वह मनुष्य!

था तो मनुष्य ही वह,
मनुष्य की-सी काया,मस्तिष्क,भावनाएँ,
परन्तु केवल ये ही नहीं,
मनुष्य का-सा भाग्य भी था उसका,
एवं उपहास उड़ती हुई विषमतर परिस्थितियाँ|

एक पथभ्रष्ट पथिक की भांति,
चला जा रहा था वह|
अपने मार्ग, अपनी महत्वाकांक्षाओं से विमुख,
एक ऐसे अनुपम, आलौकिक प्रकाश की खोज में निरंतर,
जिसमें उसकी स्वीकृति, अस्वीकृति, मौन,
सब विलीन हो जाए|

जीवन समर्पित कर दिया था उसने,
उन प्राणियों को,
जो कहते थे की वे उसके अपने हैं, शुभचिंतक हैं|
भावना-विहीन हो गया था वह,
किंतु लेशमात्र भी दुःख नहीं था!
बलिदान की पराकाष्ठा बन चुका था वह,
चला जा रहा था उस कंटक-पथ पर|

मार्ग में जल देखकर तृष्णा बुझाने के लिए रुका,
परन्तु यह क्या?
ताल में अपने ही प्रतिबिम्ब से घबरा गया वह|
"क्या यह मैं हूँ? हे इश्वर! मैं ऐसा तो न होना चाहता था मैं| ऐसे जीवन से तो मृत्यु ही भली!"
काल-चक्र का ग्रास बन चुका था वह|
मानव जीवन का प्रत्यक्ष उदाहरण|
परन्तु विडम्बना तो देखो,
मृत्यु ने भी उसे न स्वीकारा!
हाय जीवन!

LOVE!

~~Maybe I'm addicted,
I'm out of control,
but you're the drug
that keeps me from dying.
Maybe I'm a liar,
but all I really know is
you're the only reason I'm trying.~~


Call this song old, cliched, or whatever! The fact is that I just can't get over it. The more I listen to it, the more it entices me... Ah!

The lyrics represent one of the purest manifestations of the incomparable feeling- LOVE. So true, so divine; straight from the heart.

The acceptance of committing follies, and the 'effort' put in to come out of them, shows. How fine would it be if each one of us at least 'tries' to change ourselves a bit for the one without whom survival seems almost impossible. Innit?

One can wonder as to how a single word add so much depth to one's life. It is the feeling that consumes- holistically!

Cheers to the month of love, admiration, romance and realization of the value of a certain someone... :)

DRY TEARS

Another day,
Another year.
Loads of reassurances,
Still some fear.

They say, “Now we’re free!”
To come to think of it; are actually we?
Contemplations; thoughts inevitable,
Of the past, of people ineffable.

Reminiscences,
Repercussions.
Pitfalls,
Upgradations.

A year added,
A year reduced.
Fine moments of joy,
But remorse, could we extrude?

“Move on”, a voice exclaims.
“Do I have a choice?”, my mind strains.

I’m lost,
I’m naïve.
Complexities accrete,
As life clutches me tight.

Shackled, strangulated.
Dithered, choked.
But the love around,
Wouldn’t even let me slope!

The innocence is gone,
While feelings stay.
In the worldly strife,
I just hope to find my way.

THE PERFECT MATCH

Whenever you ask a girl of how she would like her ‘man’ to be, be sure that you’ve got loadsa time in your hand, and all the other quotidian tasks are mere. Coz now starts an odyssey into the dream world. Sigh… :( :( (You can’t be sure of exclusivity every single time though, but length, my dear, is guaranteed…. Perhaps, I could’ve enjoyed a matinee show all this while. But since I was the one who possessed this unlimited thirst for knowledge ;) , only I am going to bear the repercussions. Sob sob… )
“C’mon, it won’t be the same hackneyed story this time”, I console myself. But regrets follow. Whatever!!
Throughout this period, while I was preparing myself for the unparalleled strife, the list pours in.
“Umm… well… He must be tall, dark, suave… blush…. Must possess a good sense of humor, should be rich… blah blah…”
“What if he’s short and stout but cute? Or probably fair but full of social etiquettes and mannerisms??”, I ask the female.
“Dunno what will I do in such a case… Will see when the person comes in front of me. All this is very situational and dependent on the circumstances, you see.. But one thing is for sure. He ought to be damn witty”, she replies.
“Ohhhhkay.. And do you think you’ve got enough wits to indulge in a conversation with him then?”. Shit.. This sounds too sardonic.. And pat comes the reply. “Yes, I definitely do”.
Well, it’s better to shut up right now. Anyways, we ain’t nemeses that we need to be so curt. And hey, why the hell are we fighting over a ‘mere’ guy?? That too when his existence is doubtable. Truce! Truce!!
I take up the charge to speak first after the tiff.
“What’s your take on commitment? Ain’t that on your priority list? What if he cheats on you?”
After making faces, (and probably smirking at me) she responds, “Yeah… all that goes without saying. I told you about the additional credentials. And moreover, he won’t cheat on me.”
“Why not?”, I leap at her. Then realizing my impulsive and oh-so blunt expression, I try to add a tinge of euphemism. “ I mean, God forbid, if that happens, what are you gonna do?” I was still cursing myself for having said that.
“Then it’ll be his loss entirely, not mine”, she says acerbically.
“Yeah, right. Hunh”, I mumble.. (I’m into the bitchy mood now.. lol)
After the interview with the volunteer is over, I’m dragged into my world of thoughts. I really don’t understand why love and commitment forever- the crucial elements have taken a backseat and secondary thoughts have gained utmost importance? Why do we continuously strive to be more appealing than we actually are, even if that means adopting artificial means? Physical beauty is just a passe, according to me at least.
Is it too difficult to think of an emotional guy (the one who understands, or at least pretends to understand all stresses you go through), who’s a gentleman (morally upright in his words and action) and who loves his near and dear ones?? (coz only if he loves his, can you expect him to love and respect yours)
Can’t a person who stands by you all the time, and dreams of reaching the heights of success together with you, actually exist?? Am I being too Utopian??
Meanwhile, one of my favs, by Shania Twain plays in my mind.. And how I admire the thoughts..

