RHETORIC QUESTIONS

How long do the scars last,
How happy can the hurts be,
How sweet the dried up drops in eyes,
How far can blinded eyes see;

How long does an epoch last,
How happy the hedonistic hell can be,
How sweet the naked spices on the tongue,
How far these legs will take thee;

How long does orchestrated cacophony last,
How happy the haunted hearts can be,
How sweet the scent of rotten flowers,
How far this mind is going to be;

How long the lumpen faith can last,
How happy the humble sins can be,
How sweet the scalding contrition,
How far the prayer will follow thee?

I know therefore I am.

it was by a magnetic pull,

an age long forgotten melody being played,

an eternal dance being danced,

a being that slowly emerged,

and that was,

ME.

WAITING...

I felt that I died,
And dead I was,
Being the sacrificial scapegoat,
Now I wait for the resurrection…


Oceanicmirages wait for the resurrection.

Sacrifice...

There was a bid,
In that celebrated auction,
With just one buyer,
Only one precious,
Only one artist,
He sold his masterpiece, his soul.
And attained,
The halo of light.
They call it sacrifice, do you?

"Illusions" by Richard Bach

Tonight at 1 a.m, I asked this book a question as i always do when I don't really know what should I do, rather what is right, and the reply that I got was:

Every person,

all the events of your life

are there because you have

drawn them there.

What you choose

to do with them is

up to you.

this story of ours

band aankho me chupi
sadiyon purani
anjaan kuch
kuch jani pehchani
waqt se pehle, waqt ke baad
teri meri likhi har kahani
fir usi satah ki zubaani
ban kar aayegi wahi nayi kahani

na bharam koi
na faasle hamare beech
na oonchaiyon ke ta-le simte hue
raaz ki zubaani
na saharon ki zarurat
na mit-te bharoson ki chah
na manzil tak jaati
koi dagar purani

jo dekha, suna, jana
har pal kiya mehsus
wo chand lamhe khusi ke
sahej lena tum
aur
dena use
jo aaye tumhare paas
aur mange ye kahani

yahi toh hai bus
choti si, nazuk si
andekhi, fir bhi jani pehchani
teri aur meri, ye ankahi kahani

this is dee. written by her as only a comment on my post 'sawaal'. it was too beautiful to be kept there.

it is her message, "jo dekha, suna, jana, har pal kiya mehsus, wo chand lamhe khusi ke, sahej lena tum aur dena use, jo aaye tumhare paas aur mange ye kahani" (what was seen, heard, imbibed and felt every moment, those few moments of joy, gather them close and give to the one who comes and asks for these) that is the spirit of my writing.

yes, sometimes i do feel what this story of us will be like. its a journey that has only begun. where will the gods lead us? and whether anybody will remember us after we are gone. will you?

- adi.

the thread that binds

It is around a holy tree,
She revolved her belief,
It stands a sacred symbol,
Surrounded by four pillars of gold,
Small engravings of wisdom,
Being chanted out,
In a language long forgotten,
Surviving only as a dead whisper,
A whisper loud enough to wield power,
To keep her enslaved;
Surrounded by red and yellow flags,
The amber incense filling the senses with a fragrance that helps,
To create a trance that culminates into,
A numb ecstasy;
A trance of oaths, pledges,
Offerings and devotion;
Endless heads with her bowing down,
Millions of souls revolving around,
The tree oozing out divine faith,
Her faith, their faith;
Taken from within and given away,
Sold by the proxy Gods,
As sacred threads; that
Are tied back on the stems, on the branches
Where it stays and will stay
For her, for them,
The manifested faith, faith she searches for,
Faith she will always search for,
Till it is hers.

A few evenings ago the two of us, unknowningly, were writing the same thing, differently ofcourse, but similar also. And it turned out into a little story of faith and wonder. Here's the other thought.

Main
Dheer Gambhir, Dharti putra
Khada akela
Devalaya ke prangan mein
Yugon yugon se
Maun sanwad mein
Pooch raha
dhyeya apna
Vayu-varun
Akash-arun se
Ya dhoondh raha tha
Antim-agni alingan mein

Tum
Shakti putri
Gatimay, chapal
Prashant, atal
Baandh gayin
Chahun aur mere
Aastha ki
dori kushal

Aur main
Ashaay peepal
Ban utha
Kalpvriksh sabal