maximum mayhem

the communion

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 10:37:00 +0000

boundless heaven,

through the warm rays of the sun,

kisses the earth

deep blue desires,

enfold the oozing green ecstasies

and in her sweet submission,

the lips of the earth part,

and flowers bloom...

Photo credits: My Canon SX40

staring reflection

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Sat, 13 Nov 2010 11:15:00 +0000

it stares right in my eyes

from every damn glossy surface

and with a hint of disgust

declares that i've strangled the innocence

hatred oozing out of every gaze

as if trying to expose me to myself

slashing me out of the my soul

with an assortment of preaching parlance

but hey! i know what i am

so i don't need you to moral policing me

coz you only know the dark side of moon

and i know i have got a crystal clear conscience

Wordcycle of Love

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Fri, 12 Nov 2010 07:56:00 +0000

turn

bump

tumble

cuss

get up

apology

look

glimpse

mesmerized

smile

beat

thud

lost

dreams

loiter

glance

behold

smile

jump

leap

fly

plan

dress up

rose

gift

mirror

rehearsal

tense

nervous

call up

meet

try

dare

propose

decline

struggle

retry

pursue

wait

call

message

yes

joy

run

meet

hug

promises

together

kiss

gaze

making love

calls

messages

happiness

more promises

decide

live in

adjust

dislike

clash

ego

misunderstandings

argument

row

fight

incompatible

fall out

split

break up

leave

new turn

together forever

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Mon, 25 Oct 2010 05:41:00 +0000

your hand in mine

our souls entwine

the warmth of breaths

makes us feel so fine

let's sit on a beach

under the dazzling moonshine

we will stare the stars

in each others eyes

there will be the rhythm of

the waves crushing on the coastline

the songs of my heart

and the music of the divine

lost in the calm beauty of the night

i wish to make you all mine

holding you close to my pulsating beats

i want to spend a lifetime

let me live

in the calmness of your love

let me not go away

from you ever

i love you and i need you

and we shall now be

together forever

खबर चली

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 08:17:00 +0000

उमंग की छलांग है
हर्षावेश हर उछाल है
सूचित सिन्धु भी
हुआ है शायद
तभी तो यूँ मचल रहा
झूम के छलक रहा
जश्न में मसरूफ़ सा
दिख रहा हर हिलकोरा
सब कुचे नुक्कड़ गलियारे
रौशनी में भीगे, तर-बतर से
दूज के चाँद सी मुस्कान लिए
मीठी मीठी कुछ बातें लिए
ताक़ रहें हैं शहर के
खुलते, बंद होते दरवाज़ों को
और ये भँवरे बाँवरे
छोड़ कमल को
चले खिलाने धुन की कली
लगता है तेरे आने की
मेरे मोहल्ले में खबर चली

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Wed, 25 Aug 2010 04:42:00 +0000

i could have fought

your silence

killed my courage

heart talk

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 05:25:00 +0000

as the twilight wraps the city

and muffled zephyr sweeps across

something appears and seizes my soul

draws me into a quiet terrain

inside me.

quiet.

i see the mute lips moving

not even my shallow breaths are humming

silence.

stillness.

and then, a thud of beats

my heart ascents to talk to me

to pose questions to my soul

to inquire about the reasons of my being

to remind me the face of the beggar

i saw on my way back

to prompt me about the endless misery

grief and sorrow, around

to challenge my ability to be a healer

to rip my conscious apart

to wake me up

and then

there are noises

राधा तू, मैं किसना बन जाऊं

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 10:25:00 +0000

राधा तू

मैं किसना बन जाऊं
कंधे मेरे सर रेख दे
मैं मगन प्रेम मैं बंसी बजाऊं
जुग जुग से
जो जग दोहराए
तोहे प्रीत की ऐसी
कथा सुनाऊं
जैसे कजरा
नैनो को चाहे
तुझ संग ऐसी
लगन लगाऊं
समर्पण प्रीत के
प्राण है सजनी
इन प्राणों की मैं

सांस बन जाऊं
राधा किसना के प्रेम के जैसे

अपने प्रेम को अमर बनाऊं
सजनी,राधा तू
मैं किसना बन जाऊं

love blooms

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 05:43:00 +0000

droplets

kissing n caressing

and love blooms

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Tue, 25 May 2010 14:00:00 +0000

