Monday, February 28, 2011

The kiss..

Let a storm strike


the roots of this wretched old earth

Let the words fly..

The letters fly..

The tunes fly..

The gains fly

The pains fly..

The desires fly..

The rhythm fly..

The dreams fly..

Let the earth slowly moves towards destruction..

It is getting naked..naked

I will just..

Kiss your lips, my beautiful lady

As it is through them

The first drop of rain

Of a new earth

Would come..

Let me get wet..wet..wet..

Friday, February 18, 2011

Fragments of my Wanderlust mood : A compilation of Poetry

"I can feel the call of that ancient road where still the dusty grains of time whisper in the ears of roaming souls the granduer of the lost road and the urge to discover the traces..of shades of life and its reincarnated fragrance..








Like an homeless Prince with a worldly smile I each day leave the nemesis of uncherished dreams and search flashes of life within the call of the road..a call which from ancient time made me wanderlust..







Along the silence of midnight..as somewhere an empty boat dwindle in lonely air..as a night train halts in an remote soulless station..as the first touch of dew kiss the eyelids of a pavement beggar..as the invisible moments change shades within..I found..my old lost words coming back to me and whisper..across the coveted distance..of their rebirth..n my reincarnated poetry..







Sometime as I turn the pages of my poetry.. I found those old faded words offering me still..those sunny mornings..those lonely afternoon..those rainy evenings..those moments of sudden storm..those moonlit night..those first flash of dawn within the wings of night bird..the signs..that I could be noone..yet someone..







I walked through the foggy roads..hazy streets..dew soaked valleys.. rain washed lanes of a nostalgic shades and then I found the invitation written all over..to write some new words..which I wrote and gifted her..through a whisper of love..







By an urge of nemesis..by the first word ever uttered of the primitive earth..by the smile of the reincarnated monk..by the dreams of a lost horizon..by the walk along the lost harbour.. I found somewhere those unspoken words..untouched letters..it is time..it is time I should speak..to her..of love..







Back to the roots..as I walked from a life which offered me both sides of a coin..I faced it..with visible smile and invisible pain..and then walked on..as if with a wish of a river..urge of lost words..touch of the sea waves..dreams of an traveller..the silence of the night..by the simple road..along the moonlit tracks..and an air of a distant whistle..of a call..a call..







I gathered..the kiss of wind..the wandering drops of rain..the first touch of fallen leaf..the dew soaked eyes..the silence of the winter night..the song of a lost Baul along the red soil..the shadow by the river..the trembling lips..the warmth of words..the whisper of poetry..for you..for you....







I walked down the hills and came to a lonely station..covered with misty fog..a dimmy light on the shaded platform..a half slept stationmaster..the brushing wind..far across I could see the fragmented ruins..like an untouched fantasy..the shadows of past lingered on..as if this is indeed heaven..but at that time came the whistle of train and I stepped in..to life..







The promises made beneath the canopy of ageless star..the sleepless words born in the scent of midnight..the full moon over the garaged rickshaw..the brilliant laughter of the four youths along the foggy empty streets..the shadows under the streetlamps...and the dew soaked flight of the night birds..I saw all..I felt all..I wrote all..as poetry of moments..







The unknown words of the Persian frescoes.. on the Ashokan Pillars..the words of postures of fabled art of the shady caves..of the rock cut sculptures..the words..the hymns of the white bearded priest in a ruined temple..how much I uttered n I unuttered don't know..but I walked..in a rythm of light and dark..life and death..I searched myself within..being lost and found....







The misty fog..moonlit valley..the mirage of a desert..the last passanger of the last train..lost footsteps..the shadows of an empty busstop..the Sarenga player of the Rajasthani Bhopas..the songs of Tagore..the smell of the dew soaked nightbirds..the eyes of the reincarnated monk..the whistle of a night train..all came along the shades of night and kissed my dreams and I surrendered all..to my words..







I found those invisible words..written on the ancient gateways..uttered from the lips of the greatest monk..lost within the faded paintings of the abandoned caves..within the dagger of the silent sword..within the mediaval fragrance of the moonlit Taj..within the dance steps of the forgotten temple girls..within the shadow of the lost days in the mirror of the hilly river..







