Writers—“We are not insane.....”

This one is specially on behalf of all the writers....
Must read for poets and writers....

 

Poets they think, always write!!!

Creating sonnets of happiness,

They can always make lives bright....

But sometimes even we cannot express.

Our creative insights,

even we cannot harness.

Even we prefer silence,

To words sometimes,

We also feel the need to avoid,

the complex vocabulary,

Even we become sometimes,

Of our verbal skills devoid,

At times as such, we choose to rest,

in the lonely wilderness, of our thoughts,

As people wrongfully conclude,

We are not at all depressed.,

Leaving behind the living,

Drifting through our imagination,

At such times we are on a creative quest.

Thus I conclude by warning you,

That if you see a depressed looking writer,

Leaving you behind, going off alone very far,

Do not try to stop him,

His reaction will be unexpected,

And also aggressive it can be,

And then you will brand all of us by saying,

Weird people these writers are.....

Love—Express and Implied

Pre-Script—Love here is the general feeling felt in any relationship and not specific to romantic ones.

I would be focusing neither on the definition or the philosophy of love, but on the expression of love. Let the foolish task of analysing and defining love, be left to the philosophers.

Expression or conveying your love, I would call it, though seems a child's play, is indeed a difficult task. Relationships survive or sometimes even break due to this simple to understand but difficult to grasp and follow art. This art of conveying ones emotions to the the other person is an in-born quality in human beings but as many other innate qualities, it is underestimated and ignored.

This art of conveyance is made up of two parts. Express and Implied. Express means with the help of words oral or written and Implied means through the conduct or actions. Both of these elements of conveyance are equally important and supplement each other in different ways in different situations. For instance saying I love you to your wife or girlfriend is the express form of conveyance. Whereas caring for your mother and doing the household chores on her behalf is the implied form of love. Both these forms carry out the tasks of conveying your love to the person as you want in accordance to that situation. But the above indicated situations are just a simple condition prevailing for a short time in our daily life. But what about the long process of building and developing a relationship? Do these forms of conveyance help also in this long process independently as they did in the above mentioned examples? The answer is obviously a big NO!!!

Actions speak louder than words they say. But they haven't said that words don't speak at all. Its just that actions being overly expressive speak louder. But even actions are worthless without word accompanying them when it comes to conveying love in complex relationships. For well again take the example above. A man expresses his love by saying “I Love You” to his wife once when he wakes up, second time when he leaves for work, then he calls her from work to sat it. When he returns home he says it again and when they go to bed, he says the three golden words again. One should remember that overuse of these three golden words give them the position of bronze in a persons heart. Also this man, never gifts his wife anything, never kisses her goodbye when leaving for work, the wife can not even expect a small card from him. Now you tell me, if his actions are so contrary to what he says, will his “I Love You” carry any importance for his wife other than dry words of compassion that does not exist. So words should always be complemented by actions. Express and implies forms are those ingredients that if used in perfect balance will enhance the taste of love in the relationship. But if used in a faulty quantity and in perfect imbalance they shall ruin the desert called compassion. Even strong actions only are not enough. Actions can sometimes be ignored, underestimated or can go unnoticed. For instance in many relationships, then may it be a parent-child relation or a romantic relation, or may it be friendly relation, disputes usually occur as actions not accompanied by words go unnoticed.

For example, a lot of people have complaints that I have made so many sacrifices for my friend yet he considers me worthless and does not care for whatever I have done for him/her. My first question to such people is that whether the other person was aware of the sacrifices at the time when they were done? The answer is always no. They try to convince me that in friendship one should understand and consider all such sacrifices even if they aren't expressed. Also people tell me that they mentioned about these sacrifices when he dispute took place. First of all, I would like to tell all such people that the other person is not a born telepathy expert to understand and consider things that he/she is completely unaware of. The rule is simple, if you do not care to tell the other person about your losses no one else is going to do it for you. Secondly when you say that he should at-least consider the actions when they were disclosed during the dispute, Ill ask you that when you are agitated will you try and to listen to or consider the words or actions of the person who is the cause of your agitation? You will certainly not. Thirdly you should not ignore the fact that there may be similar unexpressed and unnoticed sacrifices on the part of the other person. So do not be ashamed of conveying your love in form of sacrifices through words. Do not feel egoistic or selfish about expressing them. Because ego or selfishness comes out of the pride that you feel for you sacrifices and Love comes out of the craving of sharing the fact of sacrificing with someone which is perfectly natural.

So use both the forms, express and implied, of conveying love, in a balanced and wise manner to develop a relationship and grow in it.......

The Most Precious Gift By God To Me

This poem is just a reply to a certain emotional forwarded message by a friend. This poem in no way utter anything about any situation in my life…. Though the word and feelings are mine, this is not me… So do not connect this to me…

Sometimes even the pain within, gives me a kind of joy...

And out of this painful pleasure sometimes, I do cry...

But though tears seem to roll down my reddened cheeks,

The corners of my smile are stretched up to the bony peaks!!!

