A change of times!!

The journey from the "chronos" moments to the serenity of "kairos" awaits beginning...Its just a matter of taking the first step towards the destination !

दौड़......

दुनिया की इस भीड़ में भी,
जाने कितनी तनहाई है
इन्सां तो नज़र आते हैँ पर,
लगते जैसे परछाई हैं

कोई आवाजें देता हे,
कोई कोमल मुस्काता हैँ
इस मन बहलाती कोशिश में,
जाने कितनी सच्चाई हैँ

हर कोई चलता जाता हैँ,
अपनी धुन, अपनी मस्ती में
जाने किस मंज़िल को पाना,
हर इक दिल की चाहत हैँ

YOU and I

Sometimes i feel i was so wrong,
In feeling that i did belong,
In these dark woods of blissful life..

I did believe in fairies then,
In flying horses and wishing wells,
and i thought they were ever as true,
As the sun shining in the sky so blue

Sometimes the sun shone truly bright,
And brought into my life, a ray of light,
Sometimes the darkest clouds dread near,
and made my heart go limp with fear

I thought of you in the wilderness,
You were that beat my heart would not miss,
Thinking of you made me want to live,
A best shot at life i did want to give..

In days that passed i have come to see,
that all that was just a fantasy,
You chose our path shud never meet,
your efforts at this though i tried to beat...

They say, you can never lose something which you never had at all,
But i guess i did lose you afterall....

मी.......

रंगात जीवनाच्या मिसळून वाहिले मी,
कळले मला न काही का धुंध जाहले मी

गंधात त्या फुलांच्या, स्पर्शात त्या कळ्यांच्या,
आकाश तारकांच्या संगतीत राहिले मी

ऐकून गूज गाणी, हळुवार हासले मी,
समजून शब्द सारे हरपून राहिले मी

स्मरुनी कधी तुला मी, रचिली नवी कहाणी,
विसरून भान सारे, जणू स्वप्न पाहिले मी

हस्ता कधीच रुसले, रुस्ता कधीच हसले,
ऊन पावसाचा खेळ पाहिला मी

डोळे भरून येता, मिटले हळूच डोळे,
भानावर येता कळले, आसवानी चिम्ब गेले भिजून मी.......

Soulful or tummyfull ;-)

" How good one feels when one is full - how satisfied with ourselves and with the world! People who have tried it, tell me that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained. One feels so forgiving and generous after a substantial and well-digested meal - so noble-minded, so kindly-hearted.

It is very strange, this domination of our intellect by our digestive organs. We cannot work, we cannot think, unless our stomach wills so. It dictates to us our emotions, our passions. After eggs and bacon, it says, "Work!" After beefsteak and porter, it says, "Sleep!" After a cup of tea (two spoonsful for each cup, and don't let it stand more than three minutes), it says to the brain, "Now, rise, and show your strength. Be eloquent, and deep, and tender; see, with a clear eye, into Nature and into life; spread your white wings of quivering thought, and soar, a god-like spirit, over the whirling world beneath you, up through long lanes of flaming stars to the gates of eternity!"

After hot muffins, it says, "Be dull and soulless, like a beast of the field - a brainless animal, with listless eye, unlit by any ray of fancy, or of hope, or fear, or love, or life." And after brandy, taken in sufficient quantity, it says, "Now, come, fool, grin and tumble, that your fellow-men may laugh - drivel in folly, and splutter in senseless sounds, and show what a helpless ninny is poor man whose wit and will are drowned, like kittens, side by side, in half an inch of alcohol."
We are but the veriest, sorriest slaves of our stomach. Reach not after morality and righteousness, my friends; watch vigilantly your stomach, and diet it with care and judgment. Then virtue and contentment will come and reign within your heart, unsought by any effort of your own; and you will be a good citizen, a loving husband, and a tender father - a noble, pious man. "

-Three men in a boat (Jerome K Jerome)

A writer's block !

