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so many years

2020-05-12T21:40:00.002-07:00

so many years
painting the seven colours
and still the color black
stains my brush
so many years
sleeping with the moon
and still moonless nights
plagues my sky
so many years
under the burning sun
and still a serpentine darkness
coils my skin
so many years
composing ballads
and still a blank canvas
envelopes my hide
so many years
writing, seeking solace
in words
and still am a wound
living on blood
so many years
writing poems
and still am an unknown hermit
hungry for words
so many years
dancing in the rain
and still a raging desert
lives in my clothes
so many years
carving statues of women
and still my women
are made up of paper
and still my women
are made up of paper

it is so ironic

2020-04-21T06:02:00.002-07:00

flapping in Wuhan
a Chrysalis caused chaos
Earth rests on its back

it is so ironic
while the whole of mankind
is in a cage
the animals run wild and free
and mock us
seeing us in jail
it is so ironic
as we battle
an invisible enemy
waging a strange kind of star
all these tanks, missiles,bombs
and warships
prove a mere vanity
against nature's wrath
it is so ironic
while we dance
on the streets,beat plates,utensils
and light lamps
as one by one the brave
doctors and nurses fall
we shamelessly kick
out of their homes
their very kind
it is so ironic
while from the foreign shores
the rich ferry this disease to our land
a strange paradox
it is only the poor and the homeless
who in thousands die
it is so ironic
while humankind
still tirelessly tries to find a cure
this very pandemic is making
our ailing mother nature heal
it is so ironic
while the silent intruder
performs its gory dance of death
here in my land
in the name of religion
sadly people still do fight
it is so ironic
here in Ladakh
it was yesterday
in the stillness of the night
that i tried writing these lines
while outside
bizarrely
in the middle of spring
snow fell

blank page

2018-10-23T02:37:00.000-07:00

a blank page
is God's way
of telling us
how hard
it is to be God

blank page
staring at my face
asking me
is writing really that hard
blank page
my white canvas of hope
beneath your skin
are hidden infinite poems
every poet's holy grail
blank page
though besides the brook
amidst willows and poplars
why is that nothing inspires me
blank page
now that spring has set in
piercing the darkness of winters
why is there a winter so savage
still within my bones
blank page
staring at my face
while still trying to write
a magpie flying above
shits on my head :(

poverty's child

2016-02-08T05:30:00.001-08:00

whoever you may be
be as a blood
to a bleeding answer
i am a wound
who lives on blood
like a beautiful leech

the last
hundred rupees
has been withdrawn
suddenly

everything turns
cold and numb
like death!!
misery
like a gangrene
ripples into my
blood
bones
and maybe my skin too!!
ambushed
bruised and defeated
wearing the carcass
of penury
i run from everyone!!

cousins

acquaintances
neighbours
shopkeepers
the newspaper vendor
the cable guy
and my weather friends!!
buried in my cocoon
i go to
the darkness of my room
where hunger is my only friend
the smiling cup of tea
my only solace!!
battling monsters
in this dark obscurity
' now ' after ages
i dust the cobwebs
of my mind
as i try to write
about

this cursed
and damned
poverty's child!!

even this borrowed bidi
has now started

showing tantrums

it refuses to light

this flesh is really sad
but i laugh :) :)
as i rot
and burn

in this fire

of
poverty

: rupee is an Indian currency
bidi known as poor man's cigarette is an Indian cigarette wrapped in a tendu

a dream :)

2014-12-16T06:04:00.000-08:00

and suddenly
in the deep silence
of the night
a dreaming of mine
begins

last night
i dreamt of beauty
that sight
a burning river of fire
engulfed me
and a brave madness
erupted inside me
i leapt from the bed
and went searching for beauty
high up in the white of the hills
flying across the endless skies
drifting along the misty clouds
taming the canaries and falcons
surfing the seven colors of the rainbow
i wandered into the Savannas and the Prairies.
Bathing in perfumed gardens
gyrating with lilies and the blue bells
searching among the green of the meadows
for that oasis of Eden.
Singing hymns to the wildflowers
i crossed vast deserts into faraway lands
where the winds made music
in praise of her charm.
Blasting away the calm of the forests
i hunted in the night with pumas
riding wild stallions
looking for that pearl
that hidden shrine of forever.
Jumping from the highest cliffs
diving into deepest ravines
drowning into unfathomable seas
i was a madman
in ecstasy
half-burnt
by the inferno
of this elusive beauty
suddenly
as if the dead have risen
from the grave
my phone rang
and from the invisible world
you whispered ' Hello!! '
and my search for beauty
ended :)

the wild flower :) ;)

