Comment:
‘Girls play with Dolls’
Typical Male Response: “Like duh they do!”
Typical Female Response: “How extremely Sexist!”
Comment:‘Boys Don’t Cry’
Typical Male Response: “But obviously they don’t!”
Atypical Female Response:
Yeah! That’s where I come into the picture (article, if you insist on getting technical).
Has it ever occurred to you that the debate on gender discrimination somehow tends to get limited to the Vagina Monologues? I mean, isn’t it appalling that in a patriarchal society like ours, there are no ‘Men’s cells’? Laughable? Go ahead and ‘Laugh Out Loud’! It’ll buy me time to think.
[TIME OUT!!!]
Rubbish it as another self-fulfilling prophecy; but the fact remains that since inequality against men is such an unheard-of-phenomenon, it indicates towards a set of suppressed or maybe never-raised voices. In my view, this is a serious restriction, if not __________ denial of the Fundamental Right to Speech and Expression for men. You might argue that there is no inequality against men and hence there has been no objection to the same. Aha! There’s the catch, the missing word is ‘indirect’…
Chuck all that! We’ll get back to it later. Right now we have with us a very special celebrity guest. Allow me to introduce to you, Mr. Alpha Male. Tall, Dark and Handsome… Oops! I mean Big, Strong and Burly. Not to mention HUGE ego (fed by society, of course) Mr. Alpha Male is known to all!
Interviewer: “Mr. Alpha Male, Are you comfortable crying in public?” (Uh-Oh!)
Mr. Alpha Male: “I don’t. Cry. Period. Not in private. Not in public. Ek baar pooch liya, ab dobara mat poochhna!”
Ahem! Ahem! So there you go… Mr. Alpha Male doesn’t cry! Crying is, but obviously, a sign of weakness. Mr. Alpha Male isn’t weak (shame on me, to suggest something so preposterous). Mr. Alpha Male symbolises ‘Endurance’. [I wonder, how would Mr. Alpha Male look 8 months pregnant?]
Now, Mr. Alpha Male is very considerate. He realises that he must teach his ‘lesser counter-parts, arre baba Females, ‘Endurance’. Let’s take a sneak peek into Mr. Alpha Male’s daily routine:Mr. Alpha Male works very hard all day long (with all sorts of ‘elements’).
Tedious Work = Tension/Pressure
Tension/Pressure = Frustration
No crying = No outlet for frustrationNo outlet for frustration = Aggression
Aggression = Wife Beating, Rape, Other forms of torture
Wife Beating, Rape, Other forms of torture = ‘Endurance’
[Hence Proved.]
I thank God that I’m a woman.I thank society I’m allowed to cry.Otherwise, God only knows how I would last in society.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
QUALITY CONSCIENCE – BUSINESS PHILOSOPHY
Dad is supposed to present a paper in a conference on QUALITY CONSCIOUSNESS FOR QUALITY PRODUCTION... The flip-side of being a journalism student:
In today’s world of means and ends, they say it’s the intention that matters but it’s the deed that counts. We’ve all become modernistic heroes who in order to achieve a good end result abandon righteousness when it comes to the means. In such a context, re-establishing the classical hero is important i.e. one who would take only the ideal path to reach the ideal goals.
Goal Selection
The above statements stand on the pre-supposition that one’s intention is honest i.e. there are no ‘hidden agendas’ while selecting one’s goal. But such is not the case, for if it were so, philanthropy wouldn’t have existed. Unfortunately today, Philanthropy is a way of the extremely rich to relieve their conscience. Coming back to Goal Selection, one should aim at the greater good of mankind over selfish interests. Or better still; make the greater good of mankind one’s selfish interest. For instance, I go around stating the purpose of my existence as the strife for a Utopian World. Why? There is a lot that needs to change. And why should that bother me? I can’t see the suffering of mankind. Or simply put, I’m happy when I make others happy.
From the above example we come to another important point. Set short-term goals in order to achieve the long-term i.e. first try and change yourself before you set out to change the world. As every individual in the institution becomes accountable towards the institution, the institution’s working also becomes transparent and hence adds the attribution of legitimacy to the overall system.
No doubt you’ve heard all of this jargon time and again. But ask yourselves “What do I want from life?” Surprisingly it’s the most difficult question to answer. Ironical, isn’t it, that we don’t know our purpose of existence.
Goal Execution
Once we’ve chosen our goals, it’s important that we stick to them religiously. The time-table you made yesterday demands from you that you should be studying Economics and not sitting and making another time-table. If we abandon our goals somewhere in the middle they would become lost causes, wasted investments.
