A severed thread of trust and bonding
It is said that the very basis of any relationship is mutual trust and sense of belonging to each other and this thread that connects people is indeed very delicate. Once broken it can’t be the same and even if you try your best there will always be a knot in the thread, in the mind and in the heart. You will carry that lifelong scar on the face reminding you every moment that a betrayed past will never believe in the presence and the imminent future no matter what.
Extent of Delusion
The edge of the horizon seems nigh,
while I gaze into the long and lifeless night;
Your scent sniffing me through time and space,
a glimmer of hope begins to light.
Destiny has countless shadowy flecks,
flowing endlessly in my timeless wrecks;
Yet to be found in the golden sands,
dreams are nothing but writings on the specks.
Blind in blood yet skies are clear,
expression is nothing but a drop of my tear;
Craving for the longings gone wayward,
praying for my rescue to come and steer.
I desire you as rain upon the forest bare,
desperation seeks just a swerve of your tress;
Slammed against the wall crushed to my bones,
all I see is your ever redeeming face.
Love is a double-edged sword that I wield,
surmising if that is what fate has sealed;
Smeared in the scars of tempestuous past,
this soul is after your touch to be healed.
Have a nice life ..............
Ode to Niteangle
Like an enchanted west wind, your presence is expected,
To enlighten a longing heart, that is perpetually jaded,
Carried by the chariot of good hopes, when all seems Faded,
Shrouded in the glum, yet towards your whiff I am headed.
Inadvertently consumed by the rustic charm of your glow,
Painting my town by the colours wherever they flow,
Drowning my daemons and embracing the angels, I spread,
Like the grace and flight of the hair uplifted from your head,
Amidst the flailed chasms of my presence, there lies your hope,
Nothing will keep me away from reaching you, if there is a rope,
Chained and bowed to heavy weight of the hour, I see a chance,
The silver line in the darkest of the clouds, oh! Your mighty nuance.
The Ultimate Chance
Trojan horse that has come out of hide,
Basking in the balmy thrust of your chide,
Am I complaining too much while being too low,
Moreover this mere life has too much to owe,
Profoundly lost but presumably inhabited,
Accused of blasphemy but duly venerated,
Rested in peace of your assuring glance,
Lost in life but riding an ultimate chance,
Oh, glory you will not let me forsaken,
Having nothing to offer, since I am all taken.
Have a nice life ............
A Walk Back for The Lost Ones
After as many as countless epochs of a spasmodic fits of infancy that has been trying to kick in this rather professional arena of witty pursuits for materialism and gratification, it looks tardy to ruminate on this cliché anymore with my limited exposure to life in general. This morning with a wake up call and a follow up sensation down my nerves started the age old question of drawing on the predicament of living up to the dream of celestial salvation with broken flippers and heart of a fearless diver.
Unimaginable is the urge to tread back on the those beaten tracks of my immaculate idiosyncrasies that still doesn’t qualify as an ancient one to my nostalgic mind and where I can still find a surreal plain which still holds my glorious train of thoughts onto my attention clings perpetually. The drunken soul dipped in the ecstasy of an everlasting anticipation staggers in the way while moving forward in search for the alchemist, thought I know that every step I take back will make the ashes of a tumultuous past fall to the urn and to taint the state I come and return.
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Have a nice life ............
Humorous streak of intent
Love with all its complications, yet so sheer my dear,
Needless to say it all, but at times I like to see it clear.
I never knew it before, and the revelation came to the fore,
Seamlessly attached to my soul, though I see opening of a door.
Baseless thoughts of your loss, fueled by my everlasting desire,
Your love brings me comfort, but separation annihilates and fire.
Sometimes I question it all, weather it soars only to fall,
But the smile in your eyes for me, doesn’t it seem to say all.
The longing with all its tranquil, and it feels no desperate will,
Hopelessly lost in the chaos, the world passing by as I sit quite still.
