Thursday, December 31, 2009
Ramblings of Mind-5
Monday, December 28, 2009
Baarish, Jungle aur main
Saturday, December 26, 2009
A walk in the woods, an autumn evening
A walk in the woods, quiet and forsaken,
As the season of autumn just sets in.
Trees are a thousand pillars, holding the skies aloft,
And the falling leaves trace a road, paved with gold.
A gentle cool breeze, accompanies me on the stroll,
She smells of earth and burnt wood in hearths.
The sun softly sinks away from the zenith,
And the blue sky is a pastel of orange and pink.
The merry brook plays a rippling lyre, on the stones
And the roosting birds o'erhead complete the orchestra.
It is the music arcane, a song of the forest's soul,
So old and yet so fresh; my heart's lost in a trance.
Am all alone by myself, perhaps the mirage of tranquility smiles,
As the twilight fades into a starry night; heaven a mirror of fireflies.
The silent night seduces me; an enchantress' temptations.
Far somewhere, on the edge of these treacherous illusions,
A pair of hazel eyes search for me anxiously and wait.
A sirens' song is all this scenery, I know,
Yet I shall be drawn to it again tomorrow.
Now, from this land of fantasy, I take a flight,
Go home, have supper and to kiss my daughter a good night.
Friday, December 25, 2009
SPRING
Broken wings; the butterfly cried,
The spring has forsaken her.
Soft, powdered snow clings to the earth,
Far away is yet the golden chariot of summer.
A solitary Robin waits everyday, for the day,
Its song shall echo in the valley of flowers.
Naked, expectant tender stems, bear the long pains
For the moments they shall deliver the joy.
Hark! The cuckoo has broken her silence,
A breeze of melody fills every breath with music.
Mango trees laden with humming honey bees,
The sonnets of the season sound so sweet !
Dreamy days are filled with heavenly stupor
And the warm nights heady with aroma; of wild green apples!
The halcyon has finally descended on earth,
Her raiment of white all draped in the silken rainbow.
A game of warmth and aromas; world whirls and swirls,
Another wink of time and the circle of life rotates once more.
The butterfly? Her wings are all jewels now…..
Gunjan (25/12/09)
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Ramblings of Mind - 4
There is simply too much cluttered inside. And as usual most of it is painful. Personal sorrows or something else, I cannot decide or rather am confused to. what is personal and impersonal? what brings about that distinction? why are there so many sad things happening all around us and inside us and we sit and let them happen"? Finally, either we shut our eyes completely and pretend that they do not exist or we find escapes. All our art and literature and sometimes even religion seems to be an escape from the unhappy reality we face.. all of us, personally, impersonally or collectively. And so we seek something either to pass time or to save us from the eternal hell, that is ourselves.
And most probably, even I may be doing the same..writing all that is coming to my mind. so that it does not torment me so much so that it makes me sleepless.
it is like a ghost in your head, which keeps haunting you both in awakening and dreams.
Is there a reason for all this misery and hatred and war and brutality.
people killing each other and themselves. The sheer brutality that makes hyenas and lions look like angels to me. why have we become so insensitive and callous to the pain and mischief we create for others and more for ourselves?
Is there an escape?????
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Name
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Death
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
A Wish....
Pale and somber, the last morning of November,
The first dew drop, on the fallen white orchid.
Simmering summer sun, or the blinding vine of thunder,
An enigma; kissed me with lips of mists and you hid.
Quietly, gently, silently, your footsteps of the lotus bloom,
Innocent smile of the baby leaf, and the eyes of skies azure.
Yet those lines of kohl, a border; an arcane forest's gloom,
Your aroma; with breeze it floats, my heartache's only cure.
A milky white swan in my heart's lake,
And a thousand raindrops drenching me; your laughter.
Rainbow hued fantasies; flights they take,
Ruby red wine lips; there taste lingers long after.
The melancholy tranquil, in shadow of the hill,
Echoing silence of fleeting moments passing by.
Though no blank space or chasm does it fill,
Still a haunting vortex of time rises high.
The pink rose buds smile and gaze,
I hold you, in an everlasting embrace
Daffodils swaying, set the valley ablaze,
I've touched the heavens; in your face.
