AN YEAR ANEW!

As we sift through

the pages of a book

Lets' turn this page

Of the yester-year

revolutionizing all the bliss and desolation

as reminiscence of an experience anew,

and greet the inception

of a new sunrise, a new start

and a new hope that

Something better still awaits us.

What we need to do is, at least

Stretch our hands as to

Mark this journey of a brighter horizon

On which we are yet to begin!

THE CLOSED DOOR

She was the dream of the righteous

moon shied away at her sight

Clear as crystal was she,

Darkness was her crown

the Pearl of the ocean

Rainbow of the blue sky

a Poet's words, a Painter's art.

She was the Idol of Goddess.

the moon, her jealous rival

hid behind the clouds.

She looked out of the window

into the depth of the silent night

the door wide open

to welcome her heart.

The lamp burned brightly

at the corner of the palace

and at the centre of the heart

She bored into it, or rather

looked through it to view

the portrait of a man

her love, her hero, her heart

Their eyes met, her lips growing wider.

Oh! the sound drew her attention

She rushed to the window

the wind was so strong 

even the trees were not forgiven

They sang, danced and died.

She felt her heart shiver

fear at its best, finally

She looked into the lamp

it flickered only once

for her to savour and

it was gone, gone forever.

glass decorated the floor

The portrait lay still, as if

borne there for ages,

She walked upto the door,

for once looked into the darkness

and closed it tightly shut.

Farewell....

Life is like a never-ending river,
we find friends and foes,
Love and happiness at diverse meanders:
but most of all, we find each other,
and then to part is with the only hope
that we will meet again on yet another rove
which is not much far from the one
where we are just going to part now!

The Sailing Hope

The girl sat next to the lamp
the lamp - a mere dot
in the ocean of darkness
displayed by the night
the pride of its being
she looked into the night
blinked at it,
her eyes trying to peep
into the flickering light
she,then,bored into the darkness
her eyes rolling big
fright captivated her soul,
the starlit sky was nothing to her
the moon was in vain
Raindrops blocked her vision
The light seemed to drive her
Into the ocean of mirages.


She swam in it, round and round
Discovering those dreams
Deep the chambers of her heart
The glitter of joy, that
Seemed so unfamiliar, yet true
She saw the ray of hope,
The ray of light, the ray of joy
Not far off, but yet to be near.

She sped along the waters
Stumbled across the lad
Hallow of hope around him
Drenched in white in every form
Stood like the idol of hope
She touched to feel
Their looks straight, eyes met
Her deep blue eyes flowing
Into his ocean of love
The lamp in his hand
Lightened the darkness of the sands
Its light capturing,
The hollowness of the heart.

Drops blew off the ray
slumber dropped her back
to the wrath of darkness
she looked into the night
yes, with a bright smile
she lit up the hope
the ray finally swept her away
to the eternity of love.

शायरी.......

जिंदगी अगर ख्वाब होती,
तोह एक अलग-सा नशा होता।
नशे में डूबना ही तोह
जिंदगी का नाम होता॥

My baby....

It is always said and believed by millions all over the world that BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER. But, still when I talk about this phrase, it makes no sense to me at all. Of course, always my family is and will be the best, but whom I am talking about is my baby, the baby whom I never gave birth to, whom I mothered from the age of eleven.

She entered my life at a very tender age, but I entered her life when she was just 20 days old. She was brought in a small basket, and when I opened it, out came this fluffy baby, who was so eager to see me that I lost myself in the beauty of her happiness. When I picked her up, I felt she was hugging me, enquiring, where have I been all this time?
Well, she became the best part of my life henceforth.

She didn’t demand anything from me, except, well, you couldn’t hide food from her at all. I loved her but the only thing which she ever loved was ‘Food’. She was such a food-lover that even if it was mid-night and it was food, you couldn’t make her to sleep. Well, that’s’ my baby for you, but wait she was never chubby at all, how much ever she ate. I don’t know whether there was an ‘automatic diet mechanism’ inside her, well she was never so chubby that I couldn’t pick her up because if that was the case I would always miss the warmth of our hug when I carried her, even though she didn’t like to be carried or hugged. She was the only pet till now that I have seen who hated these touchy-touchy gestures. Well, I always ignored her hate and was always hugging and petting her even if she sometimes tried her best to wriggle out of my hands.

