Simply Vamsi

Oh the Little things!

2012-01-03T03:04:00.001+05:30

What is it about the little things that shapes our personality, our
behaviour, our perception, to an extent which we might not be able to estimate and so we might ignore it. But yet it has a huge impact on our actions.

May it be laughing on a friend's joke which we didn't understand.
May it be a small misunderstanding or miscommunication which creates a chain of actions which in turn changes our attitude towards the person or the place or our lives. I have found my own life turning into a totally different direction by having ignored or by caring less about those little things.

Those little things! A slight negligence by her( or your loved ones) can make us think of things which never existed. And remember that time when she smiled at you? for no reason? Remember the elation? Oh these small things, desperately forcing us to reciprocate or compliment that feeling.

May it be the rising sun which just takes a minute to rise out of the horizon and yet in a minute it fills us with energy for an entire day!
Or the setting sun, which is transient too, refreshing us, relaxing us from the tiredness of an entire day!

May it be a passionate kiss!! :-) - the feeling of which is volatile too, yet it imprints us or a life time! ( OK come back to this blog and you can reminisce later :D )
Or a fight over a silly issue which stretches on and on till it turns into a huge conflict!!
I wonder why the small things impacts us so severely. Seriously! No?

A friend of mine told me that his aim of life is to earn as much money as he possibly can. Hmm.
Well, earning money is good, everyone needs money, but in search of that money, who knows he might be ignoring those small/little/meaningless things, yet meaningful if thought upon. May be they were impacting his future. May be not? I am not sure. But if yes, they would slowly be shaping his future, turning him or his circumstances into something which he did not desire, yet they might be happening because of his own actions. I might be completely wrong. But it gets me thinking about things he might be missing on. May it be having a Chai on a roadside with a close friend, or a quick
joyous banter with his siblings or a reassuring chat with his mother. Oh these little things... Who cares, eh?

Today, as I write this blog on my mobile, while a friend is speeding through the busy roads, while another friend is dozing off to the tunes of crossing winds, and my minds wanders ....why am I reminded of those small things, Why?

Oh the small little things..!

I remember walking in the rain with her, holding hands, while we were getting drenched and yet simpering in the streets of MG road. Everything was so normal yet breathtaking....yet mesmerizing as if something had been mixed into the air....making it a heady cocktail in which our senses were swimming. The aroma of the wet soil, the lamps of the hawkers, the designer lights along the street, and the fragrance of red roses sold by a little girl, everything was glowing, everything was so pleasant. And the cacophonic city noises, oh were they less than any of the favourite melodious tunes? Was the crowded street bothering me? I was walking through the clutter so easily, as if it was meant to. As if nothing could stop me from completing that walk with her. Just like the light passing through the darkness before dawn, piercing everything on the way, splintering into numerous beams when obstructed, finding its own way, the way it was supposed to, the way it was meant to, just so untroubled, just so natural! Logically, it was just another day, an everyday story, but at the same time it was so special, just that evening - it was inexplicable! Oh the little things...! I am generally not this expressive, but I’m writing this for my friend who once told me "Your jungle is entirely different from mine". Maybe the jungle is the same.. but we are all victims of the "Butterfly Effect".

And the other day - 31 Dec 2010, I was in one of busiest cities in the world NYC. And there were people, happy people( I hoped so ), fireworks, champagne and every posh thing you could imagine. And the golden city scape, nothing less than a magic, yet not magical! And new friends around, who were busy nibbling at snacks and sipping their cocktails, as if in a hurry. Yes that was a party ( they said it was ). And it didn't even start with the word "cheers" or any other kind of enthusiasm. Everyone was so busy in redeeming their money spent on the stuff. Meanwhile, some girls were dancing. I thought it was nice. But maybe it wasn't. A thought occurred to me that what if they were just 'pretending' “pretending” to drink and dance. Just to show how cool they were. Meh! Their quick drinking might have failed to get them high as they were pathetically so low on life, yet they claimed to be uber cool. I was blinded by the darkness in the brightest places of the world.

