we are here.....right here

Far along the brink of horizon

I found an island,green and rich

Searching for the dwells ,had I move on

To see the world I want to clinch.

 Far above the bed of clouds

I found an azure,clean and frost

Looking for the souls had I move on

To lure the self with what I lost.

Far beneath the skin of earth

I f got one space,warm and dark

calling the names had I move on,

to be a part of cryptic arc.

Far far inside thy self

I got one door,open and trite

with the retroes had I move on

to get inside and find the might.

All were there,with hands and toe

talking they,words not clear though

they looked the same with a distinct limn

happy was I or was old man of the sea

I cried but they laughed aloud

since they were free and I was like shroud

a shroud of life that needs a cover

a shroud of death that makes alover.

They came closer and held me tight

I closed my eyes and stood upright

when curtains lifted they were gone

I felt blessed,rich and bonzer strong.

lost............

Lost are the thoughts and visions bring dismay
I stood broken when he walked away
Pieces are lying and flying aloft with cries
Can he hear me or am I in disguise?

The only fear had I to be alone.
Got again one with a sleepless tone
I want a hand to loosen my hair,
To kiss and coddle and love and stare.

Was trying to dodge from the piercing eyes.
When he swept in and robbed my sighs.
I went breathless and looked at him.
He smiled and waved a legal mim.

He was a dream or was he real?
Falling stars come make up my dear
At the crack of dawn when I leave home
 I feel his dust dancing on the loam.


If love is so warm why was I so late?
As an ocean says air to bate.
I felt blessed and free and pure,
and now withered in the cage of yore.

I hated rain but walked when it poured,
to hide my tears and testify being abhored.
I loved someone and he left me.
Isn't the most obvious thing to see?

The grains of sand still wet and clay.
filling water in the dips  of stay.
When he kissed me in the yawns of cold,
I wished to freeze and put time on hold.

I want to run and and crash and shout.
I want to hate him as aloud.
Love is stronger but not I am.
I can dig into but cannot tamp......

my fair lady........

A wisp of her hair crawling across the cheek,

An askew glimpse of my fair  lady to seek,

I leaned and leaned to rest in her baby blue

and make the world dark with the romance of a hoodoo.

are they happy who say they are?

are they honest who say they are?

are they in love who say they are/

are they in grief who say they are/

happiness,honesty ,love and grief cannot go together with a person who is not a paranoid.\

tell me something about yourself"is it a question or a remark that prompts a person to come out with the explorations which he does once in a blue moon or is it a sattire urging to no more be a part of the world of desire but be a knight of meanings .

What we say and what we do,what we do and what we say matches seldom drawing a line of neatness in self.No preaching comes as a saviour for anyone till realised by self and people change,relations change,every time changes and so does its counts .

seeing thousands of people all around some in real,some in dreams ,some in memories gives the sense of richness among ourselves...treasure of knots.....so many lessons which are forgotten everyday and is reminded the very next day with a new experience..and the way life moves on ..meeting again several people on the way teaching ,preaching,learning and giving all they are supposed to...

what we talk comes from within but what we listen to  or read resides ...........a porridge of events make people stronger at every stage and familiar in more potent manner to the politics and romance of life.

ओस की आस

 हरे पत्ते पर,
                 ओस की बूंदों नें
             ज्योंहीं की चहलकदमी ...

             गीलेपन के साथ
                   पत्ते ने कहा ,
             "क्यों आए हो
                   टूटते तारे बनकर ...
               जब सूरज की नारंगी किरणें
                 ले जाएंगी तुम्हें ...
               और रह जाएगी

                      बस ...
                  इक ओस की आस"

                 ओस की नन्हीं-सी
                       इक बूंद ने कहा,

                         "एक यही आस है
                    जो जिन्दा रखती है मुझे
                                हर रोज ...
                    मृगतृष्णा नहीं,

                            सत्य हूँ मैं ...

                     इक बूँद में सही,

                          पल भर सही ... "

untitled...

