Thursday, 17 October 2013

The Moon's Musing

The moon peeped in ,
Through the window last night ,
Pondering , musing and mulling ,
Over the sight.
It saw an young lass ,
With straight brown hair ,
And pristine black eyes ,
Gazing up above ,
Aimlessly into the sky .
Curiosity built up in his head ,
And wanting things to be a bit more clear ,
The moon wanted to know the reason ,
Behind the dried up trails of tears .
What could  ever scathe ,
Her lovable unadulterated heart ,
The loss of a dear one,
Or an obscure deceit ,
A long lost love ,
Or a frustrating defeat .
Brooding over his thoughts ,
And getting entangled in his mind ,
He wondered ,
Can ever the Devine be so unkind ?
If not anything , then let me just say ,
The cool breeze to blow by ,
Letting her nous go astray .
Pleased with his never ending efforts ,
She resolved not to let them go futile ,
And not to drop down tears or cry .
The moon and the lass ,
Agnised that day,
It’s no use to dwell within the confines of the psyche ,
Rather , brush off the agony ,
Ignoring the unnecessary hype .

                    

Monday, 14 October 2013

Free Soul...

Tie me down ,
If you ever can ,
I will fly across , my wings trudged in air .
Pierce me inside ,
With shrapnel of any kind  ,
Heal I will thyself.
Break me apart ,
With bruising words ,
I will stand up , picking pieces amass
Burn me down ,
Enkindling  any  flame ,
Like a Phoenix I will rise from my ashes that remain .
Suffocate me in chambers  ,
Of your choice ,
I will dig a hole for the breeze to aerate .
Negotiate the rates ,
You think  my  future’s  in your hands ,
Don’t ...
I can absolve from inviolable strands 
Play all tricks as you wish dear ,
My heart’s  a barren place devoid favour or fear ,
Indulge in fruitless endeavours  sans  lead ,
Rather , refrain is my advice instead .
I can’t be entrapped partly or whole ,
Coz...I am a free soul .



Friday, 11 October 2013

The Lone Matchstick

“A very severe cyclonic storm is approaching  and may hit the coastal districts in two days .”  Declared the news channel.  Mahesh babu picked the phone and dialled his residence number.
“Hello”...Madhvi...did you see the news ?
Arrey ..don’t worry I will manage everything. Just make a list of items required and i will be ready.  After all , if not now then when will I use the power of my  chair ...Ha..ha..
Boasted Mahesh babu. For few seconds he felt like those one in a million souls who are just born lucky . Because in times of crisis if anybody is the boss , it’s the govt.official .
He signalled the peon to come in. Yes , Raghu take this money and go to the market  right now. If someone asks , just say I have sent you for some emergency work.  And ya , first go to my quarters , take the list from madam..and then bring everything as she says.
Ok...  now go..
Like a dutiful employee , Raghu followed his master’s orders and marched ahead , like a soldier marching towards the frontiers on the orders of his senior officer.
In the evening , Mahesh babu returned home . Seeing him , his son came running and hugged him .
Mahesh babu  took him in his arms and kissed his cheeks .
So , what did you learn at school today Subham...asked Mahesh babu.
With lots of excitement , Subham replied  I learnt about types of houses. Pucca house and Kutcha house . Pucca houses are more stronger than kutcha houses. Come sun or rain , we are safe in a pucca house. But a kutcha house may break down , if there is  very severe rain or storm . 
“Arrey..wah” ! you have learnt so many things...my sweet beta... Mahesh babu said and kissed Subham again...displaying his fatherly affection as well as pride.  He thought to himself , if this small chap can remember so many things today , then the day isn’t far when he can remember more complex and critical concepts and secure a seat for himself in a prestiguos institution . He was immersed in his own thoughts when  his wife Madhvi came and pulled him back to real life .
“What are you thinking ?” she asked . Mahesh babu smiled  and said...”Fathers” ..you know how calculative they become about the future .
 “Ok”...leave all that and get freshened up now.
“Alright..alright ...I am going”..
Just then Raghu arrived .” Sir” , I have brought everything Madam ordered. Not just that , rather I brought more than required . Who knows what will be the situation next. Govt has declared high alert . So it’s better to be prepared.  There were so many  people in the grocery shop. Everybody was trying to get hold of the stuff . But I succeeded in bringing first. As soon as I told your name , the shopkeeper made a special packet for you sir. 
“Oh!...Raghu let it be...leave it now and go  home , try to arrange bare minimum necessities.”
“Ok...Sir”..said Raghu and left.
“What is a cyclone ?...Papa” ...asked Subham showing his childhood inquisitiveness.
“Well...a cyclone happens ..when wind blows at a very high speed ,breaking away everything that comes in it’s way . And it may also rain very heavily .” Mahesh babu tried to explain in a very simple way .
“So , will it blow away our house also”asked Subham in a scary voice.
“Oh..no ..my dear...your papa has a strong house . It won’t get blown .It will give all of us a secure shelter.  You were saying naa..just sometime back about pucca house and kuccha house. Ours is a pucca house. It will withstand every storm.”
Subham was a bit relieved . But suddenly again he seemed worried  . 
“Papa , then will Kanha’s house get blown away . If that happens then where will they live. They have just one small kutcha house . Kanha was saying me yesterday .”
“Who is Kanha ?” asked Mahesh babu a little perplexed.
“He is our maidservant’s son. Sometimes he comes with her , in the evening and Subham plays with him . So both have become good friends”...said Madhvi .
 This thing wasn’t accepted well by Mahesh babu. He asked his wife ,not to let Subham play with such people .
“Papa..papa...say..naa..what will happen to Kanha’s house .”
Mahesh babu got a bit irritated .”Don’t ask so many questions ..go and do your homework .”
“But..papa”... “ No..just go .” 
Subham left..a bit dejected.
It’s raining continuously since three days. The charge of the  emergency light is about to give up  . Most of the trees in the locality have got uprooted bringing down the electric poles with them. There is no hope of current being restored soon .
“Madhvi..Madhvi”..Mahesh babu called for his wife .” Get the candles ready .I don’t think we can rely on the emergency lamp for tonight .”   Mahesh babu was saying this to his wife , when the light went out ...leaving them stranded in complete darkness .
“Oh..my God ..what do we do now ? “ “Arrey...don’t worry just light the candles.”   “But..but”...  “But ..what..Madhvi”... Asked Mahesh babu..concerned .
“There is no matchstick.” “ Ok..no problem . Light the gas ...and then light the candle. “
“Actually ..the lighter isn’t working . so I was lightening it with matchsticks  How they got over I don’t know .I just forgot to say Raghu to bring Matchboxes that day . In such hurry , I just forgot  about it. What do we do now ?” Asked Madhvi getting worried as well scared ,fearing her husband’s reaction .
Mahesh babu was not able to figure out what to do . He was cursing himself for not having rechecked the items .
And ...just then Subham handed him a match box with a single match stick. Mahesh babu lit the candle. He looked at Subham and asked him from where did he get it .
He replied..” Papa...few days back when I was playing with Kanha , he had given me this as we were making sofa sets for my school crafts project .  When you and mama were talking about matchbox and thinking how to light the candles , I remembered about it . Kanha had given me some old match boxes and one of them had this stick. I asked him to keep that match box with him . But he said ..what will he do with this one stick and gave me back saying I should keep it ..who knows it may help me in some time of need.”