Again, talking about the monies here.
Why things like earning 150k/ month matters more than spending a happy married life with an earning of just 100k . Why be grieving for those 50k and losing on those little things? Why be comparing with the friends who earn double than you. The person which this line is meant for would get it straightaway. I know I am quite an ant when compared to the latitude of your
greatness. But I again would share the good ol’ line... “It’s not having what you want, but wanting what you’ve got”. I know it sounds like a compromise. But with a little change in perspective , it might feel not just right but actually awesome.

All in all, yes the "big picture" is big! But to all my friends chasing the big dreams.. Don't miss-out on the wonderful little things ;).

I dedicated my weekend in capturing those little things :)), as many as I could. Would be sharing/spamming soon.

Be happy! You know this needs to be a HAPPY NEW YEAR! And you might go lucky! :) Have fun! :))

P.S: Photography results, not that great :-|. And the friend who was speeding, got ticketed xD.

Created with flickr slideshow.

The Book

2011-01-17T11:22:00.001+05:30

Ah, in this unending race, where everything seems to run
There lay a broken home, shaken, unmoved, and undone
Aloof, Alone, Ajar, where just one is all and all is one
Looked for traces, traces of life, alas, found none

None other than pages, old, torn, scattered in dust
None other than pillars, trembling, weakened by rust
None other than nests, of the birds who flew in thirst
Amidst the chaos, Stumbled by a rift in the crust

Flickering eyes gaze, beneath an old woody table
Found a book, in a sheath of dirt, uttering noises of a fable
A fable of old times, dark and worn, livid one would label
Redolent of age, chaos and pain, yet stiff and stable

Compelled by desire, urged to hear the reticent
Whiffed the dust off, to reveal what it meant
Engraved letters shone, in the faintest accent
"Me!" was the title, but the author was absent!

With a heavy heart, turned the cover page
Saw empty spaces, pale, ashen and beige
Like a show about to begin, on a curtained stage
Like a bird about to fly, as set free from a cage

Turned over, found a spectacle, a vignette of boy's brains
Vivid images of robots, lasers, bombs, rockets and planes
Mountains, rivers, sunrise, homes, birds, lanes and trains
A plethora of colors, patches all around and stains

Flipped through the pages, it was a blend of dark and bright
Brights, of a teal sky, with blob of clouds, and a fluttering kite
And dark sketches, of cries and the horrors of a gloomy night
Shriveled parchments, once damp with tears and plight

And there were myriad pages, with fine curves and lines,
As dunes on a desert, infinite ,desolate, cryptic designs
Hiding what not, buried under, quagmires with signs
Like a weary long wait, of ages, slowly which undermines

And then, there was a page, with shimmer and gleam
Bursting with life, dazzling, flamboyant and extreme
As the waves and ripples in blaze, glittering off a stream
And two love birds flighting, a perfect love theme

Soon, reached the end, end of the fleeting bliss
Yeah, the life was gone, something was amiss
And stood bewildered, wondered who's this?
Deeming in the wrecks, lost in the abyss

Quickly, darkness took over, the dusk was falling
At the house and at the page, the night was crawling
Unsettled by the noises, oh!, the dream was hauling
Unrest, Wakened, it was over, the life was calling

10 Reasons Why one should be a Slob!

2010-11-28T13:35:00.003+05:30

I've been a slob for my lifetime. My dad tried his best to make me a sober, disciplined guy, but I had to be a slob, that's what I am, I can't help it! :D
Mainly, I would not blame my mom, but the love and care, and the liberty of doing nothing at home was just awesome. Those were the days!! Be there at dining table, you get lunch/dinner/breakfast. And books, err.. I never cared about those.LOL. My school teachers ignored me after all their efforts,as I turned out to be an incorrigible species. I never worried about my wardrobe, my mom and sisters took care of that as well. Of course, my eldest sister had got me do all that cleaning up, being tidy stuff (she was really a Hitler then). She herself is really disciplined, what do I call an exact opposite of slob. But eventually she also accepted "Iska kuch nahee ho sakta :D" ( or simply I give up). When she came to Bangalore, she gifted me with a "new Rajai"(comforter), pair of pillows and pillow covers. She could not see the condition of the ones I had. LOL. And whenever I go to her place. I get a separate room, which she allows me to slob it up :D. I remember one another incident, when I went to Kolkata to attend my other sister's marriage, my brother in law ( he himself is again one of those clean, tidy and disciplined person) made sure that I don't stay at their place and booked a hotel room for me. LOLOLOL. I didn't mind and neither did I blame him. When I went to my dad's place ( with another of my slob friend Mr. Binay ), they gave Servant's room for us to stay ( yes the one attached to the main house and yet detached). I again couldn't blame them and had a gala time in that room for 10 days ( apart from the breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner and outings). Binay, do you remember the peaceful time while Napping? :P

