Saturday, January 19, 2008

The Architect of the Cosmos

The day i was born
A tiny pink soul,
He witnessed my squeals;
He witnessed my tears;
And at times witnessed
When i fell to
My soft little paws...

Yet, he did nothing
But was
Waiting and Watching.

I grew into a Child,
Unaware of the World
He heard my tricycles tring-g-ling;
He heard my heart sing;
And at times heard me Sob
When i fell short of
Enough love...

Yet he did nothing
But was
Waiting and Watching.

The child grew into a Rebel,
Grounded by the Evil's air.
He saw me rip away my Innocence;
He saw me as a maniac riding storms;
And at times he saw me
Confused with the insanity
In search of my True Self...

Yet he did nothing
But was
Waiting and Watching.

The rebel turned to a Lover,
Blinded by Untamed Ardor.
He felt my heart flourish with Passion;
He felt my desire to savour Devotion ;
And at times he felt
My helpless efforts
To veil my Affection...

Yet he did nothing
But was
Waiting and Watching.

The Lover is now a Philosopher,
Hidden under the Poetic Disguise.
He stands across, on the other side;
He stands holding the Wand of Light;
And he still stands motionless
When i crawl up to his feet
pleading him to Embrace me...

Yet he does nothing.
But is
Waiting and Watching.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

The Feeling of Love

You Stand Alone, in the humid place. A droplet of sweat runs down your brow... And suddenly the cool breeze runs across the meadow combing through your hair... a Sweet Scent it carries... It smooches your face...You are thankful, you are obliged. Although you don’t remember, when it came and how it died...

But for the breeze, I know, she traveled many miles... just to touch you, to feel you... now she takes along your fragrance, wherever she goes... bubbling with glee and happiness of having met you... She tells every new face she meets, that she touched you... and your scent to her bosom she keeps...

She does know, that she'll soon have to die... but she doesn't regret; for she holds you close, as she loved you the most... And every time she takes a new form, she'll come to meet you, as the wind, the rain or the froth... She'll touch you, love you and will bury herself dead, knowing that her only purpose of life was ... You ...

Friday, January 11, 2008

Immortal Silence

I hear
Voices in my head...

They Mumble something
Something so Inaudible

They say
They are the Children of Silence...

They sing
Their rhythm resonates...

The lyrics though not Comprehensable
The meaning though Obscure

The beats force my heart
To drench in the Enigma of the moment...

This Music of Silence shall forever bestow
In my Mind, Body and Soul...

I shall betray this Immortal Silence
To speak a Word,
A Name,
Only once
And that is when i lay
Next to my Epitaph...

Thursday, January 3, 2008

The Gift of Life

I still remember every moment of that night... I was sitting in my cabin, in the late hours of night, working on my laptop, clearing the past week's toxic mess. Most of the people had moved out, and the others were just about to leave the office. But that night, i thought i would have to spent my whole life there... as the work seemed endless! I paused for a while and leaned on the chair and stretched a bit. My back was killing me. My eyes moved on to a photo frame kept on my desk... “how lovely she looked in that picture " I told myself. My life was a roller coaster, until she came in. She meant a lot to me. Well, not 'a lot', she meant everything to me!

I was lost in those thoughts when my cell screeched out, notifying me about an urgent message, I'd been waiting for that message since the past one week... I shut the laptop, grabbed my car keys n rushed out at once.

I entered the main gate of the hospital. "Oh! I hated that clinical stench!" I told myself... but right now it didn’t matter to me.... I stalked over to the reception n then as advised by some doctor, waited in the lounge. Her face kept flashing before my eyes... "How would she be?" I kept on asking myself... The wait seemed like eternity.

Suddenly, I heard the door knob 'click' open... A nurse rushed out carrying something close to her. The doctor followed out. She smiled and said, “Congratulations, You have a girl. Your wife's alright, but she needs some rest for the time being." I entered the door behind her... I went up to her, held her hand and smiled. Her half smile, across her face ensured me that she was alright. The same nurse entered the room. This time, she took my notice. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time now. A moment when I could hold something and felt that I possessed it, and owned it.

She leaned forward and handed her over to me.

I felt her warmth. She was small, tiny, delicate... she was simply beautiful, wrapped in this soft white linen that seemed to be rough to her. Till now, I used to think she was mine... but now I started feeling just the opposite. I was her's. She was something that was gifted to me. The only gift life had given me. I held her close. Really close. I feared to hurt her. It struck me, at once, a feeling of responsibility. I was responsible for her now. I had to protect her, nurture her, love her; not because of the only reason that she was mine; but because of the reason that I was a slave to her now. I knew that I wouldn’t, even in my dreams, be able to repay her with what she had given me. She gave me all what I needed; happiness, contentment, responsibility, tranquility, courage... and all that i lacked. I felt a huge void in my heart. It seemed as if a fairly large part of my heart was eroded off my body, and now there I was, holding her in my arms. At he same time, that void, seemed to overflow with the joy of not losing myself. I then, realized the motive of my life. My heart now beats within this little being.... I had never held a baby before in my life. I felt awkward. But I thought, has SHE ever been held by anyone in her life?? No. She hasn’t. Then if she's not scared to live her first moment then why should I be scared?! She hadn’t opened her eyes as yet. But she had stopped crying. Maybe because she was in my arms... It occurred to me... will I be able to protect her all along? No one ever knew. The answer was no. She wasn’t going to be with me forever. I was taken aback by the thought. A tiny tear rolled down my cheek. But I held onto her, promising myself that I wouldn’t waste a moment of our time together. I'll teach her everything she would want to know. I'll prepare her to face this world. I'll teach her to fight the evil. I'll be there with her forever. I am a father. I am scared if I’d make a good father or a bad one. But I am sure, that This lil' girl of mine would be something big in life, someone people would look up to. She will live a better life than I did. And when I m gone, she'll live for me.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Love - An Ennoblent Force

The Oxford defines 'Love' as - 'a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude towards a person; an intense desire and attraction.' But is this what is love all about? Love can be defined by those who have never known how to love. As for those who have tasted its bitter - sweetness and hard - tenderness, cant think of doing so.

