An addictive smile.

I stand there, waiting, to catch a glimpse of her,
Whilst she waves those last good byes for the night.
The night never seemed to have ended,
As I take with me, many moments to reminisce about,
Each distinctly reminding me of her addictive smile.
Through the time, her eyes were wide open,
And shimmering much similar to the crystalline pendant
Adorning her neck which was slender as that of a golden Mynah.
Not even a shot of absinthe and a glass of berried rum
Could make her wit any less scintillating,
And her walk any less graceful in the narrow alleys of Haji lane.
As I nibbled on the hole-less doughnuts from OverEasy,
I felt sweet sensations;
And I couldn't decide if they were instead due to her mellow voice.
All things under the moon light appeared to connect our philosophies.
We spoke about the past, about souls, and about the serpents
That manifest change through the duality of life and death.
Her art was as intriguing as her world- warm, subtle and unfeigned.
I stood there, waiting, to catch a glimpse of her,
Whilst she waved those first hellos for the night;
The night that was about to begin and be ephemeral.

Mine...

Hoping to own all that's perceived to be yours,
You run your way, trying to veer from me.
Failing, finding none to cast the truth
Over you, your mind, revert you will,
Back towards my simple form that speaks,
And reflects your nascent feelings.
Remind me of a moment that I parted,
Or one of my slighting!
And you shall have your freedom.
The freedom- not that which singles you out
But which builds chaos in you,
Then which takes other senses off,
And will bring in you the fright I gushed.
Away. Till now. You be not free truly
As you are with me. Within my fort . Protected.
Much of what I speak to you through my silence
Holds all the love. You wait for the dark
To put me away. And I am the light.
There's this world's dark irony!
You be dreaming. But last learn,
That life's not just a dream
But a dream in a dream in a dream,
Truly a lie, Truly far from truth.
And I am the only truth. That will stay on with you.
I'm not just a shadow but your true other half.   

Inhibitions...

But what holds me back
While I with every that’s best as the
Deepest senses of mine take towards you
And touch all of the concrete verses
That you lightly and mellifluously pour
Into my mind?
All the wildest notions about you
Creep, wander in and wither down
My soul’s free will and binds to yours.
What was in me before? What was juggling in?
That moment escaped far
And I crave to know it while I fail my self.
No questions can tie me down to that time.
And no answers shall evade me.
Yet, yet even as I lose my conscious being,
Yet as I wonder over the pain that warns me
To close and turn closer to your meaning,
I fail to turn towards you
And realize the truth you expose.
Your music holds me back.

The Freedom...

Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake. (Tagore)

 At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance...... (Nehru)

"Shall we take along the heaven earned,
the thoughts concealed in the minds of those radicals,
the fighters, the martyrs who burned their lives
for this every moment that we are breathing,
For us to take forth the fire they doled out
and become the one they wanted us become?
Shall we fight through the times that shall lead us
Into the brightest future yet to come?
Shall we unite to drain all the banes that still exist
To corrupt our world?
And bring forth fresh life into everything that could ever live?
Freely? With no qualms nor angst about self?"

It is fitting that at this solemn moment, we take the pledge of dedication to the service of India and her people and to the still larger cause of humanity...... (Nehru)

Jai Hind ... !!

Inner music

I trust no more the speeches,
Encomiums nor the disdains of us mortals
For once and for the last time I heard
The wordless yet philosophical,
Ordered and reverberating notes
From the adorned home of my soul.
It is but the only chime that ever shall stay
With me, ever into my endless journeys into
The whole search of self and parts,
Never crossing the shallowest river of my life.
I envied and was awed at the wondrous art
Of the eternal singers, of the nature's embellished
Nightingales and cuckoos whose heartful music
Shall flow and purify my subconscious mind.
No more shall I for I found a source
More spiritual than intonations of holy mantras,
And more golden and lasting than ethereal silence.
The cries, smiles and pains of the worldly beings
Are towards me more strikingly,
Into my constructs and instincts, now.
And so teaching me unrelenting and suffuse love,
I hope that my music shall vanish before I'm
Back into the veiled and worldly world.
I trust me no more.    

Stillness ...

When the mind is still, the universe surrenders. (Buddha)
What universe?
The one we live in?
Or the one we create within us?
One is perceived and one appears to be real but distorted.
Distorted by our own senses,
Distorted by predispositions and prejudices.
When everything stands still for a fraction of a moment,
When the electrified brains completely come to an instantaneous halt,
An infinitely rather ultimate energy,
In the form of a feeling would flow into the subtler existence
And forever alter the way of perceiving, wherein the universe
Has no more self or other. They tend to unite.
And hence surrender as one gains or wins omniscience,
Though ephemerally. That is where reason ends
And what we search for lies, the ultimate truth.

Song of heart...

Can you touch light at the feel of sight?
Can you chase your mind with blink and might?
If we believe in all what eyes say,
If we dream to be all what our dreams show,
Why then not chase a dream?
Why then not live in a dream?
The dream that love and care is shared all over.
The dream that you and me, and all those
Who smelt our soil have a share in it.
The dream that pain is disbursed from each heart
To every one else in the world.
Why not chase a dream that closes us,
To a heaven on earth? To a motherly world?
To live a life out of love, and death
Is to live not at all.
To live and not sharing happiness,
To live and not being content,
Ah! Never shall I choose that life
To be not lived by others and
Not touching others.
Even touching one and bringing a shine in,
Can heaven apart make you richer.
Can you now touch the light of that shine?
Can you now feel it?
Can your blinks bring in brightness
In the blighted world? Can your might move
The mightiers from mime towards the change of time?
See in yourself. There lies the almighty
That you search all over.