Wordplay

Through a Window

2012-01-10T11:56:00.000+05:30

I usually see poems
Come to me through;
A window - like a signal
From fluttering leaves; asking me
To write what they want to say.

And then I sit, waiting for them
like an elder would wait for kids
to finish with their games and come back
and tell - what they felt; show
their bruises, share their smiles

The wait itself is so romantic.
Anticipating the soothing touch of wind
shall cleanse my soul; give me
A pious joy - never ending ecstasy.
That I'd preserve for eternity in ink.

But sometimes, my beloved; is angry
or annoyed with my melancholy; it comes
to me that day too, but just wears me
away. Its then looks back as it leaves
and says, 'Not Today'

poem II

2011-12-08T10:18:00.000+05:30

A window I knew existed
Between me and what I am
A path I knew was carved
To find what I always was

Misty dreamy mornings and lazy nights
Choked on me; where I tried
To come out and
Live like I wish to

I guess it was only
But a dream; I guess I lived it
More than I should have
It scared me

If those answers I could find
I could smile; could breathe
If the world ever rested; I guess
I could move on.

poem

2011-12-08T09:29:00.000+05:30

I wish solitude gave me
Answers to my questions
I wish my shivering fingers would
Come to peace - somehow

Curiously palpating nervous system
Sweating fingers and unrest;
In the core - the vacuum I wish
Would rain into tears

At the penultimate horizon; I always
Wish I had just crossed over
Sanctity of my fears holds true, as they
Win over me again and again

The membrane impermeable returns;
To my worst of fears; and I struggle
Scratching it out; and I struggle
To breathe it out

Dance of Randomness

2011-12-05T12:09:00.000+05:30

I see as I lay
In my bed; light falling
Through the window
The curtain; a little drawn out.

'C' shaped dust particle
Dances in the light
Like soloist - on a task
To impress his audience

Jealous by its weightlessness
I think - what if my mind was so
What if it could dance
To the tunes of randomness

My science teacher in school
Told its called the Tyndall Effect
But to me; its just
A very beautiful, enchanting dance.

One in Many - I

2011-11-30T15:05:00.000+05:30

Why is man so obsessed
With his individuality
When faces like his toil at
The feet of destiny; everyday?

Who decides who is the best
Who decides who grows
Who decides who is happy
Who decides our fate?

Where's that God we all believe in
Where comes all that faith from
Why do we want money
When ash is all we'll become?

Oh man oh god who art thou
Oh world oh heaven the door's where
Oh love oh hate the faces we see
Do we love or hate our own self?

poem

2011-10-16T20:20:00.002+05:30

eyes to the sky
music in my hands
earth below me

fall into the sky;
only if i could
fall into you;
only if i could

eyes open yet closed
music in my hand not playing
earth below me hurting me

live my dream;
only if i could
live my life;
only if i could (without you)

i ask myself what i am

2011-10-16T13:42:00.000+05:30

the old brush,
its twisted and
weak hair; hold
the colours of time together

five feet apart
are names of puppets
engraved; on the
walls of occupation

randomly i think, and
want to fall into
a gorge -
never come back

i sit as a poet
thinking; i'd create
and i end up
scattering litter

yours, with love

2011-10-11T02:59:00.000+05:30

Jibber jabber
Of my crazy mind; only you
Can understand.

In moments
When you smile; I find
Lifetimes

The strand of your
Hair; ties me
To this world

In moment
If I could stay; I'd stay
With you

To live life
And to live
The difference is you

Sand, take me
Into your feet; so that
I could smell you

Oh angels its
Its not God; it is
My lover

dear love

2011-10-07T20:51:00.002+05:30

oh love
i wish my words
were clear enough
to tell you
what i meant
and
not what
i said..

oh love
i wish my smile
was clear enough
to tell you
that i cry
when
i miss you

oh love
i wish i could
express what i felt
and
not what
it seems..

when life laughed

2011-10-03T22:47:00.003+05:30

when life laughed at me
at my temper
i stood untying the knots
i played myself into

finding ways to come out
of the web; you were helping
me, but i wavered when,
you got busy

you got busy, helping me
get out, of the mess;
i never realized when
you jumped into the quicksand

and while you were struggling
i stood angry; asking you to
help me; help me, i asked
at time when you needed me

and life laughed at me
at my temper
i stood looking at the mess
i put you into

2011-09-22T22:30:00.000+05:30

witnessed
...beauty
it was.

unrest

2011-09-19T01:43:00.002+05:30

looking for alchemy
running after midnight dreams
i don't know what i
am up to.

feet sweating, nerves palpating
i breathe, i try to breathe
rest; unrest
i run after my past to catch my future

futile were the days
i left behind; and i ruin
today; wash it with my tears
i shed yesterday

soon to realize
i must be potent to absorb
the truth that i am not
what i want to be

and be potent to absorb
that i have lost
myself; long ago in the hunt
to find myself.

2011-08-30T18:05:00.001+05:30

everyday
dreams get flushed
away in the gutter

why do i
choose...

to end my
dreams, all
by myself?

factory broom

2011-08-11T20:41:00.001+05:30

cleaning
the dirt of
someone's dreams,
someone's sweat,
someone's wealth,
someone's food.

its turns black
like today's
heart
tongue

but

it cleans

occupation

2011-08-11T20:39:00.002+05:30

this factory is

so huge; i feel

suffocated

i like the

ride; midway

sleep and 5.30..

sms

2011-08-11T20:09:00.000+05:30

poems hopping

mobile towers; hitting birds

in the chest

doodling

2011-08-05T22:12:00.002+05:30

linear, infinite
a plane of expression
and a tool in hand
that satisfies
thirst; frustration

men fighting in
two dimensions
driving cars, laying
on their sides

minutes of vacuum,
coming out; in ink
talking to people, saying
nothing; moving
none

i accept defeat

2011-08-05T00:42:00.002+05:30

all the simplicity is
lost
in the ripples of
today
all day i breathe
dust
it suffocates me-
intoxicates
i have all but
learned
to spend my life in
prison
to the needs of
money
and i have accepted
defeat
i lost in a
war
that was there
never

blossoms

2011-08-03T23:52:00.001+05:30

inhibited emotions and actions
bring out the rhythm
maybe the rhythm of pain
maybe the rhythm of life

counting hours fascinates the
roamer; in me - looking at
the window; bring a canvas
to paint my heart, on

that little spot, today on the
face of the mountain
and yesterday it was; trapped
in concrete prison

the form has flown, yet
the smile got tagled in
the bearings; of the concrete truck
and it all settled; sadly

and that spot, the little one,
has in it all, to make
a poet's life, smile
and blossom, with its presence!

growing

2011-08-03T23:48:00.004+05:30

holding your hands, one day
i'll grow up; and you'll
never know when

and some days, i'll
fight, argue.. then
come back and hug you

and then will
come the day; when
you'll hold my hand

i promise you
ma pa, we'll stay
together; smiling

worlds will change
and people; but
i'll love you, always

how hard i try,
i'll always be able to love you a little less
than you love me..

chemically unstable

2011-07-29T21:44:00.001+05:30

burnt dreams
smell sore
in the throat

they're so acidic
to absorb; one's fingerprints
burn out

pre monsoon rains
stink of the rotting
flushed dreams in gutter

and my feet wet
my shoes - and my breath
pollutes the air

its communicable. believe
many are endangered
most are sufferring

a poem without 'ENTER'..??

