An Incessant Pursuit

The mellifluous song of 2015 nears its closure, as the dawn breaks off and the dusk sets in. Reflecting, I believe, that it is gloom that should be ephemeral, and glee, perpetual. With each immense storm wave crashing against my boat, I learnt to maintain my equilibrium and row my boat more meticulously. I learnt that life comes in twos- it is an aesthetic journey of ups and downs, of highs and lows; of the haunted nights and all the mess hemmed in, and of the pacific raindrops I drenched in. You are here to get swallowed up; to lay your raw, beating heart naked, hand over the keys and surrender. But remember to have compassion for yourself for I can be kinder to the world only if I am kind to myself. I learnt to polarize my attention on the sweet smell of the rose, rather than counting the thorns. They will prick your soul, but you, young stalwart, have to forgive them and greet them with a smile. I understand that people are good at heart, and that in spite of everything, Life

Come, quest for the depth of her soul Light the candle of her desires And melt her spiritual equipoise with your uncivilized sensations. For she is a chaotic beauty, shrouded by obscurity Fettered by fear, binded by sorrow on silent lips. She has reached from pain to poetry to daily madness A hurt bird lying in the middle of the field With void eyes and an abate heart. She is clever at masquerading but wishes to be trespassed today, Come, Rummage and dredge up her psyche. Take the floor and measure her in much depth But don’t ask the meaning of any word she utters, Lead her like a child by the hand And feast her with gentle kisses tonight. Ignite passion in her loveless eyes Fritter away her sorrows and nurture the richness of her disorderedness, Be her warrior, tonight. Calm this mythical figure and she will reciprocate the love manifold Embrace her restlessness and she will untangle every string of yours, She is craving for your stren

A spur of moment and the radiance on her face was washed off by the drops from paradise. She heard the rumbling of violent storms, but failed to recognize the source- whether it was her feeble heart that roared or the nature that thundered. The ambience of merriness around turned into howling screams that couldn’t be tolerated. Nature was in her full spring; bright, pleasant encounters everywhere but the rains made her sink deep down a dreary, dismal abyss. The void space embraced her with a gruesome alienation. Terrified, she looked up to the heaven hunting for answers. God smiled today, sardonically. The frontage view got blurred. It was hard to figure out whether the liquid sunshine barricaded the view or it were her tears that clouded the sight. She needed someone to hold her, to walk with her hand-in-hand and tell her things would be ironed out. Someone to seize her, comfort her, just when her feet started trembling and her confidence started taking the count. Showers f

“You appear to be more like a lion to me- fierce, vicious and stalwart. A wild animal who shields his comrades and makes sure they are fenced and protected. You are a guardian, my dear king, who will go to any extent to see his folks get a sound sleep. But, what about you? Will you get a sound sleep after entering into your dark cave tonight? Mighty king, you did your part today- some were gratified by your deeds, others were displeased. You played a fair game and that is what matters. And now, when the sun has gone down, you return back to your cave. The cave is dark and cold, and you are aloof. You look sunburned today, I espy some emotional scars on your stout soul. Your loud roars turn into wails, and that is when I feel the need to step in. My footsteps haunt you. The cave again goes wordless; you retort, growl and command me to let you be. No, ferocious king, I am not leaving you this time. Parting would be hard for us, so let me in. I want you to usher me to your vulnerable

वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो दूसरो की चिंता छोङ, उसे एक बार गिरने तो दो आगे बढते हुए वह चोट भी खाएगा पर एक बार उसे चलने तो दो। वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो पछतावे, गिले, शिकवे- दिल मे लाने तो दो खुशियों की राह पर गम तो होंगे ही पर एक बार उसे खङे होने तो दो। वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो शैतानों की इस भीङ मे शायद वो आज बिखर जाए अंदर का इंसान शायद कही सिमट जाए पर एक बार उसे खुद को खोने तो दो। वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो आज नींद मे देखे उस सपने ने उसे जीवंत करा है विफलता का खौफ भी दिल मे जगह बना रहा है पर एक बार आज उसे सपना देखने तो दो। वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो जीवन से थक कर शायद आज वह अपना संयम खो दे तूफान भरे समंदर मे आज शायद वो हिम्मत हार जाए पर एक बार उसे इस समंदर मे अपनी नौका की सैर करने तो दो। वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो शायद वह उन अपेक्षाओं पर खरा ना उतर पाए बेबस होकर आज शायद वह हिम्मत हार जाए अगर हाथ ना बढा पाओ मदद का पर ना काँट देना उस उङते पंक्षी का आज एक बार उसे खुले आसमान मे साँस लेने तो दो। हक किसने है दिया तुम्हें उसे कुचलने का जमीन से उग रहे उस पौधे को पेङ ना

