Wrinkled Anger

Cleansing the said
removing its effect,
I fall on your chest
leaving behind resentment
fall for your spirit.

Listen to unsaid
blank verses of your beats,
They sing a choir
of our love.

A touch of rock
sculpted into gem
A green leaf turned pale
fallen and dead.

We are flowers dried
yet rejoice
the fading skins
as pious as
Mother Mary's wings.

PS: The poem featured in Purple Hues, an international anthology published by Sanmati publishers, Delhi.

Obscure platter

Absence speaks
presence belies
Dreams defy
Incomplete tales
supersede composite.

Surreal compounds
concomitant connotations
Reality deceives
more than fakery does.

One can only condone
with the demons around
Fair and Unfair Unite
Incomprehensibly Undefined.

Right and wrong vanishes
Segregating line become inconspicuous
Sometimes one can't act
but only accept

The platter offered
by Fate.

Reigning Reins

The reins of mind need control
Feed them with right food.
They run in fury
Thoughtlessness prevails
or thoughts abound to drown.

Let your heart reign
over those reins.
Righteous derailed
could come back
on the track.

The right eyes
can recognize
the sugar lying in disguise.
The violet blues
violently waiting for you
surmount them.

Vale of thoughts
goes on & on
The reins of mind
run like a beast.
Retain the reins
of instinctive spirit.

Potent truth

Dive in the layers of truth
Core that forms you
Blindly brutal
Brew your senses fool
Blend them to know
The realities
Beneath blanketed heart
Blackened head.

Turn on truth
Befriend a Muse
Touch the change
Witness invisible
All that is within.

Transcend boundaries
that limit you
Disseminate the wings of spirit
An abode awaits
To catch,
to scratch
to unravel the roads
of infinite.

Miss Lovely

Five Hindi films that made my mind stir..

1) Udaan - The ending of this movie is thought provoking. Rajat Barmecha (Rohan) is not sure about what kind of life he is gonna have but he takes up the challenge to enter in an unseen Uncertain Cave, a new life which will certainly get him rid of his father's torments, but it also opens doors for new kind of struggles and opportunities. Such a move takes a lot of courage and its a life changing decision and it may make him go astray or it may give him a new ray. Moreover, he decides to take his little step brother with him, he is not insensitive towards the little kid. He knows that this little kid will add to his responsibilities and he knows that leaving him with father will only make his life hell. Hence, a lesson of taking up responsibility, challenges, struggles, and making life with own hands is what strikes me most and leaving behind what does not let you live or grow at all. In real life, students commit suicide for small failures in life but here is the guy who does not lose his mind, rather he uses his mind to make a  new life.

2) Bhaag Milkha Bhaag - In this movie, specifically that scene where Meesha shafi (Perizad) tries to seduce Farhan Akhtar (Milkha Singh) in swimming pool. He says, "ye meri khud se ladai hai." This dialogue made me feel that somehow love and lust both distract you from your goals. And his short term affair with Rebacca Breeds (Stella) made him feel that she keeps him from his dreams. Movie as a whole gives a message that if you want to achieve something, your entire focus should be on your goals and I feel its an apt message for the current generation as they are more into love and lust, consequently, they have no goals to chase.

3) 3 Idiots - I loved this movie because of the strong message it gives in relation to the profession students choose. Sometimes parents force their dreams on their children which is not right on their part. And also the ignorance of some students who choose Engineering then go for MBA and then work in Banks, Amir Khan (Rancho) calls Sanjay Lafont (Suhas) a Gadha for making such choices in life. And I find many such people in real life too who are not sure of what they want to do in life, they are just moving like cattles in the crowd so its a good lesson for them.

4) Table No. 21 - The movie takes up the sensitive issue of ragging in an unusual way. I feel the message is strong and must change those insensitive hearts who are around us. How a normal child becomes mentally challenged just because of severe ragging, it moved me and I hope it change the people who rag unnecessarily.