A crystal blue rivulet, glides from the mountain,
As the soft, shimmering sheets of virgin ice melt.
And the young river is born, I don't know when,
The nymph of the valley, wears a silver belt.
The seasons have changed, spring is here,
Bees hum sonnets, o'er the sweet mango pollen.
I know you're gone forever, yet I look everywhere,
Beads of joy; from the life string have fallen.
Its all a game, the matter of luck and chance,
Just a sleight of hand; all's same in the end.
A last flickr of hope, lost in mirage's cruel glance,
Yet I wish, the winds of fate, in my favor I could bend !!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
An Ode to You
There shall always be an ode on my grateful lips,
For your twinkling eyes, which have kissed them my beloved !
When the perfumed moonlight kisses the virgin Arabian sands,
The fingers of my longings shall caress your sleep, as dreams of me.
Hark ! Somewhere far far away, a guitar strums the notes of intoxication,
Does it summon our enchanted loves to a tango of ecstasy ?
Seas frozen on the peak of Himalayas; the cold ice are my tears for you,
They will melt silently in the warm sunshine of life; the ever pure Ganges!!
How many ages have passed since, I have lost the count of my breaths now,
When the soft satin of your skin wrapped me in its embrace the first time ever...
And today a barren, haunting silence, like a huge, dead and cold glacier,
Quietly stands, where the gardens of our laughters bloomed in the springs..
A song, born when the tender lips of time first kissed those of the eternity,
It still resonates in my soul; a place hollowed by pain, when you left me forever.
The board of life, made of squared chunks of breaths, shades of black and white,
The hands of clock moves pieces at will, left and right and up and down; all of us.
And one thing that I know now for sure my love, after all these games,
Fate is the best player, the uncrowned king, of the Chess a round here...
Monday, August 24, 2009
The Rain
The sheet of green, all dry and dustladen,
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
HAUNTED HOUSE
A lonesome house stands; quiet or dead since long,
Colours of the walls faded forever; into nothingness.
Haunted, ruined remains of bricks and cement,
No doors, no windows; no owner, no tenant.
A hundred seasons, have gone by silently now,
And a hundred more shall; unnoticed, unwelcomed.
There was some story, as to why the house is so,
Yet even the winds have forgotten, those sad songs now.
I stand at my window and watch it,
Every day and night and wonder about it all.
And then I know, as I do everytime that,
I am the sea and the moon ; the haunted house ?
It is just my reflection in the mirror !!!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Phool
Friday, July 31, 2009
Let our shadows merge together in darkness.
Let our hearts beat with each other,
We are in an embrace, skin to skin.
Steal your breaths from me and let me steal yours,
Together we move up and down together; storms of passion dance!
Tattoo ourselves on one another, forever,
Your teeth sunk in me and mine in you, deep indeed!
Flames of love turn hotter than hell’s,
Embers of lust fly, burning us; damned to the core!
Our bodies are crushed in high tides of wildness,
As we battle to wrest our souls from one another’s grip.
Drowning in the seas of our own sweat,
We sail on each other’s body; making love!
The sap of life courses in my veins now,
I taste the elixir from its fountain; your lips!
Identities are lost, somewhere beyond everywhere,
Drunk on spirit of our souls, existence reels in a trance.
An unquenchable blood thirst; famished I am for your flesh,
Sands of eons trickle by, yet the hunger remains alive; for more!
Highest of gods I am; an immortal warrior!
In the arms of my victor, I shall sleep tonight….
Hookah
The pipe of love, I pick in my hands,
Quietly I savour the dusky smoke of life,
From the hubble-bubble, made of my brittle dreams.
Embers of time, slowly burn;incense of my hearbeats rise
Suffused of the inebriating aroma; of ripe apples ?
In dreamlands, far away, my soul happily flies.
With each hearty puff, a tender intoxication mingles,
Into the crimson ale, coursing through my veins.
A cocktail of joys and sorrows brewed, ages.
Ashes,flakes of memories, silently collect on top,
So soft! I tenderly touch.Yet they singe the fingers!
I simply blow them away, into oblivion.
Air,Water and fire, all jumbled together in harmony!
Yet seems like cosmos arranged in a bizzare mix of paradox.
Silently I watch the bubbles go up and down...