Long live the pioneers Rebels and mutineers Go forth and have no fear Come close the end is near Come, let us go to a place unknown, where we won’t be ourselves anymore. Let us pen unlyrical songs and create magic from our madness. Come, let us wander with no fancy ornaments or gizmos beside, that could throw off our creativity. Yes, breathe, and roll down the hills. Come, come and stare the dead fallen leaves incessantly. Stop befooling ourselves and face the truth instead. Shriek out loud and let your wicked grief out. And yes, don’t forget to wear your heart on your sleeve. Let us peer the bountiful nature and drink its pleasures. Just for a stretch, can we be our own selves, not hungry for anyone’s acceptance? Come, let us rip ourselves wide open and leave ourselves naked. Let that trembling anger out in the woods for the nature to soak. Come and be an observer, and let the nature govern us. Run; run until these knees turn green. Let us breathe this freedom and feed

She needed a Shut. A complete barricade from this hypothetical world of good and bad; to an empty field of nowhereness. She realised she had gradually begun shedding her covers of innocence and truthfulness. A mirthful girl changing into an enigmatic elf. Human voice no longer interested her. Deep inside, the turmoil was growing extravagant that she knew she needed to hide. The speedy waves could otherwise wash away everything. She had been harmless all her life, but was now growing into eternal, intriguing mysteries. Dark places gave her solace while populated places haunted her. Her heart became a secret garden with high walls. Sunsets fascinated her more than sunrises. Was she hallucinating? Her wide eyes gazed a faceless object she craved for. But what did she crave for? Did she yearn for a vacuumed space? Oodles of questions clouded her mind for which she did not seek answers for. This day was different. She did not have the fortitude to face the truth. The feeling when you don’

And you suddenly feel disconnected with this world. This vacuumed space suffocates you. People striving unnecessarily to achieve something that is no less than a mirage sets you in a disarray. And the fact that even you become a part of this blind race ruffles you. People who wish to stay connected with the world while losing touch with their own selves. Who find faults in everything, but are reluctant on finding faults within themselves. A world that gets arrested to the beauty that will fade someday, but bothers least about the purity of the soul. Where emotional scars rake the heart but solutions are meted out with barely a whisper. And we call ourselves humans? Where life has become a constant grind from sun up till sun down. Where we fail to steal time to stand and stare this bountiful nature. Where opinions are the cheapest commodity. Indeed, we are humans. Where people are enamored at the idea of becoming somebody’s rather than somebodies. People who barricade the

The scariest part is not losing someone or something. What is scary is when you have lost touch with your own self. It is when you are happy in a group of people, but gloomy when you are alone. It is when solitude kills you and you stop being happy by yourself. That is what chills your spine and alarms you the most. When you have lost touch with your inner rhythm and have become incomplete, and you need people around you to company you, to lift you up, that is what is fearsome. Nobody could mutilate you without your permission and no one could please you as well. Yes, people are going to hurt you. There will always be an incompatibility of temperaments between you and the person you love, but the relation will only go serene when you are at peace with your own self. The eerie numbness that surrounds you the moment you get detached with the outer world is not a good indication. I say, divorce yourself from the outer world and marry your inner rhythm. Know yourself, have a glimpse

A destination, which is shared by all A place so dark, a destroyer of worlds No people, no feelings, only a peaceful tenebrosity There is no return from this painful truth No homecoming, no undoing things Fragmented wishes, unexecuted promises haunting the nights Your life has been recasted permanently A heartache, a heartbreak, a woe, a despair A memory no one could ever nick You sink deep down an abyss The scent fades from the pillow, unheard cries in the room The Dead has set sail on a ship that would never return A catastrophic earthquake that rifts everything apart A hole in your heart that would never grow back A hurt worse than the emptiness that existed before they came And you silently wish you had one more conversation One more chance to make them stay, forever You are weakened in your knees, your heart gets numb Like you are surrounded by an aura of ample of gravity There is a longing deep down to

“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”   ―   Stephen King ,   Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption: A Story from Different Seasons #photography

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There I espy, a band of dreamers With their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground, Serene are their actions, unbothered by petty pursuits Eyes glittery, nerves dancing, as the lucidity of their dreams fathom, They have shed the shackles of selfishness, hurt and fear Morphed into humans- eloquent and clear, An aura so charismatic, a chutzpah so mesmerizing Not sounding like everyone else, instead sounding better, Unruffled like a crow on the scarecrow Quenching every hiccup in their mind with their hankers, Souls who turned their phantoms into discernible doves Who sound utopian, but are pragmatic Verismos, Meet the unbridled forces of nature, a chrysalis for the future Not taproots but rhizomes, ready to spring anywhere, They venture to think the unimaginable, envisage the unthinkable And toil indurately to achieving the grail, Join them someday, believe me; you will love it up here!

