Friday, December 23, 2011

At the crossroads

At the crossroads of jeopardy, I stand today,

Knowing not where to head,

Future is dark and the past is faded,

I am sinking in the sand of today.

Flashes of past, mob my mind,

I know not how to react,

I encounter them with a straight face,

As they mock and pass by.

I wonder what wrong I did,

To deserve such a phase,

My love bleeds,

Though my eyes are dry.

Words that’d cast a spell in my life,

Have shattered me bad, inside out,

I stand like a zombie,

Wonder if ever I’ll feel love,

Would I even earn a kiss, if I were to die…

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

मन कुछ बावरा सा रहता है!

ना जाने ऐसा क्यूँ होता है,
मन कुछ बावरा सा रहता है,

कभी आने वाले कल के अक्स को आईने में देखता है,
तो कभी गुजरे लम्हों की पर्चायिओं के पीछे भागता है,
गुम रहता है कहीं- आज से वाकिफ,
सुन रहता है ये उन पलों में, जिनमे ये अभी बहता है,
और फिर करता है उस गुजरे वक़्त का इंतज़ार,
जो लहरों की तरह आया और बहा ले गाया- समय की रेत को,
ये दौर कुछ यूँ ही दोहराता है,
जो चला गया उसी की राह में पलके बिछाता है,

ना जाने ऐसा क्यूँ होता है,
मन कुछ बावरा सा रहता है!

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

My Fantishes!

Oh! How I wish I could,

Lie in the stillness of a stream by a moonlit calm night; do nothing but stare back at the glaring stars.

Oh! How I wish I could,

Relax on the cottony clouds on a pleasant day; enjoy the scene around and look at the tiny toys on the ground.

Oh! How I wish I could,

Take a dip into a dew drop and sun bath on a plush green velvety leaf; lay calm in the lap of nature.

Oh! How I wish I could,

Ride on a butterfly and touch every flower; bask in their beauty and fresh fragrance.

Oh! How I wish I could,

Bungee jump with the rain drops and fall on a frogs head, already on a hop.

Oh! How I wish I could,

Be a guest at the bumble-bees, dine with them for honey; all stuffed and drenched in golden nectar.

Oh! How I wish I could,

Dance with a slim-snowman and ski through vanilla snow; ice cream all around and chocolate hung on trees.

Oh! How I wish I could,

Take you on my flying book, escorting you to my land of fantasies, so you can see my wishes ripe.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Isolation plea...

Just for a day, let me be...

Spare me of expectations, set me free.

Running around in life, I gasp for breath,

Not that I fear the strife, but I am fatigued.

Past is past, it was decades ago,

Picture me not, in a frame so old.

Yes, you nurtured and trusted me too,

Not that I don’t reciprocate, but even I am blue.

If you can then do excuse,

Enough of it now, I need refuge.

And once I am me, I shall return,

Romancing life, in a new verve!

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Still Waters

Illusions in still waters are striving to flare,

Tied and lonely, they conquer despair,

A hint of a ripple and a stream of hope,

Illuminates the drab and expels loath,

Thoughts ablaze with vision of the day,

Across the stagnant, exclaiming hurray!!!

Monday, May 2, 2011

Euro-Trip (Travelogue)- Part1

Being back from my Euro-trip is like waking up froma beautiful dream that was. But simply thinking about it and talking about my trip to all my pals is like living the dream and incarnating it again in my mind and that’s the reason I write this blog post, so that it marks the realisation of one of my dreams in life for which both of us, me and hubby worked hard in life. But definitely a huge and specially thanks to Vishal, who apart from being a hubby is so much more that the list of roles he plays in my life, which are never ending and ever increasing.

And yes, needless to say, being back from one of our dream destinations we are all the more geared up to do well and better. God bless us pleaseeeee and thanks for all your blessings so far.

On this good note, I begin with all my awesome experiences. Happy reading folks and do write back your feedbacks and comments.

Sheikh at Sight: Yep and that’ what I did at Doha airport when I spotted a Sheik for the first time in my life, I shook my head in awe and soon I was staring at each one of them from head to toe and in the back of my mind, I was guessing how rich would he be and yes of course how many pretty wives each of them must be having. They were dressed in pure white robes from head to toe, though some wore leather chappals, while a few others (more rich ones, i guess) wore white footwear that decently matched their white and rich robes. They wore strong perfumes that again got my mind working on how expensive the perfumes would be. It was weird but pretty relative to je-set into calculations coz a few friends told me that these sheikhs are so filthy rich that go for a vacation in the most expensive hotels of most expensive city's and their lanes, taking along all their wives and army of kids along with their private vehicles in their private planes and end up booking complete hotels and its floors, so that have only their home and community/family people in the hotel. Whew! God just make me half the rich, they are and Iwill shop, shop and shop and even my skin would be flawless like of their women who look like mannequins of porcelain.

