WRITING

Life seems to be shrunk between past and future and when such thing happens, obviously the view of present remains blurred and congested. With tumbling-walk on the road of life and in the hue and cry of expectations and concerns, life seems like a burdened rock tied to neck. It has been long when I heard the voice of myself but now, is it not too late? ...too late to rejuvenate these dead tissues.

With the last line of above paragraph, I felt my thoughts jumbled, my finger seized and emotions dried. I don’t know why and how, but it is none of my business. I just want to feel myself which never releases out due to inexplicable weight of life and I want to see something which I cannot see when I see myself in mirror daily morning.

For me, writing is like seeing and it is also one that vaporizes the grime from my soul. I believe till I can put my fingers on the keyboard or can hold a pen, I would be never blind nor would my soul be too heavy to carry my life.

My Random thoughts

It has been quite long since I have written anything for my blog. Sadly, I have written just one poem in these two months. Sometimes I wonder if it was me who has written so many articles on my blog. Today when I remember how passionate I was for writing during those jobless days I envied of me of those days. The happiness of writing was something I realized late in my life. I owe to writing since it revealed something that was unknown, hidden and suppressed with too many layers of weighing life. It was obviously not something great... if “Great” only means an objective parameter for measuring achievement and accomplishment. But it was self-satisfying, like happiness blossomed through his creative effort.  This feeling is so personal that it creates a charm for self and invigorates our self with beauty, appreciation and sense of accomplishment. Writing teaches a lot. It is the best mirror to see our self. It lets us to ponder over things which seem trivial for others, and most importantly it taught me is to think systematically. It is indeed a joy to see how a systematic approach simplifies a complex problem.

Complexity is just web of simplicity. It just depends how you look into the system. Even the most complex system can be deduced to certain integration of simple systems. Systematic thought is discrete in nature. We can easily see the chunks of independent thought woven with well defined responses of others. I love simplifying things. It is a same force of creativity which guides when a painter simplifies the complexity of countless emotions and undefined ambiance onto such a small canvass or when a writer writes intricate and abstruse feeling into words. Though, it is abstract for others but complete for them. The pursuit of Simplification has been continuing for centuries. Philosophy and science, are actually the way to simplify the seemingly complexity of nature. Formulations of scientific laws are just outcome of these attempts. “Theory of Everything” might be the culmination of scientific ways to simplify things.  But somehow, I feel the quest of simplifying things will be continued till this world exists. 

This all shows how innate the quest for simplifying things is. It is the same thing which ignites a passion for exploring things, questioning systems and facing challenges. It is embedded in Artist’s Creativity as well as scientist’s curiosity.

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Blind

It was a fine morning

The songs of birds, the warmth of sun

A divine breeze was blowing

Carrying the fragrance of heaven

I felt so blessed

And tried to open my sleepy eyes

But they were heavy

Too heavy to lift them up

I felt helpless...I cried...I wept

And when those tears rolled out...

They moistened and soften my eyes

With my fingers I pulled my eye lids up

And it was dark...absolute darkness

The warmth, the fragrance, the music

There was nothing...except that abysmal darkness

I cried,” have I become blind? “

And he laughed...No dear, you always were...

But from now you are no longer...

And he switched on the room’s light

 I was no more a blind.

Life is Beautiful

He looked deep down in his heart, searching the reasons of the restlessness and the never-felt pain which was literally tearing out his soul from his physical body. In the cacophony of so many unanswerable questions, reasons were lying like half-lived fish, just taken out of the life of ocean. When reasons don’t seem obvious, passion starts reigning mind. But this passion was different in the sense that it was not for getting the reasons but getting out of the reasons... and the questions... and its damn answers. He saw his numb eyes, big nose and big dark-scattered hairs in the glass filled with dark liquid put above the table. The whirling of Fan, the flickering of tube light and the alcoholic smell, had made the ambience look like no less than a horror movie. He was lying like a lump of flesh on his easy chair, putting his legs above the table and one hand holding the glass and other in his lap. The packet of new classic cigarettes was lying down saying “smoking causes Cancer” sounding like the worst joke of his life. In one sip he finished the glass. He felt fire burning down his body. He could hear the pounding of his heart as if it was being repeatedly hammered. He tried to lift his hands but perhaps they were not his now. They did not move. He felt something pulling out him from his body and this pull was terribly unkind.

Grrrrrrrrrr-----His mobile vibrated. With all his effort he moved his eyes and saw number flashing “Mom”. Tears rolled down from his eyes. He felt so helpless. Thoughts started swirling into his mind. And these thoughts came like tornado, storming out everything. For the first time at the verge of dying and living he got scared of death. He got scared of missing the love; the beauty of life. Love comes like tornado. one can't resist it but can assist it. The horror of life turned into a wish to live eternity. Life was looking so beautiful in the eyes of his loved ones. He disdained himself of doing this. But he had already done it and there was no "ALT +Z". He felt something dawning upon him. Perhaps his soul was trying to come out of his ailing body. And at the next moment he got fainted.  

“Life is beautiful”

“This inspiring book has not only made a world record for the most selling copies but also has changed the life of millions. And today, we are highly privileged to have the speaker, the author of this book, Siddhartha Kashyap, also the founder of LIB (Life is Beautiful) international welfare organisation.”

In the midst of thundering claps, a man, in his late 60s appeared at the podium. He had charismatic radiant eyes. He closed his eyes and felt the God inside, perhaps thanking him for giving his life back, 32 years ago.

Everyone comes here for special purpose. There are nothing like good and bad things. There are only “things” which shape us, forge us to be ready to serve our purpose.  

The Day of Eternal Sleep

The Heart- wrenching moments

And the moments of bliss

 Each moment I am becoming new

Peeling out old-rusted-rotten skin

And my heart learns a new more melodious tune

After every tornado of sorrow

And when tears rolls down

They also seep away the blurriness of eyes

I can feel the old, me,

 Becoming new, more and more beautiful

Perhaps life is letting me to my most beautiful day

The day of absolute new, the day of eternal sleep.

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ME or YOU

In the fierce and feverish wind

You came and gave a shelter

To my trembled, trampled and gloomy beam of my life

 In the light of my own beam

I saw your radiant face like a sun-rise in my darkened heart

My expression flowed, wiping out all the layers of deceptiveness

And softened the hardened rock 

burdened on my chest due to life-long deposition

Of rules of Good and bad; 

Of discrimination of beautiful and ugly

In the layer-less conscious of my being

I saw the transparent bareness of my own being

Felt the love flowing in the veins in place of blood

Heard the music of my soul crooned by my heart  

And vibrating the tiniest cells of my body

On the sweetest rhythm of Life

I can’t say...How lively the words become

When my love drenches the words coming for you

When I see in your lovely comely eyes

I often wonder...I am seeing Me or You...

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...