2011-07-29T21:43:00.002+05:30

i sat to write a poem. all i had, was a straight slip of paper. and then i thought.. how do you write; a poem, in a straight line? and then again, i just saw; that maybe.. i wrote one..

romanticism

2011-07-29T21:43:00.001+05:30

my life lives
with your consent; its not there
when you weep

the piece of stone
you held; in your palm
to me is diamond

when you
smile; angels cry
of jealousy

when i have
your smile; i cry
of having everything

life is full
of worries; flying away
to hell

ballooned

2011-07-29T21:42:00.002+05:30

such pressure
to bear - to hold
such thin a
membrane - delicate;
vulnerable.
how would i sustain?
i want to burst out,
relieve myself;
relive myself!
why should i pose?
for the world; that matters
none to me.
why should i live?
for others, tied by
a thread..
why can i
not be
air instead?

a poem in the metro

2011-07-29T21:42:00.001+05:30

how many faces,
has that windowpane seen?
how many scenes,
has it witnessed?
how many weathers,
has it lived?
yet - it stays there,
letting me see-
my heart out.
letting me - dream!

i think it all, looking
at the sand; stuck in
the treads of-
my boots.. destiny,
ain't it?

day and night

2011-06-23T00:50:00.003+05:30

an tick and tock
time runs and i
am scrambled in the lock

and up and down
the sun goes and i
am to world a clown

and hay and sway
the wind blows and i
am gathering the dust away

and day and night
the earth goes and i
am tangled with myself in a fight

2011-05-14T08:32:00.001+05:30

it brings me
here; this
sorrow

it brings me
here; when
i'm broken

it brings me
here; to
cry

it brings me
here; to find
peace

it brings me
here; to find
a shoulder

but i fail
but i fall
but i try
but i cry

and i fail and fall
and i cry that my try
could not bring you
to peace
could not bring you
a smile

melancholy

2011-04-23T01:18:00.002+05:30

is sadness long lived?

when i'm happy,
it ends too soon

when i'm sad,
it lingers around

i wish i could
understand
the colours of life

i wish i could
live; all
the colours of life

is happiness short lived?

maturity?

2011-04-13T03:00:00.002+05:30

as i grow
i find myself
free of worries
that i once had

and then
i see myself
transcend to worries
of a new world

is this maturity?

a wish

2011-03-29T20:17:00.001+05:30

and all i wished
was you to say...

those promises seem
no real to me; no
no more

those feelings
don't wet me; no
they don't wet me no more

i felt i saw
your heart

i felt it was your
heart; in your eyes,
in your voice, your words

your words, were God
to me; they had to be
they had to be true

your smile, meant heaven
to me; it had to be
it had to be there

and all i wished
was you to say...

i wished with all my heart
that you would say;
to me; you would say,
nothing but the truth.

my brain wants to die;
because its hurt so much
so much; that i believe
even you can't fix it.

and all i wished
was you to say...

in situ

2011-01-29T16:59:00.002+05:30

seeing the clock
through the ripples
in my water bottle
i feel exhausted

reflection of the bulb
in the paint
is indeed
my feelings in prison

my soul scratches my skin
that lies just above
a membrane untouchable
however i may try

the scratches; the scars
are there yet not
but the pain is there
i'm feeling it; bearing it

i run in circles
looking at the time
at water, at bulbs
and i run in circles again

i wish it would stop; i pray
it fiddles with my mind
it bursts through my veins
and i cannot cry; cannot scream

if only a tonic was there
to melt the shallow membrane
of hostile acrylic or dense air
and let me free; let me cry.

heart

2011-01-18T22:05:00.000+05:30

the heart is a shame
to the one who believes-
it beats

it is ugly
as ugly as
it looks

it lets you dream
don't know how;
where are its wits?

then the calculative
and mean - brain
washes the fantasies

if that's not enough,
you have the world,
by your side

the world that looks
for opportunities
to rip you off

and then you say-
i love thee
with all my heart

how true my heart is-
my brain cannot tell
nor can the world

does the heart really love?

or is it
just as ugly
as it looks

patterns

2010-11-26T12:01:00.002+05:30

a chamfered nib
making its way
across the paper

it leaves a trail,
makes its path -
narrow and wide and gradual

it plays with nature
it plays with form
it works magic

the ink - following
its progenitor
walks a baby clenched to mother

it ceases time
for eternity
the parchment remains

me/i

2010-11-17T21:58:00.003+05:30

i feel at times
that i am
nothing

i try to be
a poet sometimes
failure

i think i can
write something that moves hearts
false

i feel i am
nothing
absolutely

truth

2010-11-17T21:56:00.001+05:30

black is the colour
of white;
only disguised.

power is the emotion
of fear;
only disguised.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

poet/poetry/dream/life

2010-11-13T02:51:00.003+05:30

i wish i were a poet
for poetry soothes
it gives a reason
a rhythm - to life.

i wish i would sink
in the sands of words
and drown my lungs
with only poetry.

i wish i were indeed
what i want to be
for then
i would have lived.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

a quill working its way

2010-11-10T19:43:00.001+05:30

the ink on
a paper
is emotion

the fire in
the stove
is living

the hate in
your heart
is love

the tip on
a pen
is power

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

fables

2010-11-01T20:19:00.002+05:30

This world is so filled,
with men brave warriors, that
to know the strength; God,
shall himself wait.

So ferocious the storms,
of sands, of oceans,
but the path of the knights,
undone, unfathomable.

They reached mountains,
and depths of waters,
against destiny's will; they
created their own.

The sun's yellow, fell
shy of their valour - so gold;
and the might of Him, felt
proud - he made them.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

rhythmic lanterns

2010-09-28T11:22:00.002+05:30

blinking to and fro,
one went off,
the other bright.

the day of gala,
had arrived - finally;
alas, all were happy.

the porch saw,
fireworks - enlightening;
its glass reflected light.

mother, the holy soul,
the only one - indeed;
lit the lamps, all
as the evening - had
put down its stroll.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

tied to the knot

2010-09-25T19:37:00.002+05:30

years ago,
one tied a knot - to rest;
his boat.

years hence,
the man realized - the slumber;
rot the boat.

the knot,
still was there - intact;
but to no use.

his dreams tied,
strands of rope - coloured;
colours all faded.

the threads unraveled,
his past dreams - to return;
for him - they still wait.

image courtesy: Amrit Banerjee

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

fans and pillars

2010-09-23T19:55:00.002+05:30

the symmetry of the hallway,
the perspective of his eye,
the gleam through the window;
all gave geometry to form.

and they all sat,
on orthogonal benches, while
he tried to locate
a part - out of form.

at the corner, below and beside,
a fan and a pillar,
a chair faced west; giving
beauty to monotony.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

paan

2010-09-21T23:22:00.002+05:30

the scent of freshness,
the taste of sweetness,
brought to the tongue,
by a rolled - betel leaf.

the colour so red,
spread by catechu,
and the stench of lime;
still so endearing.

a revival for the soul,
so full of life, that
even breath feels;
alive; afresh.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

why?

