In the musings

Kal

‘kal’ carries two meanings, yesterday and tomorrow. I have here used ‘kal’ for tomorrow and ‘beete kal’ for yesterday. Sometimes we are so engrossed in thinking about our future that we forget our present and then when time passes by we just have nothing left but to repent of the past.

Soch ke kal ka
Mein is pal ko jeena
Bhool gaya
Ab yaad mein beete kal kee
Mein aansoo bahata
Chala gaya

Soch ke kal ka
Mein apno ko gale lagana
Bhool gaya
Ab yaad mein beete kal kee
Mein yun hee tanha
Chala gaya

Soch ke kal ka
Mein hosh mein aana
Bhool gaya
Ab yaad mein beete kal kee
Mein samajh ise sapna
Chala gaya

Strumming the melody

When night calls forth

When silence holds forth
My heart palpitates
The unsung melody

While strumming the guitar
While looking at stars
My mind refurbishes
Yet another journey

Where do I wonder
Where life calls me yonder
My soul aches
For strumming this melody

O' Oblivion

This post is about the post liquor melodrama and my subliminal mental state . This phenomenon can be duly described by word ,'Oblivion' and here are some repercussions of a liquor-blood concoction. So it goes, "post talli post mortem" ......

Tippled in ecstasy
Am loving this sleepless trance
Where the blankness rife
And the time is killed patiently
For you can wait, my life

And from here, from hence
Thou art my lord, O' Oblivion ....

Think tank has diffused
So no pain, no glory
Its like just another
Cindrella's sprited allegory

And from here, from hence
Thou art my lord, O' Oblivion .....

Take me in O' Oblivion
Or neurons would gnaw me in
And render me ur haven
Before this whirlpool of life
Drifts me back to worldy tavern

Thou art my lord, O' Oblivion ....

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A tribute to two of my very close friends, Mc Dowell's No.1 and Vijit , both of whom have accompanied me forever in this oblivion land......so 3 cheers to you my friends...!!!!

For 18 till I die …

Just a collation of doddering senility and fuelling juvenility

Once the zephyr blew them (hair) hard
But now a maelstrom made it all aired
Once the ravings never stopped
And now a voice barely heard

But the senses are still vying
For 18 till I die …

Once the pride so boasting
But now the very presence beseeching
Once the night so stark
And now even sight off the mark

But the heart still thumping
For 18 till I die …

Once the tandoori chicken so palatable
But now the very smell impalpable
Once the sugar so yum
And now the cholesterol scum

But the blood still darting
For 18 till I die …

Once the cynosure of every chick
But now the company of solitary prick
Once the violent dalliance
And now the decrepit non chalance

But life is as we lived like yesterday
For 18 till I die …

Once the hopes ever rising
But now the very scope tantalizing
Once the mind all solicitous
And now the memory all nebulous

But the soul shall always be mortal
For 18 till I die …

Ek soch ...

There’s a conflict which hits me every now and then. It is a tussle where in at times I wish to be occupied by myself and at times to be occupied by my loved ones. I have tried a lot to elude this but eventually there’s no escaping by to it and I wonder why? The solace here has been described by word ‘tanha’ and company by ‘qurbatein’.

Khuda khair kare
Hum to tanha hi jee lete
Par yeh kambakht qurbatein
Judaa to ho humse

Dooba kar apni noshi mein
Le chalti hai gardish ki oor
Aur phir aisi bekhudi see soz
Jaise jannat se anjuman ko
Tarasta yeh mann har roz

Par phir jab mahsooos hote
Sarah pe yeh pair
To jaan haqeeqat is jahaan ki
Laut chalte khudi ke aagosh mein
Marhoom kar apni
Qurbaton ke kacche dhaage
Bebas is fitna soch ke aage

Khuda khair kare
Humko to jeena
Is lachaar soch ke saath
Par kambakht koi bhulane
Ke liye badhata to haath

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I, Me and Myself

I, the ‘heart’

Me, the ‘mind’
Myself, the ‘soul’

I was cheerful
Me was handful
Myself was lustful

I wished love
Me wished rove
Myself wished dove

For

I was romantic
Me was chaotic
And Myself was mystic

I and Me never shared a date
While Myself
Had an altogether different sate

But I and Me got together
In the rainy monsoon weather
While myself chose eternal slither

But in the end

I have no doubt
While Me wonders all about
When Myself is leading to a rout

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Long ago I heard of an idiotic theory of philosophy i.e. theory of dualism of which I could comprehend just one thing that Mind is materialistic while soul is spiritualistic. The fellow who gave this theory just missed one thing, ’heart’. To add to the idiocy heart is a quasi material swinging in between materialistic and spiritualistic ends and by far overshadows the other two

woh zaalim adaa

Woh gaali bhi de
To maano firdaus se
Kisi ne gul-dasta de maara ho

Woh ruswa bhi ho humse
To maano aaftab pe
Kaali ghata see chaayi hai

Woh dor bhi jaaye humse
To maano kareeb aane ka who ehsaas
Jaise barso ki tishnagi pe barsat