Mahesh babu...couldn’t say anything .He just looked at the candle illuminating his home in the darkness of the night .


Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Ordeal Of A Different Kind...

For years I stayed ,
In the same place ,
Protecting you and your family...
From every approaching storm...
Upholding my poise , maintaining my calm.
Fiery summer noons , freezing winter nights...
My body signalled to give up...
Still I persevered with all my might.

As the showers of first rain touched the earth...
It spread a curve on yours lips...
But ...I had to face the wrath...
Of lightening and thunder bolts spreading across the sky ,
Searching for a link to merge with the land dry.

Friends , Relatives or Acquaintances ,
If they come over ...
Appreciate the magnificent glass windows ,
But forget to recognise me ... giving it cover .
May be the graceful black frames were more alluring for their eyes .
It was wrong for me to expect , to get noticed with a torso of pale white.

Slowly as the night creeped in...
Spreading  silver rays of the moon
I felt I have found my long lost friend in him ,
Precious and pure...just like  a flowing stream.
This imaginary world of mine ,
 Crashed down like a pack of cards
Reminding me of my duties ,
Declaring I am mere guard .
Every night when you close the windows ,
Securing your land of dreams ,
Somber heart of mine..quietly screams.

Over a decade I awaited , spinning strands of love ,
Desiring to unite with my old friend , Amidst lovely ballad songs.
Patience rewards you the most , I realized  that day ...
When your house was rejuvenated , for the need of more space.
You  removed me from the old room
And restored , in a new block...
Where ,
Forget about anybody else , even there was no window to pull me back.

My languish of decades ...came to an end,
Breaking  unseen chains ,
Letting me feel the gentle breeze and the first drops of rain .
Glad I am at your humble thoughts of not replacing me ,
Rather , helping me in finding myself and understanding my worth..
Honestly today , till my very core...spread a galvanising thrill ,
Yes , I did feel it...Although I am a mere  Iron Grill .










Sunday, 6 October 2013

You can still Hold on...

There may be moments when you feel  a bit down ,
Nothing seems like working out around ,
You feel  there’s  a mountain tasked ahead ,
But which path to follow isn’t decided yet,
What’s wrong and what’s right can’t figure out ,
Tired of noises  hovering around ,
Overloaded  problems like spilt over cup ,
Want to shout and say everyone to stop .
From useless advices or cajoled words ,
Want to run somewhere far...
To a land devoid of any tensions  .
Where earnings are not in rupee ,dollar or dinar ...
But pure happiness  as pay check and also as pension ,
To a land satiated with childhood innocence ,
Where it isn’t necessary to always make sense,
To a land of honesty and selfless love ...
Where  every moment can be spent with your Heart throb ,
A land  where dreams aren’t ocean’s apart ,
Rather remain in your embrace and never depart .
Then ...
Say to yourself  “ I won’t break down” ,
Even if it seems things aren’t working out ...
Because ...
Whenever you feel all  Hope has gone ,
Remember ...You can still Hold on .



 

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