle,
Not with any material joy
But, with the radiance of the internal cheer
That dwells in the heart
And rushes through the soul
Trespassing every vein to manifest its flight
Not with its wings that can be clipped
But, with its spirit that is airy and shapeless.
It soars great heights…
To coalesce with the clouds,
Clouds dense and thin that travel distances far and wide
Only to shower the contained ecstasy.
That sooths innumerable hearts
Making them yearn for more…
They thin out and depart looking for thirsty hearts
And the contentment that floods them by quenching the discontent
By satiating the insatiable
With the flow of ambrosia that leads to eternal mirth

Its said that………..

The roses bloom because of the spring
But, it’s the blooming of the roses that makes spring, spring !

The butterfly looks beautiful because of the vibrant colors
But, they’re the wings that make the colors meet our eyes !

The fragrance of the flowers attracts the drones
But, it’s the visit of the drone that recognizes the locked fragrance !

The river flows with the pride that it quenches many thirsts
But, it’s the thirst that compels Creation to make the water sweet !

The oyster awaits the fall of a single drop of rain
But, it’s the shell of the oyster that harbours the pearling drop !

The blade of the grass is beautified by the dew-drop
But, it’s the tip of the blade that holds the drop to shine !

The mother loves her child and nurtures its life
But, it’s the child that bestows her with the gift of maternity !

Nature reigns till eternity
With an aura of duality
To symbolize and signify the love that resides in every heart
But, the love is lifeless until one gives it
And soul-less until one receives it !

BEAUTY - A Rejuvenator !

I find beauty in the morning dew whose fall is awaited by the night thirsty creatures.

In the greenery that invites me to be embraced and is keen to be mingled with the mud when befooted.

In the sparkle of flowing water progressing since Creation waiting for someone to flow with it.

In a nest of care when the mother feeds its child beak to beak.

In the final stroke of paint that pampers every bud embowered in its leaves….the bud, that boasts of its tenderness when it is half-opened and of its flamboyance when it blooms happiness in two hearts, when all has been said by the petals and not words.

In the narrowest ray serene that emanates from the brim of the silver sphere….at times, shyly hidden behind the puffy clouds attempting to recollect its oozing purity, making vehemence pine and crave….at others, pouting its bosom, vividly defining its elegance paragon, quenching dreary deserts, overwhelming seas and oceans.

In the faint mischievous breeze that floats across my face to benumb my senses….to trifle with my hair and get entangled in its curls so that it can elude my chiding look and befriend my heart as it moves on

In the last drop of water that trickles from wet locks….that gives up its all to mark a trail of water, keeping it drenched in its love till life is sustained and making it yearn for the ambrosia when the bubble of life is nothing more than the invisible air.

In a sleeping face, undaunted of all worries, alluring me to experience the chant of a sweet little kiss to let all consciousness fade away leaving me in a state of charisma.

In the smile that says “All is good” when the road you are trudging seems all uphill and says “I am there” when you are amidst odds.

In the feeling that invokes a gesture when someone holds your hand and all beyond desires is achieved without a say.

Every beat of such feeling orchestrates my heart !
The music is tuned…
To the song of my soul
To the dance of my joys that soporifies me with the elixir of love that imparts life to this what we are leading and not living

UTOPIA

“I wish to sing the way you sing
I wish to fly the way you fly
Notes as light as your feathers ooze from my heart
And up in the sky, they dance and make merry
My bosom is filled with the essence of joy
A gush of thrill fills my every nerve
They are so exhilarated, they seem to conjoin
And weave tiny wings that could take me to a flight
To a world out of this world….Unexplored, full of incredulity
My very own land, the Utopia !”…………

……………said the little girl
To a hovering humming bird
Looking upto the sky
As if castles do exist in the air
Then turning to the tiny creature
With eyes as big as hers
The former almost a pool now
The latter still shining bright !

The little girl has grown up
And grown up within me
But, I still look for a flight
That could take me to the Utopia !

It’s the land of flowery grounds
All goodness painted white
Where blossoms form a patchwork all throughout the year !
All friends are nature gifted
Their smiles and bloom fail to fade….

I run in all directions
A foot here, a foot there
Like the wilderness, always bare !
Tickling and playing with the air
Which loves curling and then uncurling every strand of my open hair !

The waters call me, far and wide
Shining and sparkling in the never subsiding daylight
Unlike the world we live in…..
Where all is governed by laws at every stage of life
Joys and sorrows are flipped
All wings are meant to be clipped
Where tireless efforts can’t keep you from getting entangled in a mesh of reality whenever you rise above it forgetting the ugly faces portrayed by it.

