A diminutive fledgling wanted a nest, u gave her the cage, is this justice god???????
Aren't you done yet, decieving me, betraying me, trumping me, smashing me, wasn't I your own child??????
Did I wrong so much to deserve this, was i that bad your daughter??????
Aren't you done yet, making me the sacrificial cow, ready for slaughter??????
I erred in expecting a gift of happiness and laughter, you denied me the right to live..happily ever after.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
ek khyaal, bas yun hi............
**नहीं ज़रूरत है ज़माने तेरी नश्तर सी चुभती बातों की ,
मेरे आंसुओं सैलाब ही काफ़ी है ,मुझे डुबोने के लिए ....................
***नाज़ था जिस शफाक दामन पर हमें उम्र भर,
बेदर्द ज़माने ने उसे ही हमारा कफ़न बना दिया...............
मेरे आंसुओं सैलाब ही काफ़ी है ,मुझे डुबोने के लिए ....................
***नाज़ था जिस शफाक दामन पर हमें उम्र भर,
बेदर्द ज़माने ने उसे ही हमारा कफ़न बना दिया...............
Monday, March 23, 2009
Shards Of Dreams!
Barefooted i was walking in the retrospect , traversing, strolling through Life. Life i had lived, life i was made to live, life i chose, life bestowed on me, life i regret, life i didn't love, life i wanted to live. something pricked my foot, blood gushed out & i bend to see what happened.....oh it was a shard, very small but very significant, something i had long forgotten, something that was mine, solely mine but i had lost long back, no long- long back......it was my dream, pure, diminutive, pious , angelic. The shards were strewn all over, pieces small , miniscule which could not be put together and i didn't have the strength to put together or it was the patience i lacked , i think the willingness , no the acceptance of failure probably.What the heck, no body wanted to know anyways.
I yanked it out of my foot, it hurt, it pained, Why????????? Was i living as yet???????? WELL who cares. some more blood gushed , leaving a small hole at the site. I pressed the hole hard, very hard .Amazing, i could do so much with my numb upper limbs. I nursed it with some wet mud , wettened by some salty aqous flowing out of my eyes, it tasted strange. I limped , tripped, got up and limped again to finish off my chores.
Days after , I can't see the hole now, the blood stopped flowing long back . Wound has healed but theres some strange lines that cover the site now.....i got to know, its called a scar. Scar.......funny thing, it reminds me every now and then of the shard i threw out. The sharp piercing shard i turned my back on. The shard that again got lost into zillion pieces of its fraternity. The shard i intend not to encounter again. The shard i prefer to erase from my mind..........It was the shard of my dream . Yes, my dream!
I yanked it out of my foot, it hurt, it pained, Why????????? Was i living as yet???????? WELL who cares. some more blood gushed , leaving a small hole at the site. I pressed the hole hard, very hard .Amazing, i could do so much with my numb upper limbs. I nursed it with some wet mud , wettened by some salty aqous flowing out of my eyes, it tasted strange. I limped , tripped, got up and limped again to finish off my chores.
Days after , I can't see the hole now, the blood stopped flowing long back . Wound has healed but theres some strange lines that cover the site now.....i got to know, its called a scar. Scar.......funny thing, it reminds me every now and then of the shard i threw out. The sharp piercing shard i turned my back on. The shard that again got lost into zillion pieces of its fraternity. The shard i intend not to encounter again. The shard i prefer to erase from my mind..........It was the shard of my dream . Yes, my dream!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Gist of life!
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.
How much i adore this poem by robert frost, each word has a deep rooted meaning, the simplicity of words can make u admire his poetry at the surface level but try to invade the beauty of depth of his words........gradually, we all become engrossed in the rut of life & forget to admire the divine.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.
How much i adore this poem by robert frost, each word has a deep rooted meaning, the simplicity of words can make u admire his poetry at the surface level but try to invade the beauty of depth of his words........gradually, we all become engrossed in the rut of life & forget to admire the divine.
Time and tide waits for none!