Will it see the desired end, I don’t know but I can understand,
Surmising the intent of your love, I sleep with eternity in my hand
Have a nice life ............
Elegy Written in Winnowy Weingarten
Sacred desires of a well-farmed verse,
Meddled in the lashes of a silent curse.
Songs are telling of my every unsuccess,
Dreams are in plenty but only to distress.
Abyss of the reality but fathomed by my heart,
Stuck around the corner and oblivious to start.
In the prison of days I have resentfully spent,
There is nothing to praise in the wake of lament.
Dreadfully shaken to the core by your gaze,
The likeness of odds is breaking out of the cage.
Have a nice life ............
Forlorn Madness
The heavenly face of yours with the sanely haze,
Reducing my love to nothing but sheer madness,
This may as well serve the cause of your shame,
In the world of your victims its difficult to blame,
Don’t sever the bondage of affection that is divine,
If not for love let it be for an enmity with mine,
What is the notoriety if you chose me to befriend,
The solitude with you is destined to be my errand,
Even though I am not an enemy of myself, it’s true,
Your unbridled affection is everything but you,
The existence of this being seems beyond your vision,
My pain and sufferings owe you this ethereal illusion,
Sufferings that mar the pursuit of an everlasting faith,
Their glory will remain forever in the hearts to bequeath,
Grant these palms something o biased one to glee,
At least a sanction to beatify my cry and plea,
Although habits to sacrifice in your ways will be perpetual,
The odds to see the return of my hopes are evenly cruel,
Chasing the mist of barmy uncertainty only to remain it vain,
Will there be the union of fates by leaving no desire and pain.
Have a nice life ............
Restless Faith
Surreptitious whispers of cluttered fate,
in the offing to bid me an eternal farewell;
Oblivious to the defining moment of the truth,
your premonition made my heart swell.
Gently yet struck unwillingly by the nook of your wit,
the façade is rendered sulkily;
Let my lost hopes embark on an exodus of trust,
despite struggling within so feignly.
Contrived ignorance with mediocrity in the heed,
who trusted the chant was love indeed;
Carnality is what my flesh will breed,
to turn a pious heart ravenous against his creed.
Have a nice life ............
Pie loves ...
Why are you running on the edge of my sight,
Could there be a reason to explain my plight,
Gloomy countenance yet glittered by your eyes,
Lost in the count of my countless sighs,
May we be the one where contrasts will mingle,
Lets surpass the monocot of all that is single,
Kindled voices blare the silent mile,
Fleeting hopes are all that I have adorning my aisle.
Have a nice life ............
Recapitulating Learnings
Over the last couple of weeks, it been really surprising to watch things around me converge slowly to a point where thinking stops to give way to a very familiar surge of pelted emotions and not even for a moment they spare my brain to recapitulate the lessons learnt in the past. For that very reason, the past hours in the day have been pressing very hard on me to let this all go like the way its predecessors had been relinquished to the whim of an unforgiving and barren destiny, which surprisingly doesn’t fail to take me by my all every now and then.
I don’t seem to relate this déjà vu to what I have experienced so many times before as still somewhere deep down in the passionate clamor of my heartbeats, I am expecting it to churn out a decent melody. The question that can be defied by even the least anticipated source of intelligence is still in search for the answer that can not be any more obvious to me and to all that is surrounding me. It is ludicrous and makes me laugh by virtue of its simplicity but the hidden persona of an enormously swollen and bruised ego deters the reality to the extent that all the evidences of truth fall flat in their attempt to belittle a known hypocrisy. The desire to upping the ante leaves a meager dose of self respect to carry this existence forward but at the same time the inherent compulsion to behold this obsession pumps the head high against all odds. Categorically speaking, this innate notion of carving a niche out of a difficult terrain to suit my likelihood to fall prey to the jumping genes with the every step I take is gradually reinforcing some sort of pseudo-realism, layer by layer on the window that overlooks the traffic down the road with all its relentless valor to carry out the job that carries me over to the next destination one after another.