5) Swades - The movie gives a message of developing your own homeland no matter how much you have studied and progressed. It makes me feel like staying in India and adding to the development of my own country instead of going to some other country and adding to their resources. You owe development to your homeland.

 PS : This post is a part of the Miss Lovely Activity in association with BlogAdda.

Love

A demon that haunts
Comes or not, a matter of chance.
Fades or finds, the heart.
If chokes them, it bleeds and dies.
The blots stay safely etched in life.

PS: This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

She - rare to see

Complications survived
More than she
Did

Hatred breed
More than
Love

Puzzles blanked
Minds blanketed with
dark

Tricky is he
Who plays it
astutely

Hold you in pain
Rare species,
on the verge of extinct.

Dog
Turning more humane
Than he.

Reversing the symphony
Entangled in a knotty
reality.

Trying to catch poise - she
Flies & cries
Steals & hides.

Her endurance
A rare feature
A Rare creature - She.

Laughter diminishing
Slaughter multiplying
Every hour.

Grumbles touching skies
but no rescue provides
His tyrant world.

Broken glass like hearts

Bits of love
Pieces in separation
Mingled to form
An incomplete ache.

Some feelings felt
Some emotions drenched
Some days they smiled
Sometimes silence reigned

Love undercuts love
Gaze turned glares
Softness now coarse
Screaming breathe of hers

His heart wore indifference
It was the end
Her heartache strangulated
Her breathe choked

Refused to move in...

Mother nature at play

Waking up to his touch
My marmalade like
Radiant face.

Sun rays envious
Cerulean sky asks
For some Persimmon shades.

I fly like a butterfly
Painted so colorful
As dipped in nature.

Teleporting brightness
To this world,
Swallowing fumes.


Wandering like a gypsy
To shatter the shells
Filled with sulky flames.


Exhausted I collapse
My heart murmurs,
"Someone's calling."

I get up rapidly,
My electric nerves
Empower me.

Twilight received my sheen
World needs a fairer moon,
A blaze of amber.


The energy of galaxies
Rejuvenate me
When every being is fast asleep.

PS : This poem featured in Purple Hues, an international anthology published by Sanmati Publishers.
Initially I wrote it as a contribution to #InkBlood #Round2 #Entry8

Disarray

His indifference
Recreates a queer
Painting of pain.
In my spirit
I live a little more.
My body fades,
wishes to live less.
His absence
mars my existence.
I sink in the sea
Poisoned with ache.
Heart shrinks
With fears
I break down
In despair.
Distressed
With games
Folks Play
Thin lines
Between physical
And emotional
Mind wanders
To seek
Comprehension.
He feeds my demons
To play games
Instead of enduring
Melancholia.
Should I walk away
To part ways
Or walk closer
To belive
Its not fake.
It will not betray
My hopes & dreams
I had seen & believed
I shall live them
Someday.
With each stab
Im losing track
Of life, of love
Of hope, of cures.

Pouring Love

If you ever leave
disappear like Sun
I want you to rise
every morn
in my arms.

Live in my eyes a life,
every night.
I'll hynotize
you to sleep
by my affectionate gaze.
You pull me into your dreams
by snuggling asleep.

Sleep in my lap
like Moon resting
in blanketed dark sky.
Innocence resting in
your closed eyes,
falling in drowsy dreams
of our life.

Romance sprinkle
Stars twinkle
a hopeful dance.
Chaos in clouds
clears by and by.

I belong with you
just like dew
to a leaf.
Bathe in my touch
it purges of pain
give you succour.

I resemble rain
in the way it falls,
I fall for you
like tiny abundant droplets
drenching the world.

Let me drown you
in the rainfall
of my love.
You sniff love with every breathe
like a drenched leaf
Wet soil shall bless us,
our union.

The cold breeze
cast a spell over us
make us love engulfed
as Nature celebrates a fair.

