An eternal thirst stretching over aeons
A timeless moment of longing
A spark of hope, A pang of despair
A gleam of light without a trace of its source
A cry of anguish...
No....maybe a call for someone
A call, vibrating straight from the heart
Without any expectations for a response
A dream....unreal, unfulfilled
An emotion....ineffable, misunderstood
A canvas tainted with irrational feelings
A painting beyond the depth of imagination
A night confronting its solitude
A drizzle pounding the earth
A pair of eyes set on the path of life
An insignificant soul out in the rain
With nobody to hold on to
With nobody to let go of
Except a wait...
The wait for true love
The unending wait for a feeling...
A feeling as pure to be reciprocated
The wait for a dawn
For the dark night to give way
To the morning to take over
A wait to hear that the wait is over!
Monday, December 3, 2007
The Meera
They always called Him "Radha-Madhav"
She was not just a part of Him
She became a part of His identity
They sang songs of Radha's love
To the notes of His flute
Which played the music of Meera's soul,
Yet no one even spoke of her
In the same breath as His name
They say the Radha-Madhav phenomenon
Portrays the true union of souls
Even though it never saw mortal union
But what of the soul that sought Him
Through all eternity,
Singing songs of His divine love
A love that was never hers
Yet the resonance of which kept her living...
A princess who turned a sage
In the infinite search of her love
Rather love itself!
No Vaishnava hymns chanted her love
No scriptures scribed the meanings of her search
No fable nor myth, spoke of her songs
The songs that never even echoed in her beloved's ears
Radha-Madhav is a tale of love
And union beyond the physical world
"Meera" is an echo of love
More divine than the Krishna himself
Unheard, Insignificant, Forgotten...
Yet alive...
In the very soul of He who symbolizes love
Breathing even today in the air
That rushes out of His flute...
The Meera that no one spoke of...!
She was not just a part of Him
She became a part of His identity
They sang songs of Radha's love
To the notes of His flute
Which played the music of Meera's soul,
Yet no one even spoke of her
In the same breath as His name
They say the Radha-Madhav phenomenon
Portrays the true union of souls
Even though it never saw mortal union
But what of the soul that sought Him
Through all eternity,
Singing songs of His divine love
A love that was never hers
Yet the resonance of which kept her living...
A princess who turned a sage
In the infinite search of her love
Rather love itself!
No Vaishnava hymns chanted her love
No scriptures scribed the meanings of her search
No fable nor myth, spoke of her songs
The songs that never even echoed in her beloved's ears
Radha-Madhav is a tale of love
And union beyond the physical world
"Meera" is an echo of love
More divine than the Krishna himself
Unheard, Insignificant, Forgotten...
Yet alive...
In the very soul of He who symbolizes love
Breathing even today in the air
That rushes out of His flute...
The Meera that no one spoke of...!
Lovelorn Nights
The night poignant with silence
And the drifting clouds
Sparing occassional glimpses of the moon
Just as Life, sparing occassional glimpses of innocense
Amidst drifting dark clouds of Reality
Coming rarely in a rare night of dreams
When the breeze strokes
The windchimes into a song of love
And fills the ambience
with romantic melody
Urging the pensieve quill
Dipped in the ink of emotions
To lyric the poetry of longing
A gulf of compulsions
With a broken bridge of time
Separating two hearts
No....two parts...
Of souls that united to become one heart
The only messenger- the moon
Carrying assurance from one end
And tear-concealed smile from another
Seems to travel...
In the illusion of the drifting clouds...
The illusions of lovelorn nights!
And the drifting clouds
Sparing occassional glimpses of the moon
Just as Life, sparing occassional glimpses of innocense
Amidst drifting dark clouds of Reality
Coming rarely in a rare night of dreams
When the breeze strokes
The windchimes into a song of love
And fills the ambience
with romantic melody
Urging the pensieve quill
Dipped in the ink of emotions
To lyric the poetry of longing
A gulf of compulsions
With a broken bridge of time
Separating two hearts
No....two parts...
Of souls that united to become one heart
The only messenger- the moon
Carrying assurance from one end
And tear-concealed smile from another
Seems to travel...
