Imaginations Personified

Back In the Street!

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Fri, 24 May 2013 15:02:08 PDT

Back In the Street!

Back to the street of hopeful dreams,

Back in my dreams of awful screams;

Back to the street of hopeful dreams,

Back in my dreams of awful screams;

And I cry,

I cry!

Back to the street of hopeful dreams,

Every forest is a tree;

Every river has a sea,

How many times we have to fight!?

How many times we got it right?

And I cry,

I cry!

Back to the street of hopeful dreams,

Lost in the thoughts of tomorrows time,

What is yours? What is mine?

For our crime!

I am paying the fine;

Back to the street of hopeful dreams,

Back in my dreams of awful screams;

Back to the street of hopeful dreams,

Back in my dreams of awful screams;

And I cry,

I cry!

Back to the street of hopeful dreams,

Encounter

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Sun, 05 May 2013 01:22:48 PDT

Encounter

I still have few breaths left;
Should I lend them to death!
Or reconcile for a life;
Short, but this time wise!!

Memories of yesteryear;
Envelops of moments,
Glories of childhood plays,
Hiding behind sun rays!

Now when the moments of truths surface,
I run behind time;
I don't have a face,
Those tamed emotions embrace,
Am I still in the race!?

I squeezed some droplets from hope,
And reinstated my empire of thoughts,
I have not lost;
For I have tried,
For I wanted to rise,
In the backdrop of forgetful love,
I multiply emotions,
In a burning stove,
Fueled by time,
I reign!

And when I leave this place;
Let me tell you one more time,
I have not given up,
My dreams were always ripe;
I encountered vice;
My own device!
Now away, I hitched this ride;
With the tide,

Today

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Thu, 02 May 2013 01:31:24 PDT

Today - A dedication

Today do not flood your eyes with tears,

Do not close them in fears,

Million celebrating your life,

Every second measured in years

Breeding ground!

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Sat, 13 Apr 2013 08:19:01 PDT

Breeding ground!

You are out to measure happiness;

Among the wilderness of humanity,

Emotions burned and buried,

In the never ending road of desire,

When his child begs in the rain,

A father goes insane,

When her daughter changes bed;

A mother is betrayed!

Some call it the law of nature,

Continues…

Society customising its values,

Some call it abuse!?

Lovers turned friend at the end,

Friends are part time lovers,

Days are squat for a dreamer,

Few hours attuned from darkness,

Time is the new currency and armour,

There are more colours in a day,

Than a man’s whole life;

More imaginations in a verse,

Than your reality which is an accurse!

Who waters your tree of hope?

Who owns the rope?

The other end hanging in oblivion;

This end craving for a reason,

Burdens are many season,

Carved in the rock of deeds;

Your soil is moist and weeds free,

Its time!

Change your seeds…

Afield

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 02:15:39 PDT

Afield

Photo: http://sarah-free.blogspot.in/2011/10/happiness-is-horizon-to-chase.html

It’s not always about your perspective;

It’s not about your fight,

It was never about tailored humanity;

Today it’s about life!

It’s not about the towers touching the sky,

It’s not about soaring high;

It’s not about colossal leap and gargantuan stride,

It’s about human right!

You are still native,

Native at your birth,

Native – Check your pulse;

Speak to your heart,

It’s not about relegations,

It’s about tomorrow’s vision,

It’s not about stale reasons;

It’s today,

It’s about life’s mission!

There is an assessment every moment,

There is a test;

It’s not about rest in tranquility,

It’s not about your giant city,

It’s about peace and mankind;

Ultimate serenity!

It’s about that inner light!

The sense of being alive!

Pausodunos

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Thu, 04 Apr 2013 11:19:20 PDT

Pausodunos is a rare Greek work which means " soothing pain"

Photo: Hyde Park - London (November 2013)

Pausodunos

The verdict is out;

It’s time to rethink;

Rekindle!

Many in the brink,

Drain those bubbles out,

Few have already given up!

Reawaken and you sprout;

Pessimism will also take you places,

Failure shows true faces!