Well, she was my favorite pastime, every time I was at home and playing with her was the only one thing and we both used to enjoy it as much as possible. When she was very young, less than 2 years, she could perform all these circus like antics, like playing with her own tail and going round and round in circles, or trying to play with a frog and if the frog jumps towards her, she would jump back a step and quickly run towards the house, and, if she is extremely bored then she would come and nudge my hands so that even I would start attacking and pushing her and a tug-of-war would soon ensue for my hands. She was the most active of all the dogs I had ever come across as I would only see her resting when she was sleeping. She dared not sleep anytime other than night because of the fear of something being eaten without her share being kept for herJ

Time just flew by and then she started ageing, her antics reduced, her sleeping time increased and also the fact that she didn’t mind me carrying her now was a welcome change for me. Probably now she didn’t have the energy to wriggle out my hands and was happy with the free transportation facility she was getting without using her energy. But her appetite was ever as usual. That is the only part of her which never changed. If a day she ate a meal a little less, all of us would be perturbed, thinking is she sick. But, even that changed, when my baby was thirteen and a half years old, she was hail and hearty in all other ways except for her age, which is so little in case of human years and so old for dogs. She possibly succumbed to her call from the God, a little painfully, but I was nobody to stop her journey, how much ever I loved her and in one instance she was all gone. But, still I hug that painful moment when she was nearing her death and when I generally patted her with tears barring my vision, she looked at me as well with a replica of the same tears in her eyes as well. That is the last memory of hers with me!

That’s my baby for you! Her name was Rinky, but we all called her all possible sweet names that we could think of in our little hearts. I can write pages and pages for her, but what’s more important for me is that She will always and always remain in my heart forever. There is a beautiful story that I have heard about a little boy whose pet dog is put to sleep due to a rare disease and when everyone talks about the short life given to dogs, the young boy comments as follows:
'People are born so that they can learn how to live a good Life - like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?'
'Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.'


I couldn’t have added a better ending than the above statement.

Love you my baby, Wherever you go, You will always and always remain in my heart forever..............

Sweet & Tangy

If life was like a flowing river
and we were made
just to flow on it smoothly,
Would there be any spice in us then?
It was designed as in,
to be a little sweet, a bit salty
with a tinge of honey
and a drop of lemon together
to be in concert at all times,
sweet or sour, bitter and tangy.

It feels the same when
we move together, hands in hands
to travel forth and far
but then, hands maybe
cold sometimes, and when
we tumble on rocks or puddles
we may fall apart, but still,
we will move more closer
to give each other a tight hug
and move further ahead to
meet more rocks and puddles
who will remind us that
We are always,
Made for each other!

I am in a dilemma...........

I haven’t written for a month now, why I don't know. The past week had left me in a turmoil, what I lost I don't want to explain. What I lost is only my pain and pains are not to be discussed I guess. Nobody feels like hearing them. Well, I was seriously contemplating yesterday to delete this blog as I was no longer interested and since so many things had gone down the drain no point in holding on to this piece as well. I keep asking myself only one thing - Is it bad to plan things? I know God laughs at us when we plan things because we can't even anticipate what He plans for us. But I don't think there is a single person who doesn’t even plan vaguely of just a few days ahead of now. I am a bad planner; I plan only a couple of days ahead because what is the point of planning so much ahead and yet failure? But even that is useless, I plan and it just vanishes. I planned to take care of my baby for some more time but she left me abruptly, I planned for the best moments in my life and now they too are wiped off. I can’t be cheerful now but then everybody advises me to and when I hear others that’s when I remember those lines of my own poem which strikes me that reality is harder than life itself.
FEAR NONE, FEAR YOURSELF
Left with none, yet
left with yourself,
lost everything, as the wind says
Loss is a tradition,
A tragedy with varying colours
Words never convey it
felt by none the loser
I fell into this line
Long back, never resting till now
As its engine is always on.
God put off this engine, else
put off the fuel.
Life is everybody’s silver
some find wealth else content,
my jar was empty
as a black hole unknown,
my staircase never reaches up
I stand at the beginning, puzzled
Everyone judges, next time,
for sure, please, else
Its again a loss.
I fear myself as
the victim, I, the enemy me:
whom to point to or to scold?
Faults within me, never
consent to surrender
I console myself, yes, next time,
This ignites my heart.
Failures welcome me every instance
Incomplete without me, they are,
as I put it softly.
Wind blinds me to remind me this
in turn, I remind it to wipe off
memories, buried deep,
sweet once, bitter now,
to be turned to coffins
to be deeply slept off.
I close my eyes, yes,
I fear myself.

The Smile

If we clinch away
in sharing our treasures:
Why show eagerness to
spread the misfortunes?
Close your eyes
Focus in your mind,
Ask just once
Does our pain
gets minimized by
this act of sharing
Doesn’t it just make us a
sorrow figure in others’ eyes
Don’t we see that flicker of
pity, several times when
we recite our woeful tale
Is this sharing or a
fall of our own self-respect?
If time is with you,
just sit back,
think of your feelings
as just reminisces
of those yester-years
Haven’t you overcome them
There had been times
when happiness had been
with you, however shortlived.
With all this still
If you can still fake on
A smile, well-lit
How could the situation worsen now?
Smile, fake or not
What difference can it make?
Just smile, because
the world can’t differentiate.

A thought...

If God gave us the circumstance
worser than the first:
He gave us the strength too,
To outbeat the rest!

Reverie...