Yes I really got envious of their women only for their beauty and all the money, after all that's what women are mad about-Looking Good and The Best!

After a 2 hour stop over at the Doha airport and all my madness about the wealth and beautiful wives of sheiks, we headed for Rome, approx. 7 hour journey from Doha.

Roam in Rome: With my hotel in the suburbs, the drive from there to the city was awesome. Each street, park, shop, and crossing I passed by looked like a scene out of a Hollywood movie. Graffiti’s by each wall, compact petrol stations, neat lanes and smartly dressed people walking on the footpath, semi circular canopies at almost every shop, people jogging and exercising in the park, a few cycling on their way and roads full of hatchback cars. It looked like a busy, healthy and practical city.

Looking at its architecture, some of which is much in ruins since itdates back to ages back, it was artistic and amazing to look at. A delight for the eye and an awe for the mind, on how art in those times was practices with great detail to every wrinkle on a face and crease on their linen (now I am being a little modest, because there were barely any clothes seen on the statues there and for the first time ever these were male statues :P).

We started our sight seeing from the town-hall, Piazza Venezia, Piazza di Spagna, Piazza Navona, Pantheon, Colosseum, The arc of Constantine, Fontana di Trevi (Trevi Fountain), The Vatican, Musei Vaticani (Vatican Museum), Sistine Chapel. More or less almost all of them are like close to each other. And since the whole of Europe has a walking culture, you could well travel almost 2-3 of them on foot, each day. But yes it definitely is quite a lot of walking, so it is advised to carry good sports shoes with nice tough/yet cushiony soles. Starting your day early for the tour, you might feel a little cold a light cardigan/ pullover then and in the evening though, should suffice.

Visit to each of those gigantic historic monuments I was speechless but my camera definitely went crazy clicking and registering the finesse of the art there. To be precise, any number of photographs would be less to capture each bit of what you see and if you begin to pay attention to the history and intent behind every sculpture in-there, you’ll get exhausted. Well and to be honest after 2 days in Rome, even I was exhausted of clicking pictures because every damn building down the street, including the street lights and dustbins, looked artistic.

Another great thing about Italy was that you must spend some time and bucks to try their local food in their market place that i full of roman cafeterias and pizzerias. We too had our dinner at one of the Pizzeria near Piazza di Spagna, which is like a theatrical square, full of activity. You will witness, artists sketching, singing, dancing, playing musical instruments and I in person got to see a few magical tricks too from a magician from Australia. It was enchanting and tranquilizing experience. What I really loved was the liberty with a sense of discipline and responsibility. People worked when in office and were out by 6, drinking and dining their evening with friends and dear ones. Enjoying themselves and doing what they like and waited not till weekends but had fun right after office. With every bite of my pasta, soothing cold winds, along with awesome music and cheerful noises, I felt much like a protagonist in a Hollywood movie and grabbed as much art and beauty I could and savoured it with every passing moment.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Congrats! A complete aberration is fertile again. Rejoice!

Wonder if it happens often with writers... that after a point in time, one feels famished on new thoughts, ideas and even words too. You might understand the relevance and intent behind what needs to be expressed and to whom, but as you begin to craft it out on a sheet of paper, words betray you, emotions-escape, the tone is lost and thoughts lay crippled. And you feel no less than a complete aberration!

Soon, to free yourself from this uncanny situation of derailed senses, you try n-number of activities to revive the momentary loss of focus and creativity. And then begins the search for some inspiration, and much like the saying “nothing succeeds like success”; I believe “nothing creates (inspires creativity) like creativity”. But, while you jostle for those satiating pieces of great art, you hop from one writing, to another video, and to the next song, further to a great collection of photography and so on.

Though jumping around with little or no attention to what you are absorbing from each one of them, your impatient-craving for that completeness, makes you a crazy rover. Hovering around in search of an adhesive that will make-whole, your fallen pieces, to complete and make-believe yourself; you begin to scribble yet again and to your amazement you have the problem in front of you, trapped in words and solved, for you blabbed it out, and finally it sits pretty as a blog-post, glaring back at you in awe.

Congrats! Discomfort and disruption has given birth to innovation yet again and made you fertile...Rejoice!

Monday, March 14, 2011

Thoughts in the dark

In numbness of the dark,
a zillion thoughts rev up,
denying to settle, defying all limits.

Untamed and mindless they meander into nullity,
all by themselves,
searching for sanctity.

Naked and true,
they are original and innocent,
oblivious of expectations,
they fear not nothing.

Thoughts that wander,
in the stillness of the night,
structured in words, on paper they alight...

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Empty your trash and travel along the winds of change…

If you ever happen to be sad, perturbed or feel less loved, close your eyes, rewind your life and play it slowly. Recollect every single person you have come across, see and sense all of it again. The constellation of your memories will take you down the lanes of nostalgia, where you can relive and witness all the moments gone by, from a distance. When you look at them afresh after so long; you will experience a childlike innocence- full of inquisitiveness. Once you watch the sequence of events unravel you will be awestruck at the revelations on the other side, which have silently lain unnoticed and went amiss in the heat of the moment. You would, now be able to see the complete picture and see through it, which would join the loose ends of the thread that have till now created unrest in you.