Brew me in your spirit
Blend me in your soul
Savour me like a juicy fruit
Lets paint love in universe
as Colors dance on canvas.

Let my skin rhyme with thine
Let us write verses on sand
Let us leave skinprints on nature
evidence of our deep love.

Our flow of love
like flow of verses
ceaseless tries & failures
to reach zenith
to compliment each line
of our lives
destined to be drawn
entwined.

We shall voice our love
like twittering birds.
The bird within me
longs to fly
explore every sky
accompanied by
you.

I wish to see the world
from your eyes.
I want to wander
holding your hand
in mine.

Our love will bloom
like a fresh flower
every morning
We shall consume
scented shower.

Our youthfulness might wither
but love will not.
Like dead dried flowers
we might look colorless
but true love is
in loving who
is not so beautiful.

Our love will see
wrinkles as ripples
underneath soul
caused by
the memories made
hands held
in moments of grace
in times of crisis.

Our bodies can be feeble
but aging do not make
hearts fragile.
Love strengthens
in blooming togetherness.

My heartbeats sing choir
call your
presence divine.
My love dipped existence
dances on your rhymes.

I shall exist in your poems eternally
You will stay immortal in my fables
We write each other
and make love through words.

We embrace a paradise
your touch worships
my smile blushes.
You distract me in gloom
& attract me in tune
of mellifluous love.

Our union will create
a new horizon of love.
Our skin at play
Our souls celebrating solace.
We shall rise in love
a little more
with the break of every dawn.

I Saw, I Learnt

When i was pursuing graduation (SYBA) I became friends with a senior Blossom Francis & one day got a chance to meet her mother Mrs. Rosy Francis. She is a widow. She lost her husband after a couple of years of her marriage, her children were just two or three year old then. She has two daughters. She was mistreated by her in-laws after the death of her husband.

She told me that her father arranged her marriage when she was very young. Her father liked the guy while some of their relatives informed that the guy has some health problems associated to kidney. But the father or Mrs. Rosy distrusted them and was adamant to get her married to that guy. So they got married and after a couple of years, her husband died of kidney/renal failure. Though Mrs Rosy donated her own kidney to her husband to save his life but the transplanted kidney didn't work and she continued to live on one kidney since then, for her daughters. She educated her daughters, took care of their every need. Her father also helped her in bringing up his grand daughters'.

Mrs. Rosy's story changed my perception of love and dedication towards the partner, regardless of arrange or love marriage. I was 18-19 that time and my perceptions of love were more or less shaped by only romantic movies then. To sacrifice a body part in real life is bigger than sacrificing life in reel life. And the dedication for my partner will be like Mrs. Rosy or may be even more, that's what I saw and learnt. I also salute the lady for her courage to live without remarrying and dedication towards her daughters after the death of husband.

PS : I am sharing what 'I Saw and I Learnt' at BlogAdda.com in association with DoRight.in.

And She Blushed

It was the month of love,
Love was in the air as well as in the breathe of lovers.
The heart shaped red balloons as spry as cupid's move,
The red roses as wonderful as music of heartbeats.

He wore her favourite perfume,
She put on his favourite shade - red.
It was the first valentine together,
there were to celebrate.

He got a bunch of red roses, for her.
He stood waiting & she suddenly appeared.
His eyes emitted spotlight on her
And she blushed, love sparkled in her eyes.

Her crimson dimples defined infinite love
Her glossy curls fanned by air
Her ceaseless blissful smiles to have him as partner
Her proud kohled eyes shaped his life.

He walked towards her to take her in his arms
She surrendered herself into him as a mermaid
Partly his, partly hers
Their souls merged in that deep hug.

Their hearts could dance intimately
on the same rhythms rhyming to
each others buzz...
Blushing faces they were
Clad in bright smiles
Drowned in Delight
of Love, of Life.

