Solo Show

Real wars are fought alone,

Honest tears trickled behind closed doors,

Mirrors gazed longer when lonely,

Perpetual peace earned in solace,

Lyrics absorbed than music in abandonment,

Poetry free flows only in solitude

Love associated more with absence than presence,

And real happiness comes only when truly yourself!

The Night Roads

Glistening and calm,
Tired from the day and stretching their arms,
The long curves of the empty roads,
And us breaking their little nap

The midnight trees bend to make a little love,
And the breeze sets in just the perfect mood,
Neon dividers radiate even more,
And us diving through the glorious slope,

The night was deep and without any moon,
Only them and us and a little song,
We let them go back to the nap as we pass
And us riding further, stirring their pause!




The next time you go for a midnight ride, carry this little thought with you, 
You might be disturbing silence of many, let them make their love, let them unite with the peace. 

A real relationship is boring, real-life and stunningly ordinary

A real relationship is boring, real-life and stunningly ordinary!! Yes that is a fact!

I have been into a relationship with a simple and ordinary man for more than 5 years and we eventually plan to settle down together because we have already given in so many years settling down with each other.

We have been opposites, real opposites with the extremes of liking for clubs vs liking for a cheap drink at a dhaba with Kishore Kumar songs in the background evening; love for all sorts of art in the world around vs love for a subtle “Its good whatever it is” attitude; craving for a life like they show in films vs sticking to real ground basic realities kind of routine; adventure & excitement vs the ultimate comfort zone!! The list can go on but I have been telling myself that “opposites attract” and that’s why so many years!

Like every product has its own Product Life Cycle (management theory), I think it’s a universal law rather than just management studies. During teens, those butterflies in the stomach just on the mention of that someone were love? After then dealing with daily routine issues and counselling each other was so! In between all these years, accepting each other for what they are became the practice! You go through a lot you see, from being the bud to the blossom- not only your bosoms change but a whole lot ‘new’ creeps in too. After several years of courtship, I might make myself think it’s the “stagnation” phase of our product but then I couldn’t have kept those butterflies alive all this long too!

So finally you wonder whether it’s really love-love or it’s just a habit (read practice) of being with each other. Let’s be frank here, after all these years, smallest of daily rituals like a phone call also don’t really matter ( I mean it’s okay if you don’t talk on a daily basis or don’t reply to their texts – the other can assume you are busy and doesn’t give much thought to it) I might criticize him for not having that “excitement filled” relationship but – if you are an avid traveler too, wont you feel like getting home after a while? Or eating out together for several days in a row will definitely make you crave for home made dal- chaawal?  (at least I do)

I think this real, basic ground, no adventure but contentment- kind of life is more real!  This – I don’t care how you look- I just know that I like you as you are – is the kind of attitude which can take me further and let me not crib over every inch I gain in future! An evening at home with the television might sound extremely boring but hey, I can be in my pajamas with a face pack on and cuddle with him and not care about the damn world!! See, lot of pros here too.

The level of excitement for a relationship is not real, what matters more is making peace with it!!

PS- I don’t plan on being the boring kind of better half. :P

पुराना शेर

एक पुराना शेर याद आया 
और शेर जब पहली बार कहा था, 
वो ज़माना भी संग आया
भूली गलियों में वापिस भटकने को
अपने मन का
एक बार और मचलने का दिल हो आया
पुराने शेरों की क्या बात कह दी, 
उनसे जुड़ा हर एक अरमान याद आया!
बीते अरमानों का जो मैंने हलके से हाथ सहलाया, 
सच..
वही पुराना शेर, जो उस वक़्त यूँ ही कह दिया था,
मुझे आज याद आया!
इत्तेफाक से आज फिर कुछ ऐसा हुआ
कि दिल भर आया,
वही पुराना मौसम निकला;
आज उसने फिर से सब कुछ दोहराया
आज फिर दिल भर आया 
तो मुझे फिर,वही पुराना शेर याद आया!


Also pasting the so much talked about "पुराना शेर" here: 
"ये गम भी मुझे अज़ीज़ है, 
ये उन्ही की दी हुई चीज़ है"

Hope is the only Dope

I just know
that I can see the start of it all-
The one which is sure to crumble me
and won't leave me unaffected

The end is far & misty
but I have a walking stick
of my faith and the love of my folks,
to lead me through the fog &...
I have my thank u note already ready for the best!