2010-09-13T21:34:00.003+05:30

In Picture : Satpal Nayak. Oct 1988 - Sep 2010

why give this form,
oh god,
if this be so fragile, that
a storm may take it away?

why bless with relations,
if they were meant, always
to end;
so painfully?

why give a face so unique,
that when one is gone,
the eyes that longed for it, see
no more of it?

why give pain,
to the parents who knew,
only how to love;
and no more?

why give this form,
if it were to end,
so suddenly;
without even saying goodbye?

PS : To all those souls which have been lost to the cruelty of time and nature and to a person we lost so shockingly. May they all find peace.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

colour

2010-09-11T03:09:00.000+05:30

had things been easy enough,
everyone would have been happy;

the way things actually are,
it adds colour and romance to life.

imperfections and struggles
are reflections; are life.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

a rut

2010-09-06T23:02:00.001+05:30

its so easy
to kill time.

i just lay
on my bed.

and i make
sure;
that i do,
nothing.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

whiskers of the cat

2010-09-06T20:30:00.002+05:30

running and jumping, around
river stones;
so round, so smooth,
contoured.

the cat saw,
the world isn't
fair - at all.

and while it saw,
the winds conspired
and brought fumes that-
its whiskers did not like.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

when sleep calls

2010-09-04T03:50:00.000+05:30

as i'm about to sleep,
the night before,
i have to write an exam;

why,
do i think,
i know everything?

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

dictionary

2010-09-02T01:54:00.002+05:30

a sea of words,
wet, dry,
sane, insane.

i took a dip,
drenched;
soul deep.

i came out,
they dried to the sun;
vanished.

i looked inside,
again;
still a few left.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

bedtime inspiration

2010-08-26T01:49:00.002+05:30

at 2 in the morning,
when a soul settles the anarchy,
in your head; settling the dust,
you had been laden with,
for years in slumber,
life gets easier.

it is an eon,
the word of belief, in itself.
never ending bliss,
a smile not on the face,
but it makes you happy,
prudence in the head,
utterly clear, stark indeed!

and then you get the sleep,
no more of dreams;
neither of nightmares,
reality instead.
Reality in sleep, sane is it?
well i say, sure it is..

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

insomnia

2010-08-11T01:46:00.002+05:30

the tricky part of my head,
when its active, is insane.
it never lets me sleep,
never lets me think.
it unpockets my fears,
and puts them straight at face.
and i think i will fight it all,
but i fall the precipice every time.

pulling my hair, i sit,
biting time..
watching the moon spend its day
and the sun its night;
for they're the ones i believe,
the ones who hold my hand,
through my sleepless nights,
giving me reason to stay.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

The Other Side of Nothing

2010-08-09T09:58:00.002+05:30

Empty spaces around a lively home,
remind of the dry dawns I woke up to,
amidst the range of lush green gardens
of my life - all too surreal.

The same old reasons,
to think the same way I always have,
make me strong but weak within,
for the change is long gone.

And then, of all I feel,
neglected, dejected and unwanted,
a life with so less to seek,
something so missing real.

Although, there are things,
that somehow let me stay,
to see all failures and absorb them,
to know that its not all nothing.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

Appearance

2010-08-04T12:00:00.000+05:30

As I sit here,
learning;as they say it is,
I realized -

It is true, that it is all fake.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

Aborginal Quest

2010-07-01T09:10:00.002+05:30

The creamy sludge on dirty waters,
that streamed across some homes;
there lived some souls motioned,
by the waters surrounding the charioteer's domes.

Streaks of sunlight, shone the sweat,
on the worker's neck;
as amidst summer skies and scorch,
ruined remains of the bird's peck.

The thoroughfare seemed not loved
no more, no men walked it through;
and all around lay weed growing,
on lands that once let thoughts brew.

The lone step rested today,
looking for the joy, sol lost;
the reason why, in human form,
dance of death, among infants boast.

Theirs was the nation so filled,
with freedom and wealth of smiles;
how did the weather uproar violent,
and change the valley to cries for miles.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

Abrasive Winds

2010-06-10T20:37:00.003+05:30

Contours on the mind,
all south west approached,
gave me a reason to believe,
in the stealth of nature.

Spaces with zero gravity hosted
my thoughts and dreams, surreal;
and I kept counting the stars,
on all so primitive, Napier Bones.

Insanity shook my very being,
but unperturbed, I moved on;
with my brain running wild,
into dreams even more insane.

The words of my friends'
then personified to my actions,
'You're so insane, your thoughts so alien'
and I stood where I was so not to be.

Today I blame and wish to punish hope.
The trees i grew up amidst,
the winds of thoughts that shaped my mind,
they all are reasons, for my mind's prison.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

Believe Me

2010-05-29T17:42:00.002+05:30

Believe,
for I am here, just for you.

Speak,
for I will hear all night long.

Hate me,
for I will try to love.

Explain,
for I will give in all my thoughts.

Share,
for I will take nothing but your sorrows.

Express,
for I will keep my arm around your shoulder.

Cry,
for I will wipe your tears.

But don't just sit back,
for there is me, for you,
to take away your breaths of boredom.
Let the world speak as it does,
it matters to me none.
What matters is,
when you don't speak.
Give me chance, to say i care,
to express the same.

A little smile will give me,
what riches can't dream of.
A little thing that someone called
Love.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

Never Before

2010-05-12T19:13:00.002+05:30

Going home is always nostalgic. Much when a mountain of exams you just crossed, climbed, scaled and got down hurt and tired. Of all the semester ends that I have headed home, today is seemingly different. I have a faint idea of the reason, but not sure. This time, I can actually head back home with a high head. I believe that to some extent I have somewhere made my parents' reason of sending me here a little worthwhile.

I have actually worked hard the last few months and in a very rare manner, I feel proud. Actually, content would be a better word. Nevertheless, its all about being happy in the heart and honoured in the head. Luckily, I lost my virginity to both these facts. Never before had I felt the both together.

I've made me some promises for the days to come, for the life to come. Some promises to self, some to the world and some to the people who mean more than the world to me. I've been blessed with the good wishes of everyone around me, at times the criticism that I encountered out of jealousy or out of friendship, I don't know which of the two was dominant where, but they surely led me to learn. Thank you folks.

