Living my life on my own terms and conditions, I've celebrated life at every given opportunity. Here I take the opportunity to share a few of my experiences in form of poems, short stories or articles.
All the while eating the soul away Destroying it from the inside To the out; ripping it apart, Filling you with dread and despair. Secrets of heart grow Heavier day by day While we learn to walk about With a tailored smile on our face.
Thoughts, plans, regrets, Sometimes even wishes Not all secrets can be shared. Layers by layers these secrets pile and Everything is locked up and stored behind. We donne a mask we seldom want to reveal. People, you say you have no secrets! And I say I have tonnes…
Look deep into your darkest memories You’ll find a forgotten tale, A murmured doubt, and a few Forbidden stories, with unfinished ends… There are secrets… Secrets on the inside of me Smothered in their prime, yet blazing with heat, That I’ll endeavour never to reveal.
A mark of cultural identity, Illuminated Heritage buildings; A place that confers spiritual wisdom Freeing you from horrors of the deep And terrors of the skies; A perfect place for a man To spend his days in silence Enjoying harmless joys of solitude With a guiltless heart, free From all dishonest deeds And thoughts of vanity. Breeze carrying the aromatic scents From the incense sticks To cleanse the confined air; and A soul freed from it’s bodily robes. A place of quiet, breaking into occasional Rhapsodies; towing a spiritual line, *Aarti: marking the onset of dawn and dusk Promoting meditation and the study of astronomy. In this tech-savvy age the birthdays of the deity are traditionally and lavishly celebrated.
Beyond hatred and tears Is a twinkle of a lamp Glimmering through the darkness Like some ancient star. The crown of glory scorning all the cares That fate or fortune brings, A pilgrim, arrested by the Ambiance immersed in worship, now dutifully surrenders To the sacred stone, his Divine Majesty; Irrespective to the caste of the person who carved it And melts under its power swaying humbly All the time awestruck at the timelessness Of the mysteries surrounding its ageless past.
*Aarti also spelled arti, arati, arathi, aarthi (In Devanagari: आरती ārtī) is a Hindu religious ritual of worship, a part of puja, in which light from wicks soaked in ghee (purified butter) or camphor is offered to one or more deities. Aartis also refer to the songs sung in praise of the deity, when lamps are being offered.
Me a kid to have enjoyed this. There is a ‘kid’ in everyone. But now all we have is Forgotten dreams. You play a son, a father, a husband Shielding and protecting your family from the world You conquered your fears and braved all odds You are meant to fly higher Higher than even what you dreamt. Every step that you take now Leaves a footprint for your kids to follow. You chose to fulfil everyone’s dreams And let go of yours. I play a daughter, a mother, a wife. Nurturing my family, creating a perfect world for them I cope with all their fears between childhood and adulthood From pulling things out from baby fingers That grasp everything. Cleaning the crawling worms In the vegetables and organising family dinners too, Reading bedtime stories of fire breathing dragons Till all those who were once awake now fall into deep slumber. I chose to fulfil everyone’s dreams And let go of mine. Jumping on the shadows and in and out of puddles Building castles in the sand Playing hide and seek. Sitting on a swing Swinging higher and higher as if to touch the sky Enjoying on a seesaw and getting up suddenly To topple the other. Those moments are now immortalised. Childhood memories lingered forever But the ‘kid’ in you and the ‘kid’ in me Was slowly forgotten as the years grew old. Like waves of seas, nostalgia often washes over me now Rocking me back to the shores of reality with a jolt. The world holds out pain and pleasure; both on a platter To seek fun is our own prerogative now I look in the mirror at times at times Searching for those eyes that held a naughty sparkle And were always filled with wonderment. Our childhood may have been ephemeral But reigns supreme in our memories even today A familiar tune of yester years is all it takes To push open the floodgates of our memories once again. You a kid. Me a kid to have enjoyed this. There is a ‘kid’ in everyone. But now all we have is Forgotten dreams.
Ruthless, vile creepy men Lie in wait for the Young victims for they are Gullible and soft targets Easier to control. Wrecking the children life’s Stealing and robbing the kids From their unassuming parents. ~o~ Helpless; caught up In a sick society of human trafficking… Their innocence; stolen Many are put to streets as beggars The rest are sold privately By these evil perpetrators Pushed into flesh trade, or Exploited and used for pornography. ~o~ Trapped in bondage in the concrete Abominations masquerading as hotels, Beaten and manhandled, Maybe not even fed for days till They succumb. All their human rights violated Utter failures of security measures No strength nor will to fight. Enslavement; now a part of their life.
So many dreams I dream Some whisper gently into my conscience, While some go ahead crushing my spirits. Sometimes echoes of past hurt so bad That I cry out and scream languishing in my bed My mind a battlefield of paranoia and Nervousness trying desperately to unravel The mystery behind it. The other times’ future beckons And I listen to music from faraway lands; Either dancing in a chorus or singing a lonely verse Praying for a deeper vision that prevents me From unravelling what’s real and true. Sometimes you walk with me holding my hand In yours, and I give in to these boundless dreams Enjoying the elongated hangovers While the other times we drift away Like shifting sands under the rushing waters Of the sea and I keep sitting awake trying To keep these disturbing dreams away. Praying silently I try to read a deeper Meaning of these enigmatic dreams That strike just before the crack of dawn. I sit for an exam and don’t know the syllabus, I keep missing my train or my house Is under a siege of big intimidating felines. Someone is holding me down pinned To the bed sitting on my chest while I struggle and choke on my silent screams. Some are haunted in their calling Some enticing and surreal, while Some leave me naked and stranded On the crowded roads. So many dreams I dream… and I’m still trying to unravel these dreams that Handle and twist my soul with the tip of their icy fingers.