My fingers will be crossed,
for the better and the best
for their happy souls and my ultimate peace
and I don't wish to pretend this time
for I take it all destined,
and still pray for a beautiful destiny in hold

Let the best happen for the rest of it all
let the end overshadow the beginning of this misery
and then I will say

I have seen it all!

The Ray of Hope #KaveeshaKlicks

किस्मत

किस्मत ग़र बिका करती दुकानों में, 

तो सोचो कीमत क्या आंकी जाती 

ख्वाहिश तो सब करते थोड़ी थोड़ी खरीदने की ,

पर हैसियत फिर आड़े आजाया  करती; 

किस्मत की कीमत भी फिर, 

शायद किस्मत जैसी ही हो जाती 

दाम चुकाने के लिए 

फिर थोड़ी किस्मत की दुआ की जाती ;

फख्र करें इसके बदले 

थोडा सुकून हासिल हो जाता मुफ्त में 

तब दुआएं क़ुबूल हुआ करती 

कीमत और किस्मत काश बेगैरत होती !

Peace Is Sleeping #KaveeshaKlicks

Wikipedia & Perspectives

There is a Wikipedia definition available for almost everything existent in this world and there are alternate definitions present for the same words in the same world!

Little difficult to understand? Okay here we go- so type in Wikipedia- what is sea?? It will tell you that it is a large body of saline water n blah blah! But do you visualize the same when you say “sea” > I bet not! Just say this word “sea” and see what picture you get in your mind. There will be frames of sunsets, sunrises, silhouettes, people, waves , water stretched till infinity , sand and peace and I bet some can even hear  the sound of waves just at the mention of the word “sea”

So sometimes it’s not about what is already described there in the books, about things you don’t know- they are about what you think of them – what pictures you get in mind when you say their names! And that’s what matters – and that is what we call is a perspective!

This world runs on perspectives, which are individual, unique and exclusive to everyone! Mine may not match with yours but that’s what makes me a different person than you! And here we need to preserve them too- our own precious perspectives! Because in them lies our eccentricity!!

Perspectives tend to change, under the influence of people around, philosophies, something that looks attractive and even alcohol! Let them not change for anybody – ever!! The rights and wrongs of life are also perspectives! I might do the right thing but you might find it wrong! There are no boundaries – there are only perspectives – which define your own hemlines in life, relationships and attitude. We have people who play Wikipedia in our lives- tell them to stay away and believe on what pictures you get in your own mind when you say the name!!

Believe your own perspectives!

आवाज़

आवाज़ दी है, 

कुछ दूर तक तो गयी होगी 

तूने सुना होगा, कुछ आहिस्ता से, 

कुछ असर तो हुआ होगा; 

मेरी आवाज़ है अगर तेरे एहसास में 

तो कुछ तो उमड़ा होगा 

क्या हुआ जो मुझ तक तेरी आवाज़ नहीं पहुंची 

मैं सोचती हूँ , 

आवाज़ सुन कर मेरी 

तूने मुड कर , इधर उधर तो देखा होगा!!

With special remeberence and fond thoughts, this one came out in a jiffy of say 60 seconds, and not even in lone moments but right in middle of a hangout , in between the conversations! 

tells me how big a bluff-master a human's mind could be!! 

Under the Tree

Silhouttes of a tree| Image by- http://bit.ly/XkhAdY

Sometimes life can play cruel games- on ALL of us!! We rush, we run, we compete, we complete targets, we laugh, we party but then we all come back “home”- to a place that we call our own! A place where we get in our pajamas and sweatshirts and we don’t mind what our hair look like!! And then we, at least for once think about the entire day and this is the moment when we realize how there is just no body around!!

We have friends- a lot of them (thanks to office and facebook and whatspp and what not) who might be just a ping away but do we really have them in our lives?? Probably not! It’s just an illusion we create for ourselves that okay I am around people- all the time which is so not true! Fact is that everyone is at his/her own. Everyone-even those so called friends have their own lives, their own set of friends, love of lives etc. When we are together, it’s nothing more than the fact that we both need each other for this much time and that’s it!! There is a mutual need which gets fulfilled and we think we have people!! Blah!!

So it’s better to get accustomed to this, to find peace being with ourselves, to enjoy the solace- and the sooner it is the better it gets! Because eventually, there is actually no body.

