The Ring

The ring fit well but

She thought it was heavy
The ring circled close but
She thought it was loose
The ring shone white

She thought it should soon glitter
The ring that she wore
She thought wore her
The ring that protected
She thought bounded her
The ring of love and life
She thought was interpreter,
The ring of relationship
She thought so but didn't know
The ring was to make it better
She thought of responsibility
The ring was the circle of love
She thought as another circle of life
The ring was not so
She thought of vigilance
The ring gave away the suspense
She thought of betrayal
The ring defeated its influence
She thought of cold
The ring stood thick and bold
She thought but failed
The ring never did

Aesa Des Hai Mera

India is a developing country, where the people value secularism, culture, traditions and their contribution to the country’s diversity. Education to all is the prime aim of the country where it should be necessary to make the population literate and make them aware about the world around them for a better living. 

Better Living, what does it emphasize on?

          Job, Money, Property, Health, Good Life Partner, Settled Children, Easy Retirement;

                                                      Yes?! Is the list complete?

Today’s youth, who are in their twenties, have educated parents or at least parents who understand that the list of words above is incomplete without ‘Happiness’ and ‘Contentment’. Parents who know that this is not the time they had grown up in, not the era, where they walked with heads down and mouths shut against their own voices.

Hell yeah! We are warm blooded youth and we speak for ourselves. Today we raise our own voices to the pitches that ought to be heard loud and far. We do whatever we like on the name of experience and gain wisdom by exploring the depths ourselves.

There is one thing which makes us fall to our feet though, the same secularism that unites us.

Two people are said to fall in love within first sight or meet. But hey! In India, you got to ask the question before you let the cupid strike you,

 “Hi, Are you Hindu? Because I am one, if yes I can go forward and get a rose for you, because I like 

you.”

Or maybe

“Hey, I am sorry, I didn’t know you were a Punjabi, else I wouldn’t have proposed you. I want to break up”

Before the cupid hits your butt, you better question the identity of its arrow because that is how our secular country works!

We are Indians! We make sure, our blood remains pure, even though a Rajput and a Bengali, we know can have the same O+ blood group. ! We prioritize our custom and religion, which if a Punjabi marries a Tamilian, gets degraded. We ensure that our races don’t get devalued if our Muslim son marry a Hindu girl hence such marriages are BANNED!

We are Indians! Social and Secular! Proud to call ourselves united yet divided by the caste system that still ruptures the hearts of the generations that fight to overcome the strains and shackles with their love.

We are Indians! We sell our daughter, with exchange of gold, cars, flats, houses, furniture, expensive clothes and all that in the name of gifts. We call our daughters as Lakshmi and pray them for 9 days, when it comes to marriage, we go to the extent, to devoid them of even education that they are righteous to. We bring home our daughter-in-laws and within a year of marriage, we frequently start questioning about the ‘ghar ka chirag’ (heir to the family).  

We are Indians! We don’t let our children fall in love and marry the ones they know but constraint them to get in bed with a stranger! We let our boys roam the street and chain the girls to the boundaries of home. We blame the females as if they are black cats carrying bad omen and get them married first to get rid of them, because they are a hugely delayed responsibilities of time, that need to be shrugged off.

We are Indians! We are educated, experienced and stuck in time.

 We carry knowledge but lack wisdom.

               We don’t realize that a man, woman and 2 kids don’t always mean a happy home.

WE! The Parents of Today’s youth still struggle to change our notions and free our minds from the chains that we were bound in, when we were young.  We feel that our kids need to obey the same rules that we did because that was RIGHT! But fail to understand, that that was right THEN not NOW!

WE! The Parents of Today’s Youth can’t change our minds because we think it is against our dignity and it will make us weak to listen to our younger ones, who can’t be right as they are younger to us.

WE! The Parents of Today’s Youth can break the sticks if not bend them, by trying all emotional tactics that can bring down our kids to lead a similar life that we did, by sacrifice. We never had an option, not because we didn’t have a choice, because we didn’t make any.

We can’t be changed, because we are elders and elders are always right!

India is a democracy where people are eligible to chose their leader at the age of eighteen but can't chose their life partner at any age without the consent of their parents

Twinkle Twinkle little star; How I wonder what you are

"I am twinkle, a star..I let myself be, away from the cluster of stars that are moving away at immeasurable speeds. I am bright magnificent, burning within and brightening out. You see me twinkle high up there beside my companions but there are distances between us light years apart. I am alone but I glitter, I shimmer. I am the proud owner of my gas and dust. But 20 million years has passed, and I hear nothing and bear solitude. A little star had zoomed past before that brief time. Tinkle I still remember its name. It had asked me to join it for an adventure across the milky way. A Puny phase of dust I had told him. It was! A dust ball, shining just because it was too near me and I knew it would glow low once it was away. And what for should I lose my shimmer, my iridescent self, I had thought then."