The girl was in between 18-21,20 I guess(may be because I like even more than the odds)and was trying to uncurl the curls on her face pink out of the heat around.She tried to cover her face also using a satin skarf but due to nasal heat she put it off.She was wearing a blue balloon offsleeve top on a light blue denim jeans with tiny diaphanous patterns having nice golden belt and golden belly shoes.She was sitting outside the domestic airport and trying to read out the book she bought to shoo away the ennui of wait.Yes it appeared she was waiting for someone since every few minutes she was exonerating the book of the accusation of not being entertaining to her.This time she looked desperate for something else apart from this accused.Among the carry ons she had one small trolley bag and one purse with a smiling teddy hanging along the zipper,(seemed to be somebody's gift).She went to the food court and took two sandwiches:one butter and one chicken.Book was now relaxing inside the hand bag and she was eating.She took out the bottle of water from the hand bag and read the message,"drink all your tears ,love you"...and one drop fell.................
(feeling sleepy..will continue the sojourn in the next post..hopefully tommorrow..good nite ma,papa,my plants..,good nite girl,though it is day in your world)
She had beautiful pair of eyes that came out of the dark sunglasses after she felt the drop rivuleting along her hand.She tried to dry them up and plead to refrain this last time as she always says.After a long wrangle between them finally they stopped but turned red which she also can't fade.So she put the glasses on again.She sipped the coffee but it could't push the lump in her throat.She sighed ,took a long breath and walked across the subway looking for an auto since all the passengers had already left and the private vendors and sellers again started trolling till next landing.
Her watch shined at 16:00 hrs in the dusky clime.Her watch was an antique, ticking for 24 hr time system and one of her favourites amongst her pack-rat treasures.She got this watch as a reward from her father when she completed her kathak  post graduation  and made  one of her awaited dreams true.
she was actually not getting late since she could stay at one place quite long but she wanted to change this clumsy place........to be continued

 Sometimes thoughts come beforehand but their implications strike when they have to........

since 2007 to 2010,some things have changed but I think these were seen .

 

Thursday, December 4, 2008

{this thought may be from the diary pages of any one who often finds himself devoid of any real happiness in the run of his life.}

Sunday,
August 12, 2007
AM 10:33:40


" I AM HAPPY ?!!!"

Basking on the old armchair I was beholden to my evening coffee for it stirred my all day enervation.My eyes were busy in adulating baroque nature and this was its daily job.Sea was cool and calm without any agression.It had to bate its roaring noise for it had bent something.It accosted to listen to the romantic conversation of a pair sitting on its beach enjoying the waves which touched their lovely
feet and sea became amorous.

"love is life"

Cunningly the sea was very happy to bedraggle a small boy whose fingers were crossed with his fathers.Barefooted walking on its l he was befuddled for his next blandishment before his father which would entertain his whims and fancies.

"innocence soothed by care"

Sea was beseeching air to abate for two sweet young ladies were trying to control their billowing skirts.Both were friends and involved in a cheerful badinageas one of them had become betrothed and was going to tie bonds very soon.

"friendship completes life"

Everyone was happy as if the world has been bestowed with the benison of love ,care and joi-de-vivre.My eyes took a rest and i found myself in mumma's lap,brothers ready for a funny fight,my beloved calling me to go for a drive..........
But I was bemused because things belied my bereavement.Apalled by Iopened my eyes and I saw barefaced sky smiling at my lonelinness.It took a bestial form and darkened.Irealised that among bevy of strange faces finally I had to soliloquize because there is noone to share,noone to love and noone to tease.
It behooves me to trust noone as there is fear of getting bilked.It is very bizzare to be with emotions and relations .But when you are all
aloneyou would find yourself bereft of cheer,affection and complacence.

Apropos sea , Ioften extract pleasure from others joy and try to keep myself busy.But as soon as sky blackenes I screech with bane of
this fateful aloofness.Life teaches us to append blithe optimism to heart because life is not in the way you want to live it while it is in the
way it wants you to live it.These strict and bitter apothegms console and beget me and I say "I AM HAPPY.."