Why do we look for a green surrounding while taking up a new flat, probably it may add to the beauty of your balcony or may be a good view to your eyes but do we ever think how peaceful those same trees may become whilst we sit under them – all by ourselves! I bet nobody! And this is the ugly truth of life! We sit under those trees, all by ourselves, only in the silhouettes of memoirs and nostalgia and a husky voice which says – Yes accept it now, this is the fact, there is no body!

And then it makes me think – why do we even need people in our life- just because Man is a social animal?? Well, man is an animal no doubt but in a different way, the theory ‘survival of the fittest’ also applies here. The one who can as much tolerate you as a person, remains longest in our lives and rest just drift away. Nobody makes an effort, nobody even tries to survive- a little longer- and this is what makes you go and sit under that tree all by yourself.

Had there been a little more effort, a little more urge to fight and to stay back- nobody would go and hug those trees, nobody would try to find solace in that dampness and nobody would write something like this!!

But then, as I said, life plays cruel games- on ALL of us!! No one is spared! And people just hush around, still trying to find friends in books, music, cigarettes and for that matter people but –actually Nothing happens!!

So let this fight end here, let this race be only with yourself, let there not be any desire to sit under those trees with your hand in someone’s—and then I hope, we all might survive this cruel game of life!!

Sometimes beautiful anklets hide the sour shoe bites!

It happens all the time, we don’t really look at them, caress them or give them their due importance, the importance and respect that they deserve to take us places , by far and by long, to miles and people and to uncertainties and possiblities!

Yes I am talking about our feet, those two supple flesh pieces , always being  the firm base, walking , suffering shoe bites to look good, washed and brushed with chemicals to stay clean, painted in different colors on tips to gloss and still ignored sometimes, scuffed in shoes ! Those feet are just like people of our lives which have always been there- always as a part of the firm base, as the RCC to the building and yet always taken for granted!

We all know, somewhere deep in our hearts, how we actually ignore some of the gems of our lives, think of their availability as their addiction for us , doing everything to them that they don’t deserve at all in the worst ways but still counting on them! We all have such set of people in our lives- who were and are, always by our sides- whenever we need them- and we know it!!

These people are the feet, who if ignored for a long time, can also hide themselves well behind a beautiful leather shoe and look good on the face! They can suffer shoe bites quietly  doesn't means to pack them in sour shoes always, because ultimately it will ache to you, not in the feet but in the brains!

So it’s good if we realize that sooner we start caressing them, realizing their importance in life , appreciating their every selfless effort for us and pedicure them well to gloss!!

And buying a beautiful anklet to add glitz to them will only make YOU feel better!Keep them happy, always!!

इरशाद किया है

जो बात बाहर आई है,
 न जाने कितने  दिनों से पक रही थी 

मुट्ठी तो बंद थी ,

मगर रेत फिर भी रिस रही थी 

ज़र्रा ज़र्रा समेत के,

 इन लव्जों को पिरोया है 

नज़्म नहीं ये तो,

 मेरे ज़ेहेन का  इक रोयाँ  है 

मिल जाये कोई 

जो साफ़ दिल से इल्तिजा करे 

पकी हुई भूख का

 ये तो पहला निवाला है 

There are moments when you have so many good things around you and you can’t capture them all and keep them forever, u can’t click a photograph or possibly u can’t take down the notes and all you can do is open up yourself to the limit even you don’t know. Hear it will all your senses and absorb the moment. Take mind pictures and just live the moment!!

This poem is inspired by one of my most eventful and candid conversation with Irshad Kamil (a renowned Poet/lyricist) And i could see that more or less all poets cross the same roads in their lives! Thereby naming this poem after his name!! 

Sleeping SOULS

The symmetrically carved white stones that stood there with a perfect 6ft distance from each other, bearing the names of the souls sleeping like a baby inside them and speaking up for their fond remembrances could make me think of nothing else but SERENITY.

Photography: i-Capture

I could look at this wonderful sight where the souls slept across a fence of red wires intermingled with each other in diamond patterns. The day was bright and air had a haze of poise in it then! And all I could realize was that I was eye-witnessing a beautiful park (yes, I mean a park) where there was noise of tranquility, abstraction of illusions and contentment of attainment. The Cycle of life doesn’t starts in the womb where it’s just a scientifically visible lump of a new breathe. It starts from here, where  there is changing of clothes, the process of passing on the shell -somebody had been living in for so long, making it good/ bad /worse, bringing name or disgrace to this very own shell and then finally leaving it to others to keep it secure under a layer of soil forever!