In the illusion of the drifting clouds...
The illusions of lovelorn nights!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
The End of an Era.....a Life!
on 21st july, at 8:30 am as I was walkin down to Bookmark on mah way to college, der was dis mixed feeling of excitement, joy n at d same time, a fear! And when I was walkin out wid hardback 604page thick harry potter and the deathly hallows, at d same time i felt an urge to sit down on a roadside bench n start readin n also a fear not to open d book....i didnt want to read it to d end! I decided do open it at college....
sittin at d college chaupal, der were girls shoutin "dis person died","dis happened"...blah blah.....i avoided der spoilers n moved to a secluded corner to peacefully sit down n open mah most awaited read! granny had given me d money to buy it,as token of congrats on mah whoppin 12th results! i deserved it.....n i opened mah reward with one o' d rare smiles dat crossed mah face since i stepped into delhi....away from home! i read thru....sumtimes goin bak n rereadin a few pages at a time....i felt as if i just dnt wanna go ahead...evry passin page was like a step closer to d end....i wanted harry's ordeal to end no doubt! but i didnt want to end d whole feeling.....bcoz i knew d closing sentence wont indicate harry's return to hogwarts next yr n d smokin hogwarts express speedin off platform 9 n 3 quarters!! now anoder tale from a silly pottermaniac eh? no its not..... it's one feeling that probably many ppl o' mah age can relate to! or even if m d only one....i hav gud reason 4 it!
i remember at d age o' 11 wen one o' mah cousins gifted me mah first harry potter(n d philosopher's stone), as i sat on mah desk readin it....absorbin evry line of it.....i just read it for fun! i felt it was a gr8 read n all but nothin beyond dat....n i took 3 days to finish d book. d next day at school, as i sat wid mah best frnd chattin, she was narratin me our first meetin n how we became best o' frnds.... it was a journey to school on d bus...we talked n became frnds....i felt a small familiarity wid wat i'd read a day b4! i dismissed it as a lame thot....den as days went by i discovered more links.... a trio dat we had,me,neha n sonam.... sonam d fun-lovin one, neha d studious topper of class n i, average yet appreciated by evry1.....an average n ordinary girl at heart whom sumhow ppl used to find worth appreciatin n extraordinary sortof....popular n sum1 who valued frnds above evrythin.....i still cud relate to d book i read days bak!
next yr,wen i was 12, i got chamber of secrets in d school library....i read on....yes d yr wen i discovered dat mah school was 120+ yrs ol'....wid four houses named after four founders.... mr.bamfield, mr.biggs, mr.roberts n mr.young! n yeah worth addin dat i was in bamfield house n mah house colour was red! mah school was a pre-independence time ol' building wid lots to discover which attracted adventerous kids like me! cudnt be just a co-incidence...
i started to read each book at d apt yr....n sumhow inspite o' d irregularities in publication, i've always read each bk at d apt age! n evry event in harry's school lyf....replayed in mine.....as if jkr sat wid d quill of destiny to shape mine!! i still remember d day wen i read bk 5 just b4 our school re-openin day....i was shocked to find dat harry was not a prefect but his best buddies were! i had more shock to face.... Dat yr i saw mah best buddies.....neha n sonam bcum school prefects n i, who'd dreamed of it since 6th std, stood der like harry.....baffled!! i resigned mah superstition to a faith.....as if i was destined to read d bk....n in a way i developed a sort o' attatchment towards d hp series dat i neva had 4 ne oder bk!
anoder incident....i remember was ron n harry's fight in bk 4! i remember i n neha had a grave fight d same yr....ultimately a patch up dat made d frndship stronger!
n in d sixth book wen dumby died....dat yr our princi who had always supported me, retired! den der was a teacher, a maths teacher we all called severus snape....we loathed him n 4 sum mysterious reason(though anoder reason cud b mah pathetic marks in maths...even harry wasnt gud at potions...lolz) reciprocated mah feelings!! n later towards d end o' mah school lyf i discovered wen i was in a serious trouble dis man saved me from evrythin...! n it wasnt a surprise wen after a few o' dis incident i read bk7 n found out bout snape!
