Friday, January 20, 2012

Walking through the mazes of life
experiencing its multitude
i swam across the sea of emotions
some pleasant and some putting me to test
i wish that difficult sea has made a mariner worth it
fear and fantasies all woven around
tides of life have not always been that kind
to give me a thoroughfare where i wanted to be.
the yearning of life for incessant love
and indeciphered dreams
engraved on subconscious
by the chisel of time
hope this time
i would find me around!

Monday, January 16, 2012


causes often left behind, frail away with time
institutions however divine, always kept behind
mad about individuals, servile in subconscious
when will we break this jinx?

Be it anaa hazare, sachin tendulkar, rahul gandhi or Atal bihari vajpayee some prominent ones among many more of the like. we as a nation are obsessed with people rather than institutions, causes or ideas. the recent fiaso of indian cricket team in autralia and all our heroes or gods getting failed one after another and mad obsession with hundredth hundred of master blaster and the failure of team on every aspect, i totally agree with justice Katju on what our media is serving us with tantriks, jyotish cheap scandals and cricket, the question is how does this nonsense help our nation to grow, lukewarm response of people to anti corruption movement, failure of BJP on national front after A B Vajpayee. I will blame our hero worship for all this but the question is  where did we got this infection from? Thousand long year of servility by invaders who ruled us acc to the best of their whims. or our religious ideology which told us to be happy in whatever conditions we are and we eshewed all our efforts to come out of it to break this myth of content?   but this can't be whole truth, we as a society were always fragmented amongst ourselves, invaders never have to make special strategies to subdue us, what was required was already inherent in our society, if we look at Britishers political maturity that kept monarchy as an institution but real monarchy or monarchy from their psyche was died long back . what they kept was an institution to rever their historical belongings which they connected to as a source of their grandness and to maintain structural firmities. but all this was possible because they were awake to their social realities and not under a slumber which could have been a leftover of their weaknesses of the past. or for that case take America, their policies are made by voters for instance when a hawkish rightist bush didn't fit the scene any more or for the case republicans they made a historical change by choosing the first black president who was a Democrat(liberal), can we Indians ever afford a Muslim prime minister, no because it didn't suit our political equations, these equations are not made by political parties which we curse for every infirmity of ours, rather they are intertwined in our psyche, may be a gift nourished by the Britishers(whom we fire with salvos for every failure of ours having its root in our historical traditions) unless we get out of this quagmire of fetish for individuals and take the responsibility of our nation as whole, control our population, raise our educational standards (not only literacy rates) ,unlessthe growth and enviornment balance will be antonyms to each others we will not fing a answer to our problems.

Osama was killed in a manner which made a skeptic like me making umpteen equations of what really would have happened but the recent memo of zardari made the things more clear, the Pakistanis authorities were keeping and hosting laden not on their own initiative but he has been captured far ago by Pakistani forces on the behest of America and was kept for the day of justice which can suit American policies, i also suspect if he has really been killed or was it another camouflage on their part if taken my advice i Will go for the second option. so what is being pretended by ruling dispensations is often an eyewash to serve their implicit issues.i even wonder that osama has made CIA run for 12 long years to send him to gallows, there must be something behind it. next is pak-US relations what is their basis and what is their future is something to ponder about, if Americans fear terrorism and religious fundamentalism how can they support a regime which they know is covertly aiding these elements, what is the general people perception about Americans in Pakistan and how can a govt supporting such intruders can be there on thrown for so long.this case is really amusing.