Admittedly, you never stop changing what you could be, but what you are never stops you from changing. The colors of a divine metaphor are imposed on my restless soul but the tiredness in the eyes is failing to recognize the gaze that is nurturing my flesh and bones with all the kindness and grace. This conundrum of life will go on and on till the end of days when a fallen angle will slowly be reclaimed by the earth surmounting all his beauty and vanity in the wake of the most remorseful and futile resilience ever put up by anyone out of the endless sea of humanity.
Momo lost in the moment
Actually it’s about Momo losing its existence rather than Momo getting past yet another moment after handing out the same from the near defunct repository of its possessions. It seems like yesterday but that with a span of unsurpassed and extent of unimaginable pangs of agony and remorseful anticipations.
Coming a long way and getting out of that shadow is impossible even during the flight of imaginations but on many occasions the restless and bruised subconscious relinquishes its constant struggle to stifle the perpetually imploding sense of disenchantment and submits to the rather easy going state of lost identity. On that plane the morphing of abstract helplessness ceases to transform into ever changing attachments and the status quo reigns with its primordial and relentless monotone.
At times it feels like drifting the existence to stagnation where relativity with respect to the rest of the universe defies its own meaning. Nonetheless, it all seems to justify this galvanized flux from and to the universe that has kept us mortal. Getting tired of this life is what that is moving this ennui to search for the lips to reprimand the desires of the deprived. Even on today, it is waking up invariably to the sunset of yet another pursuit of the passing moment that fails to define the Momo.
If that is the resting place for the lost souls I am salvaged to have found it. Let the Momo gone for good as the window is shut and the room is empty.
House of Mirrors
A carnival of kaleidoscopes that enthralls gullible human hearts never ceases to exist in the confinements of our spatial and visual senses. Its tortuous paths with a labyrinth element are what that makes this ordeal endlessly and insanely intriguing. Galvanized by this metaphorically theatrical milieu, we surmise an image that holds myriad reflections of our affections and desires, drawn by the influx of our thoughts and are as dynamic as the inertia of a speeding bullet. Frequently and rather ironically, a battle rages within a hall of nightmares, where our images of imagination are broadcast on many mirrors whilst their realities are firing at them desperately to put their prolonged misery of living in a place surround by sham and feigned dispositions to an end.
Surprisingly, our forced acceptance of this brutal reality fades away in the wake of a largely pseudo-realistic approach to life that is ingrained in our mindsets and doesn’t allow realism to exist in its entirety in our world where our own pre-conceived abstractions paint objects on the horizon of our discourse. As a very familiar corollary of this most universal and most unexplained paradox, we don’t seem to be deterred by the loss of that mirror at any given moment of life and continue to move on in search for another mirror harboring yet another world of gratifying reflections.
Strangely enough, this appearance, as fake as a knave bridal embellishment, serves desperate hearts cross the limits of rational endurance and make them relapse into a diabolical whirl of self-annihilation and meteoric suffering. With regard to which, I regret to say that despite all the swashbuckling efforts, I am unable of fetter my pounding heart at the sight of a horrific incident but at the same time I don’t want to get carried away too far in this bubble of self-realization. All the clamor and chores around the corner are already looming large on my subconscious and before I can count shreds of my broken mirror, my inevitable dreams already seem to requiem for a whole new array of reflections in the house of mirrors. Needless to say I am lost once again.
May you be blessed………………
Remembering 2006
The wake up call of the scorching sun rendered me with one time annual feeling that was meant to face the first day of a brand new year after all the pervious year's commotions and anticipations that had embarked on a journey rooted for good in the past along with chime of midnight bells.
