Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Dichotomy of duty





some words look at you
the way others don't
beg stare love
even if you don't
requite
waves embrace the sands
yet they never stay
you touch the words
and look away
slowly
you know you like them
how waves like the shore
wouldn't a wave feel betrayed by the sea
what color creeps within its core
i wonder
a wave has to but surrender
to the deep sea

Wish




my heart is but in ruins
or I would have 
brought you home someday
yet
I will not stop you
if you wish to pay
visit
walking over the labyrinth 
whispering fallen bricks will lead you to my stay-
an open block
we could sit over a little rock
enjoying the dust and the rubble play
I could be me and you could be you
drawing dreams
wherein blueprints of our fortunes lay

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Heera


One restless day, I kept playing non-stop music just because I wanted to divert my mind from a pressing situation. However, song after song I was only sinking deeper into the troubled waters while all I had hoped for was to stay afloat and reach the shore somehow. Suddenly a life jacket found its way onto my shoulders - the moment when Heera started playing.  A song made out of Kabir ke dohe, Heera had struck me for its sheer melody when I had watched the film Highway the very first time. As it played Heera  turned out to be therapeutic to say the least. The song begins with a short but enchanting arrangement of violin – an orchestral interlude which keeps repeating itself in the background throughout the song. And then there is a beautiful piece of violin with flute endings which plays just before the last doha. The best thing about this A.R.Rahman composition is the soulful rendition by  singer Shwetha Pandit. The purity of each note is soothing to the mind and to the soul in equal measure. Heera simply offered a lasting catharsis and provided a new perspective to everything that was happening around me. I also realized how melody has significantly vanished from music as well as our lives. A pure melody is what makes you forget all the noise around you and helps you focus your energies on things that have meaning. It gives you a moment to contemplate on what happened and what must be done to stay on course. A moment to think without any influence of a second-hander and make your own decisions.

Heera however is not just about melody. It has a strong message. Heera is a collection of three dohas, drawing analogy between diamond and character. I have tried here to interpret Heera the way I understood it  –

Just like the way only a real diamond bears the hammer’s blow , only those who pass testing times deserve to be called as men of character.

In a vegetable market , even a diamond can only be sold at a vegetable’s price, similarly showing your skills in front of fools is worthless.

Just like the way only an expert can recognize a real diamond even if its maligned by ash, while most people will go bu looks only a truly evolved person will be will be able to recognize real gem even when it doesn't look good.

The strong melody of Heera compelled me to find out the meaning of the dohas. Little did I know that the lesson I needed was actually out there in these verses and especially the last doha.
Our lives have become so busy that we have no time to contemplate on the simple everyday happenings around us. Forget finding time for someone new, we have no time for the ones whom we know from a long long time. So much so that now, we almost don’t even know them anymore.  The surprising part is that we are busy with nothing most of the time. The variety of things that are on offer in our mobile phones ( = our lives)  have reduced our attention spans to such short lengths that we have no time to think about the things that matter to us.  No wonder when it comes to making crucial life decisions we find ourselves in a spot. Many a times we have already made the decision subconsciously because we have consumed it from others. And therefore it just doesn’t fit into our scheme of things. Sooner or later we are forced to recognize that something’s not working and so we need help.

However, the best form of help is self help and after much search and struggle I have found that we can answer most of our questions if we just listen to the melody of our heartbeats.

For many many years I always tried to find out the difference between a good and a bad image. I always wondered if one can ever define a bad image. What should be the parameters for such a definition? Content? Colour? Or resolution and clarity? Or all of it? Story or lack of it? Should every image necessarily tell a story? Can a happy image still be a bad image? After much deliberation I would only conclude that subjective matters cannot be confined to definitions. Incidentally, I read an interesting interview by filmmaker Rajat Kapoor. His simple, one-dimensional take on bad image was refreshingly different , rather debatable  yet acceptable at the same time. He said “If you can reduce an image to just one meaning, then it’s probably a bad image”.

Heera made such an impact that I decided to create an image based on its theme. Idea was to make a mild dedication to Heera and an attempt to draw from my own state of mind. It is therefore a little personal and yet it doesn't  belong to me either. Thanks to my friend for his efforts to synchronize with my directions and clicking the image the way I wanted it. It turned out to be not a bad image!
But then,what do you think?





Sunday, November 12, 2017

New World

so that no one ever rekindled
whispering embers of fire
we took our hearts to the sea shores
staying afloat
laying our charred backs on
timbers of hope
we drifted away
insulating ourselves from
currents of time
we collected sands, building islands
healing wounds so deep
joy sprang from the waters of weep
the new world seemed just fine
embers dissolved, slowly
beating memory to sleep


















**No matter what the past, it is possible to build a new beautiful world*

Hope



I've been waiting oceans of time
fully knowing
you're light years away
memories sublime
never leaving
they shall stay that way
breathing hope into
every moment of the day
I shall never break the walk of wait
never go astry.
Slowly
oceans dissolved the
sweetness of my heart
despise me not for the salty poetry
I'd let the oceans have my fill
only now I learn
how to drip them out of my veins
bear with me untill















**Time finds ways to hold on to life while life keeps slipping away**

Friday, November 10, 2017

Cloud monologue












let me fill up the thin air
let my lotus folds engulf the moon
becoming sky
I would quench my thirsty flight
drinking moonlight
shreading strands of gray from within
tinge by tinge


**desires always want what is beyond**

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Let Go

harbouring despair,
light leaked out of my
front door and
shadows housed
within.
ask me,
if I could ever cajole
the circles of remorse
in leaving me
alone.
drinking regret
blood assumes the colour of poison,
the hues of blue
spreading slowly
therein.
melody always finds the musician
lest
it should breed treachery
green fields of closure
are the melting points of misery.


















**Conclusion is essential to letting things go**

Friday, March 3, 2017

New Beginning

Very many years have passed.
And today the pledge will be broken. I will write!
Within me strangely, there is absolutely no feeling of being an oath-breaker.
Good for me! And so I write.

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dreams i couldn't reach
promises i couldn't keep
i free myself
from all inhibitions i thrust upon myself
threads of concealment
every chain
every binding
i remove them all today
in the hope of new dreams
no new promises, only dreams!

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