Be a Blaze !

This world so huge and life so small
Let's set in motion the rolling ball

Work and live and love from the heart
Don't put the heart and the brain apart

Know your worth and show the world
Know your energy and blow the world

Work for your peace and have your peace in praise
Fasten your fears and turn faster your pace

Never be slow but a lighted blaze
Never and ever let down your craze

Let your every breath change the world for good
Do all you should and know all you could

Stand not behind but face it on your face
Fight too brave and let the world sing your grace

The Aura Of The Rain

Rain ! O' rain !
Come ! o' rain!
The fields await,
give us the grain.

The farmers are thirsty
Their fields are dry
Wetten their eyes,
when they stare to the sky.

Cloud ! O' Black Cloud !
Thunder ! O' Black Cloud !
Send us drops of life
Bestow upon the crowd.

The clouds came above their heads
They raised their arms to pray
Emotions awaited, the feel of the wet!
And the clouds just flew away.

They shouted, they screamed
They were torn through the heart
The closed eyes, the felling tears!
The souls and the bodies fell apart.

They cursed and cursed
the spotless sky,
The blinding bright,
the dropless dry.

And one day again, the eyes were open
One day, there was a cloud again
This time again, the arms were raised
Waited in silence, the crowd again

And one drop fell,
and wetted an eye!
And drops and drops,
then fell from the sky

It was water! It was water!
It was falling on the ground!
It was raining! It was loud
So exciting was the sound

The clouds gathered and
it was big and strong.
Then thundered the sky,
and the farmers sang along

It rained and rained
and rained that night
It rained all days
and rained all nights

There was water everywhere
There was water too much!
The fields were sinking and
the ground too, was such.

It had stoppeth not
since the first drop fell.
The heavenly sky,
had again turned hell.

Their soil, their toil,
was dissolved in the flood
The fields were destroyed
which they sowed with their blood.

The crowd again,
looked above, up there
It looked all black
And it did not care.

The monstrous sky
stood high and tall
It's small, round arrows
were piercing them all.

They cursed and cursed
the clouds and the rain.
The blackish demons,
and the watery bane।

.

Sleep, sleep o' girl!
Sleep, sleep o' boy!
Sleep over your worries,
and wake merry with joy!

Got problems? Got headache?
Got a diisturbing boyfriend?
Switch off your phone and sleep over it,
do not receive or send!

Sleep when you don't know,
sleep when you don't care.
Sleep when you feel low,
sleep when you despair.

When the bad thoughts hover,
when its not gone right.
Gotta sleep it all over when the
daylight seems too bright.

The world's not for real,
for all it's mysteries unfurled.
Sleep is an illlusion but then,
isn't so the world?

Sweet Dreams! [:)]

Making Sense Of Nonsense

wrote this for the Inter Hall English Creative Writing. :)

MAKING SENSE OF NONSENSE

"Mr. Walter! Mr. Walter! Come back here I request you for god's sake!"
But Mr. Walter swings his head like a pendulum, apparently to say no and keeps walking towards the huge front gates, staggering and swaying to keep balance. I hold back my urge to shout again and run after him. Moments later, standing and staring into his drooping, yet excitingly childish eyes, I felt helpless like never before. He used to remind me of how incapable I was to help him. He was panting, groping for breath, straining his lungs for some air. Walked too hard for his age I guess.

"Where were you headed Mr. Cherry Head?", I asked him jokingly, trying to smile as I said it. He let his lips widen into a happy arc and leak out a sudden little bout of laughter, hearing the words 'Cherry Head'. His red, although scanty hair were a matter of amusement for all the inmates! Oh how he loved his smooth shiny strands! Mr. Walter had made a lot of friends over the time that he had been staying here, some because of his cherry-red hair, and some with his famous 'bouts of laughter'.

"My daughter! She called me yesterday! She asked me to meet her at The Square.", he said, with a mix of surprised happiness and urgency on his face. I tried hard to nod to him in agreement and said, "Yes Mr. Walter, I know she called. And she is already here today! Waiting for you in the hall! Ah she'll be so happy to see you! Lets walk back, she has been waiting for you for so long." He went merry in a circle with his hands flung up in pleasure and a smile covering the whole of his wrinkled face!