One thing, it hurts me most but may hurt some others too is that I'm sad I haven't found any friend in college yet whom I can speak to the same way as I can to my crazy mate back home who means more than the world to me, aforesaid. This person knew me when we were in kindergarten, then we grew up, thought about going to the same college together, but unfortunately ended up almost a length of a nation apart.

In all, I had a time I'll cherish all along. Thank you everyone who made this time precious. You have done a job that 20 years couldn't do - change me.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

A Grimy Tussle

2010-05-09T12:06:00.002+05:30

Acrid expressions of the water,
pounded core of his chest.
Rustling the very being,
of his form; alive.

Agnostic prayers dealt
with supreme powers and winds.
It seemed soothing, the way
sorrow flew by, unattended.

But when they all woke,
through their fading away dreams.
All they did was try, to clench;
onto the memories from the sleep.

As the fastest gear in the watch raced,
ticking every second with spellbound speeds.
They realized, such relativity was;
never ever seen by men.

With every word and breath that skipped,
ran away the dream he had.
And remained a rendezvous of him,
and his fight, with his brain.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

Haven

2010-05-02T10:44:00.003+05:30

The wheels count,
colours in my eyes; as I ride the caravan,
back home.

The birds walk
and see me fly; as I head my wits,
back home.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

What's So God?

2010-04-28T20:22:00.003+05:30

All when I feel life is subtle,
and calm; it rains hard.
It rains tears and failure,
and I feel suffocated.
Then I search for God,
who I had believed in all the way,
who, I thought made roads for me.
Its hazy and there's smog in my way,
to the tunes of suffering, I sway.
The words of belief are no more so,
the thoughts rejoicing don't do anymore.

What's so God, that
the ones who remember Him, fall
the highest cliffs?

What's so God, that
the soul that fears Him, and none else
ends a fiasco?

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

ineffably said

2010-04-27T21:26:00.002+05:30

with drowsy eyes
i see us look around
for one another
but i don't know why
obnoxious fumes
don't let the brain rest
and i find me there
trying to tear
a way
out of my dream

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

little words

2010-04-23T21:19:00.001+05:30

i see me,
and then i close my eyes,
i see me then.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

When Its Home

2010-04-15T20:16:00.002+05:30

Its great to belong to
the riches of the talisman.
To be born under the shadow of a mountain,
to search for a ball in the meadows known to dew..

Its feel great to have a home,
you're envied for; by the world so large.
Its great to see clouds below your feet,
to cross gorges infinite deep.

Its soothing to know that I am blessed,
with snow and the sun, the rain beautiful,
and the trees pious white.
To have a home, the world's forehead.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

Apprehending Insanity

2010-04-14T21:19:00.002+05:30

shunning senses to the midday heat,
ruining eyes to the june sun, they say

its nice to find a shade,
a tree, a precursor to abetting crimes.

and midway a phone call frightens you,
to see something dull, coarse - you cannot absorb.

and then again the dejavu slips,
off your lap and you see it an omen.

but is there a way to find,
a reason?

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

But Self

2010-04-11T15:10:00.000+05:30

I've lived, I've breathed,
I've slept, been awake.
I've dreamed but for all,
I've seen and heard it all along,
felt the breeze and a feeling to belong.
I've talked, savoured enthralled.
But I did it all for self.

What flavours would have been,
had I done it all, for
a soul mine but a body apart.
What colours would have been,
Had I all along
done it for the one,
to whom I belong.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

So Much to See

2010-04-06T22:36:00.000+05:30

There's just so much; in
myself that I forgot to see,
thinking this life worthless,
ruining it, to know what to be.

From pencil to pen I grew,
but the heart was pale, all I knew.
Year after year, word by word I learned,
The cup of life; a ruined brew.

Seemingly, it faded to dust,
looking at the past I now regret.
All that mourning, the fierce agony,
Sinned thoughts I did abet.

But now to feel the wind as it is,
I wish to see the real blue sky,
I long to wash those stains of past,
the pains to leave behind, dream to fly.

For I know and was made to know,
that life gives plenty,
all you need are the eyes to see,
all you need are the hands to fill your bounty.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

Rolling Back in Time

2010-04-01T16:36:00.003+05:30

Well, this one's no poetry. I have been feeling a little low in some sense for quite some time now. Feels like I'm losing myself, all I had learned, absorbed and understood is seemingly fading away.

I don't know if all this is true or even possible, but this quite definitely happening to me. It strangles me to the core, binding me to never grow again and all I can do is see myself damped.

All the way along I have been trying to find ways out of this maze but this one seems to have no exit. I hope I find one; its really suffocating in here, doesn't feel right. I know what feels right for me and I want that.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

The Lost Siesta

2010-04-01T02:57:00.002+05:30

I remember, the days;
I sat and then drowsed into,
the gloomy rays of the noon sun's twilight.

And it was eternal; fulfilling.

But now, I remember the times
Just remember them, pale and sad;
Lost old dreams..

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

Footsteps Talking to Me

2010-03-20T12:26:00.003+05:30

As I sit, door open, mind open,
in my room, untidy, as mornings;
I hear voices unnoticed in time.

Crumbles of straw beneath ignorant feet,
brooms sweeping by the adjacent floors,
ignorant of the dirt so real, so within.

And I am watching my shoes, hither-tither;
saying out; someone lives here, one who
went out the night before, jolly; came tired.

And again I feel someone walking past,
the lobe of my right ear; approaching me
but then the steps go past, not visiting.

I hear plenty of them, all at once,
but only a few are expressive, rest ignorant;
the ones that speak, do it profound.

Coming around, taking a halt or not,
it matters none; what matters is they speak,
to me some way, making me happy.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

Always a Dream

2010-03-08T21:36:00.002+05:30

Begins as leaves rising, off ground,
cotton fumes flying about free;
I see, I feel it all.

Tender ruffle of arms, silken fingers,
pouring my nerves, with juice lived,
Chest humming to the tune of words you say.

Time, for once, sprints untamed,
and grass green, neglecting winter scorn; so fast
I see time slow here; time lightening there.

And the stones smile at me;
never did they ever.
Wilderness I see, dearer than home.

Even thorns feel comfort,
and pebbles; pearls so white,
I feel god dirty.

Your eyes shine, twinkle;
stars glow bright, the moon
sees me big.

All get perfect and I feel them at heart,
pains; as never had they incurred.
It all, for me grows perfect for real.

And then its evening; we part, I try,
to hold you back, but can't.
Happy yet sad, it always ends as a dream.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

An Echo in the Vicinity

2010-02-27T23:34:00.002+05:30

Rumbling through the woods,
the kid hustled and sang his playtime.
No worries, no temptations, none of
the hefty assignments to dive into.
Running along the road's shoulder;
One step hip; one step hop, he bounced.
The ball on the ground,
in the sky - cheered.

Alas! His was the life, the officer
longed for; had been dying for.
To rhyme the winds, to dirt
his toes, to scratch his elbows.
Poor he, had no choice; but
a dry life - a white shirt, that
remained white east to west.
Never did it get a stain; of joy.