But, that’s not the end !
My wings have strength unfailing
Which is bound to be prevailing
To soar high in the sky
To sprinkle joys in worlds unseen
To splash colors in the greyness
Till all Creation is serene…

I will move on….and it’s a promise I will !
Till the horizons of both worlds meet…
One of the reality
The other of my Utopia !

FOR YOU.........MAA

Oh Mother !
What should I do to depict you ?
Should I compare you to the sun, which burns itself energising others or to a river, which is another name of life for thirsty travellers.
You are the ocean when I am thirsty.
You are the oasis when I am deserted.
You are my lady personified, whenever I feel myself all alone in the miseries and in the uncertainities of the world.

The Search

Since the creation of man by God, The Lord, humanity has raced endless tracks and many a path it has trod.

Being gifted with powers a match to none, he left behind all creatures in his unparalleled run.

Clothed in wilderness and innocence of Creation, he raised from its laps abjuring primitivity and headed for even stars and what is not in Heaven !

Hallowed was his birth in the womb of Nature..that in the course of race grew fainter and fainter

Now, the track seems to dive deep down at the bottom as if Hell has replaced Heaven where darkness reigns fanthoms

But, wait, someone stands there who has not lost his halo

He is paving way for humanity, he is guiding every fellow

I wish that luminous flame could reside within all, that not only brilliantly shines but also kindles a spark in all and my soul !

It is not the momentary glow of a worm that makes men blind and falter

One can find in it the steadiness and calmness of the candle that burns at the altar

It burns itself to give light to others, still it loses nothing of its own

But, doing so, it only grows more lustrous !

He is the masterpiece of the Supreme Architect, he is most like the human, God must have ever desired to create

In this race of humanity, I was on the track of searching the counterpart of darkness

And the wishful search ends with the discovery of 'The Divine Spark'.

Blessed with an errand...The Peregrination

Drowned amongst petals with softness unfelt.A current of unbodied contentment diffusing and oozing. Paragon !
The gift of sleep being re-wrapped with care.To taste the sweetness of a jovial day that confronts.
The crystal clear dew locked with happiness serene.The physical counterpart of my soul being bathed by its life imparting drops.Sweeter than honey, more sacred than the Holy Waters.
My soul as pure as the whiteness of the day.The golden light irradiating me with all seven colours.
The stream of air rejuvenating the life in me.
Resolving and adoring my freely flowing hair.
Nature through with all its ceremonies.
Me,ready to sweeten the world with the drops still trickling that would quench the thirst of innumerabl hearts.To sprinkle joys amidst the odds.To paint the darks of the world with whiteness unseen where everyhting is placid and clear like eternity.
A wish to wipe off all greys with colours bright and beautiful.Inviting every being to get drowned in them.
The day passes by and takes a leave.The tranquility of the evening kissing it a bid.The horizons expanding with alluring redness.Ready to embrace the chant of night that slowly sweeps in for a Divine Reunion.It once again cushions me to cuddle and caress me.To wipe off the heaviness of the day.To narrate stories untold.The glow worms redim my suburbs.The stars wink at me for a magnificent journey ahead.Me again ready to sail above the clouds in a chariot of Pegasus to explore the worlds of perfection and fetch them to my people when the Creator blesses me....
With yet another day,
With yet another night !

Simple souls that impart life

I owe my life to my parents.I am grateful to them from the deepest of my heart for what they have made me.I wish that even the faintest region of my shadow be painted with the beautiful and divine colours of their greatness.

Let their blessings, principles and teachings be the ladder through which I can rise above clouds, the life jacket with which I can leave behind the stormy waters, the umbrella to protect me from Sun and the rains, the shield to confront even the toughest challenges of life.

They are the chords of my heart which enable it to beat and hum saying..................

Holy creatures dropped from Heaven

Bestowed with all goodness,but, no malicious burden

They only know how to love and pamper

Even their slightest chide is mingled with utmost care

They would make every possible sacrifice in the world without uttering even a single word

They would starve themselves to make their child live, laugh and prosper well

But, even the slightest remorse and expectation in them won't dwell

Their touch of care is like a free floating feather

The cliff of their shield, even, the strongest turbulence can't weather

They act as propellers throughout our life

They can shred their last drop of blood to paint us alive

Selfless beings that defend us from life's every whirl

They are the oysters that impart us the shine of a pearl

Even if you dislodge their heart and falter on your way,

The heart would sympathetically ask you, 'Are you okay ?'

Earthly beings or Gods, I still don't know what to call them

I think the Creator shaped them because in words, even He couldn't define them !

An old pal !