धूम्र की श्यामल चदरिया

फलक ने देखो ओढ़ ली है

मुंबई में भी धुप ने अब

सुस्ताने की तैयारियाँ कर ली है

ठंडी पवना किसी खबरी के जैसे

सबके कानो में कह रही है

जाने कब झनकती आ जाये बूँदें

तैयार रहो की वर्षा ऋतू ने

अम्बर पे दस्तक दे दी है

Psychedelic Elapse

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Wed, 19 May 2010 13:15:00 +0000

(clicked this pic during a journey from Mumbai to Pune... One of the many tunnels on way)

sepia taking over
love's crimson tone
flaked waning words
drifting away in cyclone

memories of you
blurring
paints of past
smearing

that one obsession
called you
is disappearing
into mysterious milieu

like
brush strokes of light
when you zoom past
trail bright

what a prismatic annihilation
of our romance
a psychedelic elapse
a slip out of trance

खोजना तेरे शहर में

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Mon, 17 May 2010 06:29:00 +0000

खोजना तेरे शहर में

मैं कुछ खोकर आया हूँ

नींद की डिबिया लापता है

और मन भी गंवाकर आया हूँ

भला भला सा चला था घर से

सब कुछ ठीक ठिकाने था

पैरों से मैं चलता था और

सर से सोंचा करता था

तेरे शहर के जानिब चला जैसे ही

मौसम ने भी बदला चेहरा

धुप थोड़ी सी नरमाई और

मेघों ने मुझको आ घेरा

फिर मंद पवन के सहज इशारे से

कुछ बूंदे पेशानी पे टपकी

मानो मुझको शुचित करने को

मुझपे गंगाजल हो छिड़का

लेकर चोखा रोम रोम मैं

पंहुचा तेरे शहर के द्वार

कुछ ने मेरे दिल को थामा

कुछ ने लफ्जों से तेरे नक्श रचे

तुझसे मिला तो ऐसा उलझा

तेरे नैनों के भरम में

खोया सबकुछ पर पाया वो जो

ना मिलता किसी दैर-ओ-हरम में

यूँ तो नियति मेरी ठीक ही थी मगर

कितनी ठीक ये तब मालूम हुआ

जब मेरे नसीब में तू आई और

मेरा नसीब लोगों की मुराद बन गया

Magical Love Sprinkle

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Mon, 19 Apr 2010 09:50:00 +0000

There were drops falling
all over
When we both fell
for each other
And you beautifully named
that drizzle
Magical Love Sprinkle

जल ऋतू और प्रेम

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 14:09:00 +0000

तोरी प्रीत में पगली
सगरी नगरी

तू लौटी तो पीछे पीछे
आई दौड़ी
श्यामा बदरी

आनंद में झूमी ऐसी देखो
छलकी उसकी
मटमैली गगरी

हुई सराबोर सब राहें, ऐसी
लहरा लहरा के
बरखा बरसी

तू लौटी तो संग में लाइ
प्रेम कथाओं
की गठरी

उस गठरी की सबसे प्रियकर
एक जोड़ी की
देख अठखेली

प्रणय को दर्शाने को दोनों
बोलते अनोखी
नृत्य की बोली

ये झूमता धरनी पर
जो वो अम्बर पे
आकर थिरकती

कहता जगत देख के इनको
प्रेम की परिभाषा
हैं ये दो प्रेमी

एक है मेघा एक मयूर है
एक है अनोखी

प्रेम कहानी

Mountain Pearl

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 12:06:00 +0000

She got the eyes that are kindling with,
the flame of love and glow of faith.
I see them every night in my dreams,
and keep getting lost in their abysmal depth.

She lives with those high hills in the east,
and plays hide-n-seek, with the Sun and the rays.
The pine trees hug her and conceal her,
until she is found by those psychedelic butterflies.

She paints the sky blue with the sleight of hands,
and she know all the tricks of enchantment.
Rocks spread their wings, with her tender touch,
and water comes gushing down into a crescent.