For the last one month, there have been no posts. I have been experiencing what people term as a writer's block. Not exactly, that is. There have been thoughts zooming in and out of my head, yes they have. But then the only thing that has prevented them from being presented here, has been my utter laziness in giving them any form whatsoever. And now that a whole month has gone by without any constructive thinking for that matter, it has been decided (by me and only me, under no pressure from the world, that is) to resume my writing and put an end to the chaos within me, that seems to have found existence in the absence of a channeled outlet. So watch out world, here i come again !

Oblivion

as morning comes and the day begins,
i feel a certain emptiness
the moments pass, the hours unfold,
my heart, it feels a heaviness

the voices all around me fade,
drown me in my solitude,
the faces stare me in my eyes,
my gaze, it wanders past them too

my brain, it thinks, my hand, it works,
my feet, they walk, my eyes, they see,
oblivious to everything,
the chores get done, the day is gone

the night, it seeps in like a thief,
engulfs me in its deepest voids,
i hold its hands and like a child,
i close my eyes and fall away.....

Just another day...

A post after a long time..havent written for quite some time now..so thought i'd give my brain cells some fodder to chew upon. So whats on my mind today? Well lots of things or maybe not. Its some kind of a garbled expression that forms up when i try to put things in perspective or analyse them. So let me not bother myself (or anybody for that matter) about setting things right ! Will leave that for eternity ( herez where i snigger !!)

अयुश्याचा दिवा......

एका चोठ्याश्या गवत नदी पलिकडे एक जुने मंदिर. गावातल्या एका मुलीचा रोजनियम कि संध्याकाळी पेटविलेला दिवा हातात घेऊन नदिपार करून तो मंदिरात ठेवणे। माहिती नाही आयुश्याची किती वर्षे प्राणा पलीकडे जप्लेला। एक विचित्र संध्याकाळ। दुपारी पासूनच ढ़ग दाटून आलेले। जोराचा वारा सुटलेला। झाडाचे पान फान्दीवर थाम्बेल तर शपथ। विजांचा नाच चाल्लेला। नदिने तर समुद्राचे रौद्र रुप धारण केलेले। एकुणच सारे काही सैरभीर। बिचारी मुलगी गोंधळून जाते । पण पेटविलेला दिवा नदिपार मंदिरापर्यंत कसा घेऊन जायचा? मध्येच दिवा शांत झाला तर प्राणच संपले सारे। याच एका जिद्दीने प्रयत्नांची पराकाष्ठा करत मुलगी नदी पार करायला सुरुवात करते। निसर्गाला अजुनच चेव चढ़तो। नादीत्ल्या लाटांचे तुषार दिव्याच्या ज्योतीशी स्पर्धा करायला लागतात। बेफान वारा झाक्लेल्या हाताच्या पोकळीतून आत शिराय्ला बघ्तो। सगळेच शत्रू बनून समोर ठक्तात। पण जिद्द मात्र मोठी। मदिरात दिवा ठेव्ण्याची। शेवटी उम्बर्ठा ओलांडून आत येते। "जिंकलो एक्दाचे। किती अडचणी पार करून 'मी' हां दिवा इथ्वर आणला। चला माझ्या कर्तुत्वाचा आनंद व्यक्त करुयात"। एक इव्लासा सुस्कारा.........................................दिवा शान्त होतो !
एक, फक्त एक मोहाचा क्षण आणि सर्व काही सम्पून जाते। त्या मोहाच्या क्षणावर विजय मिळ्वून जर आपण पुढे गेलो तर ह्याही पेक्षा सुन्दर , आश्वासित आणि अमर्याद आयुष्य आपण उपभोगु शकतो। आवश्यकता आहे ती त्या मोहाच्या क्षणाला बळी ना पडण्याची।

अन्यथा शिल्लक राहील फक्त भोगणे
---Courtesy : A Long Lost Friend

A blooming bunch!

A Gulmohar bloom..

A bunch of Gulmohar in full bloom...Captured on the way to Mumbai from Shirdi...