2014-04-01T05:15:00.002-07:00

i don't want you like that
masked as another
i want you pure , free
irreducible you
when i call you
among all people of the world
only you will be you

since centuries

you have been
chained to the roots
of these empty traditions
time and again
you were sacrificed
for being
a mother
a sister
a wife
a lover
for long
you have endured
in silence
for long
you had misery
pain
and tears for company
be a rebel
open the braids of your hair
rip apart the veil
that clothe you
from yourself
come out of the garment
woven by men
stay naked
in your happiness
you are a woman!!!
the powerful metaphor of my poems
you belong to the wild
where no force on earth can tame you
you are a wild flower
go..breathe in the wilderness
go..dance in the wilderness :) ;)

the paro girl :( :(

2013-11-01T04:25:00.002-07:00

yes to you women
in a world of pain
to you bright star
in this ever-spending universe
to you fighter
of one thousand-and-one fights
to you friend of my heart

being a girl..
was my biggest curse..
poverty made it worse..
this is my story..
my battered destiny..
that some greedy men chart..
first they tried to dig..
my grave in the womb..
i was lucky to have seen the light..
later that existence came at a price.
to be sold for my female body..
my flesh..
to the faraway lands..
where the cattle were priced...
higher than women..
and everyday rape came wearing..
the garment of marriage..
now..i was a woman..a wife..
did i say wife..???..or mankind's whore..
to be sold and resold again..
to be shared by many men..
to be devoured by the hungry males..
to satisfy their sexual gratification..
again and again..
now i was a Paro girl..
millions of candles have been lit..
but i never seem to see the light..
facebook and twitter revolutions have been stirred..
but my battered world still remains the same.
a living corpse....in chains...
living a life of tortured existence...
held captive in a country..
where ironically men worship..
women carved of stones..
even today they want me to have a boy..
and thousands of my sisters are being killed in the womb..
as long as this carries on..
every day a new Paro girl is born..
every day a new Paro girl is born..

Every year thousands of girls are trafficked from Bangladesh,Nepal,West Bengal,Andra Pradesh,Tamil Nadu,Jharkhand and north-east India into the north Indian states like Haryana,Punjab and Rajasthan and sold into marriages,these marriages are often fake and termed as ' jugad '..due to the rampant female infanticide over decades , girls have almost disappeared from these places that is why they are trafficked from other places to fill in this gender imbalance..this poem is dedicated to those girls..who go through this worst form of MODERN SLAVERY and abuse and are termed as the paro or the molki girls..

Dancing for a cause--DID--Indiblogger Meet--The Oberoi-Delhi

2013-11-01T00:35:00.001-07:00

to dance is to be out of yourself

larger,more powerful,more beautiful
this is power
it is glory on earth
and it is yours for the taking
-Agnes Demille

Registering for the meet Photo- By Shaikh Meraj

Phew!!!..What an amazing meet it was..Since early morning I was in two minds whether or not to attend the meet.I am so happy to have attended the meet and enjoyed the company of all the bloggers especially Rinzu,Mercy and Ratika.It was fun and we all had a great time.It was good to meet the famous celebs Mudassar khan and Feroz khan .They looked very young and brimming with energy.It is through the combination of their hard work and talent that they have come this far.I wish them the best of luck for their new show Dance India Dance Season 4 and hope that they take this show to zeniths never achieved before.

Mercy Tetseo,Rinzu and Ratika

Mudassar Khan and Feroz Khan

Blogging and Dancing for a cause,that concept was new to me and I loved the concept.Dancing for safer streets,dancing for the abolition of female feoticide,dancing against child marriages,dancing for the honor of the soldiers fighting for our sake on the borders.The bloggers came up with awesome performances.The misnomer that bloggers cannot dance was proved wrong.When it came to tapping the feet and doing some salsa ,the blogging geeks couldn't be left behind and they transformed into dancing gods and goddesses.

Time to shake a leg

We write poetry to bring out our bottled up emotions, frustrations and as a mark of protest,the same way dancing also helps us bring out our pent up emotions.When we are angry with someone rather than getting into fights or arguments,its better if we dance out our anger.Caught in a road rage!!!how about dancing out of it,angry with the boss,angry with your spouse,frustrated with corruption,fed up with these never ending scams...Dance It Out!!!..

Shiva is considered the God of dance.He dances the dance of creation,the dance of destruction and the dance of solace and liberation.When he is angry he performs the Rudra tandav to quench his anger.And he expresses his joy with Ananda tandav.How about letting our body sway to our joys and anger and listen to the hidden langauge of the soul,dance like Gods and let our spirits soar over the ether of these endless problems and gyrate out of it.