“Ain’t nothin’ better?
We beat the odds together.
..
..
They said, I bet, they’ll never make it.
But just look at us holdin’ on.
We’re still together, still goin’ strong.”

OH LAWWD... SAVE ME...

Confusion! Confusion!! Confusion!!! And mind you, I've got loads of it.
How I wish I could have invited a monster to eat it up all. ( with dollops of butter, mayonnaise and honey.. or better still, decide it yourself, dude.. "make your own sundae" sorts! ;) )
Well... I'm gravely concerned over things going haywire in my life. Continuously screwing up things has become a necessity for my survival, I believe. To put it up better, my newly discovered 'penchant'. Whatever!
But an audacious girl since I am, (anyone in doubts can reach out to my kin and peers) I try to sort out muddled up things, resurrect and start off with a new ray of hope and tonnes of optimism. (that's the only positive quality i possess, perhaps). Everything goes fine for a while, only to go wrong later. Sounds trite? Shit, I can't excel here too!
With great difficulties, i somehow manage to reach to a conclusion, when some of the veterans around me blatantly refuse to approve of it. Moreover, their philanthropist and altruistic nature (with due respects) urges them to inform me that my approach itself is wrong. (hey... where on Earth had you been all this while, hun? )
And unfortunately, they're right most of the times. Hell! What a cipher I am.
What follows is the haranguing period. And all's swiped off! Sigh.
A new beginning. A new hope. Let's see what the future beholds. Probably, struggle is what I'm made for.

P.S. : I apologize to all those who feel they wasted their precious time reading this crap; and sympathize too. But believe me, with the keyboard in front of me, I simply could not resist the temptation of venting them out. Would have succumbed to these crassy thoughts, else.

A SILENT CRY..

Somewhere in the city,
lay motionless- a girl.
All stained in blood,
but no one cared..

She was yet to be born,
her eyes hadn't seen the dawn.
When malevolence struck her,
and in the jaws of death she was brutally drawn.

The Death God came,
to receive her Himself.
To take her back,
to the place she had once left.

Outlandish she was now,
a soul too lone.
Hence, she abjured the world,
heading in a direction unknown.

She bawled, she wailed,
full of acrimony.
Since her mission to Earth,

had unceremoniously failed.

There were questions- unanswered,
there were thoughts- full of vehemence.
She ought to confront them,
her once "would be" parents.

She accosted them,
almost in tears.
Had she forgotten,
that they were no longer her peers??

"Oh Mom! Oh Dad!
what was my fault?"
Stupefied she was,
and that anyone could spot.

"I was a part of your soul,
your flesh, your skin.
You were the ones,
whom I would have called kin.

I still remember the day,
Ah!! the clouds were so gray.
When you told Dad that you were pregnant,
and a child was on the way.

He kissed you back,
in an ardent style.
Then what went wrong?
were you thinking of a boy all this while?

You nourished me for months,
and held me so close.
You spoke to me loquaciously.
why then did I have to go?

I would have been at par,
with the son you dreamt of so far.
But I was nipped off,
like an unwanted scar.

Why? Why?? Why??? "

But the couple was untouched,
unmoved by the girl's whine.
"How can it be?", she thought.
Then realizing something,
she let out a sigh, as if it was the perfect anodyne.

The reality had re-surfaced,
now in it's crudest form.
She was a soul, not a being anymore.
and the ability to listen to one, humans didn't have in store.

Alas!! I wish they did...
I really wish!!!