Wednesday, August 17

Sting of an abstract entaglement



What happens when you fight within,
When you have to tell yourself,
In spite of everything, you can still be happy...?


What happens when you compromise,
And feel the pinch of it for the first time,
And tell yourself, it'll be all fine....?


What do you do when you don’t know what’s in store,
And you are so scared,
Things will go wrong.....?




What do you hold on to when you cringe,
At the thought of going against your wishes,
But do it anyway, for someone or something.....?





How is it when your beliefs are questioned,
When you least want it, least expect it,
And you feel shaken by the sea of thoughts sparked on inside....?


What’s it like to feel just-not-understood,
By someone you thought will always understand you,
And be left to ponder why....?


How does it feel when you are told you overreact,
To something you felt really strongly about,
And you don’t know how to explain how it feels...?


What happens when you try to find fault in yourself,
Because you don't understand the “why's” of things that happen,
And yet cannot make sense of the puzzle?



How do you take it when you think you don’t know,
Whether YOU understood other people in your life,
And having these doubts kills you inside, because you know you always tried........?





This haze clouds you,
Making you feel distant and disconnected,
You try to be fine, but something comes in between,
And you feel.... So perturbed....
You know you try, but it doesn’t seem to work,
You know you give your best, but it still, somehow, is just not enough,
You spend too much time thinking, reflecting, trying to settle inside,
Although in vain.....



What happens then? ......


Friday, May 27

The Pathway





Walking down,
Sound of shoes loud against the ground,
In-spite of the noisy street.


Skepticism – fear – stares – crowd ...


Fists clenched, eyes roving from left to right ...


It wasn’t an alien place; sharp featured faces, human smell, busy market ...
And yet, yet the fear, seated deep inside.


Beggars on the floor, people brushing past.
Shops on both sides, people buying fast.


And then, as we went up the stairs, fear spilled out,
-- just one random push, a shout, and a loud swear ...



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Scare, fear; harbinger of human fight, of omnipresent tension,
The scared, the afraid, fight ... only they fight.
And there, then, i saw it for myself...


MY fear broke out in tears,
Burst out,
...OUT of years of being told about the coexisting religions,
And the fight within that very coexistence,
Ironically fuelling each other- the fight and the coexistence.
Fear that is bred since childhood,
With indifference and no real knowledge of the ‘people’,
Ironically, the religion becoming more important than those ‘people’...


A fight goes on in my mind, to date;
Are they, pathways to peace, or pathways of fear ...


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This was written just after my visit to a famous mosque, after dark one evening. I was reluctant to go, for the fear was surfacing at the mere mention of the name of the place. But we (my family and me) eventually did go. These were words i hurriedly wrote a few moments after the pathway to the mosque had ended to give way to the leading stairs. What happened in those moments, is history. But the fight, as always, remains.....




Tuesday, May 24

In Sudden Spontaneity...


I wonder sometimes what it is that binds me to you,

Wonder why you look like pure kashmiri hashish for my soul,

Or why all the oxygen seems to be concentrated around you...

I wonder sometimes why your thought makes me smile so much,

Is it that i am shy or is it that you are a new 'smile' infection...

I wonder How just how I got so lucky that I got you,

Was it really luck... or was it just meant to be, me and you....




.....I wonder, I always will, and will never grow tired of it it seems !


Tuesday, March 15

Samya's Sequel

A poet on the internet had posted a poem titled 'Dreamworld'. i read it and was tempted to write out a sequel...... so here goes :)


Dreamworld

The place of Nimrodel was so fair to the senses.
They had beautiful garden-stone-houses
Full of hot-water-pools, majestic orchards and
Glass balconies.

And roamed there, the angelic people fair,
Who were so fair to the eye as their music is to the ear.

And they could get anything they wished.

When a human arrived on the forest-heaven of Nimrodel
He enjoyed the comforts
Yet he could not stay at peace
For his mind roamed for Her.

Yes, She, She, She, you know who I’m talking about.

She in his eyes,
She in his breath
Her voice in his ears
Her smell on his skin.
And Her memory on his tears.

And no one had reached Nimrodel—cross’d the long oceans that separate us and them.

Yet She was not in Nimrodel.

-samya

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The Sequel


Alas! she hadnt traveled to Nimrodel

And now the oceans separated her n him..


A matter of days,

And he found darkness all over him.

A gaping dark hole in his soul,

Even in that land so angelic, so fair


He longed for her,

Not the hot water pools!

His skin burning to feel her,

His eyes longing to see her,


He felt as if he was in a land of fools!

Her music, which once filled his ears

Was fading...

His senses slowly weakening,

In-spite of the wonder music, over which one could drool..

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HE was all alone,
Even in this heavenly land,
For he left his heart, his priceless treasure,
Beyond the seas, where she now lay, lifeless, in the sand....