Departure

Thoughts flowing through the woven words

Reflected so clearly through the dancing eyes

A life was indeed flowing

Flowing! In between two lives.

In the longitudinal expansion and compression

The silent music was vibrating in the mysterious tune

The bonds inside were loosening

And two lives were centering to a new life.

In the shadow of love, conversely,

Things become brighter and prettier

In the bond of love, conversely

Souls taste the eternal freedom

In the mirror of her eyes

First time I loved myself so deeply

First time I saw “I” vanishing into “We”

First time I felt a drop mingling into Life-Sea

My hands felt a sudden urge to touch her

I felt to say how amazing, adorable she was

But the touch, the words were so petty

Their worldly touch could defile its sanctity

Alas! The night of departure stroked

Ear got deaf and eyes got blurred

It was “Time” who tried to cut the chord

To break the mirror with its mighty sword

I cried oh! Lord

Why did you let me fall in love with her?

If you had to take her away from me

In the reflection of my own sound

I felt her inside my heart

The mirror which I used to hold,

was now dwelling inside my heart.

If Death defines life

Departure derives Love.

Nothingness

 

Fleshes, bones and skin-tones

Boiling emotions, stimulating sensations

I puzzled if I was alone

Who was prone

To this skinny-shallow-hollow perception of life.

In their sizzling-smile and twinkling eyes

Now I can see the hidden lie

That these have been sold out for a price

A price that finally evokes the prejudiced views

And let us feel the inequalities

By rating superiority and inferiority

But if our eyes go beyond this

Superficial-synthetic-simulated wall

We can hear the music of lovely heart

We can see the flowing love

We can feel the divine soul

That cannot be valued by worldly dollars

Or de-valued by being weak and poor

Our senses can be complex and dense

But true love starts from something And goes into NOTHINGNESS… :)

Mesmerizing Memories

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In six months of relatively small period of my life I have been at three beautiful places that have carved mesmerizing memories in my heart and soul forever. Well, these seemingly hyperbolic statements are about Pune, Amritsar and Bangalore. Pune, the place where I did my training in exquisite and enthralling surroundings of mesmerizing mountains and sparkling greenery… There was an amazing amalgamation of serenity and liveliness in the aromatic air of this place which I feel is somehow originated or just embroidered by the cool and composed water of Khadakwasla lake. And yeah, on the weekend, the city-malls and the roads which inexplicably widened the eyes of a guy like me and made me feel the rush of excitement inside me…

Amritsar, where I was during my field-attachment with Army is historically, religiously and aesthetically a place of great importance. A narrow geographical line which has created a huge valley engrossed with hate and disbelief defines the one side of this city…My sense of freedom got deepened and sudden surge of anger flew through my veins when I witnessed the reminiscences of one of the most dreadful incident happened in the entire history in Jaaliwala Bagh. The resplendent beauty of Golden temple, bathed in the golden rays of setting sun was such a superb scenic view that led me to appreciate the kaleidoscopic beauty of existence…And finally how can my taste-buds forget those delicious and mouthwatering Goleguppes and Aalloo ke parathe??

Bangalore…the name itself sounded so many images in my mind which had been created in the very beginning of my engineering in IT-BHU…I used to visualized this city with dazzling and glittering multi-storey buildings, wide reflecting roads and girls walking in their gorgeous dresses very similar to Hollywood movies…As soon as I entered into my residential complex in Bangalore, I was delighted to see the reddish ground as if red flowers of the lush-green trees were reflecting themselves on the ground…There was vibrant and shimmering greenery inside my township with the fragrance of tranquility and serenity…and it took no time to find why Bangalore is also known as “City of Gardens”. I am just two weeks old in Bangalore...So visually unfamiliar about its flashy and cheeky side of the city…Will say about it in detail in my coming posts…

So this Monday as I got in the Spice-Jet…An unexpected and unprecedented thing occurred…Which led me to formulate something… which I wish to share with you…

If you are single…

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The best thing happens in a journey when a beautiful girl sits beside you…and the worst thing happens when she sits with her boy-friend beside you…: D

Cheers!!

Something I belong, Really and Eternally

Somewhere so far I was

Didn’t know what was pinching my heart

Didn’t know what was twitching my eyes

In the emptiness and incompleteness of my own being

Was seeking a companion, a confidant, a matching being

I put my hands on my heart and the Nerves

And I listened between those two Gaps

Something irrational, inexplicable and mysterious

Some vague vibrations were dwelling inside my heart of hearts

Invisible wires, disintegrated due the loads of longevity

Devastating celestial-communication of me and divinity

And you put your loving hands on my head

A miraculous and mysterious resonance occurred

My heart found its own rhyme and rhythm

My eyes were no longer dim and numb

My soul was dancing in the music of existence

I was free, now there was no boundaries, no fence

I did not believe in God; I did not believe in Miracle

I did not believe in mysteries; I did not believe the power of soul

But that day...I experienced God...I experienced Miracle

I witnessed mystery... and in your soul I found mine

You are the origin of my Life; the quintessence of love

And there is an invisible and indestructible link

That even your memories let me sleep in your lap

In this Vast and huge territorial Map

If something I belong, really and eternally

This is one and only, your warm and loving lap

Synchronicity

Distorted emotions; camouflaged expressions

Never been allowed to fly without restrictions

Suppressed, subjugated, concealed and repressed

Wouldn’t they imprison us in a dead-bed?