Spot the moment;

Many more races,

The old town might call you home;

But you are for all seasons;

Unstoppable!

Today play without reasons!

It’s the time

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Wed, 03 Apr 2013 09:34:56 PDT

The photo was taken during my visit to London

It’s the time

Where were you?

When I was building a cocoon?

A console zone for my infinite fear!

Where were you?

When I was in blood and oceans of tear!

When the sun shines bright!

I was once in the forefront;

Proving my might,

There were distractions from my conscience,

Though I saw light!

I crumble with the wind now,

You saw it somehow;

Then why is that now?

My time is not yet ripe,

I want a shoulder or may be a hand,

I never wanted to follow the night,

My thoughts are encapsulated by fragments,

Of unknown death around the oceans,

My hallucinations pictures life,

I hear those blood filled cries,

I knew many of those eyes;

Now closed forever,

Not by age but vice!

My fight for legitimacy;

I encountered lies,

My fight for wisdom,

I paid the price.

The heroes died in the battle field,

Today the reasons have changed!

It’s worthwhile to sing for them,

But you feared the rain,

The time has come,

For some new sunshine,

For secluded synchronicity to rhyme,

When you look back;

You only see your shadow behind,

And then you know,

It’s time to grow,

It’s the call of the season,

It’s time to sow!

Shadow!

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 10:38:58 PDT

I clicked the below photo in a winter evening while in Crewe UK

Shadow!

Your character is not in your eyes,

You can fake all the time,

And take away the shine;

The fool resides inside me,

Hell bound…lost is mine.

Blustery days of fiction,

Irrational fear;

Side long glances,

Silhouette of your hair,

Restless night;

Blinding hallucinations!?

I learned few lessons.

You can settle for more,

Your manuscript cannot ignore a life;

In the distant land the sun still rise,

My darkness is moonless night,

There is a new dawn and there will be light,

Another moment and another fight!

Life!

Limerance

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Sat, 23 Mar 2013 11:20:43 PDT

I am writing something of this sort after a long time. Hope you enjoy the write. The photo was taken in Hyde park during my visit to UK. Yes! i am trying my hand in photography. Cheers

Limerance

I never expressed my shame!

There was no time,

I ran behind the graph of fame,

Forsaken and disdain;

My retribution beyond grain,

Today sunset and few trickle of pain.

Some aroma never leaves your sense;

Some music,

Some dance,

Sometimes I go back in time,

Silently;

Tip toed, every moment, I rhyme.

Do you go back?

Dwindling pace;

Connecting dots in your way,

Refurbishing emotions while you stay,

I journeyed till the end,

From death to an infant;

Your new address embossed!

You lost but engrossed;

With time meanings gets lost;

Who survives!?

Who is the host?

Choice!

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Fri, 22 Mar 2013 09:39:10 PDT

Choice!

I carry many nights inside me;

Now darkness engulf my days,

Life outsourced to some plonk in some dark alleys;

Thoughts lost in time and space,

I loiter in your dream as ragamuffin you hate,

Visions unfurnished, I remember each date,

Am I too late?

For your heaven’s gate;

Blood is always red,

I am ignorant;

You know the taste,

I am talking about peace,

Of mild sun rays!

Let us re-define togetherness;

I half heartedly stoop;

You are mesmerising;

Your look!

We can still walk by the brook,

God bless the martyrs,

The Martyrs of today are compromised;

Unsheathing freedom…so hard to see.

Hard to be!

The woods lost in the forest;

Stop counting them,

Whom do I blame?

When it rains and the storm follows;

When I see the horizon still lost;

When I hear noises but not your voice;

When I have no choice,

Live another Moment!

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Wed, 20 Mar 2013 10:30:51 PDT

Live another Moment!

The roads are longer than your life;

Time is always good,

Younger than your eyes,

I am mesmerised at times,

By innocent lives!

You can’t shoulder the world,

It can be at your feet;

Treat every time your heart beats,

For you can lose some while on the street,

You culminate from nowhere;

Try a conversation with your past,

When you chance a meet!