I must have been waiting by his side for an hour or was it more than that? I don’t quite remember, looking at him I never realize when time flies off. He was sleeping so soundly, with the child-like innocence which is quite difficult to view on grown-ups. I just was thinking it would be so nice if he wouldn’t wake up and I could keep on looking at him this way. But then, I realized he had to wake up and I had to say something to him, something which he need to know, something which was very important for both of us, which was vital for our very relation. But, I did not want to disturb him. So, I sat waiting next to him, checking for any signs of his waking up, but he still continued his slumber, oblivious of my presence.

He suddenly stirred and I was so happy to see his smile once again. He was surprised to see me awake and waiting for him. He wanted to know the exact reason of my action.
I looked into his eyes, came close to him and said ,” Dear, I wanted to tell you …….. “

Well, I couldn’t complete my sentence myself because my driver woke me up and asked me to vacate the vehicle, hmmmmmm…. How boring life can get!

The Console

Oh my dear, world has been cruel to us,
It’s all my fault, my young one,
You behold the misfortune I behold for ages
It’s a fact, unreal and untrue,
What to do but this is the tale of fate
Long live the God, but why
Oh my lord, has this pain left to us
To bear what was untold to us,
If been foreseen before
Never would we accept to be born
As the slaves of the pale,
What right has anybody to
Pound us, as an animal,
How brutal to treat you dear one as
An untouchable dirty pig,
I apologize my little heart
I brought you into this misery,
I can’t send you back,
You are my hope, you are my life,
Please forgive your life –giver
I brought you in this world.

My dear Lady, as you weep to your heart’s content
Words may not console you
But this is a small advice from someone
Who has not seen the world as you
But can narrate experiences of a life-time new
You brought me to this world, I accept
But why do you forget the little fact that
I came alone, I have no siblings
And Thanks to our wonderful society
No friends too,
Not even my father, who
Deserted me early, and years later
When you will depart from this earthly possession
I will still be alone.

Ponder a bit, please......

The scene was something like this – a goat tied to a pillar, being petted by a small boy of say 5-6 years, interesting and familiar right. Added to the fact that it was in front of the butcher shop. Hmmmmmm…… exciting again is the fact that the boy was hugging and petting it so lovingly that I never thought that he would give it up so quickly when his father asked to take the animal off from him, and, when the goat was slaughtered in front of his very eyes, I did not even see a flick of pain in the boy’s eyes.
I looked at the boy closely, a small boy with such a hardened heart. Is this what we name the ‘Everchanging World’ that we can’t even see innocence in the minds of these little ones. Weren’t the children always called as the ‘only innocent’ things in this world, or have they too lost it in the course of surviving and evolving as per Charles Darwin’s famous quotation “Survival of the fittest”. Well, unable to contain myself, I asked the little one, “Didn’t you love it?” To which he answered, “This happens to me everyday. So there is no time to cry.”
Certainly, there is no time to cry. But do we have at least time to think!!

CAN YOU ESCAPE?

Knock, knock, knock!!
The sound was loud but uncertain
Hello! Is anyone there?
The voice seemed strong yet distant
Yet, it did not keep still.
The voice started rising,
Decibel by decibel:
Kept on pounding and shouting,
Till the landlord could,
No longer hide his shadow,
He felt his peeking neighbors
Their piercing eyes borne on him:
Their questions and excitement-
His shame and unworthiness.
No way, else to open the door.
Opened the door, and
Out came those drops,
Tumbling from her cheeks
To her lips and lost forever.

How could I forget her?

This week had been extremely busy. I was just waiting for Friday evening. Saturday and Sunday I wanted a complete 'Relaxed Weekend' without any disturbances. Mom had gone to her native so home was pretty much in my custody and as per my wishes. But, had to keep it a little clean, atleast for the sake of my Dad. Home and work, work and home, well all mundane things take up most of our time. I was just wondering what to cook for today, these veggies never look appealing either, had to start somewhere and as I was trying to figure out the vegetables I had stored up in the fridge, I saw a circle of white fur lying on the ground. Since it was motionless couldn't exactly make out what it was and as usual I was without my beloved spectacles. I went closer to it for a better picture. Oh my God! I screamed, How could I forget my dear pet? I had almost quite forgotten Rinky for the past few days, I ran to her and squeezed her until she actually choked and came out of her almost biggest slumber she ever had. I hugged her and she hugged me back or atleast I thought so!

Parents....

Life is boring when it gets into a routine and I am on one of those stages. Waking up, doing the same chores, getting dressed and then rushing to office - I guess this is my most average day always. Today, as I was looking out of my cab window, I searched for something unseen by me, and my eyes found two huge pillars constructed to support a huge building which is on its way of construction. Very very normal thing, right, and I was about to switch my mind to something else when suddenly I tried to analyse what I had just seen. Well, these pillars remind me the most beloved gift everybody has and even I do, my sweet PARENTS. They never realize how much difference they make in our lives right from birth even till the age when we can take care of ourselves. Well, it is something like this - All children see their parents as just two individuals who care and love us so much, but for them, we are a PART of them and they can't love us enough!!!
I love you Mom and Dad!!!