All my non-slob acquaintance and other friends eventually got away from me ( not sure if it was the sole reason). Even my ex-gf ( again one of them) is "ex", you know why ;) :D

With the course of changing life, I made friends and eventually, friends who were slob, became my best friends. I would like to quote the example of one of my friend viz. Kumar Gaurav. He's one of the most dreadful and deadliest slob I've ever seen. No wonder, why he is my best friend. :P
There were times when people were scared to enter his room. The best adjective (used necessarily) was "Dustbin". I think dustbins are better at times, when those are empty??!! But KG's room, hehe, was again beyond correction!
When retrospecting my past, I found really good reasons to stay a slob.
Let's start:

1. We are eco-friendly! How? Err We don't "frequently" use paper towels to clean Kitchen. You know right, it's made from Wood. For the same reason, we save water ( including occasional bathing) ! ;)

2. We are strong! We most of the time are untidy and we live in a microbial world( well everyone does, just the fact the numbers are higher in our case). With the high number of microbes around us, we tend to develop more antibodies than a normal individual, thus more immune! :D

3. We save money. One would agree that time is money. And we do not spend time cleaning up or keeping things in order or wherever it was supposed to be. We also have to buy less stuff for cleaning up, spend less on utility bills, etc.

4. We have better decision making power. How? Err, remember the situation, when you have to get up in the morning and rush to work. Everyday, we face this situation, and every day we make dynamic decision to choose the dress to wear. They say practice makes it perfect, and we improve on our perfection, each and every day! :D

5. We keep the unwanted away. Yes, without much of a hassle. We simply stink more when they approach. And when they come, they never come back. MWHAHAAHAAA!

6. We can identify fakes. Those who fake, would not tend to come again and again and meet us at our place. And the real ones, will stay in touch anyway ;)

7. We are more efficient at work! How? Well, remember the code base or a huge document or anything which is huge and you have to fix it within a tight deadline. We can do it, efficiently. It's our everyday thing. Every day, we struggle to find our deodorant from the shack of our clothes, or from anything or anywhere as a matter of fact. We are so good at it, as we succeed each and every day. Work?? Peanuts :P

8. We are tough guys! We can face adversities better. Why? Well, most of the times we are so lazy that we would not cook and would starve ourselves every now and then. This prepares us for the adverse conditions. Life is unpredictable. Right? :D

9. We are good at dealing with Girl Friends. Remember, the extra randomness she brings to your lives? It's like a drop of water in ocean of randomness. We are already so random that we are not baffled/infuriated at her questions/logic, etc etc. Like, "why would you listen to this song? It's a sad song. Why why why would you listen to this song? Aren't you happy?? .... Geez! Peace out, I just like the music." :D :D

10. We give meaning to the uncertainty. That's the law of nature, everything is so uncertain, but there's always a reason behind it. All of the above reasons explain the reason to the uncertainty we live in. In a way, we pass the message from god to other humans ;)

I can go on, but I am a slob and too lazy to continue, enough enlightenment... cheers guys! Hope you liked it! :D <3
P.S: I am really not that bad ;)

A Soulless Soul

2010-11-15T11:01:00.003+05:30

So the curtains unfold, and thou start with thy role
Blurry as the winter fog, thou act unaware of the goal
Stumbling on the first steps, and faraway from a stroll
Awaiting audience clap, Yes! everything's in control

With those undecipherable words, thou learn to talk
And they watch in awe, as thou learn to walk
Them, reminiscent, how they ticked with the clock
Yet unaware, why they rolled from the rock

As the time goes by, soon thou learn to act
Steadfast! thou intently grasp the humanly fact
Quickly! thou impress the audience,with thy tact
Adding new to life, or may I say subtract?