When does fear overpower you?

Love is still true;

Those manuscripts in the museum,

Are species in the zoo!?

When does the defining moment defined?

Rhythm rhymed?

The sun shine carries colors,

Means nothing to the blind

Disembark

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Mon, 18 Mar 2013 09:58:18 PDT

Disembark!

Times are hard,

They do pass!

Times are tough,

The rivers growing and the sea-rush!!

Find your path;

The jigsaw of life is multifaceted,

The end seems malevolent, a perplexing start.

Exchange a day and lead a life,

Lend your time and some vice;

Few more hours and the sun-rise!

You experience darkness sometimes in light,

Times get hard and sometimes tough;

Encroached by law of the land;

Customized by man!?

A day in the desert;

Evening by the sea;

Night in the greens,

Exchange few moments,

Try pulling your life-strings;

Leave behind colors and other fringe,

Look behind to connect the dots;

And ahead to find the road!

Few Moments in Time

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Sat, 23 Feb 2013 08:34:04 PST

Few Moments In Time

I live in extreme weightiness,

Sand dunes of time and emptiness;

There is a way out here,

From darkness; light! not to fear;

Today I ll follow the pole star,

I might find the cradle of life,

I sojourn in chaos;

There is a way to calmness;

Pretentious living,

Needs that soothing balm;

There was no sound,

But a jail breaks in Kansas town!

The horses were strong and well fed,

In this war torn land;

Ammunition mastered to the core;

Armageddon in the shore;

The flight from the holy land is a waste;

Blood has colour and taste;

In peace the death rest!

Daffadowndilly

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Wed, 06 Feb 2013 12:13:46 PST

Daffadowndilly

You resurrect your views,

Who prescribed to them?

Who is cajoled by the news!

Some other day!

Some other time;

We are moving ahead,

Might get late,

The transition would complete soon;

This place would see its real boom,

When the young flower bloom,

There is an insane madness in freedom,

Sometimes it’s good to be unreasonable;

Unbeatable and unstoppable,

Those with a living dream at the death of night;

In darkness there is light,

Death is just without life;

Death is when you do not rise!?

Death is when you sleep when you are right;

Death is when you lack the might!

You cannot bury your hatchet without digging,

Cannot lose without bidding;

Inundated by questions without reasoning,

Life, sometimes needs seasoning,

You cannot bury your hatchet without digging,

Pronounce your verdict without thinking!

The gold standard for bigotry is sometimes just ‘perception’;

A mission page in a glorified lesson?

Contentious

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Mon, 04 Feb 2013 22:20:16 PST

Contentious

Whose land is it?

When do we die?

Who survived the flood?

Who coloured your blood?

Who decided the last rites?

Whose doctrine? Whose verse?

Who decided the time?

Who embalmed the corpse?

Who brought down Harappa?

Who decided? What is more than worse?

Where are the gods?

Who hard wired your faith?

Heaven’s gate?

Who customised your taste?

Who decides? Who is late?

Who prepares your bread?

What is your take on life-thread?

Who? When even the God visited in dates?

Does he know?

Who controls our fate?

Is it in the cosmos?

Days separated from night!?

Whose order? Where is the new light?

The world still fights?

You can run but cannot hide?

Can you?

Unfurl

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Mon, 28 Jan 2013 09:38:46 PST

Unfurl

There is a story to tell;

All religions in hell;

Practices are customized to death;

Daily breads bought with breath,

The gospels are out there for you,

Torah is seasoned and so is you,

Older than the hiddekel,

Living older in all scale;

The Eden created for life;

Ordained by vice.

Unison in the world of thee Vedas;

Uniformity in ragas;

Systems awakened in Abraham’s!?

Rift now in religions,

Illuminate in the rise;

New world order- their device,

Tomorrow when you open your eyes,

Few living would see many, dies!

The three wise man following those stars,

One in the stable and the other behind bars;

Society today lost in transition,

There are reasons,

There are lessons.

Nebulous!

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Sat, 26 Jan 2013 10:35:26 PST

Nebulous!