Mr. Walter had been a successful man in his life. A furniture business that spread to nearby towns, a magnificient two storey house with a small garden in the frontyard, a lovely wife whom he had loved more than half his life, and the most beautiful daughter in the world whom he had married off to a young lad from the neighbour town. His life couldn't be more satisfying. But god is a selfish being. He takes away good people for himself. He killed Mr. Walter's daughter. She was hit to mortality in a car accident while with her husband. They were to take her pregnancy report from the hospital. The reports had been positive.

Constraint is possibly the greatest virtue in life. And Mr. Walter was a victim of the lack of it. Time had made him an old man with a weak heart, and the detailed phone call from his daughter's husband proved fatal to his weak pulses. This jolt sucked all sanity out of Mr. Walter. He fell on the floor and went unconscious.

Sleeping on the soft white bed of his hospital ward, he looked perfectly healthy, and his face so resolved of all worries, devoid of any thought or complication. Three days later he was shifted here, among other inmates, who all shared the common trait. He had been declared insane.

We walked together, me and Mr. Walter, towards the compound, where no one was waiting for him, not his daughter, not anyone else. But it wouldn't matter. Before even reaching the compound, he would forget every second of the day that had passed.

These were not mad people, Mr. Walters and everyone. They were just living somewhere else, somewhere inside their minds, far away from the world outside.

And I make sense of them.

When I see her ...

Locked Gaze,
rushing head,
heart ablaze,
mind 's dead.

Backgrounds blurred,
stiffened muscles,
pulses stirred,
breathing shuffles.

Saansein nahi bata pati,
Dil ke tadapne ko.
Dhadkan nahi jata pati,
Chahat ke bhadakne ko.

Meri aawaz suno humdum,
kahi se mud ke aawaz do.
tarasti aankhon ko apni
aankhon ka ehsaas do.

Waqt thehar jaye jo tu,
kadam do sath le le.
Kaanp jaye siharan si uth ke,
haathon mein haat le le.

Main sunungi tere dil ki,
tujhko apni bata du.
Yuhi baahon mein teri main,
ye zindagi bita du.

___________________

the inspiration.

looong time :)

but finally some coherent blasts of creativity :


Warmth my heart
sends out to your heart,
is visible to me
in your eyes, on their part.

Strength that your smile
imbibes into me
makes me capable,
capable to be me.

You fill my spaces,
my thoughts, my deed.
Until you I have,
none else do I need.

Though praising in words,
seldom do I do
Friends I have,
but no friend like you.


Here's the inspiration

---

walking along,
hand in hand
rubbing palms,
footprints in sand.


- bish

life's a journey, not a destination

Life's only limit,
is the almighty death.
Dont punctuate,
the rest that remains.

More aims you set,
heavier becomes the breadth.
Life is fresh air, better
curb it not with gains.

-Anup Bishnoi

piya milan ko jana ...

wrote this poem for 'creative writing' during op. unfortunate that it ends up here ...

wrote hindi after a long long time [;)]


Piya Milan Ko Jana

"

sajni mori raah adike,

main baldi mein tarsu ..

dekh nishana saadh satike,

dushman dal par barsu.



main sipahi kya janu,

dard-e-ishq bhala ..

par sajni na man se jaye,

man mera ghar ko chala.

"




"

mora piya na aaye sake hai

main kaise jiya sambhalu.

lagan ye aise maare hai mujhko,

ik vaari baahon mein sama lu.



main jhelu talwaar dhaar,

mere sajan ko aanch na lana.

kab tak tadpu tarsu ab mohe

piya milan ko jana ...


"




adike = to wait
baldi = dhoop.

my impossible love

Dreams lived as life,
life disrespected.

Self-paralysed mind,
point of life lost,
slave to one self.