Saturday, January 14, 2012


A poor famer was passing trough woods, going to a town to buy goods for the upcoming festival. the festival is the occasion when villagers used to spent their earnings which they have earned throughout the year. but something unexpected happened he was robbed on the way by dacoits of the forest who were famous and dreaded for such notorieties of theirs, the head of this gang was a robust man with big moustache, he looked ugly and ferocious. when they held the man and coerced him to give away his money and belongings he pleaded them for pity as the festival is approaching, and after a long time of restrain and hardship his kids and wife are looking his way for some good time so that they can enjoy that ephemeral moment to get ready for the arduous routine, kindly dont trample that hope of theirs, when i will go home wretched and empty i wont be able to see that hope melting down to tears on their cheeks. its this hope on which we poor live, kindly dont do this to me, whatever else you will ask me to do i will do that, listening to all his pleads, the dacoits who were till now oblivious of all thier virtue and morality melt down and, got ready to leave him but on condition that farmer will not tell about this incident to other people as it will ruin their prospets of their future loots, as hearing about his amnesty all people will pretend to them to be poor and desperate and thouh we are in this profession we cant stand such emotive compunctions, farmer wailing for life get readily agreed to their terms and thanked god, he went to town bought goods and took them back home, seeing their father back with new clothes and sweets children became vivacious and told their mother about his arrival who also came out to see him, all of them celebrated the festival went to temple ate some nice food and  slept with their heart filled with joy and stomach filled of delicious food , wife was looking at the trauma on his husband's face asked is everyting ok? husband said yes, but why are you asking this question, Wife told that he didnt looked that happy what he was on previous festivities and little restive too. He said yes on the way, but remembring his promise to dacoits he changed his sentence and said he met a wild beast and thats why he is little furious. wife believed him and slept though surprised as meeting wild beast is a common occurance in village and it has happened to him in the past. On next day when the family woke up and began their routine chores, husband went to farm, to his surprise he found that someone had watered his farm even before he came, amused at who could have done it he asked the nearby farmers, they were totally unaware about it but said probably god is happy at him and thus helping him, farmer though happy in his heart was still perplexed about what has happened. so he didnt had to do much hard work on that day as much of it has been already done he palnted some saplings of crop and as evening approached he left for home only to knew that someone has left grain sacks in the backyard of the home, now farmer was more perlexed as they didnt have even food to eat and again somebody has helped him, he did'nt slept all that night glad and bewildred, when he wake up he asked his wife to be cautious because of such mysterious things are happening. ( incomplete, just trying to see where does my imagination goes)


again and again running behind the muse
no one else here to amuse
i drowned in myself
looking for eternity
i cant see a thing beyond myself
is it my shadow which i keep clashing
whom do i long for, is it again me
where do my pensiveness end
not again, it is me again
why is it so hard to look beyond myself
may be everything i percieve
is my conciousness, which i sense.

Friday, January 6, 2012

My imagination

often perceived the artistic acumen
but always confused,
is it true, or my artistic
may be a delusion of grandeur
boundaries though i always loathe
yet couldn't mustered the courage
to break these ice wall
where i could assert my true self
to the mortals whom i fear
would not able to digest
the food i will offer them
since than searching for a soul
which can hold my hand
see my soul and its pining
to express myself, as i am
veils and disguise, now brings to standstill
the flow of the brook of imagination
which need someone to remove those stones
of perception and prejudices
and let the sublimity and subtlety
mix with ether of my world
which i have created
with all my dreams and ideas
dialectical debate may critic it
still for me it is as true as myself
should i negate my existence
for the sake of theoretical claims
or let me dive into the ocean
of love and life
because for me love is source of creativity
and life its expression
i don't know what cruelty is
is it absence of love
or some other expression of life
to maintain its equilibrium?


who am i?
i repeatedly asked this question to myself
am i a animal with ability to think
am i a soul who tints like flame
am i trying to run away from me
or am i trying to be one with me
all opposites are destined to meet
thats true
no results and claims
worth telling worth a stint
walking togeather with hands in hands
holding my fingers, soothing my head
looking me deep inside my eyes
beautiful to imagine, hard to find

Wednesday, January 4, 2012


life needs new beginning, new vigour to keep it fresh and save itself from stagnancy. last moment better or worse has passed, don't pick the old whatever it may be. what you want from past has entered your blood and genes which you need not to worry about. this is how humanity has acquired so may traits and keep changing and modifying them, and that's what i feel nature wants from us, be vivid, be lively, be ephemeral, be eternal. like the snake leaves its skin, dead cells pass away, thoughts and ideologies to needs to be freed from prejudices and opinions whenever they seem getting harder in your mind. Freedom of mind is the biggest prerequisite for creativity and imagination, old thoughts obstruct its way like old hardened rocks.. i wish i could break them and move farther with passing time so that i can find myself new and enjoyable to myself and to everyone else.