They met one day; reflections.
The elder saw him tender, still
he revoked his step aback.
A smile so fine, is not to a child,
what he longs is a woody playtime.
Ran he, into the field, to his love
the dirt, pebble, dust and scratch.
The other turned; content he moved,
Listening to the echo in the vicinity.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

Sitting in the Sun

2010-02-26T11:42:00.002+05:30

Through screens and shells,
sunshine brightens my hands.
On the table they lay, unmoved;
but still in motion the dust above it.

Looking at the streak,
that runs along my left ear,
I am watching; the most beautiful,
the most natural, dance of nature.

A shiver to the subtle little particle,
and it beats and coves, and dances
to the sound of sun,
to the light of wind.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

What's in a Name?

2010-02-25T01:43:00.002+05:30

It has always been said, rather debated upon, as to how does it matter what one's name is. Its just a word, rather a mere sound to refer to someone. Same is my belief.

I remember the day, I got inspired by my greatest friend, made up my mind that I too will have a blog. Signing into blogger and then the tormenting task of what my blog would be called. It my be vivacious, enthralling, attracting and unique, all at the same time. So I began putting in the words I could dream of. Certainly, my vocabulary gave up to the number of bloggers up on the net.

Tired of all efforts, I decided that the next word, whatsoever it may be,which comes up on verification image shall be the title to my blog. And hence the name, solisto.

PS: Later I realized, it must mean something. Looked up for it on the Google Translator and the auto search told it was a Lithuanian word for a soloist. Lucky for me, I got the blog name, alternate to which I don't believe is still possible for me to get...

Breathing the Snow

2010-02-22T18:30:00.002+05:30

Dawn woke up to me one day,
a cup of elated tea, cardamom of joy,
a sip to divinity and a path;
to nirvana.

The road fell clear, bathed in white
white as thine soul, clean as mother's love.
Maiden creak of the shoe, first glimpse
of purity, led me to my atonement.

Nudging my ways through shallows,
yet so serene, I went perturbed.
The breath I took, for the first time,
filled my lungs to content.

The breeze strummed ragas in the head,
the chill brought; sudden but fine warmth within.
Closed eyes, I saw purity,
Open eyes, I saw divinity.

Awed senses longed no more,
all they wanted, was to stay,
to stay with the snow, to live with it;
to let the time freeze.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

Tomorrow's Today

2010-01-29T20:08:00.003+05:30

As a breeze of solitude,
yet longevity blew my hair, I saw,
a time I had, sitting in my room,
sitting in my friend's room; thinking.

Of how my tomorrow shall be,
will sun shine at my window just as dreams,
will rain's first drop wet my ear,
will I have you besides.

And, a streak dwells on my face,
as I hold my pen, blotting my diary,
still, just not it always is,
but I feel the days flow in; when.

I wrote pages, closed my eyes,
to dream how my life will be,
how my mornings will look like,
shall they be, as I foresee.

Horizons all around me,
and me at a time I relish the most,
the water's taste on my lips,
the life I deserved, in my home;years ago.

I spent nights in hope, in books,
hoping to see what few saw then,
wishing to live by a lake, my cottage small,
to spend life in love with nature.

And as I hear the lake wave to a pebble,
I see, the past handing me my present,
giving me my tomorrow's today.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

He Who Chose

2010-01-14T22:59:00.004+05:30

They sat simple, together,
eating a meal, sweat priced; when
the stalwart peasant heard,
a gauged strike, his axe called.

Hovering the skies,
shunning the leaves, falling them,
the echo breezed callous,
His steps, yet subtle and calm.

The time of lugubrious works,
had departed to an erudite divinity.
When his steps reached for,
had he no idea what he saw.

Wealth and jewel glistening,
the night to celebrations enthralling,
it appeared all gleamy,
as if, a light ended nap.

The forces had overshone,
their lengths on a midget;
but he seemed vicious, to his gifts,
no brain saw why.

Alas, he had chosen,
his priceless possession, his
unending wealth, his belief;
He chose his arms over God's.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

His Renunciation

2009-12-07T23:34:00.003+05:30

He bid adieu, a graceful wave,
to the walks he had walked,
to the benches he sat upon.

A new life, an amulet envisioned,
he went by his street, a mere passerby,
wrote an epitaph for the life he had, once.

Showing no discontent, he left
not complaining the tasteless coffees,
feelingless cuddles he got, all those years.

Alas! He kept walking straight,
into his clairvoyance, his dream,
where he smelled, the life waft.

His uncanny love, pulled,
but all strings were none but broke,
and he walked straight, content.

What the future had on platter,
was his delight, never he knew so,
the gala there, they served nirvana.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2009

Focus

2009-11-22T04:10:00.004+05:30

The world falls to me,
as I see; the infinite colours,
the stupendous languages,
the vast cultures.

I feel it all, coming in;
pounding my chest, I feel restless.
I feel suffocated, yet charmed;
my brain pauses logic.

I don't know what to do,
I don't know what I hear,
I don't know what I say,
I don't know who am I.

I really just don't know,
Who am I?

© Rajat Mahajan. 2009

The Guesthouse

2009-10-29T22:32:00.002+05:30

On the wet monsoon evening,
the hint of the setting sun saw,
a leaf limbering down the path of sanctity.
Its course, wavered but smooth
few twirls on the way, but steady - it fell.

A percale rested it, in its sleeves,
the rosary of time counted its tick.
But all seemed standing, nothing but still,
looking at the redstone aghast!
Past fell to the curator's eye, to his ear.
They demanded their wish, all rightful.

He heard the voices creep,
into the waters, winds and skies around.
Perturbed, he sat on the railing he got made,
as they fell the guesthouse heights, morose.
Seeking sanity, a tear ran his face, onto
the floor, that for first was steady,
but changed to his sorrow, the pain,
the sorrow, the red.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2009

Thoughts so Impervious

2009-10-25T23:33:00.005+05:30

The bohemian reached eclipse, the doom
of his glorious ways. His detritus dreams waited
for him to see, a horizon so gloomy.

He reached his hand out, felt
a liquid smother his dreams.
His flamboyant rhapsodies died,
he saw but held, didn't know why.

The ingenuity he was famed about,
did nothing but weep.
The sun seemed distant, yet scorch in the eye
where he saw, his fate so gloomy.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2009

Blitzkrieg

2009-10-02T00:51:00.001+05:30

The arsenal doors shook open,
with the virgin step, the general shone.
Amidst the dust of decades,
that rustled after years of slumber.

Beyond the arachnoid rest,
a stream of blood waited to wake and flow.
The fireball rested as dead,
watching flames, in the the days to come.

The rifle's muzzle and trigger got,
what they had longed for - a hand.
That held them, let them free,
to a land destined, to be red.

The caravans loaded their backs,
with mortar and food, a little.
Bravery hummed the chest of men,
hiding all fear to death.