I walked along the silence of the night and found the moonlit ancient roads calling me like a light of an ageless star of horizon..a call which once made a Prince a monk..a call which make a confined soul out in the fresh air..a call which make a lonely traveller wander thru the ruins..a call which make a poet create words..for a poetry named life..







I found her on the thatched beach huts of coconut trees..thru the sacred chants of the Church..thru the arch shaped highway down town..thru the evening bar b que along the fire..by a sip of wine in the white sand..in some lost Mahals of a Rajasthani fort..in the twilight of sanddunes..in the frescos of lost caves..and in the mediaval fragrance of a wrecked inscriptions..searching me.. My words..my love..







A call of a distant place still I unvisited but through the signs of dream it offers a paradox of thoughts..the golden sand..a light house..the sea waves like a flash of white garlands..the bell of a night dinner along the beach huts..those dancing shadow of a couple..n the old boat man by the wrecked boat..with a wrinkled face n innocent eyes..as if..as if the face of God..







As I roam thru the lost city..I found a touch of a woman on my hand..who for ages loved me..who made me write for her always..who among the ruins portray our love as the greatest beauty of life..in her eyes I found those words which thousands desire to tell but still yet unuttered..n I found those..in my journey across the fragments of time with my beautiful wife!!







Far across the river I walked and saw..a canoe floating.. night air flowing brushing the smell of the lost ruins..the crecent shaped moon wandering at the wretched watch tower n there a mile away a lonely station sleeping..with a remote solitude..I wonder..if this silence is heaven n if not then how much distance left..of still unwritten words..







When I am alone with the midnight thoughts..the hazy street lamps..the departing last train..the call of the ancient roads..the wrecked dockyard..the moon kissed ruins..I walk on..as if in dream..soak in words..







As if by nemesis of ancient roads I am still wandering within the desolate lanes of an forgotten empire..n the unforgottable cave paintings..to pick up those unuttered unwritten signs..to be written in words..







Sometimes I feel that my journey of life is like an wanderlust monk who walk n walk..diminishes the distances n shades of day night n search smiles within the unknown cities n when alone create letters..of a different life..with love..







When i find myself alone in the silence of the night..I feel there exists an intimate relation between me n this very earth..it is by words..sheer words I can someday describe a journey of man again n again..being lost n found..







I listened laughter..I listened cries..I touched dew drops..I touched twilight..I shared the silence of night..I shared my just written words..







Within my two hands I can create a heaven through words and gift her who a long ago hold my hand in a busy coffee house in an golden evening..i can not make life worst but only beautiful for her..







As evening kissed the banks of the river here..somewhere again night is ready to kiss the sun..here all the windows are getting slowly shut.. somewhere doors are now wide open..somewhere silent tears..and somewhere a flash of magic smile on soft lips..







Sometime rain comes with the fragrance of early birth..sometime I search the lost river..sometime I feel like touching the wet wind..sometime I stand over the bridge and saw love and hatred lying aside..along the silence of the night n moon..







I saw heaven just a miles away but I came back as the earth called me with its midnight tears..lonely moonlight..the scent of dawn..song of a lonely Baul..the first drop of rain..n the mystery of her eyes..







I crossed the distance of the night..the whistle of a nightbird..the dimmy light of a lonely station..the figure of a walking man in his own moods..and the return of a forgotten song like silent tears in a midnight of rain..







As if walking along the river side..along the parallel rail tracks and a distant wooden bridge..I saw night waiting on the other side as at my end..evening slowly wither away..a wind soaked in rain greets me..in whisper of silence..







It is a strange feeling to be back in the known roads..may be all wd be same..or different..but may be I would be a bit changed man who will step on the known path with a bit more confidence and fear of loosing nothing..as I saw the opposite side of the coin.. named life..







As I crossed another day..the floating white clouds of the midnight..the distant whistle of a train..the fragrance of a new dawn..reminds..that I have to walk on..till that snowcapped summit..where may or may not I can step my foot one day..but I wd cross the distance between.."