Puff, puff, puff !!!
Hmmmm
Well, it has been a long long time since I posted something on my blog. Why i write blog or anybody for that matter will always remain a mystery to me.Maybe we all want that piece of cake, which Mr. Andy Warhol immortalised as '15 minutes of fame' or maybe there is some spiritual purpose.
I think they might as well be like marks u put on a jungle trail..so that u can find ur way back. Only in this case there is no way back. Time is a forest that keeps on growing like some stubborn bush. And then these blogs will become like old sepia toned photographs in the Album as we had in the olden days.
May be U will come back , have a look and sigh at the good ol' days when something churned in u to type so many words, the meaning of which even u will not be able to comprehend after u have written them.Yet it is always heartwarming to come and have a sneak-peek at these frozen thoughts that have ran amuck in my three and a half pound brain for sometime and forced me to put them down on this electronic marvel of internet.
Right now, as I type all this, I am sitting in my company, Yokogawa's Saudi Arabia office. it is a nice place, save for the heat and the sand-storms that I have seen in a few days. The whole of world in a dusty haze as someone has given a good beating to an old dust-laden bedsheet. A fine spray of particulate suspended throughout the atmosphere, making it look like a hallucination. The work also is going at a slow pace in the office amidst the chaotic business issues.
My life itself has gone a little topsy-turvy. Though the reason I cannot disclose here, a few people know about this and I hope everything goes on smoothly without anybody being hurt, including me. On this trip I have seen how the world makes lying masks out of men and the selfishness is raw and scathing.
Reading only J. Krishnamurti; wish could have met the man and have a walk with him.The words are so simple and direct that they slip through the comprehension, which has of late become crooked. I remember a song by Enigma. It is called 'Return to innocence'. How fit a song!
Something is getting lost as the heart's sap of innocence dries in the sands of so called practicality and normalit. The quagmire thus forming corrupts everything pure, all around. the residue left is hatred, envy and anger.
Is there a way out of all this, not only for me but for all of us. Some want to find it and others are either plainly oblivious or not bothered to understand. Not that I claim to get the full meaning, yet I feel I am trying to.
God ! i must be going mad, with all this mad blabbering and typing.Hope no one reads this blog..
Am stopping here..hope to return sometime with a calmer and saner mind..
Adieu...
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I stand on the edge of the cliff, land beneath my feet,
Down below, the tempestuous sea roars, seething and churning to the core.
Way above me, are the black sheet of skies, bedecked with pearls of stars
And the moon hangs like a solitaire, glowing dimly as a candle light.
Clouds waft away in the horizon, smoke rings from my mouth as if,
The salty smell of the cold breeze in my nostrils; thirstily, for more I sniff.
A silent silence echoes deep within me, deafening the core of my existence,
I clasp my ears, lest I swoon in a trance of this quiet solitude, no escape from thence.
The winds whisper treacherous songs of the sirens, I stealthily long to hear,
A lullaby, to lure the tired mind and soul in an eternal sleep; to me it’s so near.
Moonlight now blinds my eyes; I can’t bear separation from the enticing dark,
Waves understand my agony perhaps; they shriek for the pain in me. Hark!
Countless memories and a hundred unfinished nightmares huddle together to clutch me,
And scream and howl; a thousand banshees they are, dancing to the Devil’s tune in glee.
The hounds of hell and the demons of my being, join them to rip me apart,
I stand smiling, watching them tear and eat and drink the blood and flesh of my heart.
Smoked the day’s last cigarette and I tighten my jacket; the chill, in my throat, raises a lump,
I walk to the edge one last time, look below in to the abyss, close my eyes and Jump!!!!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
A song for me
On the wings of my spirit, I shall rise again,
From the black abyss, of my lost self.
Deep and dark have the forsaken paths been,
I have long walked all alone, in moonless nights,
Searching for a dawn, where a sweet sunlight,
Of peace and hope welcomes me, all smiling.
A burnt and parched stretch of earth I have long been,
Where are those torrents of Love, to wash my pain and sins?
Yet in the arcane, forgotten forests of my heart,
A nightingale still croons the songs of eternal love.
I shall stand on the snow clad peaks, the silence of space about me,
And on the flute, with the breaths of life, play a note of final bliss.