The green carpet covering the faces was clearly extra green being nourished by various emotions in its roots. When a life ends, there are certainly emotions of sorrow and pain but there are many more sentiments that make that grass look even greener. Those are the sentiments of reaching to a certain point, zeroing in on at least something in life and putting an end to the zest which was never accomplished while living! Death is more about being able to travel finally to that much desired serenity than it is about grief! 

For the first time in life, I was not scared of the resting spirits; instead they were The Achievers to me who could find a destination in/after their lives. I travelled back with the thought of little brown-black birds perching happily over the graves, fearing only the pretentious innocence of life!

(Inspired by: Khirkee War Cemetry, Pune & My MusE)

Mixed bag of eMotionS

I stand by this beautiful water body: that is huge, infinite, engulfing, knows no limits, no horizons, just stretches till no fine line and finally gets smudged into its beloved; the sky. I want to have the feel of the moment, just want to be calm, quiet & disappear!!But just can’t do it. have several thoughts thundering in my mind simultaneously, I just cant concentrate and scared of ‘opportunity lost’ .I feel like running, running across the whirlpools, running away from what I am to reach what I should..I am satisfied but not happy, I am worried, I am itchy, disgusted about the consequences but yet serene about what took place. I don’t regret and there are no more buts’. I want to be the hose but I am pulled by the blue. I adore him but our personas are mutually so exclusive. I grip, he releases; I engulf, he sets free; I feel, he thinks. i know my destiny and thus try to stand calm that I am supposed to be.

                                  But ‘not everything grows under the shades of the big trees’. There are whirlpools at the loin of my skirt. Whirlpools that stand as a token of the numerous thunders in my mind. I desire to be different..Of what I am and what I should be. I tend to be happy about them but stopped by my concern of what people think of them.

Perplexive of my own dos and don’ts I happen to notice the new dam running on me. I am suddenly apprehensive. There is construction done to channel my current, to give a certain direction to it. To help me stay calm composed, tranquil. I don’t like the dam but still I have to accept it because I am conscious of my social strata. I am affirmative of people should think good about me and I try being accustomed.

                         But the story doesn’t get its due end here. The foe of my beloved- the rains come. I have the property to engulf and retain and the sky can’t see me knotting with somebody else. No matter if its just because of the ‘not so mutually exclusive trait’s that I and the rains share. Hence my desires are aroused, my water level touches the red marks on the walls of that dam and my urge dominates my logic.

I am free. I broke the channels. Going with the flow .I don’t know any boundaries .I am the lord of my own will. My embossment follows me. And as per my nature I engulf, I engulf so many lives, I am bewildered. Again decisive of what I am and what I should be. The rains are about to have the next kisser and I find myself alone. I am stoned, feel lost. I look up, the rains have left me all by myself but now the eyes of my love watch me. There is a sigh of relief. I turn back. People are relieved. I came as a flood , a flood of my fleeting attraction but going back as a relieved soul to get smudged into somebody who will  help me what I should be , and while crawling back I still think ‘what I am’.

Spooonfuls Of Regret

Life comes handy to us, at various stages, and the moment we surpass the difficult ones, we settle down to think of recalling the ‘right’ and ‘not-so-right’ fragments of what we did to come out of it. It’s a universal truth that not all of us are ‘so-very-right’ in all our deeds but what do we do then, we rebel! Personal declaration of insurgency against the whole world does not necessarily give us what we want, but yet we do it ,and do it with great vigor only to impress our own ego at the end of the day. But does that eventually provides us with at least if not the mission but the vision , probably not . Life still seems to us as the jar of spices wherein each element has its own say to sensualise the taste buds. So once your taste buds are aroused, you have to arrange for the flavor of their desire and there  comes the “working-by crook” syndrome. When you do something and you don’t like it (at least for the sake of your own moral) its time you should prepare yourself to put into your mouth the spoonfuls of regret. We may think of avoiding such set ups ever in our lives but they do come, necessarily and spoonfuls of regret become the ‘silver ones’ only when accepted with the inclination of a more lithe turn of mind , of converting the regret to an experience and not the gaffe.

"MUSE"

I walk in the trail of life

But still long for the being of  my ‘muse’

I surpass the colors of love

But still wonder if I can bath in any

I yell to help but

My ‘muse ‘ is nowhere

I catch the flyers to hold on its mirage

But again my ‘muse’ is a blind escapade

I keep running through the insignias

But my ‘muse’ is only at a distance

I shall find it one day

Or I would lose the game of life!!