Persevere

Listen to the whisper in your ear

To let your failures fail to prosper

make them float away

in the winds of hope and desire.

My eyes gleam in the distance

with a fresh image of success

An energy revitalized to

take the struggle to the future

To leave aside my fears

and embrace a new path to persevere.

A Recluse

Why I chose to sit and stay,

 than to move out and play

I never knew,rather I never believed

in this world,its structure and society

in the boundaries of qualification

 norms of appreciation
in the rules of competency

and the modes of decency

Ephemeral is what describes them the best

They love to clap and criticize 

than to soak and empathize

They choose to gossip and satirize

than to act and pulverize.

For views are easier to manipulate

as we change the frames in front

from fire to ice; like the rolling dice

like tweaking the hands of a clock

like the mannequin in a cloak.

I live in a world so dark and cold

that to survive and prosper,

you need to be brazen and bold

but such a mean soul am not I 

to sell my soul and cry

I would choose to starve and die.

To My Wholes

Every morning I had to see ur ugly face
As mirrors seldom lie
but you won't in any case

I never felt the urge to shout
as you are always my voice
So many nites we ended up counting the stars
as you left me with no choice

I never had to seek any expert advice
As you are there to offer free service
Every time I failed with a poker face
You stood ahead with a stubborn grace

You kicked my back with those nasty blows
Whenever I fought with you on petty cause
Your voice was a test of patience
but my world crumbled with your silence

Your smile reminded me of that ugly horse
who ran like a hare on the race-course
but each time that was not on your face
How did I feel you can never guess

As we traveled our lives
from those sloppy streets to big by-lanes
years have flown without your presence

The summers were scorching
The springs were singing
But the pain and the pleasure
were not worth dying for

Many moments worth cherishing
went like a silent stream
in search of the sea where
together we would ever be.

Those moments had a life of their own
Some died, some still to born
but the memories make me stubborn

I look upto to the night sky
Through the corner of my blinking eyes
The rains have cleared the dusty air
Now its the dance of the dark
with a chilling breeze

But the dawn would soon arrive
with a renewed hope to survive
Making me realize

The lights were there forever
but you made darkness more dearer
With you the fear was nowhere
Today I slip back to the unwanted square
and just wish "'you were there"

In memory of those worthless souls who
make my life all so worthwhile.

Spare my Soul

The angst of a wounded soul
never pulverize in the darkest hours
The soul burns in a silent fire
with woods of failure and despair.

The heat never gets the air
It runs through the bodily attire
I scream I shout
I run through the lanes and streets
with the hope to share and care.

Among the crowd my blood stops still
Under the sun I only find my shadow's feel
The heat no more tempts me
The voices no more intriguing
for they succumb to the brazenness of the being.

The flames shed the shades of yellow
as they merge in the air so indifferent
to my questions without answers
to my doubts why it suffers
my voice loses its sound in the space so silent.

I frown I stare
in the fogs of despair
The feel of suffocation and
The demise of a life in desperation.

Then a stream crawls through my feet
and resuscitates my desire
I feel the gush of blood in my nerves
Again to run rush and dare.
There is the wind of hope on the far horizon
swaying swivelling and re-lighting the fire.

So I learnt the omnipresent truth
that the Heaven sings and Hell screams
Life is a sea of births and deaths
in those numerous moments we live n dream
each one borns to die
some with pleasure the rest out of failure
like the stars sprinkled in the dark vast sky
then the dawn arrives and all of them disappear.

MAKE ME A MAN

Make me insane
for sanity is a trait
dictionary writes
and the world bites.

Make me insensible
for the opposite is what
the heart prescribes
and the mind proscribes.

Make me stoic
for conscience is always in crisis
on the streets they call 'mean'
like a river that dries up
quenching the thirsts of ambition
like the vapour that vanishes
under the heat of lust
blown away by the gush of greed
once they called the breeze of trust.

Make me a man
of shorter words and greater deeds
of deeper blood that never bleeds
of frozen heart that hardly sinks
of steady eyes that seldom blinks
of sturdy hands that never trembles
of tidy mouth that never fails.


Make me a man
to be one among the crowd
still no second to be found
to laugh and cry..to fail anf try.
for saints never belonged to the world
and sages chose to run and preach
rather to stay and teach.

Make me a man
To be around till the hungry feeds,
the blind sees and the dumb speaks.
Till the time I die to give my best
before I sail to the Far Far West
To find You and your waiting arms.
I then lay myself in your lap
To your gentke kiss and touch so warm
I close my eyes for a final nap
With the gleam of passing the final test
To rest forever without unrest.