In love with the thought,
not her flesh and blood.

m going to patel




here i come

of feelings and all

i have feelings. and i feel them sometimes. strange ones at that.
i feel slow sometimes. and heavy. congested. i feel as if my circuit's crashing. i feel all filled up. songs make them aggravate, the feelings. so i went out. for a cycle bhraman. with my discman. and songs. bad choice of company.

kgp is full of roads. that keep turning after short distances. like all roads. but its good here. at about 10 at night, there aren't many people on the inner roads of kgp. scanty traffic. and cycling alone is bliss.

so i was cycling. slow. coz i was heavy. and filled up. not with food. but feelings. i pedalled. again. and again. slowly. watching the front tyre. and the road beneath it. it was good. relative velocity. i cycled for half an hour. slowly. sat in a bus stand somewhere for sometime. then walked. with the cycle. and discman. soon realised i was walking with the music of the song. i wasn't looking ahead. i was watching my legs as i took each step. there was some rythm. the feet really look their best when reaching out for further land. and when it had grabbed a foot-long piece of land, the other one rythmically reached out for more.

there were streetlights on the roadside. lighted. and one of them was dim. i looked at it, the dim one. i too felt the same. dim. i kept walking but still kept looking at the poor streetlight. and suddenly it lit up! bright! it was so sudden! the contrast was huge! it had been lying near-dead a moment ago and suddenly it was shining so bright! i felt elated! i felt charged! i climbed on the cycle and pedalled. standing. i felt the wind. and kept pedalling harder for more and more wind. i loved the speed. i stood up to my maximum height. it was freedom! i was feeling excitement in the purest form.

i was near gol-C now. there was the usual junta wandering around. the usual peaceful atmosphere. and i was standing on my cycle (to my maximum height) and speeding like anything. i felt conscious. i sat down. slowed down. and cursed the world.

but atleast i knew now. that i do have feelings. of excitement and elation, alongside the strange ones.

void

void

the world is void right now. all of it. its all a blur. no not a blur .. its less than a blur. its blank. a zero. invisible. can't see behind the fog. the invisible fog. i know i get lost sometimes. but this is rare. blurs are fine. absolute zeros are scary.

voids are recursive. you concentrate on it, it grows larger. it engulfes the brain. it sucks the brain from inside. yes so that's where it actually is. its only inside the brain, not everywhere around.

it happens when you try to look inside. and there's nothing inside. there's a void. and you are surrounded. there is no way out now. all around you there's this plane transparent infinity.

you think about the reason. you think harder. you know who created this void in you. you know who's space it is that you have filled yourself upto brim with. but she's not there. she doesn't want this space inside you. she has left. that's why the void.

the void.

On this auspicious occasion of Valentine's Day today, I have decided to bathe. Wish me luck.

By the way, when the world is celebrating the sacred bond between two hearts, I came across this 'Anti-Valentine's Day' SMS that says :

"Never srch ur
hapines in othrs
which will make u
feel alone,srch it
in Urslf, U'll feel
hppy evn when U
r left alone- 1st
anti-valentine
day sms. Proud
to b single!"


Whatever.

My Picture Blog

Looking at some picture blogs, I have been inspired enough now to have one of my own.

And since I very much value my flair for good pics, I would like to give you a taste of it.

Here goes: Photo Imagery - http://photoimagery.blogspot.com/

And yes, I would love to have some comments.

anup

Japan's "real" 3D image projector

Japan's "real" 3D image projector - Engadget

Now that's groundbreaking!

Just think of the applications! And of what this thing could grow into in the not-so-far-away future! I am awed!

When did I lose it?

ON THE ROAD AGAIN: Life is lonely:
"Where are your wings
when you want to fly
when did you last smell
the smell of the rain
and lie on the grass"

Yeah I really had forgotten that! It has been really long since last I enjoyed rain with my face stretched upwards! Where have I been! I really don't remember anything!

When did I lose that? And why don't I try to go back to the other side?

Yes, one reason comes to mind. This can be it. That one year probably. I lost that one year and I forgot all the previous ones too. The year I prepared for IIT JEE. I seriously feel sometimes that I shouldn't have done that. To sit at home for one year for that one stupid exam. My life lost so many dimensions.

You know, I was energetic. I had energy back then. I could do anything if I wanted to. And I am a waste now.

...
I am losing words now. I should stop.