Why Subtract? Because thou Forget!
Forget the reason, why thee beget?
Until thou realize, thou wilt not regret
Thou art human, thou wilt be reset!

To the Newcastle, thou shalt carry the coal
Thou must roll, with the birth-death troll
Reset until thee rest, rest thy whole
and look deep within, to realize thy goal

Till then, thou art a meaningless droll
Lest I say, a wandering soulless soul!

Name of the God

2010-11-15T07:29:00.000+05:30

I was reading about Katha Upanishad where Lord Yama ,the lord of death , reveals the secret of death to the curious Nachiketa.
It took me a while to understand the translated English, I had to read the text again and again.
Even though, it was a bit difficult to understand the text, the read was a mystical ride indeed.
Mystical because it encompasses the story of one's existence, the purpose on one's life and and the secret of death. This topic is quite debatable and of course there isn't a way to prove anything. And that is why I believe we have different religions, different ways to take an oath to the creator of this world before we finally conform to the laws of nature and perish , basically leading to the same end point where we came from.

But in today's time as they Kali Yuga, the Age of Vice, the human race has totally succumbed to all possible humanly desires ( I am one of them) and have started showing signs of the end. End of the era, where people kill in the name of god. Them, definitely not the men of god, who are willing to take one's life without discretion. A pretense has been ployed by masterminds to trick the innocent to kill the innocent. Why? After all, not for the god, but for humanly desires, power and wealth. But who to blame, we are after all humans, slaves to all the possible lures .
As the text said:
"Fools dwelling in ignorance, yet imagining themselves wise and learned, go round and round in crooked ways, like the blind led by the blind."

A vicious circle, soon coming to an end, when everything perishes.
And lastly, these are the few lines which have impressed me the most :)

"What name can man give to God? How can the Infinite be bound by any finite word? All that language can express must be finite, since it is itself finite. "

Enough Said

2010-10-04T20:22:00.001+05:30

Well, I've written this blog to celebrate/mourn completion of five years in IBM..
it's been a roller-coaster ride.. leading to nowhere..

Dear O Dear..
Year after year..
Everything is same,
Life's just lame,
Only one to blame,
Vamsi Krishna's the name!
One.. two.. three.. four five..
How should I thrive?
Or shall I connive?
Or just survive?
Cometh the blow
Blow of reality
Ain't this my show?
Show of Brutality
Nothing more to dread
Five years, enough said!

Fall

2010-09-25T13:24:00.003+05:30

Meandering through the valley, the burbling water flows
Bashing against rocks and pebbles, how the stream tows
Ambitious to cross anything, the highs or the lows
Relentless for the completion, there she goes

No memory of the beginning, no track of the end
Flowing into the world, crawl, fall or the bend
No place to call home, no one around to wend
Driven by the current, yellin' wherever thy may send!

All she had known, is to flow without a thought
Yet she succeeds, to create a world from the naught
And Magically she draws, a picture from the dot
Yet the world forgets, the life she brought

Wafting a symphony, for the world in sprawl
There she moves on, without looking back or stall,
Reaching the end, she takes the ultimate call
Flowing to the heights, she goes for the fall

A Tribute to Meena Kumari

2010-08-13T08:06:00.003+05:30

A tribute to Meena Kumari
--- Undisputed Tragedy Queen ---

Who would not know this beauty of 1960’s? Yes, she was not blessed with a long age. She departed this cruel world in 1972(at an age of 40). The death was not natural. It was her will to move on. She couldn't bear the burden of the pain in her life. The great artist, the beauty queen succumbed to circumstances and found solace in alcohol.

How actually did I fall in love with her?
Well, one of my friend was humming “Ajeeb Dastan hai ye” and just searched for the song on Youtube. And there she was! Singing a sad-song, pretending to be happy, I just fell in love with her expressions. I strongly believe that the current film industry forgot the power of expressions. One must see how she has expressed the deepest sorrow with a smiling face. I call this the real art, real acting!

