Sunday, January 6, 2019

Teesta... A longing heart for Darjeeling


The messenger clouds carry a bagful of sad messages,
The sad heart turns into fog
And the restless heart turns into Teesta...

The sad messages come to the land of hills and forests
In square boxes;
Please let the heart stay as it is,
As it reads the sad messages enthusiastically...

The clouds carry a map to guide the messenger clouds,
And the twisting roads lead to his house surrounded by gardens.
At the end of the garden lies the main gate
And the rocking chair in the Verandah...

A small strip of sun ray falls on the carpet laid on the bed
The messenger cloud empties his bags there.
The messenger clouds carry a bagful of sad messages,
The sad heart turns into fog
And the restless heart turns into Teesta...


Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Warrior


The stage is all set.
For the courage to play
And defeat those lies within
Prying and proclaiming to be truth
Against his lord's pray.
The courage has to act strong
To make the fear go
And kill the ominous thong.
No, not just wait
And continue to contemplate
But to act, enact and direct
The righteousness state.
Determined against all odds
He now stands bold and tall
To fight and to win
Over his evils in all forms.

Thursday, May 31, 2018

Music in my Playlist


The music as it flows into ears, puts into a slumber where eyes are awake; but the mind has taken a leap into memories.

Memories unfold, as if someone has played a movie on VHS; and characters have started their play, some good and some bad.

I don’t see myself, but I see I lived those moments; having whirled and danced on the tunes as if somebody made me do so.

Each track on the playlist, bears a story of its own; stories that I wanted to write my way but were re-tailored by the destiny.

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Bidding Bye to 2017 | Welcoming 2018...

The year is about to end, at what note its going to end that’s up to us how we perceive. What you get to see with the flow of time, good or bad, happiness or sadness, it all depends on our perception. I stress this fact, that it won’t be incorrect to say that each year goes by like a neutral phase, with no bias for inclination towards raising you higher or putting you soiled in ashes. It’s just our experiences in this phase and how we have perceived it, and accordingly we decide how the year had been for us. But, the fact is, the year went by was just the same for each one of us. What it brought differently for us is our experiences. Everything will get soiled, but never will our experiences. Hence each year, the year gifts us our experiences in different forms, so that we get that special gift which is imperishable.

The year 2017 had loads of experiences for me. I thank this year for all that. It made me more learned, it made me more enlightened, and definitely it made me more strong. If you are strong, you gain the efficacy to withstand further experiences. What those experiences will come out to be, that again depend on our perception.

This year, I had the opportunity to buy for myself PlayStation 4. This was something was something which I longed for since my childhood. I was also lucky to have my hands on my own first MacBook. These dreams are small, but it gave me loads of happiness. I thank the God, and my parents, without the help of whom I could not have achieved these small dreams into reality. I am lucky to have such a beautiful destiny, such a beautiful family. I want to live forever for them to serve them with the best that I can. But the most significant thing that I did in 2017, was to save the life of a dog pup. He was so little, and almost drowning in the deep drains of Kestopur, Kolkata, nearby my rented house. People passed by, took no notice of his wails and cries, which were intermixed with bustles of this city. I heard, but somehow pretended to myself that I didn’t like others. But then, my heart compelled me to go forward, and bring that little pup out from the drain, where he was fighting to breathe, unable to get out on its own from such a deep drain. I pulled the pup out, and he was there looking at me, with those thankful but tired eyes, shaking his body and spitting off the killing spree that went inside him.

It takes so much little to help others. If you have evaluated that the help you are going to offer is not going to hamper your own self any bit, don’t hesitate, and move forward to offer your helping hand.

I know the year 2018 will also have loads of experiences to offer me. I am happily prepared for it. But the one and only thing that I have put up in my resolution is not to leave my creativity, not to leave those things that I enjoy doing out from my regular work, and I will keep my humorous side intact.

Here is a small clip, where Mr. Shah Rukh Khan is giving a motivational speech at Maulana Azad Urdu University. Towards the end of 2017, I came across this video and his speech motivated me a lot. I hope others will find it motivating as well. The one highlighting line from his speech that I would like to quote: 

“ Zindagi me kabhi na kabhi, kahin na kahin, aisa mukam ayega jab aap akela feel karenge. Ho sakta hai dukh ka samay bhi aye. Us waqt apki creativity hi apki sabse achi dost hogi. Duniya usko mane, ya na mane. ”

Saturday, December 30, 2017

His life as a Shadow

His life as a shadow… The part of his life which wandered to find its existence in light. Each day, with the Sun in the sky, he was there, with its intensity dependent on the gleaming source of light. He crossed by every road, and people kept the distance, afraid of their sacred quintessence to get polluted. The shadow knew the only sacred quintessence that ever existed in this world was Love. The love in people’s heart would never intersect the path that shadow followed. The shadow would contemplate, over-think, and when he could no longer conclude a definite reason, he would get drowned in glasses of darkness.

He felt safer there, in those glasses of darkness, as darkness numbed his feelings and prevented him to seek Love. Love is a thirst for him, to be loved, to be embraced in warmth of arms, to be felt over the hearty bosom. But who could have explained him, that shadows can never be embraced, they can never be hugged… While the cat’s crossing the road before sanity of love in people’s heart is blamed a bad omen, the shadow’s urge to be loved was treated as a disease, that potentially had the efficacy to disturb the balance of love in the world.