PS : This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Fear of Failure

Rashmi for the first time failed in her life in 8th standard, in mathematics. She was taken aback as she looked at her score card. She thought of herself as an average student but this one failure made her feel so pathetic. She lost all her confidence. At night, she was lying in her bed numb for whole night. She got up at 4am, passed by parents’ room & overheard her father saying to her mother,
“Rashmi has disappointed me for the first time in life. I never asked my children to top and secure highest grades, but passing is the least I expect from them. Couldn’t they give me back this little, in return of the efforts I’m making to educate them. Our father didn’t have enough money to educate us, and here, I’m trying to educate them but they ain’t willing to, may be, I don’t know! What? And Why?”

Rashmi eavesdropped her father and tears rolled down her cheeks. She knew she had disappointed her parents. She went on the terrace, cried for long. She made a promise to herself that she’ll never disappoint her family again, in her whole life, never let them down.

She worked hard for compartment and passed. Later when she went to school, she felt embarrassed in her class to share her result with her friends. Though a few more got compartment, but they were habitual to it, but Rashmi was not.

The feared from failing again, she dreaded it. She knew she won’t be able to take the pains of failing ever again in her life, this fear of failure gave her strength to work hard all her life.

PS : This was my entry for #Microfiction #Fear wrote on 28June, 2013 but published late.

Evince Love

Unlock words

And there will be a way

Open your heart & say

The feelings intense inside

The emotions bottled up right.

Save a relation

Don’t let it burn to ashes

Rescue it, for

Later you might

Cry about

Fingers Burnt.

Reconcile with your heart

In which someone else dwell.

Love is the only treasure

Immeasurable

In this ruthless world

Many will pass by

But not to stay

To deceive, to delude

To betray, be crude.

Don't let the one suffer

Who is true...

Disengage with silence

Break through

Mouth your heart out

For true love cross your path

Once in a lifetime.

Hold their hand

& relish life gleefully.

Unlock your mind

Let ego subside

Appreciate their existence

In your life

Consecrate yourself to the heart

Of that being.

PS : This was my entry for Picture Perception - II

Intuitive Love

They were celebrating their 21st marriage anniversary. After the party ended, they moved towards their room.

He followed her. He suddenly hugged her from behind, to her surprise & uttered, “Its’s been 21 years, I’m still enduring you, I can’t believe it, you are amazing Neha,” he giggles.

She, “yeah & it’s a glee to put up with all your bad habits, you still leave the wet towel on bed, you make a mess of bed linen, you never help me in household chores, but when you kiss me on cheek stealthily while I’m busy working is the sweetest thing you always do and I fall for you more,” she chuckles.

He, “thanks for accepting me the way I’m, thanks for loving me this way, I’m so lucky to have you.”

She, “love is not just about the smiles we share, one has to put up with the bad habits of their partner too; love is not a cake walk.”

He, “thats so true Neha, like I endure with your stubborn attitude since day one,” he teases her.

She nudges him in the ribs & he tickles her.

They playfully retire to bed & lying side by side, he recalls, “21 years back, when I first time saw your picture, I had an intuition that this girl shall be my wife, I don’t know why, my inner voice told me that she’s the one”

She replied, “so did my instinct told me, when I first time looked at your picture, I knew from that very moment, you’re the only one for me” she smiled looking deep in his eyes.

He, “and then I just couldn’t listen to anybody except the voice calling my heart, coming out of your picture.”

She gets up from bed & holds in her hand the photoframe lying beside their bed, on the table & shows it to him, their first pictures they saw & fell for each other.

PS : This was my entry for #Microficiton #Instincts on 21 June,2013

Contrasted Desires

Drishti got up from bed & started preparing evening tea. Ramiz, her father stood silently gazing outside the door. She went towards the door & stood behind his father. She saw that a couple was busy planting new trees together. They smiled at each other & enjoyed it completely.

