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.