Saturday, November 24, 2012

Rhythm of life

Awakened by warmth
Let down by love
The heart still sways to the sound of music
It still alightens to the slightest of sounds
Though down in the dust
Beaten by the wind
The soul still longs
The heart still thirsts for the rhythm of the beat

Hidden in the chime of the wind
Naked as the fluttering bird
Every movement awakens the rhythm of life

Beauty awakened at the sway of stems,
To the beat of the wind
Every inch of being moving towards the rhythm of life
Sound, music, rhythm, they all resound life
The joy they possess

To the one who's heart is attentive
To the one who could never be beaten.

Green


The transition condescending on me,
The fact it wasn't a city no more
I waded into the heart of green
Feeling cheerfulness in a way I had not recognized before 
The hills greeted one with glorious majesty.
And the green soothened the eyes 
Fields of paddy so green as far as the eye could see, 
melted the melancholy of the soul
The lone crane carrying the pride of ownership of the lands
Reminded one of the respect held for an ecosystem 
Life so light yet so full
Greeted me with a symphony from of old..

And all that in me resounded home.

Trans and Cry


The sky fell into a trans..
Clouds turned into a dark trail of outbursts of cries from of old
The lightning came not as the gift of light, but that of fury from up above
Thunder resounded the mistakes of old aloud 
All one could do is stand and watch
This too shall pass, a voice was heard looking like a rainbow 
A voice that could not calm the rage
But truly brought reason into outrage 
And when it did pass and the stillness of nature hailed 
One could just not wonder
Was the rage of nature worth waiting for?
It still remains beyond comprehension why again one awaits the arrival of the thunder storm 
just to see the rainbow

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Sense it seems



Sense seems so far away, when rationality leaves
Life seems so unmistakable when all is well
And then the days come tumbling down and nights seem distant
And all is you see is the shadow of light fleeting away, in the distance of life gone by
Time heals they say, but the audacity of words kill
It seems to me so hard, to comprehend the tenderness once possessed
can be turned into a fiery grave

Don't awaken the hurts of life by faded memories,
The very essence of happiness they once gave can tear you apart for the love you hold
Is that memory dear as you think it is or is just the shadow which lingers
Closed by deary nights
Hope they never pass away.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Unfinished :)


It was as though I had come a long way from what I called  civilization, its funny how everything in life is relative, words, thoughts etc. I just realized everything I know, things to be are all just relative.
Seated at the window seat on a bus bound home, I stared in awe outside the window, with my heart leaping with joy for the beauty my eyes beheld. A new found love to the place I was born birthed in me. I had quiet forgotten how beautiful this place was, I guess I was too involved with hustle and bustle of life I forgot for a very long time in life to stare, to stare at the beauty which this place offered.
The trees looked like they had been here forever, grandfather trees is what I would  call them, so tall that they block the heavy rays of the sun and all that could be seen and felt was the subtle warming rays, there was so much green, so much soothing balm to the eyes as well as any heart bruised by the pain and hurts of the city.
The water just flowed next to them, it was neither a river or a lake, it couldn't be called a brook either, the name was too sophisticated. It was just soothing balm flowing through a land which needed none, colorless but sparkling and flowing to a land that might need them, for them who would need the elixir of life. I saw the fields in a distance, like most poets say the paddy they were swaying in the gentle breeze of the morning. They swayed centuries ago, still swaying and will always sway to the rhythm of the wind. All that my mind could comprehend was those effortless, carefree days of my childhood when green was all I knew, beauty was all that I saw, tender warmth and affection was all I felt, when life was not a dread of routine but of enjoying the simple pleasures of life, of being with two faces who manifested love in my life. Wherever they are or whatever they are doing somehow I felt they were happy when my heart leapt at the sight of beauty and they realized that the time we spent together could be never lost.
The sight of houses marveled by imagination, they were neither villas or bungalows but they possessed a radiance even though just bricks something I had not seen in ages, I saw neatly washed clothes out to dry, life not that bashful but softness wrapped around. I just couldn't get my mind to understand how did I miss all this.
Out the window I saw a lone hill in the distance, the hill as such not visible because they were covered with trees and boulders, reminding one the majesty this land possessed. I felt the hill like giants, who midgets hide under their shadow, this hill somehow hid rather a lot of us from blazing heat so that it was just enough to enjoy the soothing shadow.
From the land of malls, all I found here were a small room with the bare necessities and strangely it puzzled me how did anyone could survive without variety in life, but the strangest fact was people do survive, I did but then it wasn't survival it was the celebration of life and contentment  

