Wednesday, 28 October 2015

JUST ONE MORE TIME, PLEASE!

Sometimes life thrusts you to an unnoticed, unwanted edge where you have no better option than to retire to a blank page and blue pen in your hand and screech a word or two in some incorrigible handwriting rendering it incomprehensible even in the barest proximity range. And better so, switch off the ‘mini devil’whose attributes are contrary to its size and cut off from the outside world.  This sudden outburst seems to be an identical picture perfect situation in every unmanaged disturbed person in his 20s.
Adulthood –this is the perfect time to do some soul searching in the pool of utter confusion one lives in. (maybe that is how masterpieces of self-discovery were gifted to humanity.) Just a peep outside one’s comfortable slumber shell and things are just like those floating bacteria cells in the biology lab accumulating slowly, growing in mass to fill up every space. And although some scientists treat humans as a tiny speck in the universe, it has been a constant urge on part of living beings for the quest of a meaningful life where success is considered a prized possession.
 However there is difference between playing to win and playing not to lose. And however strong and efficient one might be, failure of some kind does peek in.
 What does each failure teach?
Does it remind that one is not good enough or does it suggest that one is yet to hone the skills to be amongst the top 5%? But whatever it may be failures do have two hard implications-they either break you or make you. They tell you or teach you. They discourage or motivate you. They tell you to give up or try just one more time. How difficult it is to gulp down failures. To start over once again with the same tools, go for the same tasks; build the same castle which you saw yourself get smashed into dusts and still clueless about your stand at the threshold of victory and defeat.
Volumes of books proudly adorn the stories and struggles of those who braved against all odds, laughed at their own mistakes and made their presence felt. But did those glossy pages try to project the emotional turmoil and nothingness faced by each dejected soul. The world cares for the gold medalists, it does not care for the one who came second or third or the one who competed for the same nor does it care to see the sweat and blood behind   that win. This is the competitive dog-eat-dog world we live in.
Nevertheless there are some who try to rise from each fatal blow to stand as a paradigm to that one story of a spider which inspired King Robert Bruce not to give up his kingdom to the enemy. And may be because of this someone rightly said that life is a sine wave- and there will be two peaks –of maximum and that of the minimum.
All it requires is patience to keep calm during adversity and logically transform it into an opportunity and not be exuberantly carried away by a success- for even success like happiness is a journey not a destination.
                                                 
                                Happy trying!

Tuesday, 27 October 2015

Pages from my Anthology

                    FROM DAMINI, TO THE WORLD     (Dedicated to those girls who have seen the worst side of human nature)


It is my last day to see the morning sun,
For never will light touch my dead soul again,
All I have is nothingness around,
The dark has engulfed me to the death terrain.

I never knew where my fault lied,
To be stripped off on the road side,
To become the butt of lust and impulse,
Why did I ever come into this life?

All my dreams of a happy life took minutes to shatter,
Alike my body which was drilled in no time,
Was it a crime to lead a happy life,
I wonder why I was chosen.
Yes it could be you,
Today or the other day,
Its not new.
Its been there for ages,
One who starts life is not allowed to live,
She has to die—in the Womb or outside.

                       


Now I leave behind those happy moments,
And go far to a place unknown,
So far that am shielded,
Shielded from the savage race- the Humans.

Pages from my Anthology

                            INSPIRED (2nd June 2006)     


                             
Faint music and voice so low,
Still were the steps graceful and glow,
As little drops fill the sea,
Her little steps could enthrall the Thee.
Sadness and happiness for you and for me
But why is that happy you and not me?

Had I been in her place,
I would have said-
Life is not a bed of roses, but still not of thorns too,
Then is that I crave for more and lose all that I have too.
Fame is what I fight to win
But she likes to be her own pleasure queen,
Simple stuffs are her possessions,
Which I keep and throw at will
Call her poor but me too neither rich!
She can learn when none to teach
Then why can’t I when I have others who preached.
Life started from the same soul for both of us,
I will end and she too in the same dust.
Thus,
Everything is the same for her and for me,
The only difference, our minds not alike,
The opposite approach we have for life,
Stir my thoughts from from land to sky…

Pages from my Anthology...

                       Behind the veils           (2-02-2009)
    (In search of the true meaning of life)



Life is but so short a journey,
Amidst trials is hidden a silver lining,
To that, all desire for,
For that, whose quest is never ending?

Life is so precious a lesson to learn
With things around,
With the senses being made slave by oneself,
Life is no tedious a run.

Life is a measure of success and triumphs,
With failures being scar to the pride,
But the one learning to stand from humble
Ground and pitches of frown,
Deserves to be adorned with the Victor’s Crown.                    

Life is the way we deal with it
Colored through painted glass and
Vague behind weary eyes,
Its you to choose, you to decide-
Unending plight or essence of life!