shoonya

shoonya
nishabda
inchara
aankura
samyukta
sampoorna
paripoorna
vispota
bheekara
rodana
nishabda
shoonya

kya aisa bhi sambhav hain?

kya aisa bhi sambhav hain?

ke geet hum gaaye
to awaaz aaye unke bhi

ke hum baarish mein bheege
to sardi lage unko bhi

kavita hum likhe
to ho shabd shaamil unke bhi

pareshaan hum rahe
to bebasi ho unko bhi

to kya aisa bhi sambhav hain?

ke hamari kushi paagalpan kehlaye
aur dard unka bhi?

ke hamari waqt khatam hota jaaye
aur samveedana unke bhi?

Ladder

There exists a ladder of life. Some people climb up the ladder and some climb down. There are some who are just standing around the ladder and some far away from it. People climbing down the ladder hold the hand of the one standing beside the ladder so as to check their fall. Those climbing up the ladder hold the hand of the one standing beside so that the climb is made easier. I am like the one who stands beside the ladder. Neither moving up nor down. Life goes on. People move up and people move down. I am going no where ....

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A Describing Word

What adjective would you use to describe life, when you are asked to speak and are jumped upon every word that is spoken? When every sentence is scrutinised, dissected and a judgement passed? When your silences are scorned? When you are put into a blackbox after being considered despicable, where your cries for help is not audible? when the heart is ripped open in order to see if it is pure? When your dreams are being monitored? When your affections are screened and tagged as betrayal? When you dont matter anymore to those who matter to you? When your feelings are dismissed as caprice? When your sensitivity is measured against the imperviousness of lead? When you are made to feel small, so small that you seem to be reduced to a small blinking dot! When the prudence is such that you are deemd to have received more than you deserve and hence, it doesnt matter anymore whether something is given are taken away from you? When your perspective is reconed as good as a bat's would be?

What adjective would you use to describe a bleeding heart and a wounded soul?

baadithe sumavu?

Novu nalivu
ee olavu
kaarana halavu
vyartha ellavu
bedada chalavu
yaara uzhivu
yaara aazhivu?
murida manavu
kambaniya dhaareyu
yochaneya horaatavu
bhavanegala gondalavu
mareyaayithe geluvu
baadithe sumavu?

The Light

The lids open,
and let the sunshine in

they are reflected,
compassionate, warm and benevolent

it touches,
every soul it meets

fills with joy,
every heart that beats

with love,
the essence of life

the light,
that flows from your eyes.

Close them,
if you need to rest

only to open
again every single day

to brighten,
the day soaked in sunshine

with the light,
that flows from your eyes.

A colourful Appeal

I stand alone, as i have been standing for the past fifty years in the backyard of a hundred year old house that has so far managed to survive in this city that changes landskapes like people change clothes. There i go again. I am yet again thinking of those colorful clothes. The inmates of the house refer to me as 'the big tree'. It has never occured to them to find out what tree i am, it doesnt matter to them. They are happy with the shade i provide and are proud of the green colour of my leaves. Infact they admire me when i flower. As though they behold a rainbow. My leaves are green and can be only green as they have always been other than in autumn when they turn yellow only to fall. My flowers are always the same yellow. Not even a shade paler or brighter, much to my disgust. Every summer i send out a prayer, an appeal to you to change it to some fresh new colour. Why doesnt my prayer reach you, O Lord. Please, this year, turn the leaves crimson red after the fall. These humans talk endlessly and inadvertently about the greenery. I would love to give them a nice surprise. I need a change.

Rain

Thunder. Hailstorm. Alarm. The Rain painted the colour of panic on a green peaceful city, mercilessly pouring down on the animates and inanimates without discretion. The resoluteness of the mighty trees that line the streets, the exhibition of shoddy and substandard work done by the city electricity company in laying of electric poles, the silence and peace of the night and the element which the humans called courage, collapsed attesting the power of devastation displayed by the storm. Proxy rivers ran through parts of the city on self paved paths, culminating into the horrifyingly overflowing stormwater drains, much to the excitement of innocent children at the prospect of sailing paper boats and to the horror of the adults who set their minds busy calculating the damage to life and property. The reaction of the senior citizens was stereotype and consisted mainly of shaking of their heads in disgust and mumbling almost inaudibly about the collective sins of the community. Night could neither turn to heaven nor earth for peace since both assured only chaos. The invisible omnipresent wind that had acquired horrendous velocity made its presence felt to every breating heart. The later part of the day, wept in its helplessness and slept with the inmates of the city, both wanting to believe that they are a witness only to a nightmare.

Its summer. The sun started his journey early, oblivious to the events of the night awakening the day as it always did. The day woke with a smile, positive and promising, forgiving the absense of the sun that caused havoc the previous night. The clouds are far away, there is still time ...