This is the stage where the majority of the minority of us that boasts of having a goal loses out. We lack determination, run away from hard work, and are insincere performers. We seek the easier way out, look for short-cuts to success when there are none. We might be excellent at theorizing, but we remain poor practitioners. India’s systemic failure is purely due to lack of implementation and lack of application. Principally we are very strong.
Another very important factor here is failure. Failure is always temporary and success is never permanent. Failure should hence not deter us but act as an immunization. The point is, let’s not just aim towards utopian goals but let’s also make the journey worthwhile. There is so much scope for creativity and novelty of thought yet we continue to imitate, steal from others efforts, plagiarise. Not only does that count as an unethical practice but it also leads to lower levels of satisfaction. I do not imply that we should work in isolation and not learn from our predecessors; only we should acknowledge their achievements and our short-comings before we add or subtract to or from either.
What can we do to increase our levels of satisfaction from our work? If you ask me, it’s all in the mind. We all have a different level of priority towards work against responsibility. A responsibility has to be met, work can wait. No wonder then that work always seems more tedious than responsibility. This is to a certain extent due to our being more accountable towards our responsibilities than towards our work. If we work responsibly or rather consider work as our responsibility, not only would work seem lighter it would also be more satisfying. Let’s pledge to treat work as worship.
Goal Achievement, Goal Maintenance and Goal Improvement
Once we have achieved our goals by fair means we should share its benefits with others. We shouldn’t become greedier, for the more we have, the more difficult it becomes to handle, and the easier it becomes to lose it all. The more we distribute, the longer it sustains. Also value additions are possible only if we make our successes available to the masses.
I hope we all agree that in business, human being is himself no more than a product. Why not then treat this resource objectively and conceptualise a QUALITY CONSCIENCE – a code of conduct which every individual implements on himself and monitors himself with. This in turn will develop an overall sense of ‘Quality Consciousness’. Quality In = Quality Out. Voila! Your Quality Product is ready! Sounds like an advertisement, doesn’t it?
Fantastic as all this may sound, it is as real as you and me; for it is you and me who make it real. The idea of zero-defect might seem unattainable but let’s at least start moving towards zero…
Amen!
In today’s world of means and ends, they say it’s the intention that matters but it’s the deed that counts. We’ve all become modernistic heroes who in order to achieve a good end result abandon righteousness when it comes to the means. In such a context, re-establishing the classical hero is important i.e. one who would take only the ideal path to reach the ideal goals.
Goal Selection
The above statements stand on the pre-supposition that one’s intention is honest i.e. there are no ‘hidden agendas’ while selecting one’s goal. But such is not the case, for if it were so, philanthropy wouldn’t have existed. Unfortunately today, Philanthropy is a way of the extremely rich to relieve their conscience. Coming back to Goal Selection, one should aim at the greater good of mankind over selfish interests. Or better still; make the greater good of mankind one’s selfish interest. For instance, I go around stating the purpose of my existence as the strife for a Utopian World. Why? There is a lot that needs to change. And why should that bother me? I can’t see the suffering of mankind. Or simply put, I’m happy when I make others happy.
From the above example we come to another important point. Set short-term goals in order to achieve the long-term i.e. first try and change yourself before you set out to change the world. As every individual in the institution becomes accountable towards the institution, the institution’s working also becomes transparent and hence adds the attribution of legitimacy to the overall system.
No doubt you’ve heard all of this jargon time and again. But ask yourselves “What do I want from life?” Surprisingly it’s the most difficult question to answer. Ironical, isn’t it, that we don’t know our purpose of existence.
Goal Execution
Once we’ve chosen our goals, it’s important that we stick to them religiously. The time-table you made yesterday demands from you that you should be studying Economics and not sitting and making another time-table. If we abandon our goals somewhere in the middle they would become lost causes, wasted investments.
This is the stage where the majority of the minority of us that boasts of having a goal loses out. We lack determination, run away from hard work, and are insincere performers. We seek the easier way out, look for short-cuts to success when there are none. We might be excellent at theorizing, but we remain poor practitioners. India’s systemic failure is purely due to lack of implementation and lack of application. Principally we are very strong.
Another very important factor here is failure. Failure is always temporary and success is never permanent. Failure should hence not deter us but act as an immunization. The point is, let’s not just aim towards utopian goals but let’s also make the journey worthwhile. There is so much scope for creativity and novelty of thought yet we continue to imitate, steal from others efforts, plagiarise. Not only does that count as an unethical practice but it also leads to lower levels of satisfaction. I do not imply that we should work in isolation and not learn from our predecessors; only we should acknowledge their achievements and our short-comings before we add or subtract to or from either.