Thursday, February 17, 2011

Whispering Shadows : Part1

Ramilla can recollect everything. Leaning on a back of a boat dug in sound she stood alone as a colourful evening approaches..in this fascinating spot where the blue river water and the green sea waves get mixed. This is an estuary where far across large ships are anchored far away..it is always a breath taking scene to see the river finally able to find him and jump with all her gains pains losses and love jump on the broad chest of the sea..she thought do the river after meeting him again after a period of fatigue and surrender can recognise him as the man he left..? Or he has changed somewhere?Or the sea now busy in some other attractions or found some new one?....The bubbling river water or the roaring sea waves gave no answer.. But still Ramilla remember evening..when she in one evening along with her group of friends came here for picnic and while in the exuberrance of youth while taking dip in the sea..suddenly a big wave hit her and she saw dark for a moment and the next moment she can see only water..water..water..and within seconds she have respiratory problems..and she started to faint..she forgot all the basics of swimming..and her body became stiff..her body became heavy and is gradually getting drowned ..when suddenly a watersport boat came around her and a man jumped and shouted..Open the eyes..open the eyes..Look here my hand..grab it..just grab it..I know you can..you surely can..I am here..I am here..and she grabbed the hand..and she took her within his hands and brought him on the shore..and before she fainted She heard..Lady..my name is Aryan! .............Ramilla took a long breadth...and then a red blush brushed in her cheek..as she remember that months later it is in these sands somewhere along a thatched hut Aryan first kissed her!..Hey Doctor..a shout came from back ..she turned round and saw her attendant. The patient has high fever and its increasing...Ramilla jumped on and in quick steps walked towards the home..She want only one thing in life. To cure Aryan and ask him one question one day seating beside him..with her deep eyes.. Do Aryan love her still? Contd.. The Letter.... The evening passed. The moments passed. The fragments of time carried on the wings of eternity passed. And like an uncherished picture of times immemorial..Ramilla kept seated beside the bed of Aryan. Whistles of a ship trooted the air..sea waves crashed against the shore..boat men got busy entertaining the tourists..the flashes of camera can be seen..a kid flew away in the purple coloured sky..a bunch of red balloonds and then clapped..the old wrinklefaced man along the wrecked boat sat n kept stitching the damaged fish net..within his squeezed skin and brown lips a smile drawn..the light house started offering the signal to the lost soul..in the mid ocean..the pleasant winds visited the sandy beach n roamed..a group of tourist found it as the right time to enjoy a foot massage along with beer..and quite near..very near to Ramilla's eyes..the sheets of a calender kept flying in wind as if making her go back..back to those golden days..as a drop of tear came through her eyes and dropped in her kurta..she again touched her hand on Aryan's forehead and found it heated..fever is still high..inspite of the medicines..the fever is not decreasing..the Doctor came again and said its a kind of shock and carelessness to the body and foodless survival of some days that made this disease..Ramilla kept on looking at Aryan's face and prayed..come back..come back..Aryan..plz ..I want to hear your voice..plz..plz..Why you tortured yourself so much for coming back to me..why?Am i so special? And if so then why at that moment we got parted?..Ramilla kept on looking..from evening Aryan spoke three times..like a broken series of a letter..I WOULD BE BACK..I AM COMING..RAMILLA! RAMILLA! and then again lost away...Now with a trembled hand Ramilla kept her fingers on Aryan's body..on his hair..his face..and while buttoning his one unbuttined bound he found that in his pocket there is a sheet of paper..she got curious and brought it out and in a whisker read it..it was written................... I will be back Ila..forgive me..Aryan.... Ramilla's fingers again trembled..her whole body took a stir..and then like a waterfall she boke away and thought..The river is lost! No more the sea can recognise her.It is time for the sea for a story of a new river! Ramilla kept on crying. But what she thought about Aryan, the man fighting with shock and amnesia knew deep within his sleep of lost senses.... That it is wrong. Seriously wrong.








..Ramilla seated on the sand like a wax statue when winds kissed her..and the sea waves gradually came and make her toe wet..then she suddenly got a touch on her shoulder..Ramilla jumped on and then she found that there is standing no one but Aryan himself!