With the fear of loosing, like the others I have lost,

A precious gift yet again,

Efforts to avoid the catastrophe have always been in vain,

When a pinching sensation is felt in the stomach,

not due to the lack of food,

But due to the emotions in my heart, associated with loss,

—So Raw, So Crude,

Yet I am happy that you are with me,

Though they say, the joy is for sometime that is to be.

They say your future together would be painful indeed,

To foresee such a catastrophic end, I say, shall rather avoid,

And make the most of now, My precious gift being with me.

Hoping, I am, one day you will certainly understand,

My most precious gift,which is so close to my heart,

is none other than thee....

Father, this much for you, I can certainly do….

This poem is just an outcome of an impulsive desire to write, subsequent to certain events. So read it like that…

I see what I believe, And not believe what I see.

Death is simple, I believed,

My grandparents when I see,

but, the belief isn't true it occurs to me.

Focusing on the painful procedures,

And the costly bills to pay,

The gleefully happy past, Forgotten have they???

Does it has to come after long tempestuous turbulence,

The last breath that calms forever???

Or its just the replication of their beliefs,

Under the complex mind's cover???

The latter I would believe,

The Latter I would prefer to see.

My father's last breath, Like this it wont be.....

Dad, you'll die in serenity,

Proud of my achievement that day you'll be.

Even though for the whole of your life,

I may have not fulfilled your expectations indeed,

I promise that time, you will be most satisfied,

unfulfilled will be, none of you need.

I will myself see my belief, come true,

And will make you see it too,

If nothing else at least this I can do,

In return for what in your lifetime you have done,

For me, out of your love, so pure, so true......

GOOOOODDDDD MORNING!!!!!!

When the moon and the stars become invisible,

When the sun makes everything on earth visible,

When the long silence is broken by the chirping of birds,

And the chaos of the school going children,

roaming around, as sheep, in herds.

When yesterday's thoughts are wiped out as a plain slate,

and everything made ready for serving today's thoughts,

In the hungry mind's plate...

When snoring, stretched on their beds are the lazy some,

And going through his daily chores,

running late for work is the busy one....

When the sweet smell of the laid dust,

Mixes with with the aroma of the delicious breakfast....

When every human greets with respect the other,

As one should greet, without any differences, his brother,

Good morning they say and the best morning it becomes....

Let there be happiness and peace in every morning that comes...

POWER PLAY

Sometimes I am confused as to whether success is an essential element of life or the only element to achieve which is the only reason of living life. Also there is a growing chaotic confusion of thoughts in my mind regarding the meaning of success. Success for me has always been the highest positive emotion in human heart, after love that is. The idea of success has always assumed the form of the ability, passion and perseverance to make possible things that seem impossible, notwithstanding any sort of negative barriers. The concept of success has always been the other name for the belief in oneself and in the notions one holds in ones mind. But nowadays success has taken the shape of a ladder on which only a lucky few are allowed to ascend. These lucky few have a certain set of qualities which has nothing to do with the traditional and original concept of success as defined by successful people themselves. The prerequisites to success are as follows:--

1. One should be able to deceive even even the closest of persons who trust him beyond his life, when it comes to limited opportunities and competition.

1. One should be able to forget all human values and emotional bonding when it comes to self-good and self-gratification. Selfless love and selfless service no more form a part of the path to success.

1. One should have the great skill to transform friends into enemies and vice-versa and the ability to transform ones emotions regarding people close to him without any consideration to the previous relations shared with him.

1. One should be able to manipulate his luck to suit his needs and wants. Luck By Chance is the new definition of adjustment. People now do not adjust with the condition and compromise in life. They adjust the condition itself to suit their life.

We blame the politicians nowadays for being unfaithful not only to the public but also to the political parties for which they work. We say that politics is a great power game. But in my opinion, we have made our routine life itself a power game. Let us consider a small and many a times neglected power game venue. Its college. Any college claiming to impart quality education in their students itself is unaware of the fact that a great sphere of power politics is created amongst the future leaders. I am not relating all this to the political games played during the university elections or the gang wars, instead I am referring to the following incident that made me rethink of the term called power play.....

Two good friends of mine, both great dancers, but with conflicting interests, used to hate each other. They couldn't get along even in the situations of utmost necessity. Owing to the amount of hatred between them I would not hesitate to say that if necessary they would have also killed each other to clear their paths to success. It so happened one day that both of the groups they were working with fell apart due to some internal conflicts. Some of the members of both the rival groups decided to form an altogether new group. Both the girls were invited to join in the new group. I believed that as the two were such staunch enemies, either they would not join the group or if they join, the group would not last for long. But i was bewildered and shocked to see both of the girls behaving not just in a friendly manner but in a sisterly manner. By their current behaviour people would not believe me that they were enemies once. It seemed as if the two were good friends since a long time. All during the rehearsals I couldn't believe that the two were so good to each other. It was only when i had a dialogue with both of them separately that i came to know the inside story. Both of them told me that they still hated each other and they always will. But now what mattered to them was their success in their dance careers, and to achieve their goals each had to be sober and friendly with the other though they both had the knowledge of the immense hatred the each carried for the other.