"But for these 20 million years, I stayed and glowed but I thought if my burning alone was worth. My planets, my own children needed me but even they are no more now, and what shall I give life out for, my shine for. I wish sometimes I could zoom like tinkle and travel across these dark distances that I watch in wonder."

"Oh wait! Did I see it? Tinkle!! Is it you again?"

"Hey! Ya I move on and off this orbit, anyways I have to glide away so bye, may the stars of stars watch over you"

"Hey no wait! I am exhausting now, I want to see the world before I run out of my gas. I apologise for being pumped up with pride. I realise now, I am the same gas and dust as you are. We are from the same big bang. Please accept my apology and take me away. Let me see the milky way, let me pass across the darkness around me, take me to light , take me across the quasars about which you mentioned last time. I want to see the universe."

Tinkle radiated back even more than Twinkle this time.

"I forgive you Twinkle, come buddy, shed off the nebulae of your pride and ego, let out your fire and die like a hero through adventures of the space."

Twinkle is still there in the space and lives through the dust that always stays in between those dark distances

The Saint, Sane and capricious Insane

Why you get attached so much to someone. Heart you bugger! You beg for love, don't you?

Doesn't matter if it comes on self, you let your ego slip, you let your respect go in smoke.

You take it all in, you love the hit but it is only for a matter of minutes and then its gone and you now it, pretty well indeed.

Soul! You are mature, but you don't say a word. You murmur, that is why no wonder, 

seldom we listen.

Streaming water, can it be stopped?

O heart!, Stop making excuses to the limit of harm to yourself. You are no phoenix to rise every time you are ashed.

Mind, Please deal with it, put a collar, tie the heart to a pole.

No! Because you see the heart will fall in love with the pole too.

Oh sweetheart, the glowing bug of the night, don't flutter away. The world will cut your wings.

Behold this is heart, I break and bleed but still I beat.

Wavelengths

                 And what shall I tell you about me,

                        I am this little girl, born in a small town

                              Grown under the shades of love so profound

                                    Like any girl, pampered with dolls and dresses

                                        And houses made of planks and plastics

                                            With stomach that filled with taste and sleep that lapped in comforts

                                                                               

                                                           And what shall I tell you about me,

                                                Seeing the sunrise facing the dawn

                                       Departing from home in school uniform

                              Reading and writing and grabbing the lessons

                     Budding and building my self-esteem

              Looking at future weaving my dreams

                And what shall I tell you about me,

                      Seeking out a hand that holds on tight

                          A tender comfort in gasping and fright

                             A flight of freedom taking after all

                                  Through success and failures after seeing the falls

                                        That is when tendrils I leave and stand on my feet

                                                    And what shall I tell you about me,

                                     I have seen the world, ruminated a lot

                              What made me grow should have been my God

                        I am not imperfect rather I can’t be

                 Hence I try to aid and heed

                I know that the lessons have been passed on,

                        And I am naive to understand all

                              Yet I am what I can be

                                     My true self for the past and the yet to foresee

I speak a different Language

I don’t speak the language of the world. I have difficulty in picking it up and conveying it.  

Though I do express through my writings and poetry but no longer get the feel with some 

random alphabets arranged in an order that is supposed to make sense.

I understand the language of universe and expressing it in myriad ways, through gratitude, 

politeness, kindness, a smiling face, a happy gesture, an honest truth, a gentle forgiveness 

and so many other ways makes life so simple.

 I try to be myself but change into a mirror when a person comes before me, so as to blend 

with the world, with him or her.  But that is not me that is what they want to see me as. I am 

unique like they are in their own worlds. Only I know me, how I am different inside and 

outside. How I feel the presence of someone guiding me right, just so perfectly right. That 

guide also is me. Not a dual-personality syndrome, else everyone has one. Everyone has 

their guide inside them, mine doesn’t talk to me. It makes me feel. It makes me feel happy, 

sad, angry, glad, contented, proud, jealous, guilty, careful, cautious, and fearful also but only 

sometimes. It also speaks the same language, the one that is not spoken. I know it is pure 

and truthful because it knows me. 

 It is Me. And it speaks one language which we all get without words - love.

I see serenity, blue waters, clear as crystals, so transparent that I can see its bed. I forget 

everything, jump in the water and let my body float. My shadow forms on its bed. The sun 

softly closes my eyes and I relax drowned in my originality. 