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Sereneness


This is the story of meeting serenity in the most unlike of circumstances. Beauty drawn from within, incomparable to vanity though more attractive and flamboyant, the irony of life prevails.
Such is the existence of the human race.
Life by the mountain side, the luscious green as far as the eye can see, the sun’s rays sparkling through the thick green, as though ornamented by a diamond necklace from above, streams flowing down the mountain resembling tiny pieces of mirrors sparkling in the sun. Shack by the stream side, shadowed from the sun by the mountain line, dewdrops still resting on the shrubs and the  smell of dying coal keeping the shack warm, chimney puffing its last breath as the sun creeps out from behind the mountain, that  eternal source of heat.
The wooden planks beneath his feet creaked, the kettle whistled, the smell of coffee intoxicated his nostrils with the sense of a bright new morning. Stepping from the warmth of his shack into the gentle mist and wet grass, he longed for the presence of a living being to commune with, though he never lacked silent creatures for company. Their silence meaning more than a million empty words he'd heard in the metropolis, though never missing its vanity all he wished for was a companion whose presence would comfort the silence of mountains.
The roads crowded with people marching silently but steadily back after a day's work amidst the burden of travel in overcrowded buses of an ever growing but never ceasing economy was gruesome.
A lone one walked the dimmed streets careful not to trip on the unpaved paths of the cosmopolitan; she walked past the hustle and bustle concentrating on reaching the destination as soon as possible or used these days as ASAP. Lost in a world, imagination taken over with no significant human presence in an ever crowded society, moving unnoticed, loneliness lurked the inmost of her soul. 
Resting his eyes to the early morning light, thoughts wandered, the stillness of night left his soul, as the engine roars in the background for any machine his thoughts worked inwardly causing his soul to groan for reasons which his conscious mind had forgotten as time crept by. His thoughts faded into sleep, dreams took hold, driving amidst the hustle and bustle, hurrying towards the destination passing by faces which bore age greater than reality, silence and dullness prevailed but for the occasional loud noises that resounded in the background. Out the window the only scenery was that of ruins and occasional make shift shelters, nothing moved the stillness of mind, a large noise startled but still in control he tried to steer his heavy duty vehicle out of harm’s way one more noise and shards of glass were strewn all around, ‘red’ the color prevailed. Woken by gasps for air, sweat dropping off his brow, he stilled himself the way he was taught to and moved on with the rest of the day
Thoughts crammed her mind about him, that serene face she had seen but never forgotten that one time in the darkness of the street where she saw him dropping off a friend she wondered who that girl was, family or friend or was she something more than a friend. She didn’t know much but what she knew was the man possessed a certain sereneness which she longed for. A glance and his aura spread to everyone who met him, hair combed back, eyes perfect with stillness, strong jawed. 
260 kilometers from his safe nestle, the city life brought some kind of chaotic music back into his life. He roamed the city with little less of a map or a mind, neither the lotus temple nor the tomb of one of the Mughals enthralled him. Dawn turned noon, noon turned dusk and twilight prevailed and people slowly moved back into their own little dens. The lone walked swiftly, suddenly the swiftness turned into amazement as she saw the same aura once again, she saw him standing there with no clue as to where to turn to, still composed still serene, one would think a mind with such calmness is worth envy, but none would dare to think that still waters run deep. A strange urge captured her to go say, “what is the secret of your calm face?” he recognized her from few years back the same inquisitive curious eyes which met his on an evening like this with a million questions buzzing through her mind not knowing how to prioritize or ask them. Her eyes beamed with childlike charm which made him want to introduce himself.
On a road he’d hardly travelled, to a stranger in the midst of a million other strangers would a Hi count would a name make a difference or would it be just another scam? Eyes fixed on each other, passing each other by they could not but wonder if sereneness would bring life into the lonesome and the child like beam bring company to the grim.

Rains :)


Staring into the wide open space from behind a glass box, thoughts wandered far away, immersing one in a world beyond which the eyes met. The sky was brightly illuminated by the sun glowing far and wide clouds scattered itself along the horizon, silver lining looked its best. The time had come for rains to set in, but they never came, the flora, the fauna, everything that moved, and everything that lived except that one which walked on two legs.
Who could blame the two legged species, the rains set in and water overflowed everywhere hindering their ways to and from their destinations, for those who lived in those concrete jungles, but for those who lived amongst the green, rain was always welcome for it always brought life its way as long as it did not cross nature’s limits.  Sprouts are always beautiful to the eye who knows to behold beauty at its simplest. The young ones made little boats which sailed every puddle by, the older generation praising God for his goodness in making the fruit of the soil grow, giving food to the living.
Noon passed by when a dark cloud came, just dark not furious with wrath, a cloud which carried gentleness to be showered down on the earth. The sky darkened and the heaven’s opened to pour out rain in its season, the earth smiled at the thought of being watered and it rained.
From behind the glass, all that the eye could see, was water being showered over green and concrete making no difference to either. The dusty leaves came back to life with a new aura which summer had hidden. The life of the monsoons bloomed in the fraction of a second, a new era in the ever cycling world of seasons.
The earth was full and the heavens closed up, the gentle breeze moved the clouds away giving way for the sun to caress the earth again. A few droplets declined to leave the atmosphere as to spray the rays into beautiful colors, a sight one’s eyes could not take off.
As dusk set in, the glass turned opaque closing the only window to the outer world, that of beauty and beast and all that was left was one’s own reflection, the only constant from where we learn to draw life’s beauty.