Belief.....

I am your belief. 

Bounded yet pure.

Complicated yet clean.

I strive to breathe into this new world.

With years, months, and days rolling by,

I try to untangle the narrow knots.

Seeking to figure out a new course.

Away from the conventions of ancient ages.

But thoughts hold me back.

Fear blurs my vision ahead

I don’t know why,

The mind likes to keep me subjugated.

Shackled and tied on this side of the boundary.

Burdened under the shallow layers of rituals.

I still hope

To unlock the hidden values of tradition.

To erase the edges of worthless rules.

To beckon to the call of time.

I feed on the colors of life.

Don’t block the sunshine entering my soul.

Let me sprout under the spell of rain.

Grow richer under the shelter of this modern sky.

I need your trust to carry this change.

Give me freedom to assess.

Give me your will to accept.

I shall paint a new world of new ideas.

Colors is all I need.

And colors is all I have,

To transform you into a better being.

                             The colors of change!

Still waiting…

Of Earthen pot with widened mouth,

A tiny leaf which is about to sprout,

Of Smokey chullah and chilly night,

A timid lantern smearing its Dim light,

Of Parched pathway in the withered land,

Looking at the sky in the midst of his field, where a farmer stands.

Smell of the earth that calls for the season’s opening shower,

Of a train pushing off from a platform against its will with all its power.

Of a child standing by the window expecting his Dad to return,

Ancient mysteries of the bygone ages, waiting to be rewritten.

Of a trembling old man, tired, feeble and weak,

Taking few more steps before trailing his final streak.

Of an old woman in asylum, silently resting on her arm chair,

But with eyes on the door in search of his son who has no time to spare.

In all the things, one common thread running through is the long lasting wait.

Though deep down each one will have a different story to narrate.

7-12-10

2:50 am

Journeys..

Journeys are beautiful. Calm, subtle, silently running along like a film on your window frame. Different scenes getting painted on the road side, living for a short while and before you realize its left behind already.

You sit back, listen to your favorite songs and watch out what life portrays next. A guitar strum, a hidden harmony, and the beauty added by tabla echoes vividly into your ears, which otherwise would have gone unnoticed in the hustle-bustle of everyday routine.

With gentle wind brushing against your hair, you feel light, empty and happy being yourself J

The Traffic Signal.

The traffic signal, where my car came to a halt and so did several others. Felt like the world has been brought to a standstill by a big pause button. The perpendicular road which had the “Go Green light” was run over continuously by thousands of cars and vehicles at the expense of million others waiting like me.

They seemed to be moving at a terrific speed and hurrying before the signal turned red again and gave a chance for the vehicles on the other road to move ahead. A perfect depiction of today’s world where each one is going ahead at the expense of someone else, taking as much advantage of the situation as possible.

With the red signal flashing yellow, I suddenly felt out of place. The very question of my existence at such a junction gripped my thoughts. I reconsidered my purpose of carrying on with such a monotonous life.  But my thoughts were soon overpowered by loud honking cars, leaving me with options of either moving or being run over by them. My life geared to speed again but in the same direction.

Few minutes later, the same thoughts came back to rescue me from my purposeless life. but they backed off upon seeing me doing something really interesting…….

There I was, at a store, picking fresh tomatoes among the rotten lot exactly the way my wife had instructed me to do……..

   

Chakra'view'..

Reaching out....

Sometimes..

You want to be the part of the celebrations but you end up being a silent spectator on the other side of the window.

Sometimes..

You feel like hugging someone and saying thank you but instead you end up staying two steps away.

Sometimes..

You feel like jumping in the rain but you end up blanketing your wishes inside the slicker.

Sometimes..

You feel like smiling at someone but you fade out picturing their response.

Sometimes..

You feel like saying ‘get lost bitch’ but you end up saying a pleasing ‘Hi’!

Sometimes..

You want to be strong and say NO but you end up saying ‘as you wish dad’.

Sometimes..

You feel like going back to the good old days but you just end up smiling quietly at all the memories.

Sometimes..

You feel like making someone understand but you end up letting out all your anger instead.

Sometimes..

You want to still hold onto it closely but you end up tossing it all on the floor.

Sometimes..

You feel like discarding all your limits and escaping somewhere but you end up chasing your track back.

Sometimes ..

You feel like saying ‘love you’ to someone but end up saying just a ‘take care’.

Sometimes you just feel…..

Run..

I am running since the day I learnt how to run,
Sometimes from truth, sometimes from fear and sometimes just for fun. 

The vicious circle i have built around me keeps me going,
Bound with time and speed, I like it or not, but I am moving. 

Where is this run gonna take me to?
I am still on track without any clue. 

How much ever I run, can I reach the end of this world?
How much ever hard I try, can I have all the mysteries unfurled? 

Beyond all cobwebs my straight path lies,
I dont say a word but every moment my life dies. 

The zeal to reach stars keeps me on,
Deep inside I wonder, was this the reason that I was born? 

The day I won, I saw my own self waiting to deplete,
There stood I on the finishing line, so INCOMPLETE..