Lets dance to fight poverty and corruption,

Lets dance against child marriages,human trafficking,racism,communalism and patriarchy,

Lets dance for a society where every man and woman is equal,

Lets dance for a society where every woman feels safe,

Lets dance for the unity of this country,

Lets dance together irrespective of caste ,color or creed,
Lets dance for the equality of all religions and for the right of every human being,

Lets dance for one universal religion i.e ' HUMANITY '.

There are many more issues plaguing our country.It is 66 years since our country got independence,it was possible because of the revolution brought by our freedom fighters.But India is still not a country our freedom fighters dream't of.We still have societies which are fragmented on the basis of caste, patriarchy still exists in our society, people still fight with each other on basis of religion,corruption runs rot in our government,files get stuck for years in red tapism ,there are endless crimes against women,thousands of women and children become victims of human trafficking,khaps still call the shots in rural areas,people are still stuck in the centuries old medieval mindset and everyday there are honor killings.The poor are getting poorer and every day thousands die of starvation.We live in parallel societies where a skyscraper and a slum exists side by side.
The social revolution that our freedom fighters thought we would carry forward is missing. For that social revolution to really happen,' we ' the people have to take active part. Lets make our dance play a part in bringing that social revolution.Let us stop talking and let our feet and the body do the talking as the saying goes ' bodies never lie '.

I love sufism. And I love the way dervishes dance to connect to God.For them dancing is a passion,it is meditation,it is their prayer and religion.It is the way they create a world of illusions and a state of reverie..Let us also dream with our feet and dance like the sufis.
A dervish was once asked why he worshipped God through dancing.
' Because ', he replied , to worship God means to die to self,
dancing kills self,
when the self dies all problems die with it.
So lets dance like a dervish killing that self,lets try killing all the problems,dance like a man possessed with love, dance to the music of madness inside us,letting our body speak that unexplored language of the soul and find that God within us. :) ;)

: this post has been written for the indiblogger D.I.D contest
and here are the results http://www.indiblogger.in/bloggermeet.php?id=232

...your smile.. :)

2013-03-30T23:56:00.001-07:00

O breathe a word
or two of fire
smile as if those words
should burn me

seeing your smile..

the seas caught fire.

fishes started flying..

this planet ripped open....

and the moon emerged..

from the chest of the earth....

hundreds of madmen..

danced at this glorious sight..
seeing your smile..

poetry rose to its epitome.

it gained further heights..

as your smile got wider...

thousands of adages became meaningless..

for words escaped from languages..

and burned at the altar of your smile..
seeing your smile..

hundreds of dervishes began to dance..

not knowing what they were dancing about..

but just because you cared to smile..

Sages finally attained their spiritual liberation..

and the whirl of the Sufi's became more menacing..

for madness radiated from the skin of your smile..
seeing your smile..

the might of one thousand armies was destroyed..

and the cavalry of one thousand cannons silenced..

the roar of one thousand lions subdued...

and the glory of the ancient kings reduced to rubble..

for the arrows of your smile vandalized everything on its way..
seeing your smile..

a spirit entered inside this poet to flesh these lines..

for these lines ran like blood in his body..

and he found the key to the secret of all languages..

that he had always wanted to unlock..

and unleash the poem of his poems..
but in your smile..
also lay hidden the last line of this poem..

now that you don't seem to smile..

this poem will forever remain unfinished.

and this poem..like this unknown poet..
will decay in obscurity.. :( :(

poetry left me :( :(

2012-09-29T04:55:00.000-07:00

pack up the moon
dismantle the sun
pour away the ocean
sweep away the wood
for nothing now
can ever
come to any good

poetry left me

left me in all forms

verse,couplets and meter
escaped me

hidden in metaphor and similes

words no longer stir me

but die a hundred deaths

choking my parched veins

I no longer see words

dripping like hot lava

setting forest fires

cascading your wild hair

I am not the horse of wind

galloping high up in the skies

carrying messages to the moon..

dwelling your magical eyes.
nor am I the singing bird

collecting twigs of alphabets

weaving limericks nestled

in every fabric of your eyebrows

Gibran ,Hafez ,Rumi,Qabbani!!

what use is their sorcery

do you now picture my disease

a wanderer disrobed of language

allow me to pluck words

from the garden of your beauty
again lend wings to my bardic existence
baptize me with that one ' rare event '

your ' beautiful face ' :(

.. the mountains and me.. :) ;)