We take birth and die but in between the two

There is life... momentary, moving and mortal

And there is heart... tender, emotive and irrational

Synchronicity of these two might be “love”

The weakest and the most vulnerable link

Can let us be in heaven or hell in a blink

In the weightless, blossoming and sparkling environment

Emotions are spontaneous and unrestricted

Also, Immaculate and innocent like a child

Expression is reflection of emotions...

And Love is the most subtle and pure form of Expression...

 

Contradiction

I heard soothing sound of perhaps, those ringing-bells,

Carried by perfumed wind, breezing from those far green dells

An indistinguishable-invisible life was mixed and merged

 And my ignited-dehydrated heart was somehow quenching his thirst

All of sudden, I stood up, danced, laughed and cried

People were in awe and in surprise, standing by side

I felt more incense; more soothing sound

Mesmerized I was, insisted my friends to make a round

They clapped; they sang and I danced, lying on the ground

I saw group of people, clad in white; walking silently and mournfully

Then I suddenly realized, it was not ringing bells but mourning knells

The mourning knells of one are ringing bells for someone

In life, Contradiction is often driven through the integration

 One’s dark-dreary night might be other’s bright-breezy morrow

Even flowers of happiness blossom in the roots of sorrow

Stream of Emotions

In the whirling of emotions

Things start centering inside

There were so many, implicit and explicit

Fictional and real; dirty and Neat

Words are so feeble to let it out

Heart is restless to clear this doubt

When you are delicate inside

An apparent-stoned-layer rounds outside

Might be it is a nature’s way

To resist the hurtful-feelings and to keep it away

Or might be it is a defensive approach

Which disorients your outside and inside so much

You are dumped into saddening-schizophrenic-hell

To hear your own mournful-melancholic knell

Put out the garbage that has choked the stream of emotions

And the layers that have hided your heart from the rejuvenating ray of sun

Love cannot bloom in the drenched-barren-deserted soul

And without ‘love’ you cannot immaculately enact your role

Dear friends...I am going to be again active in Blog-sphere...My Training has been almost completed now. I have been posted in Bangalore...From this weekend I would be in Bangalore...

Cheers!!

Women-Empowerment (A Short Story)

Her spectacle ridden red eyes were trying to run away from the crowd as soon as possible. Every person was looking so alien, so dreadful.  Her heart was pounding so fast, it felt it could come out anytime. She closed her eyes; took a long-breath; chanted a prayer, perhaps to stabilize her trembling soul. But it was of no use. In the high decibel of the noise she had already lost her ability to hear her own words. Somewhere at some meters away she found a corner.  She moved towards the corner with her shuddering legs but alas! Her blurring eyes were proving too difficult to keep open. She fell down and in a few hours she was laying against white bed-sheet in the government hospital.

She didn’t know who took her there.  She moved her eyes everywhere to search some known faces. But there was no one. Finally she closed her eyes.

So how are you feeling now?

She heard a male, soothing yet concerned voice, but not sure if it was for her or someone else. She opened her eyes slightly...As the image in front of her was misted down, she saw an young handsome man in his late 30’s standing beside her and looking directly into her eyes.

For a moment she was flabbergasted and then with shivering sound she murmured...

“Feeling okkk...”

There was a small gap. Questions were not being asked. But in between the space of the two there were so many questions swirling around.

“Thanks a lot for taking me to hospital. I don’t know what would have happened if you did not come.”

“It’s ok. It is not a big deal. Anyways I had called your dad when you were not conscious... got his number from your mobile.”

“By the way, you live in Sarnath. Then what were you doing here...?”

“I am Rishita, Professionally a teacher...I teach English, here in Sunbeam school.

And what do you do??”

“Me...?
I am Ajeet. I run a NGO who is working for social issues like begging, poverty, caste-ism etc."

“That’s the reason why you took me to a hospital.” She smiled...

“Not exactly...however it is part of my work... our NGO works also for women-empowerment.”

"Women-empowerment!!" She said with a sarcastic smile...

"What happened... is it a joke...??"

"Might be..."

She tried to say more and then put a sudden pause as she just wanted to choke the words coming out of her mouth...

Tell na...you seemed to have something to say... let it come... I want to know...

“Women’s Empowerment! Is it not a big word only to pronounce? Every year Government celebrates one day as women-empowerment day and start envisioning empowerment of women. Male-chauvinism is lying in the DNA of society. It is incurable. I hope when god would again create this world, women will get the equal status as men have.”

He was wondering what happened to her all of sudden. It seems that the fire inside her heart was just being translated into words....

He tried to calm her...and replied confidently but politely...

