On a reading note .. .

I was reading this book .Discovery of India by Pt. J.L.Nehru.Somebody came to me and asked which novel is it .I replied it is not a novel , it is a book. I know there could be a better answer :) . Clearly, this post is not a book review.Coz I haven't reached the last page yet .. :) Anyway! ..

I don't know why I picked it up from the book stand .It looked the most raw to me, very old and such old,historical things always appeal to me more than the contemporary ones. 
Such books even smell great, have a special aroma to fill you with. One of my friends say so. Visit her at http://hodgepodgemind.blogspot.com.

Every such art be it in the form of some book, movie, play always makes me talk to my inner self, helps me explore the world within myself, while I suppose it is not just with me but with everyone. Such things always take me to their world holding my hands and so smoothly dragging me with a not-so-recognizable impulsive force, override my ongoing emotions and feelings and establish their world of thoughts within me.

So, as I read through the book about some very old civilizations, invasions, evolution, progressions, I land into those raw worlds of not so developed races or probably too much developed for that time, and probably I could relate myself more to it since it talks mostly about my own land only.

I have been wondering to read about the years that have gone, a very easy process of time moving into the opposite direction in which I move. Standing from a time zone as far as some thousand years back make me question about the evolution of myself and everyone around and everything around. 'Everything' might seems to be an easy term, yet fulfilling to talk about the things that have evolved because truly everything has evolved.
 
And this feeling that I too shall pass like all those who have, and I have only a millionth part of this earth's age for myself fills me with all the vigor, passion and puts me in a fight to bring immortality to myself. I want to live forever. I want to see this world forever, to see how will it change in future, what would be the new evolution. I dont think our ancestors would have ever imagined their descendants would be doing the things we do and so can't I do the same for my descendants, but this imagination excites me that what new would flourish on this planet.

Change is constant, I believe. But it depresses me at the same moment.
How so depressed I feel about the changes, this Discovery of India  and world, nonetheless, will continue.

LOST IN FUMES ...

LOST IN FUMES

What was the reason you took to it?
Some depression?
Or some craze for an ongoing fashion statement?
Or a parade for fun 'n' enjoyment??
Or any damn reason you claim,
You know, you got so lame.
How could you go this weak??
To be trampled under your own feet as a cigarette butt,
You yourself agreed.
Going swirled up as plumes,
You are getting lost in fumes.

I can see you dying,
But can't you see me crying?
Oh!!! Please don't go,
Let life walk a little slow.
I need you in my life,
Every life around is a reason to beautify mine.
Oh!!! Please don't go,
Not at least lost in fumes.

Love,music,family,work,worship,
Smiles,friends…….
There are things finer than fine,
But why are required some stimulants,
To hold you on cloud nine??

It's just because,
You have lost a reason to life.
But I wonder why you can't see,
Though you have it every time.
It may have gone hidden for a while,
You thus just need to look and find.
Move ahead with the reason,
You just don't need any help.
Give it a start,
As the longest journey too has its first step.

Life is real beautiful,
And so are you.
Life is a real treasure,
And you have it in you.
But beauty of life,
Is surrendering to your weakness inside.
Wake up before you lose the fight,
The life itself will always be bigger than a part of life .

I know,
My words are going ineffective,
My efforts all in waste,
But I am there to fight with you,
Against you,
To save you from getting lost in fumes.

Alas ..

An oldie again .. :)


Victory, I couldn't achieve

My heart gave a call,
And awakened some desires.
Desires, that were new,
But strong enough to breathe in blues.
I stepped in their direction,
And started moving as they went on.
Like I was to climb a hill,
To make to the top,
To reach some heights,
To realize some dreams,
But
Victory, I couldn't achieve.

The way was tough,
And to add to it,
My luck was rough.
I struggled the hardest,
Fought the mightiest.
But
Those heights remained untouched,
Those dreams, unrealized,
Those desires, trampled.And
Victory, I couldn't achieve.

From the beginning,
I knew,
It was a losing deal.
But 'perhaps' was the word
that gave me a feel.
So
I kept smiling,
I kept struggling,
With just an odd in favour,
With some hopes undying,
With my truth lying,
Steadying my moves,
I kept alive my belief.
Alas!!!!!
Victory, I couldn't achieve.

DEDICATION TO DEATH .

DEDICATION TO DEATH

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An alarming call,
To a doctor was made.
To visit a hall,
That had suddenly fallen in shade.

A body lied quiet on bed,
Like in deep sleep or having rest.
Around stood hopes,
Holding a lost strife,
To a question,"does it hold life?"

Hand in hand,
Did stand,
Those relations of red,
Those relations of love.
Waiting for miracles,
Praying to Almighty above,
To extend some breaths,
To let life be slow,
But they had surrendered to death,
They didn't know.