2012-07-05T02:41:00.006-07:00

like a great poet
the mountain knows
how to produce the greatest effects
with the most limited means

so here i am amidst the mountains..

just the mountains and me..
for its grandeur like a potent wine...

flows through every rock,every pebble ..
and through every grain of sand..
the mountains gaze at me like a king..
as if to narrate me an ancient epic..

the epic of the faded kings of this virgin land..

that stands buried between ancient days and now..
the clouds drift lazily between earth and heaven..
searching for perch at the top of the mountains..
the eagle pierces the sky in the distance..

breaking the circle of the earth and the skies..

preying its eyes on a lamb among the flock..
the shepherd keeps its flock veiled..

by the threat of its loaded sling..

the river is now happy with summer..
for it roars and growls..kissing the foothill..

meandering away from the chaos of this world..

lashing on ferociously on the weak wooden bridge..
the powerful cool winds keep howling..

the towering trees gyrating..

as if welcoming the winds..

the leaves keep rustling and whistling..

conveying me..the secret message of the mountains..

the birds are chirping..

welcoming..this onslaught of summer..
still its so quiet here..
no one to speak to..
just the mountains and me..
for between us..we have forgotten the world..

and i no longer feel like a human..

but a hermit living alone in this abode..

dazzled by nature's ethereal scheme..
and the fury of its beauty that slaughters.. :) ;)

: this poem I wrote during my stay in Ladakh last summers.. :)

my dear woman :) ;)

2012-02-06T04:00:00.012-08:00

reading her lips is ecstasy
for she is
but a mug of romance

beyond this faceless crowd
amidst the din of people
lies the comfort of my solitude
the reason for my literary curiosity
beyond this wall of endless tyranny
lies the pastures of my freedom
the feather to my wings
and flight to my words
beyond this wail of loneliness
lies the warmth of my companion
i cant resist her vapors
as she fumes and calls me..seeking her company
beyond this face of my innocence
lies the reason for the rage of my poems
for she transforms me into a warrior
arming me with words
laced with bows,arrows,spears n cannons
beyond this macabre dance of lies
lies the honesty of her aroma
for she gives ointment to my wounds
and stalks me with her fumes
beyond this enemy lines

i am surrounded by enemies
and i seek solace in her simmering chest
for she is..my dear ' woman '
' my boiling cup of tea ' ;) :)

..an ode to my mother..

2011-09-12T22:40:00.000-07:00

no painter's brush nor poet's pen

in justice to her fame

has reached half high enough

to write a mother's name

for every moan that escaped you during my birth
every bit of my flesh i owe to you 'O Mother'
in great pain did you bear me for my existence
all my pain belittles in front of you ' O Mother '
when i feared tripping in the depths of darkness
you acted as my cane and embraced me with your light
when without a second you gave your life for mine
that very moment my heart belonged to you forever
i remember when my father punished me
it was always your love that stopped him
your heart was a deep abyss
at the bottom of which i always found forgiveness
you worked hard till your limbs did hurt
but never thought of blaming me for the pain
there was only one pretty child in the world
and in your eyes it was always me ' O Mother '
your love for me knew no infinite
it could make the earth stop and heavens tremble
in the heavens above even the angels started crying
seeing the love so devotional like yours ' O Mother '
you were always my first love

and in my ' first love ' i found my liberation

great wars and battles were fought by warriors,kings and men
but the bravest battle that was ever fought
will not be found in the pages of history written by men
it was silently fought by you ' O Mother '
we speak of diamonds and jewel
you were the jewel in my life that i will always treasure
we speak of pain and torture

the pain was the look in your eyes when i saw you the last time

the torture was in seeing tears fall
from the angelic eyes of my mother
kill me,skin me,peel me,punish me..do as you wish God

but never let tears fall from the beautiful eyes of my mother
your flesh still slumbers in me
and even now only after my eyes close..your heart sleeps
you share with me a ' bond ' that even the God's do envy
a bond that is so dear that only a mother can understand :( :(

..paradise.. :) ;)

