THE WEB OF LIFE...

Recurrent loops of the wax; shaped up as webs and webs and webs of struggling existence; the spider enjoys the game of trapping. The prey epitomizes the beauty of the fight, the valour, the courage and finally the renunciation…

One wins and the Other ensures by loosing the game that “The One” wins, the ultimate sacrifice of the self is to give up the self, a complete renunciation of the ego.

The most interesting observation is to keep looking at the gossamers spun, strengthened enough to hold the weighty ego of the insect struggle to survive, breaking free and trapped again, breaking free and trapped again, it goes on for a while…

The fit of loss, of loosing it within, dissolves the struggle.

Finally the web becomes comfortable enough.

Does it?

At times it does. And at times the insect beautifully spins on and on in the web, relentlessly, almost like a wheel in motion, and tear the bonds apart by the sheer momentum of the spinning existence, by the magnitude of pain, the heat produced by the numb mind keeps the body working, there is no vision, its not blindness, it’s the time, that is swung over and over and the fate is swung around the other side.

The insect breaks free, swerves its life…

To again swerve from another web and it goes on and on…

The web of life…

A tear!

Carved out of pain,
Marked by happiness,
Softened by desire,
Sculpted by envy,
Polished by pride,
Pushed by hurt,
Called upon by loneliness,
It slips out of the alcove,
And spills at the altar

The first comment that i got for this poem more than an year back was,

[you love to play with words] :-)

Fond memory{I had gone to meet my wizard for the first time to his office, n we were friends then}...how the moment all comes back. so vivid...it seems it was yesterday n i have come a long way since then...

REVIVAL...

Kabhi kabhi kagaz par
Yun hi
Bikhar jate hain
Kuch adhure, toote foote,
Shabd
Lakiron se kaate hue,
Syahi ke rang k peeche se, Jhaankte,
Shabd
Kuch zang lage, kuch maile
Kuch ghise hue,
Kuch khurdare, kuch gale hue,
Shabd
Pareshan karte hain…
Chhu bhi nahi paate,
Teri yaad k ehsaas ko,
Fir aakhir me bus,
Tera naam likhti hun,
Aur simat k puri duniya meri,
Us ek shabd me,
Nikhar jati hai…
Khilkhila uthti hai…
Aur fir se Ji uthte hain,
Mere shabd…

FLASHES...

The memories crashed on her heart,
Percolating down, the sandy beach;
Sliding inside the caves,
Comfortably accommodating themselves,
As dead shells,
Slimy weeds,
Disjointed skeleton of a crab,
Broken pieces of stones,
Drifting wrecks,
She sat there watching the sunset,
Watching the disappearing rays,
Watching the skies put on a blanket,
Watching the birds sing goodnight,
And there was a flash…
A shooting star…
She wished for the morning;
The waves crashed and crashed,
But not on her heart anymore;
Not bringing any shells and skeleton,
Not staying back on the rocks,
Just, flashing the moon,
Flashing the sun…

INVOCATION TO DIVINE!!!

The candle is burnt;
The flame no longer claims lives;
The wax has evaporated,
Traces of soot hang here and there,
Nightmares trouble the dead mind,
Tugging at the dead heart,
Claiming what is still alive,
The darkness all around is purged,
With the light of your soul,
It is not yet time,
To give up,
Come, rise from the ashes,
No, no Christ...

But YOU...

FORFEITED

Forfeited
Desires… Dreams… Determination…
Wisdom… Strength… Destination…
Freedom… Liberty… Rebellion…
Smiles… Tears… Sensations…
Truths… Lies… Resignation…
Life… Love… Dedication…

Yes, you guessed right;
She is a woman…

UNIVERSAL LAW!!!

Sitting at the doorsteps,

Watching the rain,

Slashing across her face,

A few unknown memories;

She smiled and yet,

Two drops stealthily,

Creped out of her eyes;

Testing the content of salt in the drops.

She held those drops in her palm,

Swaying, rolling and slowly,

She stretched her arm,

In that torrential downpour,

And those two tears were washed away;

Sent along the unknown road…

Heady happiness in her, now drooping eyes,

The subtle haphazard heaviness,

Settling in her head,

The pain held steadfast,

In that numb gaze,

Looking through the sky.

Unaware of the many bicycles, rickshaws,

Scooters, bikes and cars,

Passing across,

Men, women rushing by; avoiding the rain;

Taking shelters beside the boundary walls of the houses,

Or in the park across the house,

The motor shed serving,

As one huge umbrella.

Oblivious of their glances,

Yet noticing minutely,

The worms creeping out of the ground,

The walls, the rusted swings in the park,

The cemented seats, the leaves and the grass,

The railings, the roads,

The whole universe under her gaze,

Being cleansed off the grime.

She is pulled on the road by her friends,

And she splits into two.

The soul keeps sitting at the door steps,

And she laughs and smiles in the rain,

They jump in the puddles,

Run in the park,

Throw mud and leaves at each other,

She embraces the rain,

They shout overjoyed,

Intoxicated in unabashed innocence,

All the while staring back at herself.

Imploring, pleading, beseeching herself to join,

Who still sat with that cold, numb gaze,

At the doorstep;

Making the threshold her home, she sits;

Neither brooding, nor complaining, nor waiting,

Nor searching, nor sad,

Just numb; comfortably numb…

The rain stops in a couple of hours,

People get back to their work,

She and her friends,

Like, bright, newly dressed flowers,

Happily swaying in the breeze,

Like the green happy trees,

Chatter away to glory,

Sitting in the park,

Half soaked and half dry,

Like the pretty mermaids,

Whispering softly,

She glances back at the doorstep.

And finds herself,

Snuggled up to clouds,

Being lulled into a sleep.

The mild breeze crystallizing around her.

The drops floating around, caressing her.

She bids goodbye to her friends,

Gently waking herself, to go back home.

Hugging each other tightly, they cry;

Tears streaming down their eyes,

Something welling up inside both of them,

And finally they drown yet again,

Into each other.

Half smiling, half crying;

Not alive, yet not dying…