The flow stopped,
Of blood, of life.
Touch of an ice cold body,
Had sent shivers through spine.
With blind hopes,
The body was shaken.
To take it out,
Of that incredible silence.
And it was done,
Till hopes were shaken,
Which finally died,
And eventually turned to cries.

Pain was ample
And so were the efforts to take it out.
Those cries,
Were so wide,
Stretched all the nerves inside.
Tears kept flowing,
Eyes went blind,
But still fell meagre,
To the sorrow,
That it had just broken all the cords behind.
No doors were open,
No ways could be found,
That pain,
Through which could go unbound.

So motionless and lifeless,
It had never been,
No stories on lips,
No expressions could be seen.
So satisfied it lied,
No creases on face,
Over that materialism,
Gone that madly world race.

People were around,
To make loud sound
To show off, they felt the grief
But it was more of noise
Surely not to any relief.
What a drama they played,
So fine actors.
But death is the plot,
Of which were they aware of?


Draped in white sheet,
And on four arm support,
It headed on a new path,
To set free the soul.
Harder was to accept it that way,
But the only consoling fact was
That life is a mere play.
Something seemed to have been snatched
Something to put on a severe loss
The way was tough
Because life had conned.


Life is so odd,
And so its ways.
A person so intimate to you,
Is finally set ablaze.
To let him rest in peace,
Or to find his route to sky, he finally flees.
He departs forever,
And now,
No chats would happen,
No sitting together.

But when life is born,
Death walks along,
Concludes on a day,
To take that life finally away.
And just leaves memories behind,
Which on its way, it finds.
Memories,
Some of which stay in heart, And some stay hung on wall as a piece of art.

For your eyes only..

I have seen through your eyes,
the colors of changing skies,
Have known in plenty,
Have known scarce,
the hollows of my true self.

Blown away by forceful winds,
Extending far with feeble wings,
Roaming by the disguised beauty of springy fests,
When it rains, the heart knows its endearing nest.

Walking past the darker roads,
Juggling against some rarest odds,
Light found its way in you,
Puzzles had a clue with you.

Love is the word,
Love is the feel,
it is the taste,
It is the smell and zeal.
Holding hands across the ways of life,
Passing through every night,
Bringing glory to every moment,
Life is a rushing torrent . :)

Dot dot dot ... ?!?!?!

Life can have many philosophies on which it can be explained .Like a religious Hindu sect of people which believes in idol worship can explain all their life on the basis of facts revolving around idol worship. A doctor can do it on the basis of all medicinal causes, purposes and reasons. A scientist or a technician can do it all on the basis of his knowledge.

Hence to describe , explain and conceptualize life, emerges out philosophies of varying kinds which has their origins in the kind of the knowledge the philosopher of the respective philosophy possess.And each such kind of philosophy tends to contradict the other one and in a case where people of contradicting philosophies happen to clash over an issue, it is hard to find out a true, reliable and trustworthy solution.

And such a mess finds its physical existence for me when I am one of those contradicting parties which is arguing over subject, a subject that primarily could be of self-importance , while usually it is the one concerning societal practices, beliefs and vision.

Like a case where someone was foretelling bad fortune of a couple in discussion for marriage and girl and guy both happened to be my friends. Such a case would stand substantially apart when given a vision of a scientist or of the fortune teller himself or of some Hindu pandit or of some physicist or of some financial analyst or of the girl and guy in the discussion itself.
And life in such a case wont just be life. It becomes a perspective projected on the basis of the knowledge held by the respective beholder. And hence it becomes so damn complicated.

Or probably simply the case that I have mentioned would mean a lot when the origin of such a case is shifted to Indian suburbs or to a sect of society which die-hardly holds such beliefs, while it would hold no meaning if origin is shifted to a society like that of West or probably the Sikh sect in India itself.
So does that mean the fortune for a guy and gal in discussion change had they got birth in some other Indian sect or probably some other part of the world .I get confused at such a point. Actually.
And I doubt to hold on to any belief other than of simple and easy living.
A logical living.
Isn't this world, life and society if described on the basis of so many philosophies based on varying pools of knowledge concerning some million aspects of life makes everything all the way messy ..?
Isn't chilling the best way .. ?

Stories apart ..

It was too cold to keep hands out. No pockets to put hands in, she had put one of her hands in his jacket's pocket to warm up. Holding on to his hand, her hand got enveloped like larva in the cocoon. The moment took her to a cosy rememberance of a day into the hills of Himachal when she was pacing past a road alongside him.

The memory of that splendid moment gave her a gush inside. She felt pleased to find that he still stands alongside and that memories still stay afresh and close. And years later even, the touch of his hands causes the same magic to unchurn.

She looked straight into his eyes and smiled.
He too smiled, his eyes showing recall of the same moment.
And then they smiled together to relive it.