MY LOVE

Make me blind

for the eyes that see the dime

won’t appreciate your love so kind

Make me deaf

for my ears that hear the cry of agony

the world belies for every penny

won’t listen to the whisper

of tender love you spell in my ear

Make me dumb

for the lips that speak

the words of deceit 

won’t be soft enough for your kiss.

My love, come through my mind.

There I’ve our world so kind

Of rivers and seas..of streams and bees

The flowers of love and fruits of bliss

An aura of your beauty sprinkled 

on the dawn of the skies.

Come through my heart, My love

on the paths of petals I’ve spread along your walk

Anxious are they for the shine of your hair,

for the scent of your skin blowing through the wind

Alive they would with the touch of your feet

and welcome would they the advent of spring

the king of seasons waiting for your meet.

The air gets warmer as is my heartbeat

Wished I then to be lost in the breeze

Lose me myself in the lake of your love
so much is your warmth still I freeze

Words unspoken I gaze at your eyes
The sheer depth deeper than wine
The ripples of your hair

make a rainbow of the sunshine

I don’t see the green as you are mine

I don’t see the red as your love is so pristine

The sky takes the blue..The rest is for them

Our love is colorless as we merge in the divine.

Its not about how much distance you travel and surely not about where you have reached .What is more important is from where you began.That is the reference point to measure your success or failure..of your achievement and accomplishment.The hurdles you have crossed is far more crucuial than the distance you have ran.and then there is the all-powerful-king named "LUCK" that can make or break your effort with a blink of the eye and you realise how miserable and helpless you are.And they say " Results are rewarded efforts are not."

In this uneven biased race of life we often found ourselves in the mire of uncalled inequalities for which we don't have an answer..inequalities that are dumped upon us like an evil curse...Our little footsteps yet to make a proper impression on the ground are bound by the shackles of inequalities that cripple us when all we want is to to sprint through the lanes of hope and aspirations. The snake-like ropes of birth..the chains of filthy upbringing and the demeaning society wrest away from us every bit of space and opportunity to grow, leaving us on our own when what we needed is a hand that would guide us through the tortuous path of life.And the misery doesn't end there...there are inequalities of caste..inequalities of religion...inequalities of race..inequalities of every human vice that has creeped up in all these years of so called "human civilization"..the list never ends.

We conquer one...the next one looms large like a rapacious dark silhoutte marching with all vengeance to thwart our efforts to salvage some precious moments of success.Our starry dreams and sunny aspirations are gobblled up in no time by the dark gigantic blackhole that kills off any signs of light.

But then we are creatures of indefatigable resilience.. The same ONE who creates these inequalities has given us optimism as the ultimate weapon to fight every obstacle that pegs back our quest.
The greater and firmer the obstacles..the grander is the fight..the bigger is the outcome.. the stronger becomes our faith in ourselves as we conquer it.

Imagine a world without any inequalities.. plight..dissent..struggle or fight...really difficult to concieve and impossible to live in.Because these are the stones standing upon which we could measure how high we have climbed...and how far we have traveled.Everything that is smooth is not always safe.Troubles act as speed breaker, halting our journey time and again, to have a look our ability and direction...to measure the intensity of the wind that blows past us insinuating our senses of the unpredictability of nature and to prop up our faith and courage in our abilities to see through the tide no matter how high it is.

I might fail..there is every chance of it..while other might just ride through the storm but fight i must with all my courage.Getting defeated with dignity comes next to winning with pride.What matters most is my attitude and thinking when i am up there eye-to eye..head-to head against these unseen forces that  take any shape and colour or even without it.The sun might be scorching..the darkness might be crawling..the rains might be pouring forth..you have to be there..fighting with grit and determination till the last drop of life crawls though your feet to sink in the lap of mother earth.
Your fight might be over but the legend would be as fresh as the morning sun...encompassing a brand new hope and ambition for your future generation.Die you must..anyday.. anyhow..but ensure it is your body on which the other keep up their pedestals so that they could see beyond the obstacles and prepare themselves for the next big one.The essence of our lives aren't measured on how much we have achieved but  what we have left for our future generations.The story of every soldier is legendary..whether he dies in a world war or a street fight.

