Poetry

When you live it today!  


Unacceptable are

Those forbidden lies

Once spoken

Crunches the spirit

Every night

 

Indescribable are

Those ingrown jealousies

Knocked on once

Knocks brain out

On ground of reality

 

Inaccessible are

The shine that mornings wish for

Sleep that nights crave for

Dreams that birds fly for

Desire that

Once enters into soul

Leaves with soul

 

Irreversible are

The blown wind,

The passed storm

The empty cloud

The dried leaves of oak

The withered petals of roses

The last hour,

The ticked tacked clock

Once done,

Never undone

 

Only stays

The “moment in present”,

That refines all guilt,

Filters the mistakes from the sin;

Unshackles you from history

Gives chance to rethink, regret,

Redo, relive,

Create, nurture and regain

The new you inside out

Every other day

When you live it today!

Poetry

Paint ye today!


Paint ye paint!

Your world every day,

Paint ye today!

Draw the lines of connection

Of hearts

Give a shade of love,

Compassion

In the blank sheets,

Paint ye today!

Fill the colour of trust

In the canvas

Of thee strange minds,

Clean up the dirt

Light up the faded

Landscapes of memories,

The dimmed portrays,

Hold up to the big strokes

Of your brush

To refurbish

The sculpture

Paint ye today!

A touch up

To enliven the past

In the present

Can carve it,

Emboss it,

Shape it for tomorrow

Paint ye today!

Brush it

To spruce it up

With new colours

Of nature

Of real world,

Mix with water of innocence

Oil of easiness, smiles and kindness

And cast in the universe

To free up

The locked

Desire to paint

Me soul revives life

Revitalize the source of joys

Replenish me energy

Restore me hopes

Revive me mind

Remind me repaint

What I painted

Yesterday

Renovate today

To rejuvenate tomorrow

Paint ye today!

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Poetry

“What is that String?”


A string
dyed
in many colours,
..
colours of love,
of desire to love again,
that increases
every second.
..
String that tied strong
without strangling,
without confusing,
that holds us
in the toughest times,

that balances
unstable state of minds.

String that connects
soul to souls,
earth to universe.

String that we can’t see
the weakest of all,
can still hold the toughest.

we can see it..

In a baby’s laughter,
when the baby knows father will catch,
when she is thrown in the sky.

In a son’s eyes,
when he knows mother will feed him,
when he is hungry.

On a sister’s face when she knows,
her brother is there to share and help,
when no one is there.

..
Not only in human
But in every creature,
in every living
and non living,
the string draws
the connection.
..
A string made web
that blankets the universe
with the energy to flow
to think
to feel
to live
to act
to desire

to connect
the disconnected.
..
The string that binds acts
and lines up present with
future happenings,
that gives rise
to the utmost desire
to live and gleam
even in the darkest nights.
..
What is that string?
that is ‘Trust’
Isn’t it?


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Poetry

“Seed of life”


A seed,

that turned into

a vital tree,

has magnum of power

than a granule of dust

that contributed in a castle

a seed ..

that our soil of motherland

needed to sow

to grow trust

in all breeds

a seed

a land ever looked for

a seed

to hatch

to brood over

to believe to see

gushing out blood

from bottom to tips

spurting out courage

to fight

to drag dirt to pit

to kiss flag of truth

to run to prove and solve

the mystery of this race

to quench the thirst

of ages, of births

to eternally learn

to sustain and to merge

to know when to born or

when to die

..

to stop this cycle..

or to live or to die

….

there needed a seed

seed of forgiveness

that has grown more trees

that had begotten

another seed.. of trust

that we digged out

after

we lost hundred times

that we again took birth for

and left those bodies for

a lesson of self trust

or to distrust elements,

in worldly matter

that seed we could not see

was visible

even to a blind

that was felt without even a touch

t’was always a choice

to learn, to know

to sow and to water

that seed

seed of love

..truly

was the seed ….. of life.

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Ponder

It’s virtual but it’s real!


“Eh! You’ve got to be kidding me?”

“Am I just a Facebook friend to you now? And this you were trying to convey to me through your shady behavior from last one month?”

“Whatever, I don’t really care now. Don’t you ever talk to me again Mounik. And now I am going to block you on my Facebook and Whatsapp too. Don’t text me ever again. Arrghh Bye!”

A text conversation was finished with a red face smiley which was provided for such conditions in phone settings.

Smita just had a chat with one of her so called close friends, right before the moment she was found angrily sinking in her cozy bed and pretended sleeping.

“It is Monday tomorrow and I cannot deliver my work early morning if I keep thinking about this all.”

After two and a half hours, she was found restless. With a cracking sound of bed, she had sprung up and down two three times to change her sleeping posture. She could see passing those hours at night, his images kept her so busy.

“It’s been 11 months now, he’s been so positive. We have shared almost everything about past, present and future and now he is saying he had never given me any….. (Speaking loudly in mind) …. SIGNS.” (Sigh!)