Woh pyaar bhi na kare humse
To maano apne kaach se dil pe
Gard saaf na kee ho un ne

Woh zaalim ada

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To my angels, with love

Yeh Safar

Hosh to na humein kal thaa
Na aaj hain Aur na kabhi aayega
Par yeh ehsaas
Is safar ka ab hamesha sataega
Aur bhasm hoga ek din
Is bashar ki goad mein
ke phir waqt ki khamoshi mein
yun hin kat gaya

Yeh Safar ...

Un lamhon ki taazgi
woh yaaron ki dildaari
ke phir kya koi falsafa
jab yaad unki aayegi
jaise thaa ek paimanaa
jiski madhoshi mein
gujara woh zamanaa
ke zehan bhi utar na paaya woh fasana
aur yun ki kat gaya

Yeh Safar ...

Surkh hue woh ashq
jo judaai mein beh chale
ke ab to aankh bhi phir chaukas hai
phir kab laaut aaye woh pal
par na jaan sakegi yeh duniya
tadap is dil kee
ke kyun thee hum namm
jab yun hi thamm gaya

Yeh Safar ...

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To BHU , with Love

I'll miss you

Left in shards
I am worried
whether you'll ever turn back
to embrace me again

Such as this
time would keep to grow
gripping me in musings
to a wait, surreal

Am alive
with those savored moments
evading the end
to forget what I missed

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To the queen who ruled my heart ......
and inspired by the legendary Nusrat sahab

" Jaania Haania Tu Vi Sikh Ke De Dukh Sukh Polna
Tere Bin Nahi Lagda Dil Mera Dholna "

To all those deeply drowned in love ......
lets talk of love ....

? What is love ......
@ If love is between human beings it should be devoid of desires, if love's between opposite sexes it should be devoid of lust and if love's between humans and nature it should be devoid of time.....

? The cradle of love ......
@ The inception of love in most cases is charm one sees in another and then transitioned for rationality to be shouldered on benevolent human nature .....

? The death of love .....
@ Love is the curiosity to own a person completely and once it happens that one submits himself/herself to the other love wanes with satisfaction of one's vanity ......

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Daud

I don't know whether my words would actually be able to vent out the feelings that have sunk in, of what I saw today and for the first time I wish to write, other than my musings . This incident happened tonight after me and my friend stopped for dinner at a dhabha after 5 hours of strenuous journey on the highway. This "gumnaan dhabha" was a typical desi set up with charpais and planks above them to keep your plates and food on it. After washing faces and hands we tanked ourselves on one of these charpais right across a punjabi driver who also had just settled himself in the charpai along with his son.
The father seemed to be somewhere around 60 but quite stout still with calm and commanding presence. Like the father his son was too a muscular fellow and both carried the same pensive expression on face. And then came to us a bald baba with a typical dhabba menu starting from dal tadka (the cheapest ) to kadhai paneer ( the costliest ) . The place was full of those lorry men and we clearly stood out in that lot. But then whatever be it we ordered a lavish meal for us with one butter dal fry, one kadhai paneer, butter roti and cold drinks. The old baba took the orders from the two gentleman too and was back in a flash with what was demanded as they have almost all the things prepared up. As soon as he placed the food on to our planks we both immediately pounced on to it and didn't bothered to look up until we both finished two rotis each and to wait for the baba to deliver the next lot. Meanwhile I glanced on to the food of our charpai mates and observed some queer things as compared to our food. They both had just ordered one dal ( a simple one with no tadka ) and both were even gulping their rotis from the same plate.

The point of discontent to me was that the father and son had a far more strong built as compared to us and far more strong appetite compared to us and deserved far more food as compared to us but then also they had to just settle for one dal whose mere cost was 10 Rs. equivalent to that liquid we ordered to quench our thirst. I don't know what kind offa visceral sensation that image had on my mind but it repelled me to refrain from one more roti which I was about to take . All of sudden my mind was filled with a flood of questions which I think have taken a corner stone on my heart. I hope each one us will ask these questions to oneself at least for a single moment of our existence and realize that is it worth what it is.

? Is money taking human genome to a slow death where devoid of any libidos we are just mortal to find our end some day

? When shall the race for desires come to a halt when we already have what we need with us

? What will be the cost of satisfaction in this new world order

? Do the pizza bread, the burger, the dessert, the wine, the entertainment worth the value of a delicate stomach dying of hunger in some other world

? Why are people so bad to each other

? Hell ! Is this India, my country, for which Gandhi gave his life , Hell !