2011-03-16T22:01:00.059-07:00

this aloneness is worth

more than a thousand lives

this freedom is worth

more than all the lands on earth

to be with you just for a ' moment '

is worth more

than the world and life itself

..fly with me in my dreams..
..absorb me in your thoughts..
..rebuild me out of promised touches..
..be mine as long as the horizon ll last..
..as if we are ruled by the limitless heavenly restrictions..
..as if we are immutable forever..
. and no life turn will ever challenge us..
..know my every longing..
..reveal to me your deepest goals..
..then hold me tight..
..and tell me the same stories over n over again..
..when sorrows engulfs me by the blanket of darkness..
..let ' your ' hands shows me the sunshine..
..when miseries make me limp...
..let your smile be my cane..
.. lets pretend being birds living on land...
...wanting to fly in the air..
..to the barriers of the unknown..
.. where we are greeted by the lutes of angels...
..when life buries me in the abundance of ugly lies..
..take me out n hold me in your true embrace..
...in your arms..where there is no awareness of pain..
...where peace dwells..where lies my ' paradise '...
...bask me with ' your ' magical glance..
...may b with your glance...
..i will be free from all this sadness n emptiness..
..gift me with precious moment of being with ' you '...
.. and let it be the last shelter of my existence.. :) ;)

...long ago... :(

2010-12-09T06:22:00.000-08:00

in your light i learnt how to love

in your beauty how to make poems

you danced inside my chest

where no one saw you

but sometimes I did
and that sight became this art

long ago i was free
today i am free but chained to your thoughts
long ago i was a normal being
today i am but slowly going insane
long ago i was happy in the sunrise of my tomorrows
today i am happy but in the yesterday of my happiness
long ago i breathed in happiness
today i breathe but in the heartbeat of our memories
long ago i nurtured a dream
today i nurture but flowers around the tomb of our dreams
long ago i was blinded in love
today i am blinded but only by tears
long ago i feared i would die if i didn't had you
today half of me is dead and death seems inferior
long ago i missed you as a person
today i miss that person i thought you were
long ago only sticks,stones and words did hurt
today your silence is tearing me apart
long ago you were the light of my life
today the light of my light is fading with your light
long ago i encountered love,the moment i found your love
today love is but just a meaningless word
long ago my heart was a prairie teeming with life
today it is a ghost town haunted by your memories
long ago you told me a beautiful lie
today i am content in all those beautiful lies
long ago you were the dancing letters of my page
today you are but a beautiful page of my past
long ago i sank myself in your jokes and laughter
today i am drowning in the shrieks of your silence
long ago i wanted to live forever
today i exist but feel cursed with longevity :( :(

...bewitching ladakh..... ;) :) ;)

2010-11-10T05:29:00.000-08:00

O Solitude!
if i must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
of murky buildings
-John Keats

..for in ' silence ' i find my solitude...
..for the monotony of a quiet life
stimulates the creative mind in me...
..for in ' silence ' n solitude i find my independence...
..for in silence i find the richness of self..
..for the more inclined i am towards the religion of solitude,
the more powerful and original my mind becomes...
..for in silence i find my strength..
..for in silence i can travel towards the infinite..
..for in silence i can peacefully create my words...
..for in silence i feel no longer a mortal..
..for through my ' living words ' i can scream to immortality...

..the carpet of velvet was strewn with the white and brown grains of sand that glinted in the sun..the carpet was the valley of L.A.D.A.K.H ....and the grains of sand were the houses of the town's urban sprawl,seen from 1000 feet above...seating on the seat in the plane...i drank in the spectacular view and could sense the cool mountain breeze,fragrant with those two most seductive and elusive of the spices : ' silence ' n ' solitude '...
...L.E.H is a sleepy little town ,ringed by the emerald terraces of wheat fields and thin parches of scattered green...
..Delhi...the city where i study right nw...is a city having population that has swelled into monstrous size,it is a place with choked streets spewing pollution,ear splitting shrieks of automotive horns greet us everyday...
..i belong to LADAKH..n my place is an ideal getaway from the noise n the clamour of an increasingly overpopulated planet..its a perfect retreat for people suffering from urban shell shock..and the cure it offers consists of ' quietness ' n a sense of ' soliditary ' space...it can also drown you in its rustic charm..n weave around you its magical spell of absence..the absence of the crowds..the absence of the noise..the absence of the teeming crowds...
..but sadly they are being lost forever to the relentless encroachment of progress..the beauty of Ladakh is getting lost in the greed of making more money...people out there are turning blind as their eyes have become tinted with the colour of money...
..i feel like a miser about such beautiful places..n i wish i could hoard it in secrecy,the way a ' miser ' hoards his gold...
..Gold...even at the record prices that it has reached today can still be bought...but i feat that ' silence ' n ' stillness ' n the places where they are to be found,will soon be beyond the power of money or love...or both to purchase...
..fearing this i would like to keep such places hidden,out of the sight of the others,for ' silence ' n ' solitude ' are more difficult to share than even a miser's gold...
...but even as a miser fearful of theft is tempted to disclose his secret gold to strangers if only because he covets their envy which will make him feel even richer than he already does-- i can't help but spill the beans about my hidden treasures... :) ;)