I kept researching about her past and learnt that her life had been a real horror.
The horror of loneliness brought the darkest of the feelings, the anguish and unbearable pain which she dowsed with alcohol. The way she has poured her emotions into great psychedelic ghazals is enough for one to assess the depth of unending darkness of her life. I am attracted to psychedelic compositions like those of Pink Floyd, Dream Theater etc. But I was stumped when I heard her Album “I write, I Recite”. She wrote and sung all of the ghazals. All of the songs pointing to the same horror:”Loneliness”.
I loved the one titled “Mera Maazi”. The sadness in her voice can melt a frozen soul.

Here’s the Ghazal:

Mera maazii
(My Past)

Merii tanhaai kaa ye andhaa shigaaf
(The blind chasm of my loneliness)

Ye ke saanson kii tarah mere saath chaltaa rahaa
(Stayed with me as my breaths did)

Jo Merii Nabz Kii Maanind Mere Saath Jiyaa
(Lived like my pulse)

Jisko Aate Hue Jaate Hue Be-Shumaar Lamhe
(To which, the myriad traveling moments)

Apnii Sanglaakh Ungliyon Se Gehraa Karte Rahe, Karte Gaye
(With its Corroding rocky fingers, made it deeper and deeper)

Kisii Kii Oak Paa Lene Ko Lahuu Bahtaa Rahaa
(Bleeding and Kept Craving for someone’s refuge)

Kisii Ko Ham-Nafas Kahne Kii Justujuu Mein Rahaa
(In desire of calling someone a soulmate)

Koi To Ho Jo Be-Saakhtaa Isko Pehchaane
(May there be someone who identifies this spontaneously)

Tadap Ke Palte, Achaanak Ise Pukaar Utthe
(Flipped in vain, suddenly calling him)

‘Mere Ham-Shaakh
(My soul mate (real meaning’s is one who’s sitting on the same side or branch))

Mere Ham-Shaakh Merii Udaasiyon Ke Hissedaar
(My soul mate, shareholder of my Sadness!)

Mere Adhureypan Ke Dost
(Friend of my incompleteness)

Mere Akelepan
(My loneliness)

Tamaam zakhm jo tere hain
Mere dard tamaam
(All of your wounds are mine)

Teri karaah kaa rishtaa hai merii aahon se
(Your lament is related to my sighs)

Tu ek masjid-e-viiraan hai, mai terii azaan
(You are one abandoned mosque. I am your call for prayer)

Azaan jo apnii hii viiraangii se takraa kar,
Dhakii chhupii hui bevaa zamiin ke daaman par,
Padhe namaaz khudaa jaane kisko sajdaa kare

(A call for prayer (a voice), deflected with its own barrenness,
On a hidden covered and widowed surface of ground
Prays, god only knows worshiping whom)

What do you say? A Masterpiece! I would say so. And so is every composition.

R.I.P Meena Kumari

एंड्रिया :-D

2010-08-08T03:41:00.041+05:30

Hi Guys!!!! My first Haasya Kavita!! On public demand!! Hope you like it!
And btw Andrea is our apartment's leasing officer... she's hot ;)

जा रहा था मै तो
एक दो कूदी मारने
उछल कूद के
पानी में झंडे गाड़ने

रस्ते में दिखी मुझे
कई सुन्दर सोणिया
उसमे से एक थी
बहुत प्यारी सी एंड्रिया

जोर से वो बोली
ए-लड़के किधर जाते हो!!
मन ही मन मै बोला
हाँ तुम मुझे भाते हो

सवाल से उसके
मै फिर जागा
टूट गया था
बंधन का धागा

चिल्लाके वो फिर बोली
कौनसा है तुम्हारा अपार्टमेन्ट
मै फिर मन ही मन बोला
तू ही मेरी ट्रेन की कम्पार्टमेंट

ना जवाब देने पर
गुस्सा हो गयी एंड्रिया
तो मै बोल पड़ा
यहीं मै रह रिया

बोली यहीं कहाँ
गधे के बच्चे!
मै फिर मन ही मन बोला
बच्चे मन के सच्चे :D

गुस्से से भरी ज़बान,
बोली अपार्टमेन्ट नंबर तो बताओ!
मै फिर मन ही मन बोला
पहले अपना नंबर तो बताओ!