“I don’t know.............But.... Society is changing.... Our constitution has a provision of gender equality. Women are doing a marvelous job. Government has started new schemes.  Education is changing the attitude of people. Once people get educated, I hope this would do a tremendous change in the structure of society.”

“So you are saying that Education will remove suffering of women. Do you any idea how women are being treated in corporate or any working institutions? Eve-teasing, molestation and vulgar comments have become part of their routine. The person who writes articles about the women-empowerment is charged with molestation. They say dowry is a crime; then can you tell me who is not criminal, even in your 'educated class' people. Society is not changing...it is just disguising...... camouflaging..."

"Oh! Come on...Many people are not taking dowry. Our laws are getting strict. I am running NGO and I know how many such cases have been handled by police."

"Then they must have gifts... :P"

"You are behaving like a misanthropist... I don’t know why? Anyways I cannot justify our society more. At most we can try to make it good if it is bad..."

"I cannot comment. I have lost all my faith to this society and its impotent laws."

As discussion was getting hotter, an old man in his late 60’s entered in the room. His worried face and moving eyes soon confirmed that he was her father.

"What happened to you dear...?" He said as he was about to cry...

"Nothing Dad...Just the weather...Days are too hot"

"Anyways he is Ajeet; he took me to the hospital..."

"Ajeet!!... Ajeet Saxena... (Pause for some seconds)..."

"So you are the son of K.K. Saxena..."      

"Yeah! But how do you know...??"

"I know... just leave it..."

"Thank you so much for taking her to the hospital..."

Saying this, he lost his control on himself and tears trickled through the corner of his eyes... He could not believe that just two days ago the father of same person has rejected the proposal of marriage as he was not able to match his status...If  he could give 2 lakhs more, he would have matched....He did not know if Ajeet knew it or not but he was wondering who is guilty... Ajeet, his father or this Society.   

Dense Senses

I let my nerves restrain more and more

I let myself wait more and more

I let my pores sweat more and more

Might be it would let me find my inner core

Might be it would let me differentiate rot and pure

Might be it would lead me to freedom-door

And today in the rapid race of life

In the false praise and frustrating strife

I too have got addicted for this dazzling yet shallow life

Moving in the same way, millions are running

Dreaming and desiring the same thing, millions are doing

And dying for love when so much love is raining

Have I not lost myself in the crowd of people?

Have I not become cripple due to race of being special?

Sometimes I feel to break all these invisible dazzling chains

And let my soul feel the unadulterated air outside these hollow dens

But my senses have become so dense

Its gravity is not letting me come out of the social-fence.

But one day I would, no more this life can lure

Life is so short; one must go for its cure.

Goodness

*Picture is subjected to Copyright

Many Days have been

I haven’t written anything

Today I put my hands on the Keyboard

Perhaps to tune my feeling through mind-chord

My feelings are new and has buried the old

Now I am not good but I am bold

My Goodness was nothing

But a dull flower in the soil of my cowardness

I got afraid of them who are themselves

Shrinking in the darkness of fear

I got unhappy due to them who are themselves

Too unhappy to see other’s happiness

They don’t let you to see the reality

Disguised themselves in the shallow make up of gaiety

Love! It is only that can make us bold

It is only that can change our mental-mould

And boldness is what let you to be free

And freedom is the sweetest fruit of your Life-tree

Happy Republic Day

I have a typical habit of thinking which sometimes drifts to anxiety. Well, I love thinking- Positive thinking, Negative thinking, rational thinking, Irrational thinking. All the adjectives you know, just use and follow the word “thinking”...You will get the classification of thinking. Now when I am in DRDO the question “What is the role of any Defence Organization” has been stimulating me for quite some time. Well, fundamentally any organization works for two purposes. To provide the things, people desire and secondly to build an environment in which people can pursue their desire. Basically the role of defence organization is to put forth a desirable and pleasant environment. A person is hungry. To provide food is work of first type of organization. But to provide a surrounding in which he can eat it comfortably is the role of second type of organizations. Which is superior or which should be prioritized first is irrelevant and absurd as the dependency of two in current scenario is quite significant and impacting. In a deeper sense, even we are fulfilling our desire somewhere there must be a conflict and that conflict would let us to feel the necessity of an organization which can protect or provide the pleasant environment. Conflict arises, not when one attacks but when one protects.

Environment is complex thing as it is defined by the people living in it as well as this same environment defines the people who are living in it. Cause and effect are so interrelated. And when I have to talk about a typical environment in our country where so many issues (I don’t need to mention) are contaminating it, it has become imperative for all to contribute something in order to make it purer. The present is outcome of all the activities that are happening, have happened and is supposed to happen in future. And present has only potential to bring a happy and prosperous future by learning from past. We are indebted to past for our present. So somehow it is our duty to pay back it by our participation for a bright and pleasant future...

In the end I just want to repeat the lines of Kahlil Gibran, the significance of man is not in what he attains, but rather in what he longs to attain.

Happy Republic Day :)