i encountered a time in mah school lyf wen evry1 was against me! no one believed me....initially not even mah frnds but den dey stood by me.....probably as ron n hernione did 4 harry! i witnessed all dat harry did.....sum parts o' it practically n sum emotionally....i'd read each bk n i knew wat was waitin 4 me in d yr ahead....n now wen i was 17 n i read thru deathly hallows, i knew d ultimate triumph..i had it.....(4 sum personal reasons i cant mention d details o' d incident)!
when ultimately i ended deathly hallows....i wasnt cryin, but it was a heavy feeling!...sittin cut-off from d whole world 4 d past 24hrs i knew dat nxt yr i'd not knw wat wud happen to me.....I pondered over it 4 long.....how can harry's lyf just end?how can all dis end? n if it does....if it has in fact,.....den will mah lyf cum to a standstill too? d answer was sumwhere within me....NO!!! yes, it is not just d end o' harry potter books....it is d end of an era...for dose who grew up wid d books; for dose who lived thru d books(like me), it is but not d end of life.....b coz i still sumhow feel....dat in case i get into a law skool next yr....dose 5 yrs will be a rewind of mah unkown, incomprehensible n unexplainable link/connection wid d fiction called "THE MAGICAL WORLD OF HARRY POTTER!"....
now, i dunno whether u do or not, after readin dis..... but after understandin dis i DO believe dat truth indeed is stranger dan fiction!!
sittin at d college chaupal, der were girls shoutin "dis person died","dis happened"...blah blah.....i avoided der spoilers n moved to a secluded corner to peacefully sit down n open mah most awaited read! granny had given me d money to buy it,as token of congrats on mah whoppin 12th results! i deserved it.....n i opened mah reward with one o' d rare smiles dat crossed mah face since i stepped into delhi....away from home! i read thru....sumtimes goin bak n rereadin a few pages at a time....i felt as if i just dnt wanna go ahead...evry passin page was like a step closer to d end....i wanted harry's ordeal to end no doubt! but i didnt want to end d whole feeling.....bcoz i knew d closing sentence wont indicate harry's return to hogwarts next yr n d smokin hogwarts express speedin off platform 9 n 3 quarters!! now anoder tale from a silly pottermaniac eh? no its not..... it's one feeling that probably many ppl o' mah age can relate to! or even if m d only one....i hav gud reason 4 it!
i remember at d age o' 11 wen one o' mah cousins gifted me mah first harry potter(n d philosopher's stone), as i sat on mah desk readin it....absorbin evry line of it.....i just read it for fun! i felt it was a gr8 read n all but nothin beyond dat....n i took 3 days to finish d book. d next day at school, as i sat wid mah best frnd chattin, she was narratin me our first meetin n how we became best o' frnds.... it was a journey to school on d bus...we talked n became frnds....i felt a small familiarity wid wat i'd read a day b4! i dismissed it as a lame thot....den as days went by i discovered more links.... a trio dat we had,me,neha n sonam.... sonam d fun-lovin one, neha d studious topper of class n i, average yet appreciated by evry1.....an average n ordinary girl at heart whom sumhow ppl used to find worth appreciatin n extraordinary sortof....popular n sum1 who valued frnds above evrythin.....i still cud relate to d book i read days bak!
next yr,wen i was 12, i got chamber of secrets in d school library....i read on....yes d yr wen i discovered dat mah school was 120+ yrs ol'....wid four houses named after four founders.... mr.bamfield, mr.biggs, mr.roberts n mr.young! n yeah worth addin dat i was in bamfield house n mah house colour was red! mah school was a pre-independence time ol' building wid lots to discover which attracted adventerous kids like me! cudnt be just a co-incidence...
i started to read each book at d apt yr....n sumhow inspite o' d irregularities in publication, i've always read each bk at d apt age! n evry event in harry's school lyf....replayed in mine.....as if jkr sat wid d quill of destiny to shape mine!! i still remember d day wen i read bk 5 just b4 our school re-openin day....i was shocked to find dat harry was not a prefect but his best buddies were! i had more shock to face.... Dat yr i saw mah best buddies.....neha n sonam bcum school prefects n i, who'd dreamed of it since 6th std, stood der like harry.....baffled!! i resigned mah superstition to a faith.....as if i was destined to read d bk....n in a way i developed a sort o' attatchment towards d hp series dat i neva had 4 ne oder bk!