The valley seemed spectacular, as a feast,
the feast though the devil's.
He put on the kevlar and loaded,
his head and gun, with victory bullets.

Fire here and fire around,
bullets flew as birds.
Birds over the autumn lake - so dense,
the lungs seemed to hold.

Pounding heart, bursting spirits,
he overcame the slope to wind-
over the majestic mountain, smelling,
not fine, but metal warm.

And there came a bullet; kissed
him, at his heart.
Time witnessed dejavu, eyes widened,
gun dropped, sound dimmed.

The night rested there; The sun,
shone the heights to glory.
His men, searching; found him lay
smiling - a picture in hand,
a baby smile, a woman's content.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2009

Paradise, Indeed

2009-09-16T20:30:00.003+05:30

The desert, so dry,
yet life in its cove.

The river, so sharp,
yet foam on its face.

The mountains, so high,
yet birds fly them cross.

The forests, so green,
yet a spectrum of colours inside.

The valleys, so smooth,
yet steps of life in its heart.

The wetlands, so marsh,
yet home to nature's wonders.

The oceans, so simple,
yet beauty never ending.

The hills, so just ridges,
yet a legacy of ages.

The Earth, so Beautiful,
brings twinkle in the eye,
brings the heart to mellow,
brings happiness to face,
brings satisfaction to spirit.

The Earth, so beautiful,
Paradise indeed, it is.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2009

A Reason to Smile

2009-09-06T10:28:00.003+05:30

Sitting on the windy porch,
the sun shone my head warm,
the breeze cooled it off along,
and I was told by the birds,

There is someone,
Who cares for you - more.
Than someone,
who wishes to kill you,
with insanity.

Blissful streak ran my face,
rhythms chimed my ears,
and looked the sun - and smiled.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2009

The Missionary

2009-08-31T21:01:00.003+05:30

I see that day, faintly
yet clear enough. To witness,
the magic, the chasm.
Sun reflected in the window,
I was sitting beside.
Wind gently blew harmonics,
in my head and the ice-
clinked, the juice waved.

A mellow voice called,
"Hail oh mortal,
see- thine ingress is blessed!"
Wind startled, so did I.
Moved to the door.

"Almighty hath shred the share,
of his grace, unto you.
Thou been blessed."

Took a coin, the man in green,
from my palm; ran it over-
the foliage.
Freeing the fist,
his eyes shone-brighter.
He held me a pendant,
of blessing, of success.

And today, I stand,
stranded in life - holding
my fate, the metal, the pendant.
For it was not the riches he offered,
what he opened, is now
called-
The Pandora's box.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2009

The Rover's Rhapsody

2009-08-29T19:26:00.000+05:30

He wriggled to the nearest room,
His chin felt the sand,
His arms his paws.

Belonging to thee, he felt-
motionless, spiritless;
Wanting to reach thee, he tried-
but was he still, or
the land versus.

Pale skin had a mush-
of dreams, of blithe.
But the wind swept,
the way against.

The dawn was way gone,
the day was gloomy,
the room distant.
Didn't see an option, a way.
The path was pined.

But he kept making-
a path, an attempt,
to reach the horde,
to see his own.

And a fine trice soon came
the wind blew smoother,
the pine felt soother.
And he reached his mates.

One thing was lost, though.
It was - a spirit, a life.

And the man's corpse
witnessed it all.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2009

Devil's Time

2009-08-24T00:03:00.003+05:30

Sitting and thinking-
Nothing.
It seemed so thoughtful, and
satisfying.

But then came out the devil,
giving me a plethora-
of no good; a plethora-
of books.

Not just the text of life,
the text of the dumb,
the text of the class,
the text of death.

Everything ceased its charm,
and the devil's time,
began...

PS - No creativity in this one, feelings like such,
are found resting-in every aspiring engineer.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2009

Happily Happy

2009-08-21T21:38:00.003+05:30

Life is slippery. Yet we have no option but to walk.
So why not have a jolly head on the shoulders and step ahead with a smile on that jolly shell.

For if the life sees a satisfied smiling jolly head, may it change its course to a much subtle and smoother stream.
:)

Cheers, Life!

© Rajat Mahajan. 2009

Classroom Enigma

2009-08-16T02:05:00.003+05:30

Sustaining the hours,
Living the times, we sat
Unperturbed - to a bang, to a shake.

Time ceased its pace,pendulums-
rocked not. Hush!
Water spilled off the heads.

Letters seemed - symbols archaic.
Words sounded - the chest humming.

Feelings felt sinking,
down the throat; dismantling
the brain - part by part.

Thinking and drowning, came up
a bling - a sparkle, and
we were let go.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2009

A Beautiful Life

2009-08-15T05:21:00.000+05:30

You are so close to my heart,
I feel like holding your hand...

Yet we are so far away,
that I just dream,
if I could hold your hand...

Missing you, wishing to hold your hand,
Yet, Happy enough to see you,
when I close my eyes,
when I open them,
when I breathe,
when I live.

Thankyou!
for making my life,
A beautiful life.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2009

How nice, would it be

2009-08-09T20:47:00.003+05:30

How nice, would it be.
To travel, to see, to feel.
My own dreams, my own self.
If I could be the one,
to live the change,
How nice, would it be.

For if I expected
less, and gave more.
For if I loved,
and forgot,
How nice, would it be.

If i trailed my path,
traced it back, and
relived it.
How nice, would it be.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2009

Living Words

2009-08-09T02:48:00.004+05:30

I started a text, some calendars ago,
to mark the making of a lore,
A legend.

The words grew like a disease,
spread as epidemic,
ruining-me.

The page still is unfound,
the pen, still is uncapped.
Mutating-me.

One fine day, the words shall say,
The reader ought read it,
the writer shall live it.

For words gave me a beat,
of my heart.
A life, of my own.

It Blew By Me

2009-08-06T22:58:00.002+05:30

Overwhelming pictures seemed old,
Loving expressions stood alien,
Simple words held back the tongue.

Birds chirped but heard none,
Winds blew but felt none,
I was breathing still.

Surfaces developed in enigma,
Trees grew in dilemma,
But you stood just watching.

I thought, spoke not,
Nature spoke, thought none,
And I was breathing still.

Oceans were the same,
Rivers were the same,
But one changed, I.

Truth drowned, yet remained,
Devil grew, God still stayed,
Things changed, things still remained.

My Heart Said So

2009-08-01T18:00:00.001+05:30

Thoughts render their charm when the eyes inner to the mind open arenas to the world beyond what science has explored.
Closed eyes can see more than and render infinite hues to the unseen
For life is not what papers say it to be,
it rather is the expression that remains unknown forever
Until you walk to move it to heavens.

Scented Wetness

2009-08-01T01:20:00.000+05:30

Ma sang a lore – a note when
I was young, tender and docile.
“When thou seek birds chirp
And birds bathe the grime –
It gives a sign, a tint, a sigil”
I mooted in impulse – ‘What?’
But the saga yet was untold.

