Monday, November 28, 2011

My miserliness to my own life...


Pure, originally uploaded by me2myself(Vaishali).
My inner world is calling out


to evacuate the stinginess I hold for it.


Because I forgot it in the insanities of the out curls


My pleasures now driven by dampness of the futile small things.


Tasting the superficial jaggery, I forgot the taste of the pure dew.


I forgot the ambrosia which takes me to my evolution


from this rugged body to my immortal soul


to quench the thirst of love for my eternal lord.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Do not exploit, give yourself some rest...


From my cuticles to my toes,
They all tell me their woes
They ask me for some pamper,
but how selfish I am, I ignore.
I crucify them to so much pains,
But the prodigal me can't satisy them with the color paints.
There is something more than just exuberance that they need.
Rest and peace is what they want me them to feed.
I prostrate them from every dawn till the late dusk,
Till it pains underneath their husk.
From the epoch when the sparrows crook,
Till the time the bats shook.
I exploit them for longest hours,
But I forget that they are my own part.

One day when they give me back the same heck,
I will be underneath the most fervent wreck.




Monday, August 15, 2011

Take me back in Time...



There was a life full of energy, full of peace and also full of chaos, but still that time had been the best time of my life. Even today the life unfolds the excitement and the sadness as the same deck of cards, in the same unexpected way. Today also, there is a mystery with each new day, a new feeling - good or bad. But still I say that time had been the best time of my life.


If I ever ask myself -Why that time had been the best time of my life? I would resonate and tell the same thing "because that time had given me the people for my lifetime, with whom I want to re-live those moments again and again and tell myself - I want to go back in time". And believe me when I am with those lifetime friends, I actually re-live those memoirs. If I look out the same porch with them now where we have grown up together, the air becomes as lively as it was then, and I feel young again. For that moment I forget that it was a past because my today is what I enjoy as much as my past. And it seems that the numerical number of the years in my life had gone back in time, and I am younger again.

To be honest, whenever we friends meet, we wish to have a time machine which can let us go back in time (It may sound frivolous for oldies like us from early 80's to talk like that, but that's true. We still do that). But if I re-think, we have that time machine with us because we still re-live those memories now as well when we are together.


I don't know if I would have the opportunity in my future as well to enjoy this back in time mode, but one thing is for sure - whenever in time ahead I visit that porch alone, I will still miss those memoirs and would cry at my heart for not being able to re-live those memoirs with the friends who have made it so special for me so that I can say that time had been the best time of my life.



Friday, July 29, 2011

The words are fading...

The words are fading for me,
the power in them, the emotions husked in those,
the words of love, and the words of abhor.  

The words that I now say,
are not so buoyant, not so irate
, and nevertheless so grey.  
No longer they are poignant, no longer they so glee
, and just as bland as they can flee.


Have I lost an expression,
or do I comprehend silence?



Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Broken Wings...


Flight, originally uploaded by me2myself(Vaishali).


I am struggling to fly,

careworn by my broken wings.

But Thy said to me – Fly, fly as much as you can.

Fly, as if you feel is the last day today,

with the broken wings I gave you.

Fly, but not in a way I taught you, or somebody else did.

There is something new you can do with these.

Fly, and make it your supermacy, and your art,

And let every kind say - You are a master, a master of the broken pieces.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Save water!


Save water!, originally uploaded by me2myself(Vaishali).

जल - एक अमूल्य शक्ती जो जनजाति के जीने का आधार हैं

एक ऐसी शक्ती जो जनसमूह को हिलाने की शमता रखती हैं

इसके अभाव में, लोग अपना गाँव छोड़ देते है

और इसके अत्यधिक प्रवाह में, गाँव के गाँव ढेह जाते हैं

इसलिए इस प्राकृतिक संपत्ति के साथ खिलवाड़ ना कीजिये

इस आवश्यक तत्व को आने वाली पीड़ी के लिए बचा के रखिये

वर्ना हर पानी की बूँद आपसे कहेगी

जिसे आप आज तो सुन पा रहे हैं

पर शायद कल को यह बूँद आप की आवाज़ ना सुन पाए

Smoking..


एक धुआँ उठा

और अवशेष छोड़ गया मेरे अंदर

अंदर ही अंदर राख बनता गया यह मेरा शरीर

और यह राख कब बारूद बनी, महसूस ही नहीं  हुआ..



आज जीना चाहता हूँ

लेकिन जी ना पा रहा हूँ मैं

सिर्फ़ कुछ साँसे बाकी है

बस यही कह सकता हूँ - “जब मैं जला - तब पता चला”



Thursday, April 7, 2011

Standing against corruption and supporting Anna Hazare!