When the night falls I lay on the green grass, somewhere on high meadows. I open my eyes 

 to the twinkling of millions of stars, blessing me with their power and light. I feel my origins 

happening long back like one of those in the sky right now and simultaneously I sense 

my tears reaching the brim of my eyes and passing over in the honour of the wonders I am 

able to see through them, by them. So mystical yet so simple, thinking so, my heart fills with 

the joy of realisation of the truth, My Truth. I offer my gratitude in the form of my ‘living’, well. 

image credit:Hubble, NASA

                                                                                                     

                                       'The Furnace' Burns Within Me

How the language of Universe guides You Right: I am Change

On the mercy of thoughts

  

  On the mercy of thoughts

 That ceases to cease in flow

 Like currents of a waterfall

 Going without ado. 

  Through the noises around the world 

 And the tunnels of talks and faith

 They slip past the day

 And emerge without delay.

  

  Knotting and pulping, sometimes gulping,

 Where inside the abyss to find self ?

 World shouts so much, the voice inside is invisible.

 Everything is contained, yet nothing can be held.

 If only one thing one gets, one yearns,

 That love to shush the mind

 That care to hold tight, what flushes out, gushes out

 Unceasingly.

  A hand to console, a hug to hold,

 When all the walls

 Of thoughts are breached.

 To take out a life and be nurtured

 A soul will be complete

 And all the material will mean the world.

I am a Change

Finally, I see past the mystic cloud of my ever altering personality as to who I really am. I am a change!

 I will walk in elegance at one place while shaking my legs at other. I will be sarcastic one moment and make a puppy face the other. I will love like never before and hate equally fiercely. I will be gentle with my company while scratch others with my well maintained talons..haha!

Yes, that is me. No, I don’t have mood swings yet I am a rainbow of myriad colours. I paint, I dance, I write, I sing and I am whatever I like not for any XYZ but for me. Sometimes I am sad, sometimes I cry where no one sees me other times I will infest my surroundings with these poisonous self-developed reverberations of happiness! 

Trying out something new, experimenting with my moods and my acceptance to the outside world, and constantly changing my reactions to being unexpectedly calm to otherwise repellent stimuli are few things that I discovered lately happening in life.

The silence was never more welcoming, though, and I would prefer that instead of a hustle bustle. A jungle with the sound of cricket is more pleasing than a continuous honk of vehicles. Yes, I want to discover places around me, but what fun is there in the expected. I don’t plan, or plan for the least bit. Change is abrupt and so be it, unexpected and surprising.

No matter how much fakes surrounds the globe and how many masks people wear, I am honest with myself. I don’t do harm to anyone and that’s what makes me going, truth.

No matter how many mistakes I have done, I have always given myself space to improve and make a better person out of myself. Though this doesn’t deter me from making much more because it is always a new experience in making a new, a new learning, and a threshold to another side of a lesson of life. I have made blunders, regretted over them but yeah moved on.

I know there is a long way to go ahead and this journey is going to be remarkable! I trust my instincts and they guide me right.



Listen to the Voice of World;The Whisper of Universe: I Speak a Different Language

Thick & Dark : Plead for Freedom

Bargain with me, and I shall gift you pain. I am no longer what you think.

 I am the dead walking in bane.

I am the soul to be freed, I am the rotten seed.

I am disgraced with my own race, I am a human

I am grudge, I am greed

I am a token, having tenure of misdeed

I am the craver of misfortune, be sad or bad

I lay the path to my doom,

My end that approaches me, at every corner, at every turn

Probably somewhere when I get torn

When I spill blood, when my flesh churns

When Ruth looses sense

When Lord remains stone

Oh haha! What? He is there? Where?

Inside us? Inside the beasts?

Does it grow like fungus and weeds?

Does it suck the darkness out?

Does it make us Human?

No! Then we won’t want that, we can’t be

We be beasts, make us free.

We are spotted, we are spoiled.

Make us animal, make us better

Make us wild, let us lose ourselves

To get tamed, to get named

And follow command,

But power shall destroy even you my Lord

Love ain’t the aid

Love will fade

Love will cascade

Love will invade

Free us of will

Free us, make us still

Let us rise in smoke or rubble to earth

Let us be eaten, let us be buried

For human shall not remain

So let the body strive

Only the soul shall revive

Little Light

Little light sweet and warm

Tell me the way back to source

Array of ray yellow in hue

Find me the path through this pinhole

From where you come, traveling spaces

Millions of miles away

Yellow light, playful but calm

Tell me you come which way

Little Light, you nascent self

Where you buy that warmth

Doors to doors, plenty keyholes

You travel across just everywhere

Little Light, behold my sight

It looks for you in dismay

It wants what not knowing

But the best it seeks is

For freedom, breaching

All that comes in your way