Love is safer in the literary books than it is on open streets. Many a people have been betrayed in the name of love, that has lost its meaning in this dreadful world of folly and miseries. As Shelley quoted, long back, for Love -

"One word is too often profaned
for me to profane it.
One feeling is too falsely disdained
for thee to disdain it.
One word is too like despair
for prudence to smother.
And pity for thee more dear;
than that for another."

Love is now a mere word, which is being used irreverently, is mocked at, and is suppressed by discretion. The word - 'Love', can surely be found on every tongue; but not a spec of this pure feeling will echo amongst the walls of our conventional mind-sets. Today, 'Love' is just a claim, a commitment, that no longer comes from the heart.
Nothing called 'True Love' exists in this world. If it does, then what would be False Love? Love is Love. If it ain’t true, it ain’t love.

Love is what our origin is and it is what will fall in the path ahead. It is through the eyes of love that one can see, how tenderly a mother holds her 3 months old dream, wrapped in the softest of linens that she could fine, so that he might not get bruised. She can sit and stare at him for hours together, with tears of joy welding in her eyes, looking at him and wondering - How beautiful is her own creation! She protected him within herself and now that he has entered the arena of this world, she has to be ever more protective and ever vigilant for her new being. She can sacrifice her own breaths for him, as she knows, that even if she wouldn't live, he'd be alive to make her immortal. This is Love.

When a man driven by his materialistic goals, retrieves home, tired and exhausted, only to find his little angel at the door step, eagerly waiting for a drive, he wouldn't mind carrying her in his weary arms and fulfilling her childish desire. Her glittering eyes, her melodious squeals and the tiny garland of her tender arms around his neck, he knows, this is what he lives for. This is Love.

In the gloomiest of nights or the brightest of delights, one cannot, within himself contain, the way he feels. We all need someone, who'll be present at any point of time... who'll call up, before you think of doing the same, and will say - "Did you want to talk?" Someone without whose support, you may not be able to stand upright in the toughest of times and you may not even survive without sharing a stupid joke! This is what is friendship all about. This is Love.

When you find your mate and you dare to be yourself with him. You share with him the deepest and the darkest of your emotions, philosophies and incidents. You admire the beauty of his inner soul and outward the appearance doesn't matter. You know him in and out - his goodness as well as his darker side, yet you still admire and respect him for who he is. Once you blend with his inner being, you attain the purity of being intimate with him, and express your deepest feelings. Love being an ongoing renewal of companionship, is a thing of beauty. While relationships are ugly. Love ain’t a relationship. It only relates.

If ever you come across someone who has been through bad times in life, and he tells you, "I wont/ cant love again..."; you must know, that he hasn't ever been in love. If a person truly loves, he loves for a lifetime. Once loved, always loves. The purest form of love can't be determined as love in its different forms is incomparable. But the form of love, that is of the highest degree and that wins a lifetime, is Divine Love. When you love someone with such great devotion and intense affection, expectation nothing in return, without laying any conditions and sacrificing all you have, you attain a state of its Divinity. The person needn't be perfect, but your love for him must be perfectly pure. Remember, Soul mates aren't perfect. But they are perfect for each other. He needn't be your life partner; he can be a friend, a guardian, a co-worker or even a stranger. Love has to be expressed. But Divine Love doesn't. It reflects in your eyes, in your smile, in your voice and in your soul.

"The desire of the moth for the star
of the night for the morrow.
The devotion to something afar
from the sphere of our sorrow."

The Divinity of this love comes in when you know that the person is unattainable, yet you love him as much as you do love yourself, knowing that he is a part of you. It is a worship that when offered with the purest of intensions and utter devotion, it is bound to break even god's denial. It is a devotion to something unachievable, something so far that the distance losses itself in empty spaces. Love is beyond words. Love is beyond all levels of devotion and spiritualism.

In Divine Love, you love that some one so intensely, that you enter such a state, where in you not only love him, but everyone and everything around you, even yourself. You start liking things you never did earlier. The smallest of incidents bring immense happiness to you, and you don’t miss any opportunity to make someone happy. You stop, and smell a blooming flower, you savor every rain drop, you cherish the wood pecker's serenade, you even cry when your happiness outbursts. People find you radiating with joy and happiness, brimming with love. You find him present amongst no one and yet amongst everyone. His voice, his face, his smile, his touch will always be felt at any point of time. In every face, you will find his glimpse. You expect nothing. You desire nothing. Not even him, who you love. You set him free and watch him soar above. You attain a level of self-contentment and you need nothing more in life. You are so thankful to your lord, to have given you this exquisite life to live, to have been granted a chance to spread happiness, and to have come across the person, you love. You evolve for good and become a better person each day. Each day, you win a smile and you make it a point to do it everyday. People start seeking you for you become an instigator of security, companionship, protection and support. You not only brighten your own life, but your liveliness enlightens the moments you spend with the others. Your reservoirs of love, multiply with every new soul that you come across and you engulf each heart with your love.

The power of love can heal one and all. Even a person in immense pain needs nothing but loves tender touch. If it hurts to look at him in pain, love till it hurts no more. You aren't doing this to make the world a better place. The world is a huge place for a singleton like you. But by spreading love, induces within us a sufficing relief, while at the same time a never quenching thirst to love yet more. A Paranoia to spread love towards all horizons imbibes within you.

So come, Indulge yourself into the wilderness of this insatiable all consuming fire of Love.