“What a confused and stupid person he is.” She thought and muttered, “God! All I have to care about me now. In this forest of strangers, there is nobody I can trust upon.”

A new day of life had started for her, without texting the coffee taste and breakfast menu to Mounik. The first morning in 11 months went without wishing him ‘good morning’. She felt amused and annoyed at the same time for how dependent she had become for her selection of wardrobe to housekeeping, her job switch options to future investment plans for she had shared with him every day. “Disgusting,” She spoke to herself in pain.

She had struggled for one week, since Tuesday she had been complaining of sore throat, eye pain and headache. This had become more difficult than she had thought. She did not realize when she had started feeling good with a stranger. Mounik was not serious, neither was she, then why she had started expecting so much from a virtual friend. Smita had come to know that lately, what could be done then, she had lost it. Due to this rejection she had lost her confidence; she had cut her edge away from real life friends. She could not deal with it. She did not realize when she had turned moody and reluctant and the shine from her face eventually faded.

After four months, she resigned from her job and the reason was her continuously deteriorating health. She had faced acute phase food reaction, got hospitalized and then was saved. But this was the start of her story, one day she got a family offer to get settled (in India it is marriage which settles you). She met a complete stranger man. And after one short meeting, she expressed willingness to get married with the same person. In a month or so, she got engaged with him and even with a plenty of trust issues, she made that decision for life. Any thought on why?

Challenges in relationships lead to shelter!

The relationships have changed its way of communication these days; this has gone more textual and less vocal leading to an addiction of unreal attraction towards unexpectedly easy communication. A challenge to gain the unattained relationships works as a magnet to these networks.

Like Smita, many young girls and boys are attracted to some virtual connections and create an imaginary world around them; they seek for their suggestion and every second thought and every day event shared with the imaginary closed ones. The side effects are far more dangerous than facing the danger from the front. Psychologists call it maladaptive behaviour which is seen in most of day dreamers. They are caught playing around a nonexistent world and talking to a person who they have never met before out of the day and night limit. This becomes more of psychology issue.

Friendship is now limited to a win – lose game!

While this phenomenal trend to increase network on social sites majorly like Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, QQ or Tumbler etc. have drawn every age group, sector, industry and masses at large with an opportunity of risk and gains. For it is a common market idea of using personal contacts for shaping business relationships every day. That, on the other hand, has led to risk of failures caused by unknown network of unreliable sources and unjustifiable business offers.

New Trend – More social, more relevant, more efficient!

Presently, even the high technology savvy companies hire on the basis of candidates’ X-tra qualities. And this includes their human dealing through how they keep their status quo especially on social sites. The current survey shows, these companies do a lot of due diligence on the relevant candidature. The candidates who are found socially inactive are considered socially irresponsible and inefficient in dealing with their clientele.

Demonstration effect changes the basic needs of common man!

The most commonly people even in their busiest schedule do not forget to buzz those strangers who they like to talk. Moreover this gives them freedom to speak what is hidden inside and they cannot reveal through their routine behavior and lifestyle. In a way or the other, the mobile apps introduced in the market supporting to these social channels, have made it twenty four hours deal, around which people struggle to optimize their life.

Learn to let go!

Smita was mere example of all that modern and smart life hassles people are working around. Smita chooses to marry a stranger on her preference of experimental ‘real’ over a sweet adaptable ‘unreal’ relationship. She has gained confidence to face real happenings and accepting real life policies and possibilities. She has learnt that every day real life battle prepares you best for ultimate future fights; they make you stronger every way. Smita is happy or not, depends on Smita only. All she needs to think upon her choices and trust her own decisions. She has to learn to let go to live in present and real world.

The virtual world, like a dream, can make our days smiling but they do not give us a promise of real happiness in the long term. It has to get over unless it is nurtured by both ends. Online relationships are virtual but its’ ramifications are real. If we like to have optimal results of omnipotent technology and its advancements, as a society, we have to collaboratively work towards finding solutions for everyday altering need of adoption and unchangeable values.

In last four years in India, if we analyze data of behaviour change in regards of adoption of new technology and compare the transformation in societal values we see a fluctuated graph. Human expectations related to study, career and relationships also have come up as life’s biggest challenges. In this scenario, if the young generation gets to learn how to deal with every day’s tension, guilt, insecurity and unexpected behaviour; they can deliver better and increase the quotient of happiness daily; they can commit to a successful life and contribute in greater life expectancy.

by Chitra Chauhan

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Poetry

stop playing magnet


your brain

a magnet

to the ore

to the filth

the waste

the brown matter

that have had your soul

drowned

to uncleaned core

to had you shaped

completely into new metal

a body

attached through

wires, filaments

sucking fuel

of fear, jealousy

insecure it developed

your centre

reactant to each wave

destructive

it made your centre

like a pool of magma

melting every fresh bud of desire

and dream

and turning into ashes

……….

listen hey!

listen to the chants and prayers

coming through

chain of ignited souls

cool down your burning centre

receive the healing

through your veins

free your soul

from the chains

free from fake belief

this is a cage

that kept you apart from

every seed of empowerment

and enlightenment

come out of that metal

and train your senses

to feel touch of air

to listen to the eternal song

to taste love for all

to smell the freedom

to see the world

with new eyes

and to train always

to…

stop playing magnet.

