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Learning to live, living to learn

She told the sky

Be with me, will you

she told the sky and he smiled

she asked for a moment

And he turned around

Out against the raging storms

the rising oceans

the smouldering clouds

her heart waned and waxed

in love and pain and hurt

in moments of gloom

he sometimes became a twinkling star

yet so far so far so far

she feared the heart that yearned so much

the tongue that spelt

the thoughts that felt

deep imprints on the soul

but the voice,ah, the voice

like none she found

called out in dreams

and lonely nights

bewildering and soothing all at once

fearful of showing

and tearing to break

the dreams strecth asking for courage

travelling on sighs the tears swell

the spirit though looked on and laughed

as if she were a stranger far

so gathering cold spread from

outside in or inside out

thus, she thought and held silence!

Ps: thoughts that rise

Hear my song

Would you hear my song

sung in my native tongue

sweeter than honey

would you know of my pain

when my home was wrecked

by machines that ran amok

would you stop to think

what you have done to me

my home of children five

our need for food, sleep and shelter too

if only, dear love, you had come

to see me as your own

you would have known

how precarious the trees

are as my haven

how insufficient the berries

that grow for us and you

how little of our thirst

is ever quenched

how our existence is a mere blotch

but first, love, you will have

to own yourself and yours’

maybe then you will start to think of me

till such time I am doomed

and so are my kind.

Ps: What a tailed friend said!

Chaotic Winter Dreams

Dont ask me of the ways

or waywardness of the mind

nor of the sudden surges of emotion

that create runaway commotions

and rock the heart of its seat

hither tither everywhere

nor of the calm that sometimes possess

and emanate from the deep soul

crafting a carefree bubble as it were

and holds a pain and a smile alike

kissing it all azure love

in winters when the hearts grow warm in hope

dreams float in distant entranced thoughts

a shoulder perhaps hopes to hold a hermit

and grow together in dreams and do’s

dreams maythen grow roots in fantasies

and find ways to travel to realities

coz tomorrows come and paint pictures that

hold a hand, lend a hope, watch a smile and watch it again

Sky Madness

‘You must be mad’, said the sky

‘to cling to me like a child

to yearn for attention

and ask for affection

remember life is a lone toil

get on, get moving’

‘but, but’, she tried to express

‘I have always been strong

stood straight and leaned on self

sometimes to have a hand to hold

or a ear to hear

or a friend to share a smile

or just to laugh out loud

is just rightful wishing, hmm?’

‘Perhaps’ he nodded a bit annoyed

‘the stars are many

my vision unlimited

my journey is to the unknown

time is too precious

if at the turn of the horizon yonder

where the blue skies meet the rainbows

where thunders gather their light and fire

where the sun comes to fill his quota of light

there the stars dance till it is night

if we meet there we will see

till then, ciao, until we meet again’

and she was glum and a bit lost.

Walk away

Walk away walk away

steady steps

feet so sure

against the rains

the raging storms

the thunder strike

or welling tears

walk away walk ahead

straight the back

high the head

sing a song

lull the fears

take the plunge

erase the past

walk away

to bright morrows

that beckon from far

hopes that shine

and smiles that grow

walk away walk away

Faraway, faraway

faraway, farway

I hear a song

sung for me

I hear the tune

I note the swing

in the wind

and the dancing leaves

the sky so far

the clouds now so dark

and then so light, now finely sit

around a hope and fan it true

in the heart there grows a dream

that reaches the eyes and sheds in tears

grows in sighs and forlorn smiles

then looks ahead at the western sky

glimmering sun setting far takes with him

the shreds of pain, the shards of shame

and leaves behind a blushing hue

of a faraway song,

of a faraway song

sung for me against the western sky!

PS: a song break- why holidays are good!

To click or not to click

Yesterday we had visitors at home. My brother’s best friend who has since been adopted as ‘son’ by my mom and dad, when my father gushingly admits, ‘he calls me his achan’, making me smile, visited us with his adorable kids and his beautiful highly educated wife.

As the talks veered into different directions, me and mom nudged the kiddos to sing a song or say something and they did with great elan. We clapped and roared in laughter at their enthusiasm.

As I was in the moment, my mind urged me to capture that moment, while another part asked me to let the event be, let the moment happen as it is, it is not necessary to capture everything and share, in this case with my daughter!

So, I kept wondering at that urge in me to share these days and the use of the gadget to interefere in moments of joy, moments of sheer happiness awe or wonder at something that is not an everyday stuff or just a new perspective at what is indeed an ‘everyday seen in a new light’.

Anyways like everything else clicking pictures of anything and everything is well, another way to communicate, perhaps!

So what you do you think? Do you also reach out to your phone to capture a moment, all too soon, or do let it go by, lost to posterity!

तन्हाई

तन्हाई का यह रंग कुछ नया सा था
इस बार कुछ अलग ही चाल भी
आवाज़ भी बोल भी तो मैं भी सोचने
लगी कुछ तो है बदला बदला सा है
आवाज़ नींद में भी जैसे गूँज रहा हो
ऐसा जैसा कोई पुकार रहा हो
बस दूर से एक आवाज़ बस शब्द
न कोई चेहरा न कोई पहचान
अँधेरा जैसे कुछ कम हो गया हो
जैसे दिल मैं कोई नया सा राग
कुछ हल्का होने का अहसास
कुछ नया भिगाडके बनने का आस
कुछ नयी सी रौशनी
पर विश्वास जो टूट गया हो
जल्दी वापस नहीं जुड़ती
तो बस अब समय
का इंतज़ार है
यह रास्ता किस तरफ मुड़ेगा
चलो यह भी देख लेते है

Lost sky

Come this way I told the sky

I spread my skirt and made some space

among the clouds I searched for him

and the sky said he had lost his way

between the azure, the dark purple ones and the light

blues of the fluffy candies of the heaven

‘I have lost my way with too many goodies

I know not which one to choose’

funny, said I, if only you knew the worth

you would pick the right one up

‘but you see’, said the sky half laughing

‘last time I chose I was slapped twice!’

What the tree said!

Coz you can’t see our tears

don’t think that we don’t cry

coz you won’t know the colour of our blood

don’t assume that we don’t bleed

coz you see us rooted and incapable of escape

don’t believe that we succumb

the lives that we bear

the hopes that we spread

the stories that we have heard

and choose not to tell

are not yoursto know

who ever built to perish!

only men will know!

not every scream is loud

nor is every pain palpable

not every drop of blood is red

nor is every silence an acceptance

whoever built to perish!

only the men will know!

Then the oracles shall speak!

Then the heavens shall tear!

PS: Development at Tumkur road