In a farland I stood there Humming my own songs, playing by my own Until someone came and whispered back my songs Making them complete, articulate and sweet I searched for this soul with this baritone voice Only to find a man so handsome He was God’s spirit everywhere, and was stronger than the ages The angels of love floated about, singing the praise of the soul’s deed We came close sheltering ourselves from humanity As if hiding ourselves within ourselves, Him fondling my face gently And tears coursing down my cheeks “We must now part my beloved Love hasn’t chosen me her delegate, and cupid doesn’t favour me But do stay awake in the silence of the night Let the clean breeze carry your love and affection I shall now separate and  go back to the farland Hum my own songs, play by my own”. So here I leave a life behind Secret angels carry me his complaints As the spirits in the air sense the breath of this dying youth. Alone I walk again, far b

जीवन मे लाख गलतियाँ है मैने की, इन ममता भरी आँखों मे आँसू, है मैने दिए, पर तूने गले लगाकर मुझे हमेशा माफ किया, राह पर डटे रहकर मंजिल को हासिल करना है सिखाया। हैरान हूँ मै एसी निष्ठा और करुणा भाव देखकर, कैसे कोई खुश रह सकता है इतना सहकर, छमा माँगती हूँ मै, हाथ जोङकर तेरे नरम दिल से, भर दे मुझे भी तेरे लाड और प्यार से। हजारो दुखङे तूने मेरे सुने, उलझने मेरी तूने सुलझाई, कभी अपने गम भी तो बयाँ कर, वो सुनहरा गीत गाकर हमे आशान्वित कर, उस बंद बक्से मे दबी आशाओं को उजागर कर। हमारे गम मे रोने वाला, हमारी खुशियो मे हँसने वाला, एक सुंदर चेहरा, सारे जहाँ से निराला, हे ईश्वर! जीवन मे कभी कुछ दे न दे, यह माँ का साया कभी न हटने देना। बहुत एहसान है तेरे मुझ पर, सोचती हूँ क्या कभी चुका पाऊँगी, गनीमत होगी उस खुदा की अगर, तेरा एक भी ख्वाब मै हकीकत मे बदल पाऊँगी।

“...dusk is the time when men whisper of matters about which they remain silent in the full light of the sun.”  ―  Simon Raven #photography

A muted cry amid her umbra fears No one to lean on, no one to hear; The purple prose of her life dissipated Darkness, cold and anxiety congregated. Sinking deep down a bottomless gulf, an abyss Unaccompanied, she lay in this extensive metropolis; Musing over the Gordian knot, she mystifies Grabs a pen, a notepad, hesitates a second and writes. As the ink spreads over the piece of paper She gets a breakthrough, and becomes a spellbound creator; She goes ahead seeking an evasion from these filthy cages To a kingdom of quietude, she has longed for ages. In times of bliss or gloom, be it felicity or blues She has stood by her own, not one of those stereotypical hues; As she spills her soul out onto the textured canvas Desolation has ceased to exist, warm fuzzies are now her focus. This mighty pen taught her magic and wonder Revealed heavenly secrets that the tongue could never utter; She now pioneers an indelible odyssey Uninfluenced, unperturbed, sproutin

“Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart?”  ―   Nicholas Sparks ,  The Notebook #photography

A hand rests on your shoulder You wipe your tears to get a clearer view And turn around to have found someone smiling and staring at you The dark corner of your heart lightens up to have found him You hold his hand; sob inexhaustibly ‘I have come here to untie the entangled threads of your heart’ You smile relieved, you found someone to share your problems with The jaw distances itself, the mind searches for words, the heart fills with emotions, the eyes get blurred ‘The secret storm will evade now, he will definitely find a solution to all the troubles in my life, the pessimist spiral will be no more in place.’ You bow down, the grin widens Radiantly, you look up. The reality strikes, you feel a pang, an adrenaline rush The room again gets empty, you stand there all alone ‘Where are you? Look, I need to talk. This little heart and brain of mine will burst now. I need answers. Come to my rescue.’ Utter silence in the room; loneliness thumps you You k

An eerie numbness, an uncanny unhearing That faceless gaze for lust, strength and money; Heedless humans wandering and hunting Souls suspended in the flowing water, Smothering, like a fish coming up for air. The heart beats wildly, sweat pours down the forehead, What is wrong with the world? Are we humans anymore? Plummeting down a deep slumber; Stooped to such an extent, That hollow heart and empty mind That caters to no one’s needs. There are screams unheard, cries aloud And they stand still and stare, A slap on the face, may be? They have given their hearts away; have wasted their powers Hard-hearted, hard-boiled, cold-blooded, Are we humans anymore? Those callous comments torment the spirit Iron-hearted psyche demands for more, Their cupidity is fathomless, an endless pursuit- A world where solutions mete out with barely a whisper And emotional scars rake the heart. The ruthless rummage needs to halt Because at the trunk we are all Huma

2014 had been an year of blessings- a deep introspection, free of turmoil and agitation, calm; that made me strong internally. I won't tag memories as good or bad ones, there were mere lessons learnt as I walked down the lane. It was a race against myself, and indeed I have groomed up as a human being. I have learnt to be more rational and humane at the same time. This year has been a memorabilia I will always cherish. As I usher into yet another dawn of blessings and disguised-blessings, I hope to endure blessings from the past year- as I rediscovered myself the past year. I've become all the more a person of morals and precept. No new year resolutions because I don't need any rhyme or reason to commit and tame myself, as I keep doing this the whole year round. An addition, anyways, would be to anchor my mind and emotions; to be more like myself- the dramatic flair and the confidence.  I await more responsibilities and opportunities. Serenity and peace ever