The old man in his death bed,

‘I ve seen life and I am not sad’

Elision was an option;

Ebullient Caprice of life;

Inexorable memories and my vice;

Did you cross the Sahara?

I said;

Did you to the Himalayan height,

Did you see life?

Resplendent Serendipitous!

Somnolent thoughts!

They are in lots;

Your death bed but a story!

Of customised glory,

You can opt for your dreams,

Cacophony and Decrepit beams;

The river and the magical streams;

The beauty in wilderness;

Resonant heaviness!

I dream of life of rhythm,

Talismanic charm and freedom;

Tranquility and reason;

Life is beyond vision!

Epiphany

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Fri, 25 Jan 2013 10:24:57 PST

Epiphany

source: http://lifestyle.in.msn.com/

When you wait for the new day,

Its magical everyday;

Memories for some,

It’s there to stay,

Hopes are stormy weather boats,

Sometimes goals get lost!

You are the host!

Flare up!

Life is measured in breath and one chance;

You promised to go beyond,

You promised new height!

You hurried, lost and today you can be the light;

Frost bite!

Redefining new height;

What escaped your eyes?

Your life?

They are Incorporeal and Ineffable,

Your felicity cannot be measured,

Penumbra of life always preserved,

We may regret moments not the whole,

Few eclipses not the vistage of Tranquility

Decayed and Evocative life of this city,

Relationships are not a treaty;

Induced Serendipity!

Seldom

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Tue, 22 Jan 2013 09:23:43 PST

Seldom

Tampered by the flames of perplexity,

Alternatives are reasonable compromises;

There are no alternatives for freedom,

Success could be a lone affair or a mass stardom,

Perceptions are dwelled in half baked thoughts;

A true soul knows the road.

Oaths are no different than your pledge,

Societies are in transition!

In an unknown mission;

Did you bargain or compromised,

Your mission has nothing to do with size,

Fear can close your eyes,

Oh! Living…rise!

The smoky mountain is old;

Time is measured in gold,

Wasted many a night crawling behind,

Colour of the night can also be bold;

Today! All my nightmares are on hold!

Now!

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Sun, 20 Jan 2013 09:52:04 PST

Now!

When I reach the limitations of my thoughts,

When I know nothing can be bought;

Did I miss a struggle?

Struggle to know more;

Struggle for life!

But with a better score,

When you now look back at life,

Occasions when I did not strive;

Occasions of defining moment,

A new revolution!

A new house may be just a tent.

Living is easy,

Keeping yourself busy,

Dreams unfurled every moment;

Sometimes just lazy,

Tell me how to start anew,

Epistemology! A brand new view,

Let me sew!

Every tear drop can be used as a weapon,

Unbeknown! Beyond their logic and my reason;

Wake up!

Now!

Melancholy and business are left behind by the new season.

Lily White

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Thu, 17 Jan 2013 08:52:15 PST

Lily White

You are not…

You are not a Lily bright!

Salivated at the Idea of Light;

Beyond untold height,

A blank for the poor’s eyes,

You are not Lily white!

Humanity paying its price;

Fears in the rise,

Fools! Toppled by the wise,

And wise ruptured by vice,

You are no Lily white!?

All lies!

What is there to celebrate?

Life!

What is there – mothers eyes?

Far cries;

Everybody else tries,

More insight!

You are not…

You are not a Lily bright!

Contour!

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Tue, 08 Jan 2013 08:11:09 PST

Contour!

Today don't flood your eyes with tears,

Do not close them in fears,

Hundreds celebrating your life,

Every second measured in years

Each Century nourish millions in its belly;

Few makes it to the height;

Others all folly,

Many would rise in the coming seasons,

New habitat and new reasons,

Change you prescription,

Humanity needs more;

Unwind and unlearn, empty your store!

Your soul is still pure,

You are still in the game;

Your time to score!?

Bury the hatchet, you don’t need them,

The War is within;

Body and mind,

Darkness! You should shine;

Hatred! You should not rhyme,

Clean your roads and streets,

We are not blind,

Empty

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 22:43:05 PST

Empty!

