Perceptions

This is the result of an experimental combo between Me and my Genius frnd Preeti.
Our styles,use of words and almost everything is different yet I believe the work has come out nicely, kindly comment.


Perceptions


Words and Words, I paint in my ink
With the brush of pen on this canvas of world.

Myriad hues of hidden,obvious clues,
soaked in juices of life, all sour and sweet.

Warm smiles, tears bitter,some happy moments & sad others,
I mix 'em all in cauldron of my palms,to make u a brew of life my friend.
(Gunjan)

The exuberance of varied hue,
The fates parody marinated in brew
Paints the ineffable logic of life
and whispers a song forever anew
Like the tears of the air shines as a dew
Like the shredded clothing is mended by sew
Endeavour to swim across the shallowness of life
Pervading smiles allover,returning destiny its due. (Preeti Venkateshan )

Wanderings of mind--Part 1

It grows dark outside my window on the third floor, as I sit alone and type.
Nothing as readable, just a few ramblings of mind fixed here. To locate my way back if I lose the path. Heat is a bit stifling and life too seems to have got stuck. So no rhyme, no rhythm, no reason. Come let's float in the flow, uninhibited without any struggles.

Sometimes a despondence creeps up out of nowhere, and grips the whole being. Losing into nothingness seems the only way out, but the path is uncertain too. So many people in my life, yet no one to who I can completely open my heart. A sense of responsibility and duty too hangs out, but towards what?

And suddenly you feel indifferent to all this hubbub and drudgery of existing. It all seems futile. No I am not being a depressed suicidal maniac, just plain bored of life.
It is like being in a party where no attraction or reason to stay is present, yet you can not leave for the sake of courtesy.

So I get up from the bench and start walking into the deep dark forests of my thoughts. Shrouded in mist and wrapped in cobwebs. Some memories so old, I forget what time forged it.
Is there a reason for memories to stay in your head? To warm you, warn you or hurt you repeatedly? I do not know neither I fathom. I continue my stroll as sun gives way to the approaching night. The river silently flows making a soft murmuring sound against the stones. A few boats with lanterns tarry homeward and someone plays a melancholy note on the flute.

far away mud houses are baked from inside by the kitchen fire, dark sooty smoke arising from the roofs. Children shouting and running around as the birds roost making an awful noise. A few stars appear on the horizon as if terrified to come out all together and shine. yet majestically night comes, wearing her black dress of darkness. she is a temptress, smelling all over of jasmine. The mesmerizing catwalk on moon rays and the teasing smile of cool breeze. feel like taking my shirt off and letting her kiss me all over. Soothe away all the weariness and worries. I light my cigarette and come back to my room, adding a bit of cloud to the air. My kiss to the mistress night;
I LOVE U.

Ek UR, SAAQI(has lot of urdu wods)

ek qatra maut ka, fir galey mein daalaa hai,
halak mein zindagi sokh rahi thee, usko numm karney ko.

Kahtein hain sabhi kay haraam hai, hothon se laganaa tujhey,
humnay kaha, qadr heeray ki toh jauhari hi ko hai naa?

haan barbaad kar deta hai badan ko, nashaa woh cheez hai,
par main toh apni rooh ko bachaana chahta hoon.

Khoon kay cheeton saysanaa hoon, masoom begunahon kay
muhabbat, mazahab aur khuda kay naam pay maaartein hain jinko.

Chund alfaz jo meri zabaan mein bol nahi saktey, yaa paida huye kahin door mere mulk se,
haq nahi unko khud ko insaan kehnay ka,to fir zinda kyun chodoon main unko?


Bus isi say dar ke ,thodi der guum ho jaata hoon is ajeeb si duniya say,
khud pee kay jo mast hai nafrat aur vehshaton ke jaam.


aur pata nahi kis moonh say kehti hai humko,

"ki uski beti nay chadhaa rakkhi hai duniya sir pay, khairiyat guzari ke angoor ke beta na hua."

I Loved you before I met u.

A long time has passed, yet I remember it clearly,
When a girl I was, strolling on the shores near my house.

No more a kid I was, and not yet a woman too,
but a longing so sweet in me, grew everyday silently.

A tide of emotions unknown, churned my heart
shying as I looked upon the waves so high.

Did I wait for a rider of storms, a priceless pearl of the sea?
The one, the gift of oceans to me, to be mine forever.

When we met first, I did not know this my dear,
Yet I felt, the river in me had found her destiny.

To merge in her sea and be lost forever,
To lie in his arms and sleep on his chest.

Till eternity we will be together my love, I promise,
and you and I will nourish this world forever and ever.