मार पड़ने वाली ही थी
की मै बोला एंड्रिया
इक्कीस सौ से हूँ
स्विम्मिंग करने जा रिया

बोली ठीक है
नियम मालूम है?
मै फिर मन ही मन बोला
येही तेरा ग्रूम है :D

मै बोला "नहीं"
क्या स्पेशल रूल है ?
सोचा दूसरों के साथ
तू तो बड़ी कूल है :P

बोली कूदने से पहले
पहले जाके नहाओ
फिर मन ही मन बोला
चलो तुम भी आ जाओ :D

चलो अब चलते हैं
शावर में नहाने
फ़ोन करेंगे केजी को
ये कहानी सुनाने

फिर कूद मै पड़ा
पानी के अन्दर
लोगो को लगा
आ गया पूल में बन्दर

पर कुछ तो लोग कहेंगे
लोगो का काम है कहना
मै फिर मन ही मन बोला
एंड्रिया मेरे दिल में ही रहना

इधर से उधर
लगा रहा था मै गोते
अपने भरी भरकम
शरीर को ढोते

अचानक से बिजली गिरी ( हाए )
एंड्रिया आ गयी थी पूल में!
मुरझा हुवा था मै जैसे
जान आ गयी दिल के फूल में!

अब क्या कहू मै उसे
जैसे एक अधभुत जलपरी
बना लूं उसे दुल्हन
गिफ्ट कर दूँ उसे साड़ी ज़री :D

शोट सर्किट कर दिया था उसने
बिजली जैसे 440v की तार में हो
ताड़ ही रहा था की आवाज़ आई
बेटा पप्पू.. आप कतार में हो..

मै बोला.. लो कल्लो बात..
सपना ही तो देख रहा था
सपने की जगह एंड्रिया थी..
जिसके लिए दिल का दरिया बहा था ;)

ये वक़्त ... :)

2010-08-05T02:25:00.002+05:30

This one is dedicated to my friend

And my dear friend wants the time to stop for a while :-)

I wish if it did :-)

हवा के झोंके सा, धीमे से दिल से टकरा जाएगा ..

हलकी सी फूँक से तमन्ना-ए-दिल सुलगा जाएगा ..

ये वक़्त रात की ख़ामोशी सा, तूफान चला जाएगा ..

जाने क्या क्या दिखाया, जाने क्या क्या दिखलायेगा ..

ये वक़्त ... :)

Cheers!!

धुंध

2010-07-31T10:10:00.005+05:30

रह गयी थी रूह की प्यास बुझते बुझते,
जब तलक तेरे रूह-ए -सुकून को महसूस किया
चल पड़ी थी कुर्बान करने अपने अरमान,
जब तलक तेरे जूनून-ए-इश्क को महसूस किया
धुंधला रह गया था मंजिल का नज़ारा,
देखा करती है अब रुखसार-ए-साहिल आईने में
जाने क्यों उम्मीद की लो बुझे नहीं अभी तक,
जाने क्यों झूल रही है ज़िन्दगी मौत के मायने में

Meant to be

2010-07-09T11:32:00.002+05:30

Calm as a content soul, shining bright and carefree
Serenity of the endless view, yet mysterious as a she
Then uproar of the dark clouds, gusts over the silent sea
Struck by lightning or chance, guess that was meant to be

Stripping the secrets, a hidden beast takes form
Unraveling the wrath, arrives the thunderstorm
Escapade turning to an escape, no where to flee
Struck by lightning or chance, guess that was meant to be

In the blink of an eye, the storm was born
Quicker than a flying thought, totality was torn
With senses flown away, rambling with just the key
Struck by lightning or chance, guess that was meant to be

As a boy with a kite to fly, whence the winds of time tore
Move abreast with the quandary, or strive back to the shore
Defeated by the virulent time, poor boy had to pay the fee
Struck by lightning or chance, guess that was meant to be

Future to yester-years, a flick for entire life span
With the push of time, the boy grows to a man
Life teaches a lot, ultimately one has to agree
Face and never look back, embrace the thunder spree

Strike by lightning or chance, yes that is meant to be :-)))

यूँ ही....