Some of these moments will bring you a curvaceous smile, some just a smirk, other might make you blush as well. However, you might as well encounter moments that you have feared, that have left you scarred and have had deep and dark impacts on you. Don’t run away then, face them, fight them and sail through them with a hope to see a bright light awaiting you at the end of this dark tunnel. You might as well come across people who gave you all that misery, look into their eyes and tell them with utmost truth that you have forgiven them and they are liberated from your hatred and grudge that you bear in your heart. Say it as many times as you can and say it till you feel at peace. Empty your trash, free yourself of all your grudges and let go.

Soon the tranquility of spectacular sceneries, precious and joyous moments, smiling faces of your loved ones and all the fun memories will come rushing to you, in an embrace. It is then you would move on in life and be a free soul, light as a leaf ready to travel along the winds of change…

Monday, February 21, 2011

A pot that plopped with a popping sound….

A pot full of pebbles, placed on the window pane,

Pop went the sound, when Poo and piggy came.

Puzzled and petrified at the plopping of the pretty vase,

Poo and piggy tried to run, but papa panda came.

Pootling towards them, papa panda growled,

Putt went another pot, and a baby squirrel was found.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Multi facets of a Woman, put the real face of her in jeopardy!

I always wanted to write about womanhood from quite some time now, but it was bewildering for me to choose a start point. There is lots of beauty attached to being a woman than just being pretty and glamorous. Also, there could be 'n' number of instances that can be brought to light to portray the multiple roles she plays with her enormous zeal. But I had never thought I would begin with spotting one of her dilemas in life.

Being a woman myself, I have grown up watching lots of women around me, from having studied in a girls school, college to having many friends in and out of office and further learning and observing from the women of both my families. They work the hardest of all with all rigour and zeal but they often collapse being dissatisfied too. They shell out all their love and energies but often at the cost of themselves. Of course they themselves are to be blamed for it but then there is also the society and the patriarchal system of value to be blamed too.

This system being the base of our society has gone to be so robust that you will often find a woman burdened with tonnes of expectations by another woman itself. I well understand the key role of a woman in the family and agree that she really needs to steer certain values and discipline to all her further generations but at the same time I back her personal space too. By all means she has all rights of being herself, devoting time to keep up with her interests in life and may be go away- into the state of blankness much like the men, which can happen only if the levels of expectations from her are lowered a bit.

Over the many generations these expectations go higher, suppressing her to do and work the way that other women in the family have been doing but the matter of fact is, the woman of today needs to evolve with the times and keep up to them. Being humans of limited capabilities, it is important to understand that while meeting a few expectations, she might loose out on a few others but just bragging about your experience into her ears all the time would not help but only create much chaos and noise in her head, leading her to drown her own being in the rising levels of expectations.

I know I might be looking at just one aspect of it and might be hind sighted, but again I will learn gradually. Many will have their own set of point of views and might completely disown my thoughts, end up being disappointed after reading it all but then my message to them is to lower their level of expectations and simply observe how I evolve.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Spying your spouse-to-be!

The very thought to this title is scary and even more so to those who are thinking to tie the knot recently. But those who have already plunged into this nuptial agreement have mastered the art of sailing through the waters of marriage and tides of circumstances.

No, I write on it not to create some tremors in your already building up courtship, rather this is an impromptu statement that I quoted while working on one of my clients that serve almost a similar kind of service. I know their intentions are great but with all the casting couches, spy cams, controversies and emotional atyachars of the world doing a round, your mind does get a little too wacky and wicked at times.

So basically, they offer you all the information services so that you know the historical, geographical, economical, physiological (and who knows what all) backgrounds before you tie the knot or not!

Yes now that’s what I call Spying your spouse-to-be….

Count Your Blessings

Often we realize-not what we have, unless we hear the under privileged speak about it.

When I quote, “under privileged”, I refer not to those who are hand to mouth or those who fall in the category of BPL, but of those who have certain restriction and obligations. Those who wish to touch the sky but speak not about it but silently trick their hollering heart and mind. They have dreams to accomplish but wait for the time to strike a chord with their fate.

And on the other hand are those who are blessed with worldly pleasures but fail to cherish the nectar. They have no time to capitalize the worth of every moment spent in merriment, but to only look down on things left undone, spotting the blots and poking into the loop holes of every situation and person they encounter.

But one fine day when curtains of thanklessness are raised; they realize the beauty beneath the naked skin and crib not for the fur or a piece of cloth to drape anymore; rather they find solace and thankfulness in being blessed with crystal soul and serene sentiments, sensing life and taking pride in being the blessed one.