Time moves on,

And we don’t know what the next season will bring;

Every moment is a universe,

I don’t know if I have done enough!

Can I do more?

I languished after many unrealised dreams,

Maybe they were too many,

I now stand here at the edge,

My life is tricky like a razor blade;

Time, pace never changed,

My life, my time and I aged!

My childhood never knew the place I belong today,

Those enchanting night and day,

I realised I am the prey;

What can life do to an unknown in the street!

Anyway!

I have moved too many places and seen a lot;

Many a friends I bid adieu;

Never met them,

Few! I don’t remember;

Do they care enough?

Life is rough,

Hairline never defines your skills,

Not your knowledge,

Smile never defines happiness;

And holding hand! Closeness,

There are more lessons in the wilderness,

There is gratitude in kindness;

Humanity and shyness!

Where is Love Now??? Introducing Aarti Upadhyay

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Wed, 02 Jan 2013 00:10:43 PST

Dear Reader,

Let me take the pleasure of introducing you to one of my dear friend Aarti who is a new Blogger and you would get to read her more often once she joins the community.

This is what she has to say about herself…

‘A certified introvert! I eat, sleep and breathe in fiction. I am student of human nature and i love to study emotions. In love with movies and music. Pessimism comes naturally to me. While people prefer to run, i crawl. A night bloomer! I deserve a medal for frolicking in pain and I make a living too. Find me juggling with content and social media. Reach me on twitter @Aaarti27’

Let me know what you think about the below article by Aarti.

Cheers,

Shamsud

Where is Love Now???

Is there anybody who hasn’t tried to define what love is? It’s one such emotion that everyone wants and feels has, until the deception wears off. We know a lot about love, we talk about it, but do we understand it?

All of us come up with our own definition for it, but the minute we define it, most of us find it difficult to live by it. The moment you feel this feeling is love, it changes. Try it out, ‘I cannot live without him’… Sounds more like Addiction. ‘His walking out on me has made me wretched. I’ll never be able to love anyone’… It’s Hopelessness, disillusionment, where is love now? Even the extreme statements like I love myself- obsession, I love him to death- madness. We spend most of the time defining love, instead of living it. It’s a phase that makes people feel extreme emotions like happiness, exaltation, contentment, pain and extreme wretchedness; when you combine these all it becomes LOVE. Love is a phase that can be coined under any other emotion present on this earth, at any point in time, but when the node becomes unexplainable, it is coined Love.

People live by the convictions they have. To some, love has attributes of giving, selflessness, sacrifice, to others it may be of possession, desires, achievements and the list is endless. Its impact is huge on peoples’ life, some end up being better off and some lurk in absolute wretchedness. But all of us love to love, if not always at some point of time in life. We fool and are fooled by it, somewhere we get carried away by it, where it’s just a phase that occurs and reoccurs in our life. To some people, it is a predominant feeling, which they believe has made their life.

I have seen couples who claim their love, enter into the relationship, get married, get jaded and then end it. When these couples started may be love was likeness, which turned into possession, from possession to obsession which passed to misunderstanding, arguments, betrayal, that resulted into the split. But if we look at it closely, in every phase, it was the love that kept reoccurring with change in emotions and feelings. These couples claim they were constantly in love but if they were constantly in love, how come the feelings changed. Within just a few years the object of their obsession turned into the object of disdain. Where is love now? Was it love in the first place? May be yes, may be no, it all depends on what one likes to believe.

Unlike others, there are a few people, who are never constantly in love; who have learnt to detach themselves, a bit aloof from the drama of life; they don’t let any emotion impair their lives. They do feel extreme emotions but they don’t get carried away by it. To them, love becomes a phase that helps them to rejuvenate, recreate, believe, share, exalt and reach a phase where there is absolute happiness which is devoid of forms. Happiness that does not need a reason to manifest itself, it comes naturally of knowing and being in love. It is in this phase that giving in love doesn’t hurt; it doesn’t make you count the sacrifices you make for your loved ones and makes you reach a stage where you are true to yourself and with each passing day, it makes two people grow. In such cases, distance doesn’t make a relationship fall apart; waiting doesn’t make a person look for another object to fill in the emptiness.