anoder incident....i remember was ron n harry's fight in bk 4! i remember i n neha had a grave fight d same yr....ultimately a patch up dat made d frndship stronger!
n in d sixth book wen dumby died....dat yr our princi who had always supported me, retired! den der was a teacher, a maths teacher we all called severus snape....we loathed him n 4 sum mysterious reason(though anoder reason cud b mah pathetic marks in maths...even harry wasnt gud at potions...lolz) reciprocated mah feelings!! n later towards d end o' mah school lyf i discovered wen i was in a serious trouble dis man saved me from evrythin...! n it wasnt a surprise wen after a few o' dis incident i read bk7 n found out bout snape!
i encountered a time in mah school lyf wen evry1 was against me! no one believed me....initially not even mah frnds but den dey stood by me.....probably as ron n hernione did 4 harry! i witnessed all dat harry did.....sum parts o' it practically n sum emotionally....i'd read each bk n i knew wat was waitin 4 me in d yr ahead....n now wen i was 17 n i read thru deathly hallows, i knew d ultimate triumph..i had it.....(4 sum personal reasons i cant mention d details o' d incident)!
when ultimately i ended deathly hallows....i wasnt cryin, but it was a heavy feeling!...sittin cut-off from d whole world 4 d past 24hrs i knew dat nxt yr i'd not knw wat wud happen to me.....I pondered over it 4 long.....how can harry's lyf just end?how can all dis end? n if it does....if it has in fact,.....den will mah lyf cum to a standstill too? d answer was sumwhere within me....NO!!! yes, it is not just d end o' harry potter books....it is d end of an era...for dose who grew up wid d books; for dose who lived thru d books(like me), it is but not d end of life.....b coz i still sumhow feel....dat in case i get into a law skool next yr....dose 5 yrs will be a rewind of mah unkown, incomprehensible n unexplainable link/connection wid d fiction called "THE MAGICAL WORLD OF HARRY POTTER!"....
now, i dunno whether u do or not, after readin dis..... but after understandin dis i DO believe dat truth indeed is stranger dan fiction!!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Love never dies...
Is it your motionless,cold body
Or has time freezed suddenly?
Why are your eyes looking dazed...?
As if they are searching something...
But with a look of having ended an eternal search
Why dont you hear my voice?
My voice soar from screaming...
A faint cry somewhere about me tells me...
That you are dead!!
Dead...
The same death that ends life?
The same death that suffocates the breath of dreams
Strangles hope and kills heartbeats?
But you said love never dies...
Then how can you?
But i realize...you are!
I am not crying
It is grief beyond tears...
It is regret beyond hope...
Shock beyond sensation
I do not feel pain any longer...
A mechanical breath passes by...
They chant prayers and burry you...
I stand like a coffinless corpse
They say corpses decay with time
But there's already something rotting within me
Perhaps my soul...
As I wipe the dust of Time
From your tombstone,
My heart is drier
Than the roses on your grave...
But still it beats...
A cracking sound with every beat
Denoting my rotten britten soul
You said love never dies...
Maybe that's why
A breathing corpse sits near your grave today...!
Or has time freezed suddenly?
Why are your eyes looking dazed...?
As if they are searching something...
But with a look of having ended an eternal search
Why dont you hear my voice?
My voice soar from screaming...
A faint cry somewhere about me tells me...
That you are dead!!
Dead...
The same death that ends life?
The same death that suffocates the breath of dreams
Strangles hope and kills heartbeats?
But you said love never dies...
Then how can you?
But i realize...you are!
I am not crying
It is grief beyond tears...
It is regret beyond hope...
Shock beyond sensation
I do not feel pain any longer...
A mechanical breath passes by...
They chant prayers and burry you...
I stand like a coffinless corpse
They say corpses decay with time
But there's already something rotting within me
Perhaps my soul...
As I wipe the dust of Time
From your tombstone,
My heart is drier
Than the roses on your grave...
But still it beats...
