Make some room – Move On!!

For the co-warriors, trying to move on!

Stuck with some old relationships, people, moments, night long phone calls or over extended coffees with someone from the past? And the same doesn’t happen anymore and you know it might just never happen ever again? PLEASE MOVE ON!

First things first, the good news is that you are not alone in this. An average human has a life expectancy of 65 years of which the first half is when you start exploring the doom of a lonely world called love. By the time you hit your late 20s, you know it wasn’t love or anything even in the closer proximity. You argue with yourself in terms of analyzing if it was just infatuation, compatibility, comfort level or just a habit and maybe then just abandon the topic saying – You don’t know what love is! By the time you say this, you have gone through multiple (atleast more than one I am sure) heartaches and the whole roller coaster rides. And now, it’s time to move on.

We all have a favorite pair of jeans right? Which no matter how much it fades or even comes apart, we just won’t stop wearing them. Moms and others might tell you that it’s time to retire this ancient piece of fabric now but you just won’t stop doing that. Then over the time, you gain some weight, so naturally, the jeans stops fitting you. Conveniently ignoring your fatal attraction for the beloved pair of jeans, your body has grown with time- High time to buy new jeans!  So we do that – get out and search for days to get the same fit and comfort our favorite pair offered. After days of making those unsuccessful visits to various stores and coming back empty handed, we finally manage to bring home a new one. This new one goes right on top of the old one in the rack. But still, the old one lies right there, peeking through the old one. A few days down, you take the old one and try it out. It might even fit this time but you realize it has actually gone too ancient for you to wear it somewhere outside. You fold and keep it back! Trust me when I say, it will just lie there, idol, for a very long time. Time passes by and we keep shopping for more. And comes the final day when you realize that there is not even a remote possibility that your baby can be of any use to you ever again. And going per the theory of LIFO (Last in First Out) it silently bids goodbye to your wardrobe one day.

Question to ask yourself now- Are you shopping? Or looking like a beggar in the same old pair of jeans?  If not, please go out and buy a new pair of jeans. Make that much needed trip to the store. Make some room in wardrobe and in heart, let life offer you new colors and get on with it. It’s as simple as that! When trying to quit something (or someone)“Cold Turkey” isn’t always the best approach. REPLACE!!

Make some room- Move on.

Ending 2014!

It’s the last day of this year 2014 today, right now as I sit in office desperately waiting to go home, I thought might as well put my pen down for a while after posting these last two creations of 2014! 

Though I wrote them down a day back or two, when I post this right now, I have newer emotions attached to it. It’s strange how poetry can be so flexible to provide meaning to different situations in life and sound different every time you read it depending on the state you are in right now!

1st Oil Painting: My Moon & the Sun

जब दो रूहों के मुस्तक़बिल ,

एक लम्हे में मयस्सर होते हैं; 

ईमान बदलते हैं, 

मगर जज़्बात वही रहते हैं; 

मुकम्मल हों यूँ ख्वाहिशें, 

इबादत यही रहेगी हमेशा; 

थोड़ी न रोज़ाना 

कश्मकश के आयाम जानिब होते हैं! 

Glossary:

मुस्तक़बिल – Fate, fortunes

मयस्सर- Available

ईमान- Intentions

जज़्बात- Emotions

मुकम्मल- Successful

ख्वाहिशें- Desires

इबादत- Prayer

जानिब- Face to face

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ख़लिश न बसे  अश्क़ों में 

रश्क़ न हो लफ़्ज़ों में,

जब भी ज़िन्दगी मामूली सा भी मौका दे 

भींच लो दोनों हाथों से ,

क्योंकि, ख़लिश खता है, 

और इस खता का मुआवज़ा मुनासिब नहीं!  

Glossary:

ख़लिश - Regrets

रश्क़- Complaint

खता- Mistake

मुआवज़ा- Compensation

मुनासिब- Possible 

At the end, pasting my personal wishes to all those who kept reading and motivating me!! 

Oil on Paperboard- "Two of us" 

Have a great productive and arty year all of you! 

More Love, More celebrations, More Poetry, More Colors, More Emotions and therefore More Love...!!! 

- Kaveesha

Goodbyes are fun

I might sound contrary to the usual belief of saying goodbye with a heavy heart but trust me, all of them aren’t that hard on you especially when you really want to get “rid” of a fewer lot!

Goodbyes are hard when you are leaving home, a place where you are most of yourself, not faking yourself even for a second, not getting overwhelmed and not being judged. Goodbyes from those- are definitely hard. Goodbyes aren’t hard at all when they are about homecoming, waving a pity hand at everybody whom you hated or cursed even for a split second- they are fun, mad “fun”.

Being "stuck"

Every one of us must have had this feeling of being “stuck” at least for once in our lives and talking from experience, being stuck surely sucks!! So what have you tried doing in those situations (in the stuck situations), tried to soothe yourself out? How?  By thinking something good? And what rather whom did you think about – your people back at home, right!! Saying goodbye to those are hard and these, who totally took the crap out of you, ha ha, its crazy fun (do try it sometime yourself)

But fun is no free ride right? You got to pay for it and pay really heavy sometimes! Infarct fun is this very temporary thing that you already know will perish in some time  and still you want to stretch a little more than you deserve and then you stretch it so much that before you realize , either the band breaks or comes back at you like a boomerang slapping you hard! That’s the price of fun.  In case the band had hit you, “that” goodbye would have been fun (the getting rid of feeling). If the band wouldn’t have hurt you even a bit and got lost somewhere, that goodbye would be hard.

But one good thing about those “fun” goodbyes, they don’t give you pain except a lesson. You say them not halfhearted but fully aware in your conscious that this it, this is the bottom line and here it ends. You don’t carry back a hope and definitely no false hopes. They might give you not-so-good memories for some time but don’t worry, when you are in a stuck situation again, you will only think of the “good memories.”

So keep your goodbyes fun , and to those with whom goodbyes are hard, don’t say goodbye to them, ever, at all!

उथल पुथल

जानते हो,

मन की उथल पुथल किसे कहते हैं ?

जब दूर से आती अज़ान की आवाज़ भी बगल के कमरे से ही आती लगे,

शांत ठंडी बिखरी रेत भी खुद की गर्मी से पिघलती सी लगे

और बेहद सन्नाटे से उठने वाली सूँ भी कानो से चिपकती सी लगे

मगर दिमाग हांफ रहा हो ...,

के इतने ख्यालों को समेटते समेटते , सांस फूल रही हो जैसे ;

और बिन साथी के भी बिस्तर पर ढेरों सिलवटें पड़ गयी हो जैसे

के बेफिक्री से भरे पूरे शहर में , एक कमरा फ़िक्र ने किराए पे लिया हो जैसे

उथल पुथल ,

उसे कहते हैं !

तीन एहसास

बीती रात भीगी थी कुछ उम्मीदों के सैलाब में ;
आज की शाम भी कुछ नम ही गुज़री उन्ही उम्मीदों के ख्याल में 


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महफूज़ करना इन लम्हों को बेशक़ ये भागते से नज़र आएंगे 
भर लेना किसी खाली शीशी में कुछ अंश तो कम से कम तेरे संग रह जायेंगे 


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इश्क महफूज़ किसका हुआ है आज तक जो तेरा ही होगा, 
इसका एक जुर्म ही यही है कि बस ये ठहरता नहीं है