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And till the mind unravel these questions

Daude ja oh belagham ghode
Daude ja is anokhi duniya mein

As I walk away ...

Scared of the light
I swerve into the dark
And all alone in this cosmos
I am myself
Distraited by no ruts
Guiding my own vagaries

I walk away…
I walk apart…

Jigging at the thump of heart
And the longings for past
It’s now just my breathe
Hissing at my hEARing drums
And I wished for this peace
So please forgive me

As I walk away…
As I walk apart…

I’m falling apart

I’m falling apart
Someone tether my heart
Eyes are gleaming in past
Bringing what once was a part

It’s getting hard to withhold
Of what’s inside on a roll
Why you pilfered my soul
When love was raining
And I’m left dry and alone

I’m falling apart

In the auroral epoch

I was lying supine
In the auroral epoch

I was all unconscious
In your swathed grasp

I was all numb
In your basking warmth

I was in liberation
In your soothing arms

I was irresistible
In your electrifying tactile

I was elated
In your endearing stance

I was in salvation
In your rendered love potions

I was in solace
In your tucked up chastity

I was getting pandered
In your sleeky jostles

I was gnawing elixirs
In your puckered labials

I was all petrified
In your lanky gossamers

I was held forth
In your flaccid protrusions

I was all doused up
In your perspiring caress

I was in visceral sensation
In your savoring soul

I was inhaling life
In your somatic piquance

I was feigning trance
In your beatific dance

I laid myself supine
For the auroral epoch

It all happens
In the auroral epoch

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A tribute to platonic love

I dream ....

I dream of silence
the silence of air
of air that I breathe in
breathe that strangles the silence

I dream ....

I dream of running
running in teeming rain
the rain that fills puddles
puddles that thwart running

I dream ....

I dream of coddles
the coddles of my mother
A mother whose voice is boon
A boon with nonpareiled coddles

I dream ....

I dream of the warmth
the warmth of my sweetheart
the sweetheart of my soul
a soul long deserted of warmth

I dream ....

I dream of times
times that don't stay by
what stays are the memories
memories that evoke every passing time

I dream ....

I'm in no Haste

“Haste makes waste”, is an adage known for centuries. Its very significance though never understood in the very crude sense. There is a lot of time to kill, but of the very time available, the efficiency of time yielding happiness is just a small fraction. This is what is called waste and its very cause the haste.

I’m in no haste

Haste makes waste

Waste no date

Date only mate

Mate is fate

Fate comes late

So I’m in no haste

Haste makes waste

Waste no breathe

Breathe brings health

Health is wealth

Wealth can’t shun death

Death is in no haste

So I’m in no haste

Haste makes waste

Waste no smile

Smile comes in facile

Facile loves juvenile

Juvenile every while

While you’re not senile

Senile is in no haste

And so I’m in no haste

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Truly inspired from the indolency of human veins

I wonder ….

Everybody does wonder for sure. For this is the wonderland of the most ludicrous minds prevailing throughout the universe and the atmosphere consisting an air of very somnolence to muse. This is my own wonderland where the dilemma of balance is striking a chord of incoherence.

I wonder ...

What love seeks
When departed weeps
While hatred reeks

I wonder …

Why memories conjure
When souls injure
While happiness perjure

I wonder …

What sanctity wants
When evil vaunts
While silence haunts

I wonder …

Why reveries fade
When siesta pervades
While minds in shade

I wonder …

Why truth’s repugnant
When justice stagnant
While law its tenant

I wonder …

What beauty requires
When blindness desires
While sight acquires

I wonder …

Why humbleness implores
When abundance stores
While merciless deplores

I wonder …

Why temptations arise
When heart doesn’t compromise
While needs suffice

I wonder …

Why thinking veer
When wisdom slumber
While madness shear

I wonder …

Why hopes stifle
When enthusiasm at pinnacle
While fates shuffle

I wonder …

What life is it
When world is where is it
While we spin like yo-yo in it

I wonder …

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Truly inspired by the wonderful people around me and here's a small tribute to them

I wonder ..

Why women love sex
When debt's free tax
While men quell's his vex

I wonder...

I shall depart

For this very day of 22^nd June is quite painful for god. He had to send one of his beloved child far away from himself. Although this place was in contrast with heaven and to the fortune of child he found godlike souls incarnated as parents. But god’s heart again longs for his beloved child and so he shall depart leaving behind his sermon to be inscripted in to the minds of the denizens of this place.

But before that

I wanna dance in monsoon rain

Till all my sweat drain

And let the orgy go wild