..every breath i will lend.. :) :(

2010-10-01T09:48:00.000-07:00

if you were made of fire 🔥
and I were made of paper
I would still kiss you anyways

if your beginning shall need my end..
for you every breath i will lend..
if your happiness shall need me in sorrow...
every pain in the world i will happily borrow..
if your life shall need me perished...
i shall forget every dream i cherished....
if i do not see happiness in your eyes..
i ll cry tears even while i am sitting in paradise...
if in your heart a place i cannot win..
even a place in heaven is a bin ...
if in your heart a flower i cannot nurse..
all the happiness of the world for me..is a curse...
if i am painted a castaway to an isolated lagoon..
with you besides me..i ll consider it a boon...
if people around have my name demonised...
i wouldn't bother if i only have ' you ' realized...
if something that keeps me happy makes your eyes moisten..
even the sweetest nectar would taste like poison...
if only my ' death ' shall forever open the gates to your heart...
i would merrily embrace it and to the other world i shall depart...
if then and only my ' name ' in your heart you will forever carve...
i will ' smile ' even as i lay sleeping in my grave...
if even then my love puts you in pain..
i would rise up from my slumber to have it slain.. :( :(

.. hers... :) ;)

2010-09-15T06:46:00.000-07:00

..a single smile of hers.... :)
....triggered so much magic..that the entire conglomerate of magicians on this earth ..unitedly failed to evoke..

..a single wink of hers.... ;)
...propelled so much flirtation..that the entire army of tantalizing seductresses on this earth ....unitedly failed to evoke...

...a single tear of hers..... :(
....engendered so much empathy..that the entire conglomerate of pamperdly wailing children....unitedly failed to evoke...
...a single thought of hers.....
..perpetuated so much benevolence....that the entire juggernaut of sagacious philosophers on this earth...unitedly failed to evoke....

...a single stare of hers.....
.....evolved so much concentration...that the entire string of pompously lecherous meditators on this earth ...unitedly failed to evoke...

.....a single shadow of hers......
.....instilled so much enigma...that the entire compendium of fairy tales on this earth ......unitedly failed to evoke....

....a single nod of hers......
.......incited so much assurance...that the entire river of promises lingering on this earth ..unitedly failed to evoke....

...a single sketch of hers......
.......inspired so much artistry....that the entire flurry of manipulatively greedy artists on this earth...unitedly failed to evoke...

..and a single ' heartbeat ' of hers......
.......inflamed so much love in my impoverished life..that the entire meadow of countless opulence,wealth n belonging on this earth...unitedly failed to evoke.. :) ;)

..auburn beauty.. :) ;)

2010-08-23T06:56:00.000-07:00

..there lives a girl who's sugar n sweet..
..it was destiny that made us meet...
..armed with a cannon..this ' pretty ' software engineer '...
..is all set to conquer the world n domineer..
..' a magic sorrounds this girl '..i saw a truth fairy declare..
..so in my poem..i try bring her pure naked soul to bare..
..she's courageous,dauntless,gritty n ' brave '..
..all these qualities in her..is what i rave...
..one look at her will take you on a flight to heaven..
..thats the magic of this ' dusky ' raven...
..hates people who do fag n smoke..
..is tht why??? infront of her sinners like me tremble n choke...
..she doesn't believe in the word ' impossible '...
..because anything for her is achievable..
..loves readin the world of angels n demons..
..then into her own little world she crayons...
..Oh!!!..her beauty..every poet does crave...
..this ' nymph ' can make any poet her slave..
..her pictures are poetry spillin from every frame..
..thats the unseen talent of this ' brunette dame '...
.. a poem of ' emotions ' surging ahead like a stream..
..these images come alive..talk,romance,orate,cry n scream..
..her camera goes click,click,click..showin u her creative prowess..
..thats the fictive power of this auburn duchess...
..though miles seperate us..one thing keeps us glued..
..its our love for one common thing..that is food...
..i saw a canary flying by..as it cooingly sang...
..that ' her,me n maggie do make a perfect gang '..
..if God asked me for a ' wish ' that i could transgress....
..it would be gettin drunk in the beauty of this brown sorceress ..
..I would be willing to be in His slender chains...
..if in the labyrinths..with my ' gang ' i was to forever detain... :) ;)

.. the beast awakens...