For a moment Ramill's face brightened..then she recollected the letter and her face again dark..and at that moment Aryan sat beside her and said.."Can you tell me Madam..where I am..where I am exactly..I went in search of someone..someone..whom..Oh God..I cannot remember anything..what,s her name? And how I came here..just here..madam..can you can you help me..I need to find her..find her..and suddenly he caught Ramilla's hand without any notice and fell down on her lap and lost senses again!Ramilla almost in a shock started shivering..the wind appearing very sharp to her..as if with teeth..and Ramilla realised that Aryan has got memory loss..how terrible..and he forgot all about her periodical grief and kept her red lips on the forehead of Aryan..saying..It is me Aryan..it is me..your Ramilla..whom you are searching she is here..I am here..open your eyes..sweetheart..open your eyes!..But Aryan gave no answer.Ramilla saw that Aryan is lying on her lap and his lips are over the locket..as if..as if..Aryan is kissing it!

The Letter..the locket and the loss! (Contd..)

The Letter.... The evening passed. The moments passed. The fragments of time carried on the wings of eternity passed. And like an uncherished picture of times immemorial..Ramilla kept seated beside the bed of Aryan. Whistles of a ship trooted the air..sea waves crashed against the shore..boat men got busy entertaining the tourists..the flashes of camera can be seen..a kid flew away in the purple coloured sky..a bunch of red balloonds and then clapped..the old wrinklefaced man along the wrecked boat sat n kept stitching the damaged fish net..within his squeezed skin and brown lips a smile drawn..the light house started offering the signal to the lost soul..in the mid ocean..the pleasant winds visited the sandy beach n roamed..a group of tourist found it as the right time to enjoy a foot massage along with beer..and quite near..very near to Ramilla's eyes..the sheets of a calender kept flying in wind as if making her go back..back to those golden days..as a drop of tear came through her eyes and dropped in her kurta..she again touched her hand on Aryan's forehead and found it heated..fever is still high..inspite of the medicines..the fever is not decreasing..the Doctor came again and said its a kind of shock and carelessness to the body and foodless survival of some days that made this disease..Ramilla kept on looking at Aryan's face and prayed..come back..come back..Aryan..plz ..I want to hear your voice..plz..plz..Why you tortured yourself so much for coming back to me..why?Am i so special? And if so then why at that moment we got parted?..Ramilla kept on looking..from evening Aryan spoke three times..like a broken series of a letter..I WOULD BE BACK..I AM COMING..RAMILLA! RAMILLA! and then again lost away...Now with a trembled hand Ramilla kept her fingers on Aryan's body..on his hair..his face..and while buttoning his one unbuttined bound he found that in his pocket there is a sheet of paper..she got curious and brought it out and in a whisker read it..it was written................... I will be back Ila..forgive me..Aryan.... Ramilla's fingers again trembled..her whole body took a stir..and then like a waterfall she boke away and thought..The river is lost! No more the sea can recognise her.It is time for the sea for a story of a new river! Ramilla kept on crying. But what she thought about Aryan, the man fighting with shock and amnesia knew deep within his sleep of lost senses.... That it is wrong. Seriously wrong.








..Ramilla seated on the sand like a wax statue when winds kissed her..and the sea waves gradually came and make her toe wet..then she suddenly got a touch on her shoulder..Ramilla jumped on and then she found that there is standing no one but Aryan himself!