A cracking sound with every beat
Denoting my rotten britten soul
You said love never dies...
Maybe that's why
A breathing corpse sits near your grave today...!
Where are you???
The gleam of your eyes
Still flashes into mine
The buzz of your voice
Still echoes in my ears
The innocence of your smile
Still haunts my memories
How do i explain
How frantically i seek you?
Where are you?
For the sake of old times
Speak to me once more
At least cry my name aloud
Its been ages since it spouted from your lips
It sounds so unfamiliar nowadays
Now that its not uttered by you
How do i explain
How much i long to hear you?
The rains refuse to wash way my pain
The breeze denies to dry my tears
The sun does not rise upon my devastated self
The fall disagrees to take away your memories
Life hesitates to spare me a couple of breaths
And death does not recognise me
How do i explain
How long i have waited for you?
Where are you?
As you walk down the aisle of love
Towards the altar of matrimony
You've forgotten not just the path
That led you upto the aisle of love
But also the shadow that followed yours even in the dark
I realized that while i was trying to explain
You had never nderstood
But now i have nothing to explain
Life is an old friend
And death, a memory new!
Still flashes into mine
The buzz of your voice
Still echoes in my ears
The innocence of your smile
Still haunts my memories
How do i explain
How frantically i seek you?
Where are you?
For the sake of old times
Speak to me once more
At least cry my name aloud
Its been ages since it spouted from your lips
It sounds so unfamiliar nowadays
Now that its not uttered by you
How do i explain
How much i long to hear you?
The rains refuse to wash way my pain
The breeze denies to dry my tears
The sun does not rise upon my devastated self
The fall disagrees to take away your memories
Life hesitates to spare me a couple of breaths
And death does not recognise me
How do i explain
How long i have waited for you?
Where are you?
As you walk down the aisle of love
Towards the altar of matrimony
You've forgotten not just the path
That led you upto the aisle of love
But also the shadow that followed yours even in the dark
I realized that while i was trying to explain
You had never nderstood
But now i have nothing to explain
Life is an old friend
And death, a memory new!
Virgin Love
Its the starry eyed moonlit night again
With the clouds gently swaying in the breeze
That whispers somethingInto the invisible ears of the moon
Which blushes and hides behind gigglng trees
The twinkling light, the moon the night
The ambience, everything is just so beautiful
But none as much as youYour pale figure against the dark backdrop of the night
Like a phantom in the pale moonlight
A smile that arouses a hundred emotions at a single sight
The smile that reaches your eyes before your lips
The smile that innumerous lovers are ready to kill for
And the smile that i am ready to die for
You are like the moon
Surrounded by millions of stars
And I, a taper
That is ready to burn down into ashes for you
You are as pure as virgin love
My love is not an amorous emotion
I lust not to touch you
But to keep looking at you till eternityI
lust not to hold you in my arms
But to hold you close to my heart forever
I lust not to kiss you for hours on end
But just to hold your hand and walk a few steps together
I wish the night goes on forever and ever
And those few steps never count to be over
But as the day breaks
So does my lonesome heart...
The bridge of one more sunset
To cross over to your dream -
My innocent romance,my virgin love!!
With the clouds gently swaying in the breeze
That whispers somethingInto the invisible ears of the moon
Which blushes and hides behind gigglng trees
The twinkling light, the moon the night
The ambience, everything is just so beautiful
But none as much as youYour pale figure against the dark backdrop of the night
Like a phantom in the pale moonlight
A smile that arouses a hundred emotions at a single sight
The smile that reaches your eyes before your lips
The smile that innumerous lovers are ready to kill for
And the smile that i am ready to die for
You are like the moon
Surrounded by millions of stars
And I, a taper
That is ready to burn down into ashes for you
You are as pure as virgin love
My love is not an amorous emotion
I lust not to touch you
But to keep looking at you till eternityI
lust not to hold you in my arms
But to hold you close to my heart forever
I lust not to kiss you for hours on end
But just to hold your hand and walk a few steps together
I wish the night goes on forever and ever
And those few steps never count to be over
But as the day breaks
So does my lonesome heart...
The bridge of one more sunset
To cross over to your dream -
My innocent romance,my virgin love!!
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