2010-08-09T07:32:00.047-07:00

..water kept on pourin down..
..the heavens opened up creating in a sense of fear..
..the streams swole,banks overflowed,day turned into night..
..but still the rain poured like a hose..
. then black pregnant clouds did burst...
...growling...splitting the earth.. water came gushing....in a mood to slaughter..
....everyone in the sleepy villages felt the tremor..
..setting everyone's heartbeat into a pulsating race...
..the sound was enormous..like a beast awoken frm his sleep..
....people fled for the hills.. running from nature's onslaught..
.. the sight was unimaginable...horrific..gory..macabre..
..like a monster..weedy murk came around swallowing everythin on its way..
..sweeping stubborn layers of noxious debris...
..with sheets of muddy water encapsulating low land..
..uprooting trees from the deep recesses of ground..
..sparing none..submergin all visible land...
..shrieks,wails,shouts,screams everywhere..followed by a deafening silence...
...the dead lay scattered all around..buried under the rubble..
...hundreds of dreams lay 'dead'....crushed to death amidst the roar..
... the rain still continued with unrelenting fury..
..though the dead could not shout anymore..
...it still growled,roared n blooded for more...

..rising above the turmoil..the people still stood united..
.mothers,fathers,sons,daughters..stood..hand in hand..
...water licked their knees..tears welled their eyes...
..but they made a pledge..not to be cowed..to rebuild..
..to be strong n unbeaten..to never submit to that blood thirsty beast.. 🥴😏

love :)

2010-07-29T02:10:00.000-07:00

..is the touch of your hand..
..is the kindness in your smile..
. is the smell of your hair..
..is the strength in your stare..
..is the power in your face..
..is the sparkle in your eyes..
..is the serenity in your stride..
. is the calming of your presence..
..is the beauty of your eyes looking into mine..
..is the way you smile back at me..
..is the sweetness in your goodbyes...
.. ' you ' existing in me..

..is tender..
..is true..
..is incredible..
..is a fever..
..is madness...
..is a holy smoke made with the fume of my endless sighs...
..is a sweet tyranny because i am willing to endure the torments willingly..
..is me caught in your fire that burns which i can't escape..
..is each day turning into eternity waiting for you..
..is me wanting you to be closer to me than my breath..
..is the ' reason ' for every beat of my heart..
..is me filling with life in the joy of your presence..
..is what makes a moron like me brave ..
..to melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night..
..is your face floating before me when i close my eyes....
..to wake up in the morning with a winged heart thinking about you...
...is the silent and silent saying of your single name...
..is a winged cupid painting me blind ...
..is my eyes growing moist without any apparent reason..
..is my hope that floats while i am sinking in a sea of suffering...
..is standing in the deepest ,darkest valleys but still me looking at the stars...
..is the thought of you and me walking hand in hand..
..is to think of you and me as always ' together '..
..is ' YOU '..and now its my religion and i am ready to die fr it..

..LOVE me and the whole ' WORLD ' is mine... :) ;)

.. magical L.A.D.A.K.H... ;) :)

2010-06-08T01:12:00.000-07:00

i learnt all the words
and broke them up
to make a single word
' homeland '

..next to God..
..my place is the greatest wonder of this universe.
..the vast sea of mountains covered in the thick blanket of white...
..proudly displaying its might..
..the color of blue that span the entire sky..
..splashed with sparse clouds of white...
...the countless small rivers cascading into the mighty Indus...
...the magnificent sight of the chilling river merging with the Indus...
..the grand royal Leh palace still standing stall, withstanding centuries..
..overlooking the Leh city..
...the soaring hillocks protruding into the sky...
...the deep gorges and the grand canyons cradled in deep slumber as if inviting us into its lap...
...the hills enveloping itself by the mellow colors of the setting sun....
...the cacophony of the birds echoing in sweetness.....
..the Yaks grazing lazily in the thin parches of green..
...the scattered manis and the chortens exhibiting its glorious past adding to the aura of this magical place...
...the sound of the gong of a nearby monastery echoing into the valley...
...the rickety gompas perched atop the hills in secret conversation with the skies.....
..the littered villages..the roaring streams..
..the far flung places..still secluded from civilisation..
..the winds whispering to my ear..
..and the ' aroma ' of homeland..

...it has boundless beauty...the beauty that strikes the senses, the beauty of quality n appearance which my mind does grasp..
..i find delight n rejoice being in the midst of such a breathtaking scene
with nature exuding such magic..
..the palette of lights,colors,shades and shadows are the result of its invisible formula and i love being a part of this nature's divine plan..this peps in me oodles of energy ushering in me a new vigor and spirit....i feel proud to be from this mystic land that still boasts of its ' chastity '..
..there is variety in every breath and mood of this place..and every mood has a message n a purpose..
..its time for me to decode this message...read its purpose and fall in love with the ' wilderness ' of this place...over and over again...and fill my palate with the beauty of L.A.D.A.G.S.... :) ;)

..here i come.. ;) :)

2010-05-21T23:38:00.000-07:00

..finally its time to leave fr home..busy packin things ryte nw..