Definition

Sometimes a question arises in my mind, as to how to define myself. For that matter, how will you define yourself? Let us analyze the supposed answers. You will quote certain parameters saying at first, I am Mr/Ms/Mrs blah blah. Well, that would be your name and very nice to have your acquaintance, but that gives me a mere outer or superficial idea.
No, I do not ask for your genome map, still the name, caste, religion and other paraphernalia which you usually furnish as your ID proof, I am not asking for all that either. Those have been created by the society where you were born.
Sometimes I think all this identity business is the price we pay in exchange for our survival in a 'society', what do you say? And what to speak of the accrued conventions and rules over thousands of years that have been deigned as divine and thus final and binding. Aren't they more like oil in the bearings of this vast machine of the so called 'civilization'? Something, whose sheer brutality puts even the so called brutes to shame.
Oh I see! You have a perfect explanation. Reason and rationality. And what, I pray please tell me, is this rationality? As far as I see and believe, rationality in modern times is nothing more than an unconscious acceptance of the logical reasoning of a superior intellect, augmented or strengthened by use of the existing facts. However, we have had enough past experiences in the human history, and enough of them to prove that both the reasoning and the facts can be distorted and presented in a format that can be deceptive and manipulating.
Again reasoning in itself is an analytic and argumentative faculty. This is more or less is influenced by the surroundings and the mental conditioning we are forced into or to be more polite brought up as. So, we find people differentiating and fighting on petty basis of castes, religion and language, any of the above hardly being original to them. Also, the ways the facts are presented are of no less significance.
The means of communication and education are becoming more and more intertwined. TV, Cinemas, internet and so many other contraptions and enlightenments jumbled up together. Depiction and extolling of vices like crime and immoral habits. In the course books, the wars of barbarians are taught. The cultures deify warriors and wars; avarice is given new names as business and entrepreneurship. We are running a race like lemmings, only to finally commit suicide. A society that has become bereft of original thinking and humanitarian values which the greatest intellects and the softest hearts ever preached in the form of Buddha, Christ or Nanak or countless others. The only gods we worship are made of gold. A non conformist with the social notions of justice or anything for that matter is ostracized. Discrimination, linguistic or nationality based is rampant everywhere without an exception. The people are clashing and so are civilizations. The sheer amount of violence we perpetrate on our own race is mind numbing. Couple that to ever increasing lust of luxuries which are the breeding grounds of all the evils. What are left behind in this stampede are the reality and misery of hundreds of thousands of our own kind, to rot and decay and become the stuff for more history books.

The next question which arises is that of the exercise of free will and speech. Ever since human history can be traced we can see there have been curbs on the free will and thinking in some form or the other. Subservience to a higher authority maybe it is divine or some other form has always been present. Our parents decide what is good for us even after we are capable of completely taking care of ourselves. Any novel idea, if found not up to the understanding of the society is derided and termed as preposterous, however good may it be in reality. The freedom is then often exercised in other perverted forms taking the route of either drugs, alcohols or other such undesirable means. Though the link may not always be direct, some part can always be traced out. And the thoughts are the results of your social conditioning. Without a society to dictate you terms, what the thinking pattern would be is difficult to surmise. However a craving of this sort has and will always be there, as will be the eternal quest to find the answer to the ultimate question ‘Why?’

I could go on blabbering and still the result would be zero. I do not say I have any answers. I am as clueless and confused as any of you. But I dare raise the question, and I know that nobody else except me will give the answer and so I journey, to find one. Will you come along ?


DISCLAIMER:-

Thoughts are like waves in the ocean of the mind, hundreds and thousands of them. As in the ocean all waves are made of water but not any two are the same. They may seem so to a layman or an unobservant intelligent fellow too. Similarly thoughts echo but in different tones and if I am accused of any repetition of ideas, please bear with my human intelligence and capacity. Suggestions and criticisms are welcome all alike.

A storyteller

I stand alone, under the full winter moon, and gaze at it. The wolf's soul sleeping deep inside my human soul wakes up and watches with an unspeakable longing. I want to howl.
A weaver I am of stories, untold and long forgotten ones. A keeper of legends and myths , born of the truths absolute and so old. I gather moonbeams and sunshines, in the plains, the forest, the farms, the markets , the seas, the shores and everywhere. And put them on the loom of my imaginations and feelings, to weave a gossamer of your sweat and labour. Spun to fill the silence of this universe with the music of humanity, your joys and sorrows..
i paint tales of friendships, sacrifice and betrayals. Lands and fables where even beasts are brothers and trees whisper songs unsung ever from a mortal lip in the ears of air. To carry unto eons and generations the dance of life in all its majesty and cruelty alike.
Aye my friend! I sow my heart in the fields of your hearts and lives and reap the dreams, happy and dark alike. I prepare a flour of words, spoken, unspoken and unheard. Sift them and with waters of your tears and laughter knead them. To finally make a bread of a poem or a story that feeds the sap of your existences. and nourishes your soul to give the nature its due for everything you owe to her.
Come , sit here on this rock and let me tell you of a land where fairies played with butterflies.