What can we do to increase our levels of satisfaction from our work? If you ask me, it’s all in the mind. We all have a different level of priority towards work against responsibility. A responsibility has to be met, work can wait. No wonder then that work always seems more tedious than responsibility. This is to a certain extent due to our being more accountable towards our responsibilities than towards our work. If we work responsibly or rather consider work as our responsibility, not only would work seem lighter it would also be more satisfying. Let’s pledge to treat work as worship.
Goal Achievement, Goal Maintenance and Goal Improvement
Once we have achieved our goals by fair means we should share its benefits with others. We shouldn’t become greedier, for the more we have, the more difficult it becomes to handle, and the easier it becomes to lose it all. The more we distribute, the longer it sustains. Also value additions are possible only if we make our successes available to the masses.
I hope we all agree that in business, human being is himself no more than a product. Why not then treat this resource objectively and conceptualise a QUALITY CONSCIENCE – a code of conduct which every individual implements on himself and monitors himself with. This in turn will develop an overall sense of ‘Quality Consciousness’. Quality In = Quality Out. Voila! Your Quality Product is ready! Sounds like an advertisement, doesn’t it?
Fantastic as all this may sound, it is as real as you and me; for it is you and me who make it real. The idea of zero-defect might seem unattainable but let’s at least start moving towards zero…
Amen!
ARZ KIYA HAI
Kuchh humne bhi jeene ka jaam chakha tha...
Kuchh humein bhi shayari ka shaukh chadha tha...
Do ghoont ishq ke aur nasha utar gaya,
Dhuain ke saath saath maza bhi udh gaya!
Ab hum marne ke liye jeete hain; aur jeene ke liye marte hain...
Zindagi se maut ki dua kiya karte hain
Bachpan mein bade hone ke liye beqarar the...
Budhape mein bachpan ki yaadein jiya karte hain!
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KHUDAHAFIZ
Khamoshi ki goonj mein,
Qayanaat ki dhool mein,
Naam ek aur jud gaya...
Aag ka dhuan reh gaya.
Dard ka bayaan nahiin,
Chot hai nishaan nahiin,
Dawa-e-maut dil ko choo gaya...
Kafiron ko rooh de gaya.
Har qadam ki aahat se,
Sab dilon ki chaahat se,
Har taranh se door ho gaya...
Tu khuda ka noor ho gaya.
*************************************************
GILA
Milke bichhadna hi duniya ka dastoor hai.
Woh waada kiya kyon jo nibhaane se majboor hai?
Zareeya banoon main - teh dili khwahish;
Yeh chiraagh zamaanon se benoor hai...
Kafiriyat humein jaise virasat mein mil gayi,
Jism ki nas nas ke khoon ko mal gayi.
Palkon ka pehra utthayein kaise, Haya?
Har jaganh unhika paakeeza suroor hai...
Sare-aam apna haq qaraar doon,
Tareeqa yeh humein kabhi qabool hi na hua!
Tauba karoon ya sajde karoon main;
Dil mein khayal yeh jo ikhteyaar hua...
Ghalat fehmi ka shikaar yeh beemaar dil,
Na humaara raha, aapka toh kabhi na hua!
Apne hi aansoo pi pi ke zinda hai;
Gunaahe pyaar ka yeh kasoorwaar hua...
*************************************************
NASEEB-E-AKHIRIYAT
Hasrat-e-maut bhi chaukhat tak aake mud gayi;
Zyarat ho aapki yeh dil ne tamanna hi na ki...
Aur aaj jo barzakh bani hai yeh zamin,
Meri mayyat utthayein hain aap kaandhe pe!
Chalo, jaan yeh ghurbat mein barbaad hi sahi;
Pade toh qadam barkat ke ghareeb-khaane mein...
Maana iss din ko dekhne ko main zinda na rahi,
Farsh-e-aza toh bichhi hai mere darwaaze pe!!!
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GLOSSARY
Bayaan:Statement/Record
Kafiron:Non-believers/Aheists/Pagans
Zariya:Medium
Kafiriyat:Atheism
Mal:Dirtied
Pehra:guard
Paakeeza:Puritan
Suroor:Aura
Qaraar:Claim
Tareeqa:Method
Qabool:Accepted
Sajde:Kneel one's head at someone's feet
Ikhtayar:Shaping of an idea (in this context)
Kasoorwar:Guilty
Hasrat-e-maut:Wish for death
Chaukhat:Threshold
Zyarat:Pilgrimage, Witnessing something/someone holy
Barzakh:The place where the dead wait till doomsday (qayamat) to decide their fate in heaven or hell; A Promotion from hell in this context
Mayyat:Plank used to carry a Dead Body
Ghurbat:Poverty
Barbaad:Wasted
Barkat:Prosperity
Ghareeb-khaane:Poor(wo)man's cottage
Farsh-e-aza: The holy white blanket spread on the floor during majlis (mourning) in the month of Moharram to honour the dead prophet and his 72 followers who sacrificed their lives for Islam
Kuchh humein bhi shayari ka shaukh chadha tha...