For a moment Ramill's face brightened..then she recollected the letter and her face again dark..and at that moment Aryan sat beside her and said.."Can you tell me Madam..where I am..where I am exactly..I went in search of someone..someone..whom..Oh God..I cannot remember anything..what,s her name? And how I came here..just here..madam..can you can you help me..I need to find her..find her..and suddenly he caught Ramilla's hand without any notice and fell down on her lap and lost senses again!Ramilla almost in a shock started shivering..the wind appearing very sharp to her..as if with teeth..and Ramilla realised that Aryan has got memory loss..how terrible..and he forgot all about her periodical grief and kept her red lips on the forehead of Aryan..saying..It is me Aryan..it is me..your Ramilla..whom you are searching she is here..I am here..open your eyes..sweetheart..open your eyes!..But Aryan gave no answer.Ramilla saw that Aryan is lying on her lap and his lips are over the locket..as if..as if..Aryan is kissing it! ..................................Suddenly a big rush of sea waves touched the shore..literally it broke down on the back of Ramilla ..her kurta got all wet..and more than that it made Aryan wet too..and suddenly..There is a jerk in his body n his lips shivered ..trembled n there are words..Ramilla took Aryans head in two hands and he can hear Aryan saying like a whisper..Ramilla is it you? The world became again lighted for her. She forgot everything and kissed the lips of Aryan uttering..I am Ramilla..yes I am..Aryan tried to open the eyes but cannnot only eyelids half open..said again..Is it Ramilla..is it her fragrance?Ramilla now cried again and hugged Aryan..and said..I am here..open your eyes Aryan..n its me..only me....But Aryan is quite again. And he has again lost sense.....Sea waves came..birds came to their nest..ships started playing cruise and night slowly sheltered herself on the beach. Ramilla kept on seating..alone..like a woman of paradox..who found and lost love at the same time.....to be contd. *********************** It is a beautiful sunny morning. Wind gentle, waves asif crystal clear, sky shining with threat of no clouds. Ramilla however in her heart confused and hopeful at the sametime. As Aryan came to conciousness three times and then again lost it....it may be to her for the shock..and coming back of memory is a good sign..now she dressed in a red skirt n yellow top came out of the house and at that moment the postman called her.. A letter for you lady! The postman came smiling and handed her the letter..and seeing the emblem and the subject of the letter Ramilla lost all words..the letter came from U.S...from University of Michigan and it deals about her dream project of Doctorate..which she applied six months back with no hope of acceptance..but it has been accepted..an unbelievable thing like a pebble turning to gold..Ramilla has been asked to join within two weeks time and to send it by one da the acceptance offer of the Fellowship proposal..and as Ramilla totally confused stood still a voice came from her back..Good Morning charming lady..can you recognise me? Ramilla turned around and saw a man..an old man..who bear a smile in his face with his eyes dancing..And then he said again.. The Man with the Felt Hat is back lady..oh daughter can I have a cup of coffee? Ramilla stood still confused much more than earlier and she smiled towards the man..though thinking deeply..how many surprised life awaits her at the same time? And what she would do now..At one side..the fellowship proposal..secondly Cornel Tod a father like man who gave her shelter here when she was all alone n lost..coming back..and on the other side..like a smile of destiny stands Aryan..her love! Now which one..which one would Ramilla accept? She tried to find the answer in the glorious sunshine.But alas! No answer came.

Colonel Tod speaks..(Contd.)

In afternoon Colonel Tod sat in his arm chair with a glass of chilled beer. A pleasant wind is blowing, the sounds of the hub of the nearby beach bisected the air, the sun shining though it has lost its heat. Ramilla also seated opposite to her in a cushioned chair. She trying to act happy as this old man meant a lot in her life......'I want to tell you a story Ramilla' Tod said. Ramilla smiled. May be PaaI hava also a story to tell you. 'She is a quick decision maker.She decided to open the story of Aryan before him and lets see what are his viewpoints. 'But you should begin first Paa' said Ramilla ..Paa denotes an alias of Papa.. Tod sipped the beer and started' 'Well my daughter, I should say that after retiring from military life my recent interest is Archaeology.. A subject..leading a backward journey of time. I don't know how I got enthralled by the subject' may be I have seen so much war and bloodshed of the presence that now I want to go back to past. I came here straight from the state of Bikaner..in Rajasthan..before that I was working in China..on an interesting subject about the myth of a lost Port or Harbour of Harappan times of India..we trying to found out the source of the port..and the hinterland..and the trade route..we progressed very well our journey from China to Bikaner..denotes that.. And within this a man joined who have a brilliant knowledge of archaeology...it wd be right to say that he accelerated our excavations to a great degree..until that day when that scoundrel fly away with all my notes all my detailed research works.. and I started following his trail..I got the news that man..that thief..that betrayer has come somewhere around this beach city..and I would not leave him..that scoundrel.. 'Do you know his name? You can report the Police.' 'I would surely do that! The name of that scoundrel is Aryan. Just Aryan!' Ramilla in utter shock jumped off from her seat. And kept on staring at Tod with disbelief. 'Oh my daughter, dont get shocked I would surely find him..now seat and let me your story!' Ramilla sat in the chair. What story she can tell now? Her all stories again got jumbled up. Moreover she has listened a new story now. Aryan a bettrayer? Colonel Tod sipped again the beer. Then said, 'Come on..its time for you to speak.' Paa is wrong. Ramilla thought. Its time for her of silence. And may be for life. She now uttered in soft voice..' Paa, i will tell you the story..but some other time!'


