Explode in me!

Confide in me

Escape in me

What you have been

wanting to say for so long

...

Explode in me!

I will be your tinted glass

I will be your wall of stone

I will not break nor let it out

I will absorb it all

...

You,

Scream in me!

Talk it out

Let it out

Worry not,

Just say it aloud

....

Hide in me!

No words shall be spoken back,

No advice down the drain

Your heart may just smoke it out

And it shall all be gone with the wind

....

Have some faith in me!

But, 

As I said, 

....

Explode in me!

Sometimes all you want is to have a pair of sturdy ears, and no tongue, You don't want to be advised or told what to do, you just need to blast it out, without any revert. I wish i had someone like this, for me!! 

Heartaches

If only, we could own up our own heartaches and continued loving, no matter what it takes......, how long it goes......., where it finally lands........!!

We are scared- of loving! We are scared just before sending that text full of emotions, we are scared to go out just in case the real heart matters slip out of a watery tongue, we are scared to sip coffees together coz we might talk out hearts out- and all this why? Because of “Heartaches”

Heartaches --- Ouch!  They come with every kind of love you know of! They will come and you can’t just ignore them. So should we just stop loving and having a real life? I don’t think so. Life is nothing devoid of love. Those butterflies in the stomach on a slight rub of hands accidentally, that is life; the feeling of caring for someone and getting the favor returned that is life; sharing nasty details from poop timings to how shitty the boss is, that is real life.  Should we just stop living then, just because it will, at some point of time bring heartache along? I definitely don’t think so!!

Hypothetically thinking, what if, we could just keep on loving keeping the worries at bay? Will it not bring consequences? Off course it will. You might have a hard time getting over it. You might even go on a sabbatical full of undesirable thoughts and insomniac nights. But won’t you get to think of the glorious butterflies then and smile a bit? Won’t you carry some beautiful memories forever? Then why not drop the ‘Heartache Phobia’ aside and live the moment- make the best of it!!

But wait, if you are already feeling too inspired by now, here is a little reality check. “Do it at your own risk” If you think you are man enough to deal with your heartache later on, then take the plunge because the one giving you those butterfly memories won’t be there to cry along. If you don’t think you are that kind of person- Sir, please leave right away! (But anyway it’s not going to help you, sorry to say)

Any which ways this world and our lives should never be short on love because this is the only thing which is our private yet shared. Don’t let the heartache stop you from loving. Don’t kill those butterflies just so soon!!

इबारतें (5)

इबादतें कुबूली गयी हैं कुछ,
इबारतें मगर आमादा हैं,
किस्से दर्ज़ करने पे,

मेरे हज की गलियों के नक्श,
बड़े नए नज़र आते हैं,
कच्चे रास्तों पे,
कोरी बजरी बिखेरी है शायद,

पन्ने अपनी गिनतियों में मशगूल हैं,
और इबारतें खुद को कुरेदने में,
इबादतें बेलफ़ज़ हैं,  
मगर गलियां चल रही हैं, बदल रही हैं,

इबादतें नयी उमड़ेंगी मगर,
तब इबारतें भी संजीदा होंगी,
मेरे हज की गलियों के नक्श फिर बदलेंगे,
और पन्नो की सिलवटें फिर बढ़ेंगी!!  
   

Fifth installment of my beloved IBARATEIN series is here - this time after 7 months. A lot happened in this while,  life changing decisions, those which can't be undone! But Ibaratein will go on - no matter what is going on....!!! 

Read Ibaratein 4 + Ibaratein 3 + Ibaratein 2+ Ibaratein 1 here!! 

इबारतें : Writing
इबादतें: Prayers

आमादा: Adamant 
नक्श:Map

बेलफ़ज़: Speechless 
मयस्सर :Available 

असमंजस

@kaveeshaklicks #insta

असमंजस हैं बड़े,
किन धूप छांव में हम आ खड़े
शिकवे हैं या शिकवे न होने के गिले
इतने खामोश क्यूँ हैं सिलसिले...?

कब से हुए यहीं हम ठहरे,
न हम बदले न तुम बदले,
फिर भी हम असमंजस में पड़े ..;

मायूसी और मुस्कुराहटें दोनों नहीं,
बस ख़ामोशी है और कुछ नहीं,
उलझे उलझे दिन हैं सादी सादी रातें,
दोनों वही हैं मगर दोनों चुप खड़े;

असमंजस हैं बड़े...!!!