She whispered none - she spoke not
All she did was turned to me,
looked and smiled her mellow heart out.

“Son! You so desolate – why?
The sign no bad, its holy, its pure
God’s grace shall be defined in it
Nature’s presence shall be felt in it”
Singing the hymn of nature, she looked
So calm, So noble.
Little me, “Tell Ma tell!” – spilled in anxiety
But still

She whispered none - she spoke not
All she did was turned to me,
looked and smiled her mellow heart out.

Stealthy and loving hands of her
Held my hands, closed my eyes
And walked me to the scented wetness
For it was the monsoon drizzle smelling.
Out from the land and
Out from Ma
The scented wetness I witnessed
Dancing to the rain I went gala.

But she whispered none - she spoke not
All she did was turned to me,
looked and smiled her mellow heart out.

Guise Disguised

2009-06-29T19:30:00.002+05:30

Plural expressions, unearthly gestures,
Inhuman feelings, tinted heart.
Light falls off my head - renders enigma,
I think those implicit thoughts of mine.
Overwhelming responses hath lifted-
my morale - my persona - my concept.
For life falls into your cove.
Intruiged by the halo around me -
this human falls aloof.

The distant horizon hosts trauma
But a step into past shall creep failure.
Me - the lemon gypsy
hath spent my life - in search
for the known, yet unknown.

Vitriolic scorch puts heart to cry
For if life was easy-
I hath been accomplished,
I hath been happy.

Enamoured Splash

2009-06-26T19:18:00.003+05:30

Serene waters - spread to the horizon
Gazing through the shadows and glares,
I see thou in the reflections
Waters swing, birds chirp - for the one
was here - the one who brings
The sun to a morning,
The moon to its gloom.
And you the one - saving this earth
from the doomsday.

Whiskers of the clouds,
breezes in the head - I think and
keep thinking - I smile and
keep smiling.
For if you had been here-
the waters would have wavered,
the birds hath smiled and the winds murmured.

All this shall be a tribute - A tiny
but hearty one - from an admirer, a lover.
Supremacy of thou keeps me allured
thinking of you and when I
Stop thinking - if its a new day - no.
But a word and a thought - its Eternity.
<3

Devotion to the inner love

2009-06-20T18:35:00.001+05:30

Hegemonic ardour in the feet of the supreme submission....
to hold your arm, shall i render destiny to slavery
and spirit to Lucifer.

Here lies the devotion and duty
my mind renders unto your charisma. :)

Love falls all the way
in the vestal land of the unmind spirit
and names of the one written all around.

Gtalk-2May-12.30am

2009-05-05T20:19:00.002+05:30

Aman:
hi
how was your exam?

rajat:
really very poor
pathetic , i must say
:(

Aman:
don't dwell on it

rajat:
hah

Aman:
just a passing stage

rajat:
no i don't bother about xams at all.
its gone, what can i do now...
what was to happened, has happened

Aman:
who taught you english in st. lukes?

rajat:
it was madhu shandil mam in 11th and 12th
and before that, julka mam

Aman:
ok

rajat:
both of them were at your time as well????

Aman:
i asn't in st. lukes
was in dav

rajat:
ohkkk.

Aman:
and before that in sunny hours

rajat:
even i was in sunny hours
my mummy teaches there now :)

Aman:
half of solan was

rajat:
nursery and kg

Aman:
:)
oh
since when is she teaching there?

rajat:
right
almost 10-11 years now

Aman:
ok

rajat:
but things are not the same with sunny hours now

Aman:
i was reading your posts
why?

rajat:
there are now a lot of new schools

Aman:
well
indeed i have seen solan deteriorating a lot

rajat:
yeah that is

Aman:
haphazard construction and all
and a superficial cold culture

rajat:
even in luke's, now there are no quality teachers as there were
yeah you seldom see people whom you recognise

Aman:
even those you recognized once

rajat:
and you were talking about my posts????

Aman:
are changed
yeah

rajat:
yeah that's true...

Aman:
iw as reading another of your post
well

rajat:
loads and loads of shops now

Aman:
your mind seems to work in an introverted manner

rajat:
i wish to write more...
really??? which post?

Aman:
it seems immersed in an internal idiom
as if you are talkign to your own dreams

rajat:
means i need to change for my good, right????

Aman:
no
not at all
you should just be spontaneous

rajat:
that actually is what i believe in
most of the posts i have written, are spontaneous

Aman:
look i have read three of your posts
the first three

rajat:
kk
the most recent one was that kind
where i actually didn't know what i was writing

Aman:
well

rajat:
it just came out and i kept writing...

Aman:
since when has spirituality interested you?

rajat:
i dunno what state of mind i was in
it was always like a discussion topic with my dad

Aman:
your dad
aha

rajat:
and once, around in 9th standard he told me that
the religion- humanity
others are sects or cultures that we follow...
a lot i write is inspired by my dad actually
he likes to read a lot

Aman:
great
what does he do?

rajat:
he is a professor-- nauni university

Aman:
cool
what does he teach?

rajat:
likes to watch a lot of aastha, sanskaar and saadhna stuff
silviculture and agroforestry

Aman:
ok

rajat:
he gives me essence of the speeches from a lot of spiritual leaders in a scientific manner moreover, personally iam more of a science person
i apprehend god as energy, when talked about meditation and spirituality
and as matter, when i'm in a temple
energy and matter are interconvertible afterall
:)

Aman:
well
be on guard against too much cleverness
energy and matter do not approach the essence

rajat:
hah
yeah maybe
but the higher levels of this science are still to be known

Aman:
the science of spirituality?

rajat:
yeah
the highest orders of science
we are noobs enough not to understand quantum
what will we apprehend about spirituality

Aman:
what makes you apprehend the world around you?

rajat:
i don't actually know
maybe my experiences
more than what i see.
i take a bit of time to get flowing with anything

Aman:
what makes 'experience' possible?

rajat:
experience, for me is through interaction
maybe what we do ourselves
or through destiny...

Aman:
on the most basic level

rajat:
btw... the kind of ques you are asking me, seems like you are putting me as a part of a mega survey or research you are into
:P

Aman:
experience is due to consciousness
You are
because you are conscious

rajat:
yeah
i get some of it

Aman:
Go to the roots of this consciousness
this sense of being

rajat:
but a lot of what you are saying is some kind of over head transmission for me right now.... i think i need to read a psychology book soon

Aman:
concentrate on the only truth you can never doubt
the truth that 'I am'

rajat:
the truth is the most difficult thing to believe

Aman:
hahaha
that's beacuse teh truth is never a belief

rajat:
that is what i have witnessed until now

Aman:
beliefs are always lies

rajat:
i don't think so
you can't get a theorem as to what you believe is a lie
it maybe correct
innovations are made out of one belief
i think.. this conversation, as we are having, should be posted on either of our blogs.... its gonna be a psychedelic hit :)

Aman:
well

rajat:
but more of the blabbering is from my side

Aman:
how old are you?

rajat:
19
would be 20 soon, in july
why????
you are doing a survey i guess....... i'm building a lot of confidence on this thing

Aman:
nah

rajat:
ahah k...
well.. good bye for now...
i should get back my books
Goodnight, and this one's coming on my blog soon.