She scribbles the poem of love on my soul,
with her wholesome, genuine, divine smile.
And she may not be the prettiest girl in the world,
but my world lies in her sweet, pretty smile.

I tried to answer this so many times before,
but its hard to explain why I love this girl.
And the way she shines on my heart's zenith,
I simply love to call her "Mountain Pearl"

The Rain Story

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 12:09:00 +0000

My umbrella got tired of waiting for the rains...

...and one day water, came with the splash...

...and vanished in a flash, leaving behind a lone drop... a very very lone drop :-(

हृदयाश्रम

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 10:29:00 +0000

(Dedicated to my new home which I have fondly named "Hridayasharam")

बदरी के कंधों पे बैठा,
वायु पंखों को सहलाता |
तारक दल से करता गठबंधन,
जब उतर के आता रात अँधेरा ||

अम्बर के जब पट खुलते तब,
सुनाती कोयल प्रेम का कीर्तन |
भक्ति भाव से भरी गगरिया,
लेकर आता यहाँ सवेरा ||

फ़िर ठुमक ठुमक के आती किरणे,
और सजाती कुदरत का मेला |
कभी गिलहरी उधम मचाती,
कभी पंछियों का लगता डेरा ||

पुष्प सजा के अपने आनन पे,
तितलियों को लुभाता ललचाता |
कुछ प्रणय है जुगनुओं से भी,
जो नित निशा लगते अविरत फेरा ||

हेम सा शाही अंतर इसका,
अन्दर जिसके करुणा का सागर |
स्नेह के मधुरस में लथपथ,
ऐसा अनूठा हृदयाश्रम मेरा ||

Mystic on the bridge

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 16:34:00 +0000

Thoughts were getting intense as the daylight ducked under the mountains and darkness reigned. A face beautifully wrapped in wrinkles started cropping up on the walls of my skull. A face having long swinging beard which could be home to Crested Oropendolas. It appears to be a Buddha figure with beard.

A city where commuting by any other means of transport is a nightmare, I am one of those rare breed of blessed residents of Mumbai who "walk to work". On my way, I have to cross a railway over bridge, generally having very few strollers, a feature very uncommon in Mumbai. The broken side railings, fractured stairs and iron rods peeping out of ripped cement, surfaces the age of the bridge.

It's been quite sometime I am using the bridge. Although there are some other alternate roads which I can use to reach office but there is some strange attraction which pulls me towards the bridge. The steps are frequent in morning, there is hardly anytime to look around, but in the evening the lazy steps give eyeballs a chance to gaze at the details. It's the time when I sense some kind of tranquility unfolding on the bridge. And as I draw near to the North West end of the bridge, the same Buddha figure with beard which was cropping up in my mind while I was leaving from the office comes alive. An old man, perhaps ages old, with just skin on the bones sitting in a posture similar to that of an enlightened Buddha, humming something which is hardly decipherable. He seems to be a nomad. I see him daily.

Whenever I get closer to the flights of steps of the mystic's bridge, few questions arise in my mind. Daily, I resolute to ask him but as I come nearer to him, it becomes difficult for me to muster up the courage and propound my queries to the vagabond , I simply walk past him.

What is he singing? Why he always sits on exactly the same place daily? Does he know how many years are passed since he first sat here? How many ages he has seen? IS HE THE BUDDHA?

Well, in the meantime, my fascination for mystics is ever-growing.

The Unthoughtful Art

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 12:20:00 +0000

You see, sitting idle and scribbling with no clear purpose can be rewarding and pleasing too... These are two pieces of art which came into existence while I was trying to kill time on Coral Draw.

Star plucking:

Well, this stick guy is a passionate lover who literally went up the stairs into the sky and plucked the stars for his beloved. Although not a great piece of art as I am not a trained artist but loved the outcome of this purposeless doodling...

Rainbow Sucker:
What will happen when a cloud will suck a rainbow? Probably this!