Beep Beep – It’s me, LOVE!!

 

Tasks are multiplying, new gadgets to be entertained, new news to digest , remain update, eat healthy, stay fit, stay cheerful, trying to leave a sparkle everywhere we pass by – there is so much to do but hours in the day remain the same!! Modern life and lifestyle has brought all this with it. And just when we were about to call it a day- booom…. “love” happens!!

Extra zoom shot of a switchboard #Kaveesha 

Love was supposed to be telepathy, a connection which existed beyond a digital beep on the smartphone. Well now, it is, what it was not!  Love is a beep these days. The more the beeps, the more the expression, the more the love and thus more the illusion. When cupid looked down at earth with faces dug in the phones, he must have thought of simplifying all the complex phenomena of love. 

Thus love became directly proportional to the length of chat history.

Let’s say, love is equivalent to the number of beeps, having said that, have we tried feeling the same love in absence of those beeps? If you do … congratulations! you might be in real love (or atleast the illusion of the same) but if you don’t, try this out – “Out of Sight, Out of Mind”

When love is quick and convenient as per uber lifestyles, recognizing the real one would be quite a task. Ask that love to disappear for a while or just switch to a feature phone for a couple of days. You will have some analysis in hand at the end of the day.

We are human beings with even shorter memory spans these days. What remains on top of the mind becomes the center of interest. In this situation, giving time to realize that cupid is throwing its arrows on you might be a bit difficult. Being in constant touch can illicit feelings for anybody – I will say again – “anybody”. Please don’t do that to yourself. Take eyes off that 5.5inch HD screen and lay them on him. He might be looking at you!!  But if he is also eyeing the phone, dude, you are wasting hell lot of time here.

PS- Also do the ‘Out of Sight, Out of Mind’ test before you get into a commitment, it might just open your eyes and save you from feeling stupid afterwards.

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. 

अभी बाकी है

अश्क़ सबूत हैं,
तेरे हिस्से का इश्क अभी बाकी है;
रश्क़ जो किये थे तुझसे,
उनका हिसाब अभी बाकी है;
ज़िन्दगी पड़ी है बहुत,
ये साथ यहीं तक बस हुआ...,
शायद यहाँ से आगे भी हो....;
थोड़ी आस अभी बाकी है!!


Because A lot happens and then Poetry happens!!


----And juts the next day , ABHI BAAKI HAI gets featured in this.....Pasting a screenshot!! :D

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

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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

Please help me remember how it felt like being in love!

I am out of it currently.

Love used to special, warm and most importantly, gave chills in my belly. Now, it’s more of a routine, comfort zone and doesn't give anything to my belly anymore.

As a confession note, I would say: it has annoyed the bejesus out of me.

There are days when I don’t care about the heart-balance but there are days when I do, and desperately want to remember how it felt like being in love? Because I faintly reminisce that when I used to be in love, it was certainly a warm feeling. Not everything around used to be annoying, I didn’t feel the need to meditate or distract to calm myself down. Expectations were not mortified and dates were not just digits or fruit but moments! Now that I am out of it, I want to call it a phase and stop worrying about it. I like to tell myself that this all mayhem will pass and I shall reunite with the belly-butterflies. But remotely, I don’t think that’s going to happen.

Maybe I have saturated, even tired, of having loved so much in so many years gone by. Maybe I just need some break or change or just a neutral phase in between my in-love and not-in-love phases! Maybe it’s the consistency of the same presence or just the very comfortable comfort zone.  I am not certain of the solution strategy but certain that I would like to feel it all again!

Because at the end, love should live - And that’s all that matters!

"इश्क बदलता रहे कोई हर्ज़ नहीं;
इस मुकाम पे आकर लगता है के शायद उसका जिंदा रहना ज्यादा ज़रूरी था!"

Scar

A Scar

A Stitch

A Twitch, 

A History, 

A Mystery

A Story, 

A Pain

A Remembrance 

A Resurrection, 

A Memory,

A Story

A Scar..!! 

PS- Scars are sexy to have! Coz they carry a history, a story and something else than usual eyes/lips to remember in a face! \

PSS- I Have One!