Let the wise to think,
the brilliant to create
for I am not one of them
A mere mortal with a tiny pot of intellect.
A little bit of downpour and it gets filled up
for anything else to come in.
Not that wise to think beyond the unseen,
Not sagacious to create beyond the tangible.
I feel secure in my own little space
sorrounded by my own little seeds of creation.
My world is filled with lot many questions
without any answer
All that we boast of seems nothing to me
Huge building...fast fliers...gigantic robots,
All the drawings we have created on the canvas of nature
some aesthetic,some sensous,
some pleasant and beautiful..a few so so.
but none seem to be happy and smiling,
crippled by the very creation to go beyond the canvas..
Deep indulged in our own creative dexterity..
every brick we used in our house is destroying it..
as hedonism has pervaded the human mind.

Deep veneration for the all-pervasive nature
for still holding the canvas tight and bright..
in hope its child will ever think beyond its paintings.
As the drawings get puzzled and muzzled
the patience giving way to outrage..
as so many examples have clearly demonstrated
how helpless we are as our world gets trampled with a little frown of the nature
realise we should soon the ephemeral existence of
all those painting sans the canvas.
Long live mother nature.

Walking under the glaring sun,

With a heavy heart and puzzled mind,

Of lost confidence and buried dreams...I feel

Sometimes the earth sliping past my feet.

 the sky seems beyond my vision..

the rain no more excites me..

the spring has lost its passion.

Jinxed and perplexed..I roam around..

Wandering in a world so happy and gay,

I crave for some tender words people would say..

but the dream seems an unreal un..

like finding stars in a clear noon.

Tired and forlorn

I retreat back to my couch..

Through the window pane in my dimlit room

I watch the night sky dazzling with stars

like shining pearls around the neck 

I close my eyes and pray..Oh God..

There is no dearth of love and life in your world..

but me a cursed soul..never found it together.

Society & Being

I am no philosopher, though I would love to be, to deliberate on the higher faculties of human mind and its subtle interactions with the world starting from his own self to the society at large. What I express here is my own experience of the freedom of an individual and its intricate relationship with society. Whether society provides a barrier to individual expression and realization of freedom or it actually prepares the stage for the entity to express his own self.

                                   As RabindraNath Tagore once mentioned  " Truth can only be observed through observation and reflective concepts .To assert that something is true or untrue in the absence of anyone to observe or perceive its truth is highly questionable". The correlation of man and society is no different. Man is the essential and basic constituent of society, the central part of the societal structure, around which other peripherals are built to give the shape of totality. Without the society, human presence becomes as non-existent as the truth without observation. So the freedom of human being as an individual can only be discussed and deliberated on the premise of its interaction with society. 

                                    The very society which obstructs our path to exert ourselves in the truest sense, to realize our capabilities and exercise our choices of the best way to lead our lives, that obfuscates every individual  ideology with which lives have to be celebrated through the fogs and mists of  religion,caste,gender,class,ethnicity,practice, is the same structure that very well defines our existence, accepts our assertiveness and audacity, lauds our achievements and teaches us the vagaries of life and the underlying methods in the external randomness that we very often try to ignore. It’s the obstruction that gives value to our efforts and success; it’s the opposition that we face in explaining and implementing our ideas that gives them their place under the sun. So society in a sense is our alter-ego-a sort of evidence to our lives.An ever-flowing river on the banks of which we built our castles of life.

In a Relationship

What a new found economic freedom and emotional security can do to a perfectly healthy relationship? Nothing much except that it takes away the flab out of the body, the flesh out of the bone ,making it bare and naked, staring at you with a sense of practicality and ruthlessness. It takes away the junk from the metal that has piled on over the years, so what lies is a pithy substance that reflects the basic premise of a relationship. The superficiality of emotional exchange and overt overtures become insufficient to fill up the vacuum created by emotional starvation. It earmarks one's area of indulgence and delineates the transgression into others personal boundary. So the lines of comfort and compatibility become prominently underlined. The freshness of the  moments shared ,that made the journey so memorable and enjoyable till the recent past.,stinks with a smell of indifference.

                                This calls for a scrutiny of personal space and extent of sharing between two lives. The sooner one accepts the brutality and brazenness of reality, the easier it would be for one to adapt to the changed profile of the relationship. But the urgency and extent of the changed order really tests your adaptability to the new found circumstances. How one comes out of it in a matured and positive state of mind depends upon his character, integrity and the sanctity of thought process.

                                In between somewhere, there is an undercurrent of expectations from a relationship that acts like a catalyst in this entire psychological and emotional gameplay.Expectations never come to the front and exerts its influence in changing the shape of the relationship, but actually manifest itself into more identifiable forms which measure the intimacy, dependency and mutual understanding between two individuals.In a relationship, we are always part of a whole, as far as the bonding goes while we feel as whole of the part when our individuality gains prominence. To strike a balance between these two extremes is pivotal to a thriving relationship.