2010-06-20T07:11:00.001+05:30

ना कल की है सोच
ना कल थी इसकी सोच
यूँही निभाते गए रिश्ते
यूँही लुटाते गए दुनिया

ना जाने कहाँ जाएँगे
ना जाना कहाँ जाएँगे
यूँही निभाते गए रिश्ते
यूँही लुटाते गए दुनिया

ना ही उभरे इस ज़िन्दगी से
ना ही डूबे इस मौत में
यूँही निभाते गए रिश्ते
यूँही लुटाते गए दुनिया

हार जीत का सिलसिला चलता ही रहा
जी चाहा किया, जी चाहा कहा
यूँही निभाते गए रिश्ते
यूँही लुटाते गए दुनिया

गुजरेंगे जन्नत से इस सफ़र में
गुज़रे थे जहन्नुम से इस सफ़र में
पलक झपकते ही रेगिस्तान हुआ
आँख खुली तो गुलिस्तान हुआ

यूँही निभाते गए रिश्ते
यूँही लुटाते गए दुनिया

Dirge of hope

2010-05-21T17:54:00.006+05:30

A futile attempt, an escape from the shell
Inhibited in the narrowness, echo of the yell
Trapped in the obscurities, a vision of the hell

Deluged deep inside, a ghastly deep well

A patient without patience, stifled in the cell
Ensnared in the horror, where the wicked dwell
Shadows of distant cries, impossible to quell
Deluged deep inside, a ghastly deep well

Distant voices felt close, hoping someone would tell
Why trapped in Misery?! Why cope the foul smell?!
Smell of Vexatious life, Only god could foretell
Deluged deep inside, a ghastly deep well

Deafening silence broke, someone rang the bell
A spurt of light in the dark, felt the heart swell
A lady in white loomed, senses started to impel
Deluged deep inside, a ghastly deep well

Grabbed by her force, escaped the death knell
Began to climb up, determined as a rebel
Dead hopes went alive, thusly bid farewell
Deluged deep inside, a ghastly deep well

Allayed by her grace, relishing the mirthful travel
Sight of the light closing in, see the world ravel
A grave voice struck, you or her! and then I fell
Just about to come out, of a ghastly deep well

My mom's the best :-)

2010-05-10T10:01:00.001+05:30

♥ ♥ LOVE YOU MOM ♥ ♥

Ever wondered, how we have grown so old and able to survive in the harsh and bellicose world. The fact that we are in this world, doing all possible sense and non-sense... trying to create an impression, trying to influence the world, trying to influence ourselves... how sometimes we forget the reason for our living.. our mother :-)

The mother child relationship is the awesomest thing ever happened in this world. Had not it been the maternal instincts .. the reason living beings survive, the world would have ceased to exist. Yet, we know everything and we forget everything, succumbing to the pressure of so-called "real world" hassles. I really wished if we were able to conquer the real-life, take an ultimate break and fall in lap of our mothers... once and for all.
Though Mother's day is just an occasion to express the gratitude I have in my heart, I wish you best of health and prosperity ... You're the best... my eternally blissful mom :-)

A Little Less Conversation

2010-03-29T16:13:00.000+05:30

Like a dark night, without the stars
Soul pierced by numerous scars
Fire within was doused, core started to smoke
And then, a little less conversation broke

The winds started to blow, buffeting upon the face
Swirling as a ghost, forfeited memories began to chase
Untapped was tapped, the frenzy spoke
And then, a little less conversation broke

Debilitated with the throe, rattled by the spark
On the spire of the night, dawn prongs the dark
Nudged by the light, vanquishing the choke
And then, a little less conversation broke

Blithe morning sprouts, a fancy of melioration
Incessant clock ticks, a foray into contemplation
An evanescence of woes, like a spectral cloak
And then, a little less conversation broke

End of the chimera, smudged by the twilight
Clout of the spell languishes, as day hastes into night
Contemplated it as real, the fleeting bliss stroke
But then, a little less conversation never broke