Breaking away from you

Here we break or make up for take,
there you go again  for the stake.
Muffled up I stand, with friends and folks,
Telling me to break-away for my own sake.


Lingering on with dew that wakes,
trembling my lips do shake.
Taking you away with sighs, I break,
the gates of hate I built thou late.


I pull down the drapes for a crying bait,
what comes to mind is the lovely bays.
Dreaming together were days of shiny hay,
we rolled and strolled our ways those days.


Here I scale my thought of fake,
gone are you with your fate.
I do.
Yes, I make my days grate away with you, unbinding mate.















  

The Rise of the DINKs

Indian pockets are getting heavier as the potential job markets grow favorably. We stand poised as one of the most sought out economies in the world and with a tempting currency value too! The tier 2 cities and towns are increasingly opted by young couples who find it more easier to plan their finances there. Our NRI brothers and sisters are slowly planning their big return to homeland. There seems to be a lot of excitement, anticipation and anxiousness around with India shining and gleaming like the star of wonder!


This lucarative phase of our country has also brought in a new cult or social sect called the DINKs! We have heard about them in the first world countries, but there potential in India has been steadily increasing. DINKs stand for Double income No kids. There is an extension to it as well which is DINKER. An addition of early retirement which makes you relax, sit back and flash it on the bygone era. The synergy of two incomes scoops up life certainly and with it an extension of no kids zone makes the DINK a DINK!


Angelina Jolie says "Everything in life is to do with Parenthood!" I say "Water"!!! Perceptions differ and DINKs have their own way too!


I have met lots of young professionals who liked what they were earning and were satisfied
with their single status. Their individual corporate income made them do some very interesting
stuff. The word of responsibility or commitment made them terrifyingly yawn. However, 
recently I have heard of so many DINK couples and thats what made me think, read and now 
write about them. 


DINKs are extravagantly inclined to the lavishness of the world and they come up with these unlimited wants which never seem to limit itself. The urge to own the sophistication makes them catch up with their lifestyle. Well, as it always happens we all talk about the pluses and minuses here too. Make aims, fulfil them. Dream holiday destinations, unravel them. Chase a Beetle, Buzz up. Create a studio, build it. A DINKy, I suppose believes that fantasies come true, but so do people like me. The difference, DINKs I suppose rigorously work towards it. Moreover, they make pacts with themselves on a childfree life. I wanted nothing but, to have one. However, as I mentioned earlier, perceptions differ and so do wants and needs. 


This new cult in the Indian society is surely here to raise some voices and shutter some eye lids. But, its here to stay and make its way across our society where a woman is labeled complete when she bears a child. On a personal level, I just feel "India is a democratic country. All Indians are my brothers and sisters." Well, so should we hope for some fall in population 
level? Will, we have some courageous adoptions by some satisfied DINKs in future? Will 
the female infancy ratio fall and fall? Will my son get a good bride? These are questions which
we will have answers someday like any other grilling development question. Meanwhile, The 
rise of the DINKs is inevitable. 

TRY

Pricking are days hereby, 
glances of hatred weigh high,
Ticking away the clock sways, O my!


Reasoning on days I do cry,
It is sighs which ties,
Me to the burning lies!


Time just flies,
joy just dies,
buckling me to a ongoing try!

The other side of truth

A coin tossed in the air
makes way for a way
a way for truth, a way for life!


The sides speak, the sides peek
As it rises, falls and slides
A moment of life, a moment of right!


A wish clear, a wish tear
gives the perfect story
the win of a bitch, takes the sin of a cliche!


The dawn of a start and dusk of a light
continues the saga of twilight 
the bling blinks and wing winks!


The coin lands with uncertain pranks
there is truth without a bruise
But, where is the other side of truth?

The undying sky, the blue of drops & green of wise

Wandering away lame, with clueless fame,

is a burning heart which never tames,

times of bordering games!

Lacking life of timeless chains,

going about a undeserving bane,

is a heart of true aims!

Unbinding ties & unwanted vain,

makes a world of cherished lies,

where people make their buys!

I didn't know this rule of hype,

which makes life rock,

for the hauling hogs!

I still see the undying sky,

the blue of drops,

the green of wise,

it makes me go on to rise,

a toast for the lovely sight!!!


An ode to our unselfish Nature which keeps us going and helps us discover the real meaning of life!!

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!

SCARS

Cannot find a drop of solace,
the world seems shrinked in everyway,
the quest, it seems taking me no-where!


Deserts of loneliness engulfs me,
I cannot breathe as it leaves,
scars left by words of venom!


The heart longs for moments untouched, 
the only gifts that life brushed,
the ones that stroke me every now and then!


I long for the sea but I have to sink,
Life seems sinking, but it is not like winking,
for me to reach the bottom of my mind!


I hide the scars to put up a smile,
to face the world that throws up times,
times of tryst that exists no more!


In an attempt to find solace,
I trod in the shades of the past,
the days of light and nights of bright!


Life was too giving then, when,
the scorched faces loved the sun,
the twinkling eyes wore the shine!