The shadow had a theory, that this world is fixated on one of the pan of a universal balance, on the other pan sits love. This universal balance is under control of the almighty, and love is a blessing that the almighty has gifted people with. Love in each of the people’s heart accumulated together, in form of a big ball, sits on the other pan of the universal balance and maintains the scale to neutral position. If ever someone shared their love with the shadow, the scale of this balance will fluctuate, and the pan where this world sits will be endangered. People don’t wish that to happen, and want to keep their home safe.

The shadow questioned himself, if sharing love with him endangered the world’s existence on the balance, then why not grow more love, the extra part, and make that for the parched shadow. He couldn’t find the answer, and he soaked himself in the glass of darkness to relax, to numb his senses and feelings.
The shadow feels himself complete in the darkness, healed, and relaxed. Though still thirsty, but he feasts on the never ending darkness, instead of Love that he longs for. The light discriminates him, for the odd that he has within. This is the story of his life as a 'Shadow'.


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Sunday, October 15, 2017

A Bookmarked Dream

Dreams come in all shapes and sizes. There is no substantial parameter that I can think of, that can measure dreams. The feeling of contentment on having attained the dream be it any, on having fulfilled that desired wish, is same; at least for me.

A wish, a dream; dream being concentrated and superlative form of wish, they are seamlessly plastered on inner walls of our heart. And with each beat of the throbbing heart, it reminds that there is a thirst to be quenched.

This is my first blog from my MacBook. And this is something, a dream I had, which had been ruling unstoppably from the throne shrined in my heart.

This is special, as special as it was for me when I wanted to buy a pilot pen for the first time in my school days. The feeling of contentment on having attained the dream, on having fulfilled that desired wish, is same; at least for me. :)

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Power


He lies there, depressed in all ways.
Strangled on his neck, 
Tied is harsh and sick relationship band.
He who dreamt of kissing angelic love,
Now hauls in dirt, barely alive, cursed with antipathy.
His heart and breath, which have averted their sync,
Want the game to end, want to end all the blame.
But it’s his hope that’s pushing,
His will to not die, but win over.
Amidst the rage of the storm, 
Thin candle wants to stay strong and lighted.
For spreading love and light is braver,
Than to seek for them simply.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Ae Dil Hai Mushkil


Dil tumhara tuta nahi hai, bas bikhra hua hai…

The advocacy to get love, though his actions comic and childish, was beyond any description found in books. The sluggish and the inexperienced he, was embraced in arms of friendship of a stronger lady. Broken hearts are stronger. And he didn’t have a broken heart, his was only scattered. The weaker him, he pushed limits to be with her, to soothe her, to calm her down when emotions from the past were turbulent over her present. His wish, the only wish, was to get loved. And this is the story of his ‘Love’ and her ‘Friendship’.

Ajeeb kahani hai pyar aur dosti ki. Pyar ne dosti ko kabhi samjha hi nahi. Pyar me junoon hai, dosti me sukoon hai...

Her past came into present, and was enough to make the kid grow. As he grew from inside, his endeavors to make her friendship transmute into love grew ferociously. The ‘Love’ was emotionally unbalanced, traumatic, and there ‘Friendship’ was rooted, becalmed, and clear. ‘Friendship’ was comprehended on its own belief. She knew, friendship is the bond of strength between them, and the love is weakness. But ‘Love’ had a different belief. He realized that its passion in love, but what he didn’t realize was friendship is unstrained.

Lag ja gale, ke fir ye haseen raat ho na ho. Shayad, phir is janam mein, mulaqat ho na ho…

He escaped from his truth. He made lies propel his truth to fade away. But his eyes couldn’t lie even a single time. His eyes bleed ‘Love’, and in the redness of pain tried to regain that was lost. She was never meant to be owned by him, he couldn’t realize. He already owned her more than what he wanted in her friendship, he didn’t realize this either. Friendship is above love, he would never understand.
Time flies, and what it leaves behind often is regret and remorse. And when the time was just about to get over, they couldn’t stop but to embrace each other for one last time. ‘Love’ embraced ‘Friendship’, and embraced it till he could feel her heart throb over his. Who knows, will they ever again meet thereafter?

mehfil mein teri
Hum naa rahe jo
Gham toh nahi hai
Gham toh nahi hai
Qisse humaare nazdeeqiyon ke
Kam toh nahi hai
Kam toh nahi hai

Kitni dafaa, subah ko meri
Tere aangan me baithe
Maine shaam kiya



Read more: http://www.lyricsmint.com/2016/09/channa-mereya-ae-dil-hai-mushkil.html
mehfil mein teri
Hum naa rahe jo
Gham toh nahi hai
Gham toh nahi hai
Qisse humaare nazdeeqiyon ke
Kam toh nahi hai
Kam toh nahi hai

Kitni dafaa, subah ko meri
Tere aangan me baithe
Maine shaam kiya



Read more: http://www.lyricsmint.com/2016/09/channa-mereya-ae-dil-hai-mushkil.html
Mehfil mein teri hum na rahe jo, Gham to nahi hai… Kisse hamari, nazdikiyon ke kam to nahi hai... Kitni dafa, subah ko meri tere aangan me baithe maine sham kiya...