August, the highfalutin !

When the aura of extravagant disposables have dampened and the pseudo-delusive images have faded, then even to the baronial princess ( the August), the realities of life do not just blink, but stare at her like a monstrous beacon of Karma. I have come to realize, that it is upon us whether we can perceive the depth of the orbit we live in, see the writing on the wall , take on the challenges of life, or just let the winds of bête noire sweep us. At times, yes I am seized by fear, a macabre feeling of the worst to come, but certainly I don’t live mired in it……..                                                                                                    

 It had discerned on me that I had to steamroll by backbone, embolden my pericarp, if I had to be the Survivor.

The Law of Enforcement !

When I could not protect the essence of that word ,

How could I place the book of my love on your hands.

That which cannot be answered are questions to me,

Seemingly nothing but are mystically sublime.

My words are always tracing your watchful silhouette,

Radiant and lustrous are those thoughts of mine.

We don’t fathom what touches our heart and souls,

But do feel the droplets of the showering rain upon us.

And when the waterfalls reach the force of the rapids -

Then our diminutive life which is in a sleepy mellow,

Will rise with the tides of nature and enrich our lives.

दिली शब्दे बयां !

दर्दों  में  जकड़े हुए थे हम ,

और इसका इल्म भी नहीं हुआ ,

कि ज़िन्दगी परछाई बनकर सामने मुस्कुरा रही थी ,

खुशहाली का आगाज़ (शरुआत) हो चुका था |

अपनी आशिकी के लम्हों को भूल जाना ,

ऐसा कभी तसव्वुर (सोचा) भी नहीं किया था  ,

पर तक़दीर नें जैसे दामन को झिंझोड़ दिया,

 हमारे ज़ामीर को जगा दिया ,

और हम अपनी बेफिक्री की धुनकी में ,

अपनी नुसरत (जीत) की राह पर निकल पड़े ||

Relationships !

Often I wondered what Relationships stood for ?

The Dictionary meaning said “a connection, association, or involvement.”

I often wondered where my relationship currently stood with my near and dear ones ?

I built up my own wall to keep many out of my perceived comfort zone, but soon realized that I had done this like a watchdog ,waiting to see who dares and cares to break it down.

Probably I still believed in the doctrine of meliorism and then my guardian angel spoke out loud and said I had put in enough efforts and adjustments to reach out to my relationships.

Now they should comprehend that their one step can make a whole lot of difference !

But do they care?

 Rancor cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Provocative Challenges !

In the pursuit of happiness, I probably magnetized myself to the situations occuring persistingly around myself.

I realized that I should be more perseverant ,compassionate while dealing with others,yet have the tenacity of a bulldog to get back my health. Perceiving myself to have a dauntless backbone ,I will sustain my grit to face the settings ahead of me and keep up my disposition.

Conscientious Awakening !

Sometimes I wish I were able to win others over to my way of life and thought processes. My convictions were lofty and noble with a willingness to serve. At one time(2004) I had begun to realize that my long standing, coping mechanisms were failing me and that the denial of His illness in which I had operated for nearly 5 years of my life, were causing more damage than preventing it.
My efforts to handle the situation were many times met with derision. I knew I had to delve too deep to keep up my spirits and get my emotional rejuvenation. It would be a worthwhile endeavour. There were skirmishes and altercations but I held on to myself. My bond with my inner self cannot be deciphered in words but my loud conversation with the recesses of heart gave me a life’s lesson of humility and humour.

Now I had a hidden optimism like a blind man talking about the powers of colours. It was like saying that” Dying is a very hard way to know about life.”

Unhappy is the women who awakens from youth’s ignorance to find herself in the house of a man who showers her with gifts and riches and clothes her with generosity, yet is unable to touch her heart with the living flame of love nor satisfy her spirits with the divine wine that should flow from a man’s eyes into a woman’s heart.

Let all find this burgeoning romance and live in the essence of LOVE.

बीते हुए कल में सिर्फ यादें होती हैं , सपने नहीं ||

तुम्हारी  साँस से निकला हुआ धुआं हमारे दिल को छू रहा है ,

तड़प तुमसे शुरू हुई, तो हम रो रो कर किसे रुला रहे हैं ,

तुम्हारी पलको  से निकली हुई शबनम ,हमारी आखों में बस गयी ,

वो चाहत भरी आहें तुम्हारी,  सुनी हमने अपने गुलिस्तां में ,

और जिंदगी हमारी खुशनुमा हो गयी ||