Aman:
this conversation?

rajat:
yeah
as it is

Aman:
if u hav a few moments
read this

rajat:
kk
i will

Aman:
Masud wiped off the dust from his thick eyebrows. His beautiful hazel eyes shone with a renewed interest. The storm was about to rise. Yes, at last Allah was listening! And in the distant horizon, he could see the dim contours of the approaching caravan. Yes, this was the time. He would no longer suffer . He glanced sideways at his comrades and his determined look conveyed everything. His eyes were intense and gaze proud. As the dust storm rose and the flurry of movement approached them, he pulled the saddles of his horse. The horse started with a certain grace and was soon in full gallop. The others soon followed with their naked swords invisible in the rising brown of the storm. Everything was brown. They were like moving masses of brown in an ocean of brown. And their swords too were brown. Even the red of life would be brown. The God was brown and existence was brown. Shrieks of surprise and cries of pain rent the desert calm as metal plunged into flesh. The caravan guards stood no chance. They were brave enough and could fight but not against invisible enemies. The brown engulfed them .
When the storm cleared, a solitary vulture was hovering above the corpses. An aghast crowd was standing in a petrified silence. A woman approached the sheikh and said in a somber voice, “ The shehzaadi is nowhere to be found.”
Two horses were running across the vastness of the desert.

rajat:
love kills, i must say.
i must leave now.... good night
bye

Words Form!

2009-04-25T03:31:00.003+05:30

Looks definitely are deceptive. It would be something that me and a lot others believe in and have witnessed over the blown days. There are always instances where you encounter the perfect someone and they seem to be nothing but perfect. The infatuation drags you to the limits of fanaticism and fades the hues of mind to the single note of the colour seen in them. Nothing wrong though, with the after effects of seeing someone this amazing – they are much obvious and are acceptable to a pretty valid reasoning.

Many of us, I must say, the idiots fall into this arroyo of dilemma that leaves no ropes to hang on to. Craze of the awesome experience drives us insanely into an expression that is perhaps, inexplicably lethal. We witness ourselves to open domains not to reasoning but to passion. All this, actually should not be graded into the consequences, rather they are the immediate whisk of the blowing winds of change. Things are waiting to follow and lead us to our consequences.
These little aberrations are symptoms of the storm that has just reached our last step. And soon to follow are the symphonies that we never perceive even in the wildest of our imagination. The tranquility that we somehow observe in our beloved is far beyond the English grammar to describe and apprehend. Thoughts and imaginations have soon left our hands and are lofting the heights of the Himalayas, wherefrom, this material world seems too small to be taken notice of. White as the snow up there, and holy as the sound of Om, our mind says that nothing could have been any blissful.

We see and feel the heavens chanting into our body to support us in our endeavor for the perfect happiness and company we seek. Thoughts soon trespass the realm of physicality and enter the supernatural and ultra charged state of attractive joy. The time we spend and experience in that overwhelming scenario is just the same as the moment just before you die and you experience your entire life flashing by.

The only line of difference is that here we open our eyes to see a big red truck pass three feet away and the entire sweetness is transformed into the enigma where all our senses fail to realize what we had gone through.

Saint Science

2009-04-21T21:32:00.001+05:30

In a country of intellect, that I dwell in, India, there are many saints and sages believed to have appeared out of nowhere to transform all forms of human lives to wider horizons and unbound satisfaction. Spirituality is supposed to be one of the main pillars of our cultural heritage. And so strong and rich is this pillar that it hosts a shelter to shadow all the world’s spirituality seekers. As for the global scenario, the so called very developed and learned ones believe us to be a land of snake charmers and farmers. But to their notification, this humble nation has given this society, the ‘Zero’- the initiation to everything. This is just a washout from the sea of contributions.
Somewhere around the extremes of our motherland, we have intellect of the highest order being developed. Many unknown and many toiling for being known and a few known. Amongst all these, there is a mighty name that has transcended all barriers whatsoever to the next sunrise of this world. The name is enough to bring about a role model, a smiling figure of a pretty distinct outlook with the shades of scientific temperament and achievements- Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam. The former president of the republic of India and by far one of the best scientists of all times, this missile man has so values vested in him that embark him a special place superior to others.
I, personally believe him to be a real saint- something that some people with a scientific approach may believe to be contradictory. But to my satisfaction and for some others’ too, I have enough of his expressions to compliment my words. I was moved by the very first page of his biography that depicted as to what a secular temperament he has behind his professional religion, Science. Such a humble person is hard to find in these days and we are bestowed by some good charms to have him here amongst us.
His persona is too inexplicable for words to express and so is the charm of his presence. Our college was lucky enough to have his presence at our campus for our convocation function. My luck was in its golden phase that I got to attend his lecture, but through the entire length of the same, I couldn’t differentiate myself from a dream. The aura of his presence brought some real amount of energy to the gathering and it was evident from the joy amongst everyone present.
His achievements are of the order that I don’t find myself eligible to even keep an account of them, yet I find a privilege in addressing him to be a saint, Saint Science.

The Cacophony of Life

2009-04-20T20:17:00.001+05:30

Everyday life, as has grown to be is the ultimate blend of how well you dwell and host with your surroundings. At the distant view, a megalith seems nothing close to perfect and it ceases no limits to amaze us to the bounds of our ecstasy. This craze of knowing the unknown is quite enough for mere humans like us, who are no above in the heads than discussing people to move towards the same.
The initial time spent in the vicinity adds to the marvelous moments of the life which drives the soul to keep them for eternity. True seems, at that time, the amazing attraction and affinity we have developed towards the mentioned. Gradually, if we get the much valued and priced company, thanks to our very own nature of taking things to the habits, we start to consider the same priceless possessions as though they have been in our closets and rooms since our first birthday. We get many more things that are now of the priceless tag and we walk on to the older ones and ruin our holy old vows with the closet counterparts.
Life has been and shall be, I hope, similar in this respect of its gradualism. Nature shall never change notably to our likings and so wouldn’t we in retaliation, trying to win the ultimate state of superiority. I have been no exception to this identity that has been derived over the flipping of calendars of cultures, believes and generations. The melody of the past has now transformed into the disliked and never wished to be listened to cacophony. Absence of the attachment from either sides of the bond leads the media to dislocate the bond, as may say science or maybe anyone, for that matter. It is better to part away at such a time, than to be there to wound ourselves in all the ways we try.
But I hope to see things in a melodic way, to seek the same old hues in the things that now appear to be fading away with no tinge whatsoever. Hope to seek the good old music and rhythm in my very old cassette player!