My Experience with Contradictions

Somewhere between the realms of dreams and reality, I live in a world which I think is mine. I juggle up my dreams with the truth I live and I puzzle up the fact with the longing I have. Life has been this way for some time now and I have become used to this self-discovered way of owning the world which belongs only to me. This world of mine has everything which I ever wanted but, yes I haven’t become selfish yet.

A smile which crosses a face when you hear what your heart longs for is the most genuine one. I smile the most every now and then. Life is a giving maestro. It gives us love, but there is a path to discover it. It gives us hope, but footfalls to raise it. It gives us will, but not to possess but fall in love. And I did fall; into a world which I call mine! Is this a trap or a trail? A trap to dissolve into the world of dreams! A trail to uncover my destiny!

I do believe in Karma - the cause and effect factor, the action and deed occurrences and the cycle of life.  Life does seem short sometimes but, I believe there is another world we transcend into and keep flowing thereafter. Life cannot be so short. The time we spend in one world becomes short!

My life would have been as normal as anyone, but, just that I have always been put in these unusual situations, but, doesn’t everyone?

Pushed into something where I differed in point and view, I trod this path with utmost contradictions. A life I refused to accept is a life I live. A point I refused is the point of being. Life does this to you I suppose, what goes around just comes around! What lies charred is what I strive for. It make me sigh, it makes me laugh! The intricacies of life is so finely woven, it seems we live a thousand lives when we are in this world!

Coffeetale

Dedicated to my companion for life.

A friend for all seasons and forever and ever.

"Who lifts your spirit, gives warmth, heals your soul, instant mood lifter, protects you from the heartless terrains of life and ruthless falls of the winter, an excuse for hangouts, sparkles up your date, works up wonders at war-fronts, wakes you up to sensualization and more."

Chant away................

Caught in the tiff between life and time,
there are moments to hold tight, and cite.

Cuddled together, the days we shared
were lazy, and dizzy and buzy those days.

Coming of friends, and peers and cheers,
brings tears to the eyes, the way they were.

Cakes, shakes and lovely takes,
makes me wake to the charming days.

Callouts, Hangouts, or lockouts, the days!
but you stayed with me, alwayssss.

Cool, uncool the things it took,
you shook me to the days we hooked

Caged away from flowing waves 
lies mazes of our lovely days.

Caring and sharing with you always
quenches away my worry most days.

Calling to you, now and then,
COFFEE, you are AMEN!

A Chuckle and a Pity!!

I do not have any other way to put this across, because it was something that happened as straight as it could have been otherwise also. 

He was dressed in a black tuxedo; a pony tail which was oiled or may be naturally oily. He wore two more things, a golden framed glass and an expression of unending confusion which spread across his young face. He was roaming about the corridor all the while, and what it seemed to me, was that he could not find the venue for what he came to attend, may be an event/program. As, my watch on him became more intent for I thought maybe he has come to be part of our campaign launch that day, he came to have a look at our books displayed on the table. Becoming surer that he is here for our launch, I asked him out of curiosity and my inbuilt sense of hospitality, “So, where are you from?” 

His eyes went around in all directions except meeting mine and he did reply. “Nowhere; (a pause with his hands going up from mid way of his body) I am from New York!) 

I sat there speechless trying to focus on the duality of the answer. It was a like tossing a coin to find what we land up at or where do we come from. Do I come from nowhere or am I from New York?

The moments which followed were nonetheless hammering, I saw this guy talking to oneself and mapping the corridor. Going in at gaps to the alumni meet of Kings University for which he had actually come. As evident as it was, this young gentlemen neither could associate oneself to the legacy of Delhi we were portraying neither did he find his belongingness to the King’s University.

An hour and more went by and the scene before me was no less the same. I couldn’t help and gave out a chuckle. But, as I talk to you it looks more like something which needs a pity. A young gentleman who does not know where exactly he comes from, what does his roots point out to and what is his cultural and heritage legacy. The toss I believe still continues for him and I hope he lands up with certain conclusions sometime soon in life.

The World belongs to you, but, you belong to one place, that’s where you came from and you should never forget it! Our lives, I believe is about exploring our own identity, our legacy and our destiny by surrendering ourselves to the world we know and do not know. 

The Teller of Lives

Walking with you, is a delight,

A delightful life, full of dreams,

Dreams touching heights of life!

Life full of wants, needs and taunts,

Taunting away every then and now,

You break my heart crystal clear!

We differ in thoughts every now and then,

But, that’s the way it goes on,

Going about our own ways!

We make a living, doing chores,

Searching away for enlightenment,

A path that lights our way!

Life takes its own ways,

Mysterious life, the teller of lives,

Makes its own hive!

The summer of betraying rains!

A part of my heart is tarnished away...

Barren it lays, without any space for grace…

Hidden away from Valentine’s rays…

It tweets me days of May’s...

The summer of betraying rains!

The thirst for glory, and love profound,

The depth of gleaming, and beaming thrust,

He broke life’s ways to own his bay,

The days of May that toiled away...

The summer of betraying rains!

The reach for you, got far away…

As May swayed you, too away…

But, I still stayed where you lay,

Your heart for me, those days…

The summer of betraying rains!