That was when i understood that its only success that can bring people together and not love as it is popularly upheld.

The Old Man Who Waits

 

My last breath will wait for you oh my dear,

You will return I believe, I have no fear.

To hear from me you will somehow sneak up,

Through your soothing words you will then speak up.

At least a call you will make,

to put me to sleep as I am for long awake.

You do not care any more,the children do say,

They would never understand you,

To my greatest dismay.

I will wait as long as it will take you,

To get your other commitments through.

Death can not touch me till I see you.

The last sight that I want to see,

Is that of the beautiful black eyes of thee.

The last emotion I want to feel,

Is the boundless love between you and me.

The last smell that I want to sense,

Is of you silky brown hair,

bouncing as you walk in a unique flair.

Your smile will soothe all my pain,

Your tears will wash out the negative drain.

Ready to die then I will be,

With the love of my life beside me.

A last touch is what I am craving for,

Your arrival is what I am waiting for.

My last breath will wait to cease,

When you will be there, I will die at ease.

No more the pain can I now bear,

But I know you will soon be there.

I will wait for you longing my dear,

You will certainly return I have no fear.

I am 20 tonight

I wrote this poem on the night of 22nd march 2010. The night when I left the golden teenage and entered adulthood.

I am 20 Folks

I am done with the Ringa Roses,

In the weird poses.

I am done with the wonder,

Of the twinkling stars,

I know now what they are.

Burning Spheres now i can see,

Diamonds they are no more for me.

Papa no more asks Johnny,

To open his mouth, the sugar to see.

Birthdays with many candles

And home made cakes,

Are replaced with

Penniless treats and Monginise bakes.

Games like chasing and Hide & Seek which we played,

Are now history......

Indulged in the understanding,

of Maturity we are, as if it is a mystery.

But the responsibility filled adulthood,

Has its own pleasures too.....

As no one tells us now,

What to do and, what not to do.

Learn from all and teach a few,

That’s the age 20 for you.

The joy of adulthood,

in my growing heart

And the pain of teenage,

Which I just had to depart.

With the mixed emotions having an impact,

No going back being the fact,

I surrender myself to the greater age,

Of adult maturity but with no fun of teenage.

Happy Birthday to myself

And have a good night.

Oh my God I am 20 tonight…..

Letter To The Devil…..

This is a hypothetical letter written on behalf of the agitated citizens of India to the terrorist Ajmal Kasab……..

 

The Responsible Citizens,

Territorial occupancy of India,

India—The Nation.

 

To,

The Demon,

Special Prison Cell,

Mumbai.

Subject:-A letter in response to your performance in the court of law.

(Dis)Respected Sir,

Ajmal Kasab, The mass murderer, the person giving birth to a massacre, the culprit for Indian citizens, the destroyer of many families, this letter is being written to you in response to your excellent misleading performance in the court of law. We would like to bring to your notice that we being the responsible and law abiding citizens of our nation, is the sole reason of our inaction against your cruel acts and false representations.But as every human being has evolved from a wild society of beasts, we are no exceptions. It is just that unlike you, we we are brought up and live in a very peaceful and calm society and thus are able to control our inhuman instincts. These instincts unlike ours can never be triggered by any third person for any unjust purposes.We don't display these instincts due to self control and not because of any force or inability to use them. 

The Indian Law being lenient but just, is giving you a fair chance to present your case in the court of law and pay for your cruel deeds with a very mild punishment. But you, instead of pleading guilty in this case where all evidence is against you, you are misrepresenting and misleading the court and are creating an international turmoil. Just because we, the citizens ,have unwavering faith in and trust our legal structure, are not taking any action ourselves against you. It is already clear to you through your own experience that breaking through the Indian defence and security system is not at all a very difficult job even for a handful of terrorists like you and thus breaking into your special prison and abducting you would be a very easy task for lakhs of agitated citizens like us. So sir, we request you to better plead guilty and face a very mild death penalty or wait for things to go beyond our tolerance level so that we would give you such a cruel death penalty that even you terrorist would have never even imagined.  

 

        Yours Agitatedly,

The Responsible Citizens Of Indian Union.

Negligent Behaviour Of The Media

My morning daily starts with sweet soulful music…… But today I thought of listening to some different genre as I was bored of listening to the daily songs. I turned on the radio and surfed for the famous channels. The first channel I came across, shocked me by the statement that I heard on it. The RJ mentioned the recent ban put on the use of scarves by females while driving two wheelers. He tried to point out a fact, which he thought was good, but which showed his immaturity and lack of general knowledge. He ridiculed this action of the authorities saying that the helmet compulsion and scarf ban is quite contradictory….. But i would like to point out to my dear negligent media friend that helmets were made compulsory for personal safety of the driver. Whereas scarves are being banned for the safety of the public at large and with a view that any suspicious character should be identified before its too late. Also the ban on scarves is restricted only to the localities nearby the German Bakery owing to the recent attacks.

So my dear friend, next time, before criticising any action of the authorities, please look into the whole fact as it is better to have no knowledge that to have half knowledge.