जनता का जूता (जूते की अभिलाषा)

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 14:02:00 +0000

चाह नही मैं कैटरिना के
तलवों से लिपट के बलखाऊँ

चाह नही मैं धोनी के
कदमों को सरपट दौडाऊँ

चाह नही की सुरबाला के
पैरों को चूमुं, इतराऊँ

चाह नही बुढे काका को
बाग़-बगीचे दिखलाऊँ

मुझे निकाल पग से हे जनता
उसके सर पर तुम देना फेंक

जो नेता नही किसी काम का
बस झूठे वादे करे अनेक

(माखनलाल चतुर्वेदी की कविता "पुष्प की अभिलाषा" की पंक्तियों से प्रेरित)

"Shoe-Hurling Era" - Future Trends

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 13:25:00 +0000

Boy! it took a lot of pondering and scribbling to decide the title of this post. A few heads I was considering were - "Shoe Hurling Saga", "Common Man's Weapon", "New found democratic cult", "Future of shoe hurling age" and finally I zeroed in on this one.

To redefine "Shoe-Hurling", it refers to flinging a Juta (Shoe) to vent frustration by a common aadmi on some useless person generally belonging to politics clan.

What might have started as an impulsive reaction by some distressed being has now become a cult. I am here trying to figure out, if this trend kept flourishing at the same pace, what is it that we can expect in future?

10 Future Trends:

In coming Olympics, we will see an official "Shoe-Hurling Competition"
Kids will hurl shoes to get fruits off the trees
Shoe-Hurling fad will evolve into juggling. Will see a few circus jokers expertise the skill
Shoes will come in triplets, two to wear, one to fling
The movement will worm its way to Schools, Colleges and Offices
Teachers and bosses will also start inhabiting in net shields
Shoe and Hurling will become costliest key words with Google Adwords
"Indian Shoe-Hurling League" will replace "Indian Premier League (IPL)"
We may also see a few academies making junta dexterous at this new art
Celebrating "Shoe-Hurling Day" ahead of Valentines Day

Well, telling future is anybody's guess, what present teaches is, netas need to be cautious while making promises and need to remember what they promised last time they came on the roads, otherwise few agitated people will make their heads swinging.

Voyage - Back to Soul

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Sat, 21 Feb 2009 08:10:00 +0000

One day I thought
sitting in a trunk,
what fun it must be
living life on the brink.

Next trice blood started
hurtling down the veins,
eyes stared uncharted
territories beyond the fence.

I locked my all fears
into steel cage,
heart is pounding
I am running off the edge.

Trailing the call of unknown
breathing away from prudence,
I am on an odyssey
discovering my essence.

I have opened my wings
I am ready to fly,
for a voyage with dreams
beyond the clear new sky.

Life has become a celebration
its raining rapture
I have touched my soul
and danced with nature.

Philosophy at tea time

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Fri, 30 Jan 2009 07:14:00 +0000

My blog was into a deep meditative mood for last one month and hence there is no post.
Well, to be honest, wasn't actually having the time to weave the words, New year started on quite a busy note.

But last week I was lazing at a tea stall. The most wisdom endowed people in India can either be located at a "Paan Ki Dukaan" or at a "Tea Stall". I have always wondered how people become so intelligent and full of insights while they guzzle down hot tea or munch a Paan. Folks here discuss some of the world's most head scratching problems and decipher them as they shoot reddish jets from their chops.

Phew... getting back to the incident, I was having my evening cup of tea with my left ankle on right knee, and suddenly a few words from surrounding wormed their way into my ears. "IF YOU KEEP ON SCREWING OTHER'S LIVES, ALL YOU WILL BE LEFT WITH IN YOUR HAND IS AN SCREW DRIVER."

Well said, worth atleast a post...

Touch of butterfly (Haiku)

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Mon, 29 Dec 2008 09:06:00 +0000

Like butterfly wings patting air
you touch my soul
so tender

New Year's knocking

noreply@blogger.com (Mayur Pathak) — Mon, 22 Dec 2008 10:18:00 +0000

When you hear, the murmur of people,
speaking of quitting smoke,
and coming out of debt's yoke.

when you see, more joggers in park,
moving hands over belly,
eyes adoring Arnold and Jolie.

When you realize, its time to look back,
learning from the past dismay,
and knitting new dreams for the new day.

Then you know, its coming new year,
occasion of fresh resolutions,
occasion of joy, happiness and celebrations.