 

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Poetry

one day..


from those..

half opened,

half closed eyes

you saw

when I began trembling

while sitting

with jammed feet

You read my nerve

through my eyes

..

T’was a sign

to not knock my heart

but to slowly make space

to come closer everyday

but to keep little apart

to try

but to hold your words

…..

you saw

when you spoke of your dreams

very first time

I laughed …

at my dreams

unknown of the after effects

of my heart out

I first time thought to open up

the door

that leads

to the core..

core of my heart,

my desires,

my passion

my simplicity

which was complex for everyone

…..

I did know

one day

..

one will come

when

I won’t have to struggle much

with my tongue to spell,

to see it twisted and tangled

in the dialogues and gist

I knew

my silence would be absorbed

I would be choked with surprise…

when my eyes would be read

my face would be traced

I won’t be able to hide

all my plans

when one knows

what’s happening

in my heart, in my mind

and the day

I won’t have to pretend

what I am not…

the day..

one would make me realize

how precious I was for me

and for the one

like a gem

shining in heart and in the eyes

of mine and of that..

One.

….

In a fact

which I had never believed

that everyone

has to wait for

that day

to turn dream real

one day..

..

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Ponder

RIP #MH370 passengers


What actually had happened in the air? What they all had been through at their toughest? No one can imagine their sufferings and what they ever had to speak to their closed ones at that far?
No sight evidence of the happening, no clue what had ignited the fire, what had jammed all communication system and why they had not had even a moment to leave their trace?
Sigh! They left everyone of us sad with lots of questions.
These sort of incidents had happened in history but who will believe after all technology developments, science and researches, when we are at the verge of entering into the robotic era, we cannot answer what had happened to an airship full of people again?
Have we really technologically achieved that optimal stage where we can trust on solutions with lesser risks? When we won’t have to compromise our lives to understand how dangerously we have become dependent on this?

RIP #MH370 passengers. May God give their families strength to bear with this pain. Hope the Govt.would compensate to them. Hope any one can ever heal this pain.

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Poetry

“You’re the Sky”


Let go

of the kite – yellow

that attracted eyes

from the willow

hanging with

a string on its branch

……

pretty yellow, so bright

symbol of power

full of life, full of air

tried flying high

went higher

with every stroke of opposite wind

inspired I stared, tried to touch

I tried to hold, to fly with it

to go sky high

there another dream

or reality

waking up early

watching willow

I heard a thunder of

storm coming

It started raining

I wanted to protect

I wanted to grasp the bright

in my arms folded

to keep it for a sunny day

..

but it was too far

out of my reach

still it flapped to go up

knew it would tear it apart

soon it would fade its shine

..

Oh for that moment,

I stretched longer, harder,

hardest ..grabbed

how vulnerable it was

in my hands

yet fluttering, flapping

to go up

denying all possibilities

to pause, to be stationed

Freed my hands

off the string, off yellow

I saw it gliding, waving up

hovering down.. and again up

it seemed brightest

in the light of the thunderbolt

in the infinity of images

reflected through the rain drops

I was enlightened

to the darkest

every corner and particle

in my body was lit

I was…

a lamp inside

…..

that yellow bolted me

to never fuse

to never quit

a desire hit me

to believe what I ever wanted

to trust my eternal soul

to not count limits

when it says,

“You’re the sky.”

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Poetry

to let it die..


don’t ..

don’t pluck this

from its roots..

to let it die

slowly..

let it shrivel

let it wither away..

curse it..

blame it..and

let it dry through veins

let the serum harden

let it drain

to the last drop of moisture

let the wilt

reach to

the wet dreams of

green life, red bud, pink flowers

yellow filaments and

colourful touch of

butterflies

let it end the hope

gradually ..

let it bend its bone

lose its firmness

stir the confidence

and shatter the stamina

gradually..

let it turn

stone

let it become

lifeless body

useless matter

let it realize

how big,

how undeniable,

intolerable,

and unforgettable

the mistake was

..

let it be an example

for all

who ever commit the sin

of

wanting the unwanted

desiring the undesirable

dreaming the inaccessible

expressing the inexpressible

feeling the genuine

being disgraceful

to what was allowed

being forgetful

to what was not allowed

let it repent for

being candour

leave it..

with the dirt, the sand, the rocks

with the choices it made

let it become limp

let it lose its substance

let its withering soul know

the truth

don’t let it just feel plucked up

let it fear to dream again..

let it sag its desires

let it see failure

let it kill itself

the most beautiful hopes

let it live like this

to let it die..

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