No one can consciously reach that level; it comes naturally, for example: mother-child relationship. A mother doesn’t stop loving her child even when she knows that child will grow up and have his own life, he might not need her the way he did earlier, but knowing this fact doesn’t make her love the child any less. Love becomes selfless and even when her child is away, she’ll be content knowing that her child is happy. There is no drama here, distance comes as an acceptance and it doesn’t mar the relationship, on the contrary, the relationship thrives with contentment and peace within. The years that a mother puts in for her child, in the end, are rewarded when the child is living a happy life. Love is a phase that makes her attain the peace within, it occurs and reoccurs but not with the usual drama that I mentioned in the case of the couples. It is free of possession, obsession, neediness and selfishness- devoid of these forms it becomes selfless. Such love makes a person strong; it helps to move on in life. It requires courage and a dedication that is only natural.

One more example of such love that requires a mention is of a man in his late 40s, who does volunteer work for old age homes in Ahmedabad. Every Sunday, without fail for two hours he would serve the old people like taking them out for a walk, helping them do a bit of exercise, reading stories to them. On my asking him what brought him there, he replied, ‘I lost my mother in cancer. I was really close to her, I tried everything that I could to save her but I couldn’t. In her last stage, she was in terrible pain and daily she pleaded to end the pain. It felt miserable to see her going through all of it. When it had become unbearable for her, I started praying to god to take her away instead of making her live this pain. And, when she died, I was happy that she was liberated from the acute pain. He went on saying, ‘without her, I felt a deep vacuum within, watching her going through pain and then see her gradually succumbing death wasn’t easy. Life without parents becomes difficult to imagine and now, here, I am living one…, but her death later made me realize she is gone now, she won’t come back and my life still has some years and all I can do is love the ones I have in my life, live the days to the fullest by making other people’s lives better. Her death has made me a better human being, I have started valuing and loving my two daughters and my wife even more. I couldn’t do much for her so I come here and try to bring smile on the face of these people. And, when I see these people smiling, I feel wherever my mother is she is happy’. Here again the loss of his mother, her absence doesn’t make him love her any less but it has only made him give more love and be human. Love here occurs and reoccurs but it isn’t constant with the usual drama that most people like to create. Love doesn’t oscillate here between two extremes nor does it take some undesired shape altogether.

A little bit of detachment and no obsession with drama helps to make this phase of love last for long. It’s again a subjective thing, it depends largely on the perception and conviction people live by. I am sure each one of us has their different definition of love which we like to believe and live by and all of us feel ours is the best one. But for me, love remains to be a phase that occurs and reoccurs as long as we continue to live.

There is an end!

noreply@blogger.com (Shamsud) — Tue, 18 Dec 2012 08:57:51 PST

There is an end!!!

Sometimes hope is nothing but unfulfilled dreams;

Dreams – hardwired yearnings over time,

Achievement – It never rhyme,

Fulfil only when you are at your prime!

Love has always moved with time,

Love personifies humanity – divine,

New Avatar in the human mind,

Love – the sun still shine;

Love – the pristine deity of human pain,

Sometimes bondage and always in chain!

Sometimes rainbow against stormy rain,

Can also be ugly blood stain?

Sometimes shame!

Cleanse – prove your spirituality!?

Your subject need not be in captivity,

Clean the streets,

The hopefuls are carrying their dreams,

Their food their means;

Wake up!

Clean our river;

Of pirates and diseases,

Our children shiver,

Fight!

This battle is not yet a war,

The cowboys are not that far!

You know this storm every moon;

There is an end – very soon!

The injured are taken to the hospital;

And the dead to the morgue,

What about her tonight?

Who will show her the light?

Fight!

This battle is not yet a war,

The cowboys are not that far!

You know this storm every moon;

There is an end – very soon!