Truly named and rightly called, he is the 'Son of Christ'.The purest soul I've ever met and who cant even breathe the whiff of sin. His heart is of gold if that's the best comparison.He would silently walk in the footprints made by him as a play-mate.My old pal, Christy, carpetted my life with warmth and hopes in High School.His playful ways and humble nature can remind anyone of the childhood primitivity making him greedy, craving to abjure all ways towards materialism.I dedicate the following to him with utmost adoration...................

What should I do to depict you.

Calling you earthly would ill define you

A creature divine, sent by Lord, The God,

To add a pinch of happiness in this world full of odds-

An embodiment of virtues, compassion and affection

Pudged of grossness as if an incarnation

He sooths many hearts, relaxes many lips

He spreads radiations in the place he visits

The radiations glowed my life on the cherishable day I met him

They brightened it further since the day I understood him

In the early days, I thought him to be great

But, as time followed, he grew reverent and affectionate

He is as innocent and tender as a half-opened bud

But, at times, more caring than a mom to her pup

Anger and malice do not dare to touch him

Good things and feelings can't afford to keep away from him

He is a person, not only I, everyone likes and loves

He is more cute and adorable than a pair of doves

He gifted me with friendship when I had lost faith in it

He redefined the word when all others had fouled it

He is the brightest jewel in my crown, I would always like to possess

To be lucky enough to get him, I always do profess

He knows not how to hurt even the plume of a bird

But, once or more, I hurt him and thought I must have lost him

I thought him to be carried away by others

And so grew envious and suspicious

Then, he was the one to open my eye, He taught me to be patient and to rely

So, here, let me make the heartiest confession

My ways were out of sense of possession

The fear of my jewel being stolen..

The threat of my friendship being broken

Since men want their passion to be reciprocated

I desire my friend to always be bonded

And if at all, my friendship be true

Even if things go out of way, I have the firm belief I say

Time and distance may keep us apart, but, he will always remain in my heart

For, in my life, he's similar to none

I pray for his success and happiness to come.

Budding............

Sparkling shine in eyes

Soft innocent smile on face

The gentle feathery sense of touch

The ignorance of the worldly hues ----

A stage of least botherance

A stage of self satisfaction

Happy in one's own little world

Lost in one's own whim and fantasy,

The reflections of the past

Were still in my heart..

Unaware of nature's laws

I was glad to be a child !

But, lo and behold !

The reflections are gone

Only shadows left behind

Nature has enforced its laws

And acted upon me.....

New are my ways

Newer my thoughts

Strange are my likings

Never witnessed before.

My heart is winged

My mind now fleets

It takes flights of ambitions

On the wings of poessy !

The desire to rise above all

The willingness to stand apart

Whenever I step around

May spectators skip a beat of heart.

Growing love for colours

Choosy in moods and flavours

Imagination running wild

Yearning to be God's favourite child :)

A wish to do my best

To add a pinch of happiness

In this world full of odds

To spray a tint of love

To bloom a garden of roses !

May the Almighty shower blessings

May the womb that yielded me

Impart me such strength

That I leave behind marks

Even after I've tread the beach of life.

These unfamiliar desires

These passionate cravings

Compel me to ponder

Is this the season of budding.................!!!

CHILDHOOD IMAGES

The feathery white sheet that covers mountain peaks is only lifeless 'ice' when created by God.
It is the warmth of the Sun that melts it into water and means life to all creations...
 
It is the pull of gravity that imparts it motion and makes it flow...
 
It is the contour of the landscape that decides the direction of its flow !!
 
Likewise, it is God who creates us, they are our parents who bring us to this world, and they are our teachers who show us the way of life and teach us how to regulate our pace when leading it.My English teacher in the final years of school...Mrs.Parul Castle...is a name that is not only a word but a miracle that incorporates the 'warmth' of the Sun, the 'attraction' of the gravity and the 'features' of the landscape for me.

Our coming across each other was no less than a blessing for me.She has a seat in the heart of my hearts which can only be a divine wish. People might not witness her around me but I can still feel her presence.
Having been known to her only since a few years, to me, she is no less than a friend since ages.
I cannot justify the depth and intimacy of our association, still, a thought about her flashes across my mind transforming me into 'Alice In Wonderland' :)
The brightness of her sight even when she is not near me, the softness of her unspoken words, the gentleness of her touch without any physical contact and the communication with her heart without any network makes her my 'Lady Personified'.
Such inevitable and unparalleled fantasy and protection she offers, compels me to give her the status of God's most powerful manifestation - Mother.
The word self-encompasses everyhting in Creation or even that beyond its limit.
But, I do not have words that would encompass my feelings.
What she is to me, is unmentionable - something which only I and my God knows - or may be not even I !