After, seeing that, she knew that his father also longs for her mother, he too wishes to relish small pleasures of life. He was dying inside, for his wife had left him recently, for somebody else. He lived for her daughter.

She couldn’t see this increasing distance between her parents. She was on the brink of losing her mother. For her, their home was no more homely. It seemed to her as dark as hell. She desired seclusion with her grief-stricken heart; on the contrary, her father only desired the company of her daughter, just one reason left to live for.

Finally, she poured out her heart to her dad, “I want to stay aloof for sometime or forever, I don’t know dad, I want to go somewhere” out of utter despair, she said.

Her father replied, “please don’t do this to me, I can’t stay alone at this time, please don’t leave me alone, it would make me lose every reason to live.”

Her eyes were brimmed with tears, yet she held back her tears with full force and said, “ok dad, I’ll stay with you.” In this contrast of desires, the girl had to accept his father’s desires over her own.

PS : This was my entry for #Microfiction #Contrasts on 14 June,2013

Love & hope entwined

She entered home, hiding her face & eyes from all the family members. She went in her room & closed the door. She laid on bed n wept vehemently. She was hiding her tears from whole world, from her family.

She had a heated argument with his boyfriend. She didn't share with her family or friends. She stayed aloof & wrote a mail about breaking up. She loved him very much. According to her she was right & according to his boyfriend he was right. This way no solution came out. She kept on typing with tearful eyes while  introspection was also going on at the back of her mind.

She fell asleep while typing that mail in her cell fone. She woke up after 3hours. Her mind was calm at this time. The sweet sound of wind chime entered her ears. She heard nothing except those chimes due to breeze as it was dangling near the window.

She got up from bed & looked at wind chime, it made her smile with its sweet sound. It gave her hope in those moments. She went near the window & peeped outside. Cool breeze caressed her face & she felt loved in those moments. Nature gave her hope to continue with her boyfriend & love him more. She decided to talk to him & find a solution. Hope helped her move on & leave tears behind.

PS : This was my another entry for #Microfiction #Hope on 7 June 2013

Romance with life

Hope is when we continue to struggle despite difficulties, hurdles, obstacles that try to demovitate us. But we strive to win over it & move on with the hope that someday, it will be alright, this problem will come to an end, we'll solve it successfully. This struggle, this strife is what I call Romance with life.

When sombody fails in some venture, s/he loses hope. They commit suicide or stop making efforts, they submit to their opponants (situations/people), they lose the strength to struggle with odds anymore, which is a choice.. In that moment, they choose hatred for life, or to some it might be a burden which they can't carry; the romance with life ends. Hope vanishes & life ends.

Sometimes hope is sought from the elements of nature, for instance, breeze brushing our face as if caressing; or watching moon late night from balcony or terrace as if its pouring love; or the care of sunlight when shivering in cold; warmth of your partner; small effort of your child to comfort you; and sometimes conincidences transpire unexpectedly which make you smile in worst mood.. These coincidences are hope giving in disguise, they are sent by God to keep you going.. Thats another way of showering love n romance by life upon us.

One real life event to conclude, when I saw physically challenged children dancing on wheel chairs & with the help of each other in SatyaMev Jayate( a show host by Amir Khan) My heart told me they are romancing with life & you need to learn from them.. To keep dancing, to stay optimistic, no matter how adverse situation you are stuck in.. For you have legs & hands & brain, you can act & conquer whatever comes in your way.

PS : This was my contribution to #Microfiction #Hope  on 7June 2013

Hold my hand

Hold my hand

& make me believe

that my love

breathes, exists

in trivial moments.

Let us create

a treasure of love

My heart will turn

a repository

of memories.

I do not yearn for

flowers & presents

in my hand.

I want your hand in mine.

Together we shall color our lives.

Come closer & take away blues

Pour me in some bright shades

Give me light days 

Supersede Sun & Moon's grace

My life will illumine in thy embrace. 

PS : Picture by me :) of a friend's hand.