..feeling very euphoric n ecstatic..at d top of d world..

..busy shifting things..as am vacating my room..coz its goin to b a long vacations to d hills...

..wud b meandering my way ryte thru d hills..feedin frenzily on kashmiri wazwan n treatin myself to kashmiri kahwa on d way....n enjoyiin d beauty of d ' switzerland of india '..

..ryte said by d persian poet shiekh saadi.

."agar barroi firduasay zaminast

hamiast hamiast hamiast "

..wud b finally gettin to treat my eyes to d sight of d majestic mountains proudly displayin its beauty n might..

..wud b gettin to watch d cattle lazily grazin in d thin parches of green..
..wud b gettin to hear d rivers roaring downstream always in a hurry to join d mighty indus..
..wud b finally gettin to breathe in fresh air...away frm d hustle n bustle of d city wer life is nothin but cosmetic n fake..
..wud b gettin to hear d winds whisper to my ears as it grazes by..

..wud b simmerin myself in warm gurr gurr chai...

..Oh Ladakh!!!!...here i come.. :) ;)

...my imaginary chashmish girl..

2010-04-10T08:24:00.000-07:00

..me and thee..
..for each other..' are '.. we meant to be..
..in my dreams and in my heart..
..i did see your face right from the start..
..dreaming of you makes my night worthwhile..
..thinking of you makes me constantly smile..
..i long to know the secrets of your pull..
..is it because my sunshine is taurus ' the bull '..
..why is it ' you ' that i have made my goal...
..why thinking of you makes my mind go out on a stroll..
..soul mates i believed were once a myth..
..right now its you the one i wanna be with..
..that our paths intertwined not just by chance..
..maybe fate is going to sing us a beautiful romance..
..i am starting to think,for u shall i...take the risk...
..as i continue to travel ' you ' with my eyes,promiscuous... ;)
..something tells me that ' you ' are the one..
..thinking of you is how my day has always begun..
..having you is the best thing ever..
..to have you is what i want ' forever '...
..i often ask myself am i dreaming too far..
..getting whisked into the abysmal valleys of wonder...
..all i need is a place in your serene heart..
..a ' place ' where it never grows dark..
..praying for some magic to happen so very divine..
..that a day will come when i can call you ' mine '... ;) :) ;) :( :)

: chashmish in hindi means the one who wears glasses.

.. captive imagination.. :)

2010-04-05T04:56:00.000-07:00

they can put out the lamps
where the lovers meet
but they cannot blind the moon

In jail writes Marxist poet and activist Varavara Rao,
waiting becomes a habit that slowly turns into addiction, time can draw out endlessly,a gaping maw,seconds stretch into minutes and minutes into hours,the hours move so slowly,you might almost watch them walk by.
In the movie 'Shawshank Redemption' Morgan Freeman plays the role of a lifer, he says that in confinement one gets ample lot of time to think the unthinkable,that is why prison writing is such a formidable genre..
There are stories of prisoners getting caught while writing and their work being confiscated and burnt but nothing stops them ,they are ready to start from scratch from the very next day.
Every prisoner has two things which no warden can confiscate,
that is ' memory ' and 'imagination '...
Memory is double-edged,it can hurt or soothe, imagination too is schizophrenic,it can create 'invisible fears' or the ' fruits of creativity '..
Cevantes 'Don Quixote', John Bunyan's ' the Pilgrims Progress', Jean Gebet's 'Our Lady of Flowers', Hitler's 'Mein Kemph' were all written in confinement. Australian convict Gregory David Roberts blend of fact n fiction 'Shantaram' sold millions of copies, parts of Nehru's books were also written in confinement.
Captivity creates its own 'imagination'.
Their movements restricted ,prisoners often look at their surroundings with a ' magnifying glass ', revelling into the ' extra-ordinariness ' of everyday things.
Says Rao that pigeons in the prison reminded him not of forgotten people but of the bonds that must be forgotten,not of past lives,but of the past trapped in the present.In jail prisoners wrote of ants,of trees shedding every over leaf before being replaced by millions shoots one glorious morning.
Prison can do many things, it cannot shackle the vagabond heart . ;)

: 'they'... out here in the beginning is referred to the warden,'lovers' the writer n his work,n 'moon'... is his imagination ;)