Anna Anna! you have raised a lamp towards the cacophony of corruption
A corruption that has been brewed
into the blood of few leaders who should be screwed
You are an old man with the voice of youth
A soul fighting with the nation’s uncouth
...You are not alone in this strife
The whole nation is supporting you in rife
We appreciate your heckle
And thank you for enlightening us before these baddies speckle.
 
Anna Hazare, 73, a retired army person and now a  social activist, has gone on fasting unto death, unless the govt. passes the Lokpal Bill. He is doing this for our generation, for our youth.

Let's spread the word and support him!




Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Nature's love...


Nature's love, originally uploaded by me2myself(Vaishali).

I was lying lazy,
during the late hours in the mazy.
Little light was juggling to enter my room,
to remove the darkness and the gloom.

Suddenly I heard some smacking on the door,
I was juggled by the rage of the roar,
And I rushed to explore.
Some heavy drops thrashed my cheeks,
and calmed down the bitter shrieks.
I felt solaced,
as the cool drops embraced.
It made me feel loved and fondled,
By the nature’s beauty that cuddled.

It was a beautiful rain,
a little clumsy over the lane.
A heavy pour that God had sent,
to awaken my sleeping soul,
And to fill the moment with freshness and content...

Monday, April 4, 2011

My Friend...




Let me try,
leave me alone,
let me take a shower of tears
and be on my own.
Grab a corner,
watch me wordlessly,
just be a mute shadow,
but don't go away, please.
Want you to stay by me
forever, ever and ever.

Thanks for always being there...

Monday, March 14, 2011

When I stepped back...



Delhi traffic..., originally clicked by Vaishali Ahuja.

Her growling made me thunderstruck
I tried to altercate
but could not voice up for longer
And my hands and legs started to quiver stronger.

Her face bulged out while she howled.
Her eyes were extra wide
with her eye buttons appearing almost out of her otherwise beautiful white face
And during this long she did not seem to be from the same human race
I thought to grow up my voice again
but my attempt went in vain.
Next moment I just sat down
My words were now blurred as I had lost the energy to reciprocate.

Soon I realized it had gone beyond the spheres
I stopped, stepped back and moved away with tears.

And this was end of some heinous unknown.

Friday, March 11, 2011

The Chisel of the Soul


Sculpture, originally clicked by Vaishali Ahuja.

The day you know
You hold the chisel
the chisel for your soul
You can emboss, carve
, and embellish it with the kohl.

And so is how you can in-sculpt
the creature lying within you
And furbish a shapeless, texture less piece of stone
into a magnificent piece of paragon.

As a pure soul you emerge
an innocent, flawless art by Thee
which has now been carved
to be able to merge within the Almighty.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

These days...


Impediment, originally clicked by Vaishali Ahuja.

These days, my mind is full of thoughts
and my heart is plethora of feelings
To let them flow out, I desire to put them on paper
but there is some friction, some impediment from within
which makes me keep them off to myself.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Seemed like an eternity...


train..., originally clicked by Vaishali Ahuja.

Everyday every alternate train from my station
Leaves for my destination.
But today the epoch has stopped for me
Every two minutes I see one coming
But each of them to a destination
where I do not want to go.
I sit waiting and wondering
Does any train to my destination exist any longer?
Or is it me who is in illusion from long, seeing them come and go
And the clock has moved only a second during this what I felt as a lifetime.


Has anyone else felt the same,
and sensed this unknown duration as eternity?

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The Woman...


The Woman, originally clicked by Mohit Gupta.


Thou tell the woman
- the life is thine.
A tribute to the God,
a woman is shrine.
The most beautiful architecture by Thee..
The most delicate, honest and an idol of love is she.
Marvellous distinct roles she play,
as a mother, daughter or spouse, she portray.
Doesn't matter through what relation she touches your life,
her presence in your existence is more than rife.


Her smile dodges your loneliness,
Her touch blurs the fear,
Her delicacy amazes,
and her care brings you the peace.


Feel proud and fortunate,
and say thanks to the God
for giving you, the woman of your life...

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Looking out...
























I am a window, a window to the world.


Through me, the light from the world out permeates in,
and the darkness from in flows out,
And nobody knows where they merge.


Some eyes stand by me to watch out.
Sometimes I see blues in those eyes.
To hide the tears from the people in,
they look through me to the world out,
to amalgamate those blues,
in the outside hues.


Looking out are some tiny smiles,
the gleam of the blush, eclipsed under the veil.
From the world in, the pinkness of the cheeks they conceal,
to brew these tiny smiles
in the cacophony of the world out.



The tragic yet beautiful world outside
is fast, galloping in its own pace.
And the mundane world in,
crawls when I want it to race.
How much these worlds contrast,
but somewhere they have to coalesce.