Woes.....without you

(thoughts by a legend,reworded by me)

Those days when you had strolled into my life....
Life had livened up at your gracious advent,the seasons so sensuously clad....pathways were invitations that destinations had dished out....the flora around stood in wait,arms widespread,to drape me with the shawls of their comforting canopy...the dusk used to usher in a constellation of smiling stars,twinkling and amusing.the cool zephyr redolent with divine ballads used to caress and pass by,
The night sky was a lagoon of aqueous emerald where the moon blossomed daily and buoyed along to kiss the brims of my heart.....those days when you had strolled into my life...

....Tears have effaced the hues of desire....all innocent prediliction faded into lassitude.
YET the heart weaves dreams of union-aspires to conjure wreaths from pining wretches....
Seems like eons now that life has been a dismal drudge but a nook inside believes that there’s still a glimmer in the dark....name it ‘grit’ or simply ‘whimsical obstinacy’....
....HOPES have been incinerated to ashes yet there is some flame lurking in the remains....

“Aapki yaad kaise aayegi? aap ye kyon samajh na pate hain?...yaad to unki aati hai hum kabhi jinko bhul jaate hai”
Javed Akhtar

Rang De Basanti...The colors of revolution

The chimes ring in...the baritone vocals of a troubadour start ringing in my ears as I plug the earphone into my ears..eyes shut,the lights in the room dimmed deliberately....

I listen religiously,word after word the lyrics get assimilated by my brains....evokes responses,evanescent and disturbing,I continue to absorb the musicality

“Thodi si dhul meri dharti ke mere watan ki,thodi si khusboo barai si mast pawan ki,thodi si......”(sing the rest to yourself)

The cathartic dust of a nation’motherly’,of a nation ‘divided’;of a ‘mother pieced’.Internal feuds,sects torn in war
The odour of nefarious jealousy,obnoxious terrorism,mawkish fraudulency all so utterly prevalent,so strangely obvious-that this status quo doesn’t even raise eyebrows....people carry on,unaffected.
The atrocities galore,manslaughter plentiful-living in
an era where certitude of the continuum of breath bears no affirmation

“sapnay rang de,apne rang de,nasle rang de,fasle rang de...rang de dhadkan,rang de sargam...”

Dreams of an utopia envisaged by our forefathers gone
up in ashes-leaving behind only a contrail of the past,united Family values fast vapourizing,Generations
succumbing to evils of nepotism,bribery,sleaze,
scaretricks and adultery.The poor famished abject poverty smirking at our faces....every heartbeat unsure of it’s successor....millions of lives terminating in a flash,...the only cadence echoing are the cries of a desperate mother,a bereft wife or an orphaned child.
Faces sallowed-a mirror of the turbulent times


“basti rang de,hasti rang de...rang de bachpan,rang de yovan...”

Epidemics widespread, health hazards unavoidable – the ghastly repercussions of unabated pollution....tainted morals of
the afflicted bourgeois....innocence of adolescence blurred by abhorrent vices,the exuberance of youth obscured by besmirched doctrines.

“....mohe tu rang de basanti,mohe tu...”

“LOOSE CONTROL”..We have already lost it.The reigns of our lives held precariously in the hands of social monsters-gnawing away at our roots.
But everything is ‘kewl’ with the young bunch.
“....from the mahal of the taj,to the minar of qutub,...THEY ALL HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY-To the corners of the earth,what is our search worth?what is our destiny?”-queries for the Indian juvenility....

“Khalbali hai khalbali...”-emotions stirred,responsibilities realized,enthused,empowered,adrenaline gushing.in search for answers-solutions rather.’NOW’ is the time to usher in the fresh colors of revolution-rang de basanti

“be a rebel”


“.....abhi abhi hua yakeen,ke aag hai mujhme kahin,....
Roobaroo roshni hai..”

A reincarnated conscience,believes resurrcted,powers unleashed-a new sun dawns on the tender minds.let ‘kewl’be a cliché’
Set your temperatures soaring....
... A nation calls,shall “a generation awaken?”

WISHES

I wish to ....relish a quiet moment with you,
when communication shall not need words,silence prevailing between the souls shall serve to melt two hearts into a concoction –two hearts which desperately crave for an eternal unison

Steps shall coincide as we tread the red sands,the sea emanating a symphony so melodious that even the deluge of time seems to stop to hark to it.
Closeness assumes a whole new meaning when the
entities of time dissolve into nothingness

Separated by distances unknown,immeasureable when two wandering psyches glance at the night’s sky flooded with the quelling beams of the effulgent moon,stealing a moment of solitude from the bustling madness of the exasperating society to admire the beauty of the celestial wonder ....not without thoughts of our beloved caressing our
Innermost cores...moonstruck!

As the night unfolds into it’s unexplored territories
And mercury plumates to values rarely observed I desire to experience your feel-those hands tender yet nimble,sunk into my hold.fidelity implicit,belongingness rendered tangible-concurrence in every wisp of feeling.feelings bearing so uncanny semblance that doubts of their origination becoming an inevitable reality.....confusing themselves too!!...hopelessly romantic

The hues of the heavens above darkened by the heavy nimbus clouds.As the incessant wrath of a downpour on a mid -august afternoon produces an almost cacophonous clamour,I crave to cherish an
Opportunity of being together ,perched on a
Parapet with you....a cup of steaming coffee in our hands....and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears as the untimely darkness bears testimony to the fact that our hearts are unfettered by the torrents the heavens offer,lost in each other’s presence so assiduously that the dissonance is music to our ears-the music of platonic amore

A bright Sunday morning as the sun begins to smile down merrily on the globe,yet we,sprawling in the bed even as the world begins to spring into life,reluctant to actuate, to veer out of the
Phantasmagoric vista which we together trod…in our chimeric realms.my fingers moving through your tantalizing tresses unkempt and undone attempting to ease out the flirtatious frizzes-an innocent prediliction nurtured and
exuding from within slowly and silently-a manifestation of uxoriousness.pampering you with the utmost sincerity and awaiting your reciprocation....yet unconditional

As the reverberations of conchs and cymbals shall fill
the atmosphere, as the sun after having blazed all day long sinks beneath the brims of horizon and the mural bathes in crimson and purple hues I shall sit beside you here at the abode of the Almighty thanking him earnestly for having ‘me’ saturated with’you’