With a ‘rather-difficult-to-attain’ hindsight, it seems insatiably important to splurge a little bit about the year gone-by even though it is clumsily remembered for keeping my old scars bleeding. But gratefully enough last year life offered me too much work and traveling to keep my mind engaged. All in all it started off very well with a bout of relocation into a much-anticipated domain and surprisingly I found myself on a more comfortable side of the plank. For the next couple of months things were very hectic to make me able to get a grip on an annoyingly difficult assignment. But just when I thought that I had seen it all in the ‘City of Joy’, I was presented with the roar of the lion plattered with a paradoxical generosity and as usual the judgment of the Magi came into the picture and ultimately resulted in one more uprooting to the best of my life and my future faster than my strutting imagination. Within a week life catapulted me across the ocean I had never crossed before into a realm of hesitant anticipations and mushy realities. I was chanting my swan song to the diminishing sight of my tavern yet the flashing memories from the past with same intonations were busy painting a rather familiar sketch of another prolonged separation. Nevertheless, time flew by before I could say 'Harry Potter', and the day to fly me back to the doors of the Magi arrived. Quite rightfully, I was chuffed enough not to feel my feet on the ground and being carried away by the balmy ecstasy of those moments, I ended up right in front of those almighty eyes where all the sorrow and pain are known to melt away leaving the mark of happiness on the cheeks of even the most unfortunate person ever walked on this planet. Like all the great and joyous rendezvous, that was also an affair of a few days and call of responsibilities dragged me back to the island inundated with sweat of human labor and heights of morbid ambitions. It took a while to adjust myself to be able to see things in the "right" perspective but owing to the circular nature of our lives, soon the ball started to roll again. That phase swiftly consumed the last couple of months but it left me with the disappointment of not being able to fly back to the sacred abode to see the year culminate into another one. Expectedly it gave a reason to start off this year with my eyes fixed on a pilgrimage that means anointing of soul in the ocean of utmost imaginable grace, kindness and divinity that takes off all the pain inflicted and regrets incurred during our days and nights chequered with rabid ignorance and abysmal insanity.
All his kindness and forgiveness is the elixir to lead this life to a better tomorrow where wounds from the past will be forgotten and sight will grow beyond the darkness to bask in the eternal sunshine of everlasting mercy.
Have a nice life ............
Resonating paradoxes
It is not very anomalous to notice that the utter playfulness of human heart never ceases to take notice of the slightest of the raffling in the feathers irrespective of their causality. On a very superficial plane, this influx of yet another barrage of circumstantial and paranoid insecurity is leaving all that I own into the same disarray, which had routed the very sense of existence out of me a few years ago.
Not only it is ironical to understand but also getting to the bottom of its corrosive depths is equally daunting. I don’t remember an instance where getting a grip of either of these two has resulted into anything but self-destruction. Surprisingly, I find myself rather ambivalent about tossing it all out of my window and take a blind plunge into the familiar muddle of insanely tempting muck to gratify a rabid beast roaring to cut all the hell loose.
Admittedly, the entire dexterous proclivity that is being garnered in the past couple of years, seem to enervate into a fake imposition of vanity, self-contentment and mundane-obviation. A gauntlet is thrown at my feet to sweep them off the ground, and the sheer might of deja vu is ready to make that spiteful transgression into a sadistic realm with carnal paraphernalia. Nevertheless, there is something in this whole shebang that is compelling enough to be seen from a different perspective, and that facet is blessed with a countenance with the brightness of all the stars and eyes defying the depths of all the known and unknown universes.
A forlorn yet everlasting longing for the trance from the union of beloved’s long lashes and fluttering eyes, is all that galvanizes the downtrodden life of a lover. The fate of the drunken gypsy is chained along the path to the tavern by those mighty locks, and to the worst there is no life away from the tavern. This conundrum of love demands nothing less than lifetimes whirled in the divine intoxication and enamored with the fragrance of the magi.
Oh! Arrogance of dilapidated human mediocrity, you know no boundary, and amidst your darkness I seek the light of that beacon to retain this tender heart rooted in the garden of faith and submission for eternity.
“The one who taught Hafiz, how his ghazals enhance,Is none but my silent friend, with a sweet parlance.”