The Call..

Ramilla came and took a seat in her favourite chair and switched on her laptop. And visiting her mail account the very first thing she did is that she sent an acceptance letter for her Doctorate proposal to the University of Michigan. Let anything happens..this is her dream project and she will not miss it by any chance. Every person has an aim in her life..and this is Ramilla's aim. Moreover if she can wait and wait for Aryan..why Aryan can not? And moreover if Paa is right then how a persom whom she gave everything can be a betrayer? How can she keep on contact with a person of such morals? A thief? ..As the mail account confirmed the sent mail message ..a call came from outside. It was the voice of Elena..Mam..the patient has come back to sense..and she is calling Ramilla..saying that he is having a terrible pain in head and before he forget anything..he have a very important thing to tell her..A secret which he can only tell Ramilla!




Tuesday, February 8, 2011

A Wild Thought

Sometimes I think life is a brilliant wonder..


Sometime a soothing orchestra of wet drops of rain..

Sometime life is all about passing by through a distant whistle of a running train..
Sometime again it is an urge or a nemesis of a break away run..
...........And the run begins from cascading the known from the open world of unknown..and thus
I found myself totally exposed..walking alone beneath the horizon..
As I walk I found myself..
On the pitch coloured road of the vast world..
Following the engraved footsteps and footprints of the millions who have passed
For ages and decades and centenary..
May be the name of this particular road has changed..may be the name itself is a misinterpretation of epigraphed regionalism..
May be the grains of daily struggles of life is itself now a rich history..
May be the pattern of ages has changed the passion of needs..
May be the whole known surroundings has been fragmented into a new..totally new identity..
May be underneath my feet the history remains silent for ever knowing everything..
May be the reason for growth and cause of destruction..
Of each period..each empire..each event..
But as I walk I found out with a shiver..
Beneath my feet the road..the path.. can loose everything ..except..
The wild truth..
The touch of a new man walking on a new road on a new Journey..







Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Midnight Whisper

Within the coveted roads I found the shadow of moments..



I found the surrender of uncherished desires..

I found the translation of dreams through the lost nostalgia of hypnotic rememberance..

I found the twinkling of some invisible bells..

I found the solo cry of the night bird yet in a bewildered moment of dew soaked wings.,

I found the lonely farmer with heaps of corn walking with a blink of shared unworldliness..

I found the village women with half flying veils..

I found through the paddy field the gili danda of the naked children..

I found the steam of a factory covering the horizon and the sunset..
I found the lonely temple on the top of a lonely plateau..
I found the wrecked lamppost beside a thatched hut..
I found the half exposed moon from the blanket of white layer..
I found the offerings of those remote stations..
I found the dense fog overlapping me with all its touch..
And like a man...reincarnated..
Found through the dense fog..
Different images of myself..
Like a flash of eternity..
Like a touch of the dust..
Like a kiss of Life..

Like a trembling truth of the mysticism..
And a nemesis of a deep rooted emotion..
Through the whistle of the train..
Through the freezing cold of the midnight..
Through the lively sketches of a full fledged life..
At a junction of a Station..

I waited..
Lost and Found..
Wet and Warm..
Shades and Shadows..
Of a conversation
Between me and my inner soul..
Through letters and words..
Of yet not said..of yet untouched..unshared..unexpressed..
Through the Midnight Whisper..
Of The Last traveller of the Last Train!