Its so important to say the right thing at the right time else all one does in life is to regret.Often we ignore the most commonly heard idioms " a stich in time saves nine "and forget to follow its essence in day to day life , the consequence of which becomes the euphemism for us in life. Time mocks, tide passes and all that is left are a few glances. ......................Respect time, its now or never.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The "Living" Grave..........!
Death brings an end to life......
the anxiety, the curiosity,the lavishness, the bitterness, the ups and downs , the highs and lows.....everything vanishes, when death mows.
We all mourn the dead but forget to add that peace be with him.........he let goes of the life, he led. No one ever prays to this affect and I often wonder ,what the dead thinks when his life defacts????
The dead takes to his grave, all his desires, all his designs, his shattered dreams, his life's realms, his forgotten glory,his untold story, his half baked desires, his unsaid ires, His heart holds all the secrets, then why the world thinks, he is put to peace????
The coffin holds only his physical form, the real grave has his heart as a dorm.
The dead cannot move talk or even breathe but have all the time in the world to pay himself.......heed.
Death eluded me, Life excluded me, the place I stand at was never meant to be. Confusion, evasion, erosion of emotions are on the roll while my life witnesses me still standing tall.These words were never put to pen, never expected to escape their den, then , why the hell, reality dawned this hue, why life made me realize........... my heart is a grave too!!!
the anxiety, the curiosity,the lavishness, the bitterness, the ups and downs , the highs and lows.....everything vanishes, when death mows.
We all mourn the dead but forget to add that peace be with him.........he let goes of the life, he led. No one ever prays to this affect and I often wonder ,what the dead thinks when his life defacts????
The dead takes to his grave, all his desires, all his designs, his shattered dreams, his life's realms, his forgotten glory,his untold story, his half baked desires, his unsaid ires, His heart holds all the secrets, then why the world thinks, he is put to peace????
The coffin holds only his physical form, the real grave has his heart as a dorm.
The dead cannot move talk or even breathe but have all the time in the world to pay himself.......heed.
Death eluded me, Life excluded me, the place I stand at was never meant to be. Confusion, evasion, erosion of emotions are on the roll while my life witnesses me still standing tall.These words were never put to pen, never expected to escape their den, then , why the hell, reality dawned this hue, why life made me realize........... my heart is a grave too!!!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Straight from the heart..................SORRY!
How do I tell you I'm sorry -With a gesture, a look, a touch?
How is it I never realized I hurt you so very much?
I do not ask forgiveness,A comfort I'll never deserve.
I merely want to let you know,But I cannot find the nerve.
To finally confront you, face-to-face,To look you in the eye,
To face your wrath, your apathy -Too terrified to try.
You called me selfish, I turned away,
I festered and I fled;
Cutting and wounding and lashing out,Just to see if you bled.
Betraying and deceiving you,I surely had no right.
To snatch away such a precious gem;A dark thief in the night.
Twenty six years and forever passed
To bring us to this day,When I present these simple words
I never thought to say.
The time has come, it's long past due,To put aside my fear;
Would this confession torture you,Or have you longed to hear?
To hear those two forbidden words,To vanquish all the pain,To understand my dearest wish:To befriend you once again.
The years aged me remarkably,
Though they have not made me wise;
I do know I erred irrevocably -For that I apologize.
How is it I never realized I hurt you so very much?
I do not ask forgiveness,A comfort I'll never deserve.
I merely want to let you know,But I cannot find the nerve.
To finally confront you, face-to-face,To look you in the eye,
To face your wrath, your apathy -Too terrified to try.
You called me selfish, I turned away,
I festered and I fled;
Cutting and wounding and lashing out,Just to see if you bled.
Betraying and deceiving you,I surely had no right.
To snatch away such a precious gem;A dark thief in the night.
Twenty six years and forever passed
To bring us to this day,When I present these simple words
I never thought to say.
The time has come, it's long past due,To put aside my fear;
Would this confession torture you,Or have you longed to hear?
To hear those two forbidden words,To vanquish all the pain,To understand my dearest wish:To befriend you once again.
The years aged me remarkably,
Though they have not made me wise;
I do know I erred irrevocably -For that I apologize.
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