Do ghoont ishq ke aur nasha utar gaya,
Dhuain ke saath saath maza bhi udh gaya!
Ab hum marne ke liye jeete hain; aur jeene ke liye marte hain...
Zindagi se maut ki dua kiya karte hain
Bachpan mein bade hone ke liye beqarar the...
Budhape mein bachpan ki yaadein jiya karte hain!
***********************************************************
KHUDAHAFIZ
Khamoshi ki goonj mein,
Qayanaat ki dhool mein,
Naam ek aur jud gaya...
Aag ka dhuan reh gaya.
Dard ka bayaan nahiin,
Chot hai nishaan nahiin,
Dawa-e-maut dil ko choo gaya...
Kafiron ko rooh de gaya.
Har qadam ki aahat se,
Sab dilon ki chaahat se,
Har taranh se door ho gaya...
Tu khuda ka noor ho gaya.
*************************************************
GILA
Milke bichhadna hi duniya ka dastoor hai.
Woh waada kiya kyon jo nibhaane se majboor hai?
Zareeya banoon main - teh dili khwahish;
Yeh chiraagh zamaanon se benoor hai...
Kafiriyat humein jaise virasat mein mil gayi,
Jism ki nas nas ke khoon ko mal gayi.
Palkon ka pehra utthayein kaise, Haya?
Har jaganh unhika paakeeza suroor hai...
Sare-aam apna haq qaraar doon,
Tareeqa yeh humein kabhi qabool hi na hua!
Tauba karoon ya sajde karoon main;
Dil mein khayal yeh jo ikhteyaar hua...
Ghalat fehmi ka shikaar yeh beemaar dil,
Na humaara raha, aapka toh kabhi na hua!
Apne hi aansoo pi pi ke zinda hai;
Gunaahe pyaar ka yeh kasoorwaar hua...
*************************************************
NASEEB-E-AKHIRIYAT
Hasrat-e-maut bhi chaukhat tak aake mud gayi;
Zyarat ho aapki yeh dil ne tamanna hi na ki...
Aur aaj jo barzakh bani hai yeh zamin,
Meri mayyat utthayein hain aap kaandhe pe!
Chalo, jaan yeh ghurbat mein barbaad hi sahi;
Pade toh qadam barkat ke ghareeb-khaane mein...
Maana iss din ko dekhne ko main zinda na rahi,
Farsh-e-aza toh bichhi hai mere darwaaze pe!!!
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GLOSSARY
Bayaan:Statement/Record
Kafiron:Non-believers/Aheists/Pagans
Zariya:Medium
Kafiriyat:Atheism
Mal:Dirtied
Pehra:guard
Paakeeza:Puritan
Suroor:Aura
Qaraar:Claim
Tareeqa:Method
Qabool:Accepted
Sajde:Kneel one's head at someone's feet
Ikhtayar:Shaping of an idea (in this context)
Kasoorwar:Guilty
Hasrat-e-maut:Wish for death
Chaukhat:Threshold
Zyarat:Pilgrimage, Witnessing something/someone holy
Barzakh:The place where the dead wait till doomsday (qayamat) to decide their fate in heaven or hell; A Promotion from hell in this context
Mayyat:Plank used to carry a Dead Body
Ghurbat:Poverty
Barbaad:Wasted
Barkat:Prosperity
Ghareeb-khaane:Poor(wo)man's cottage
Farsh-e-aza: The holy white blanket spread on the floor during majlis (mourning) in the month of Moharram to honour the dead prophet and his 72 followers who sacrificed their lives for Islam
POTTERY AND POETRY
Clay Pots
We've walked miles together,
And come a long way.
Always there, next to each other;
I wish I could stay!
There have been up and downs,
Different joys and pains;
Seasons in the sun,
And moments in the rain.
Time never mattered,
But now we're counting days!
Recalling all memories,
Moulding out of clay.
***
Forgotten Favours
For you I lied,
A million lies;
For you I cried,
To sore my eyes.
For you I fought,
With all the world;
Though I was left,
A broken girl.
For you I walked,
And scabbed my feet;
Always smiled;
When faced defeat.
I shed my blood,
So you could live;
Surrendered all,
That I could give.
But now at times,
I tend to think;
When you slept;
Not once I blinked.
So why tonight,
Cannot I sleep?
When you aren’t there;
Why do I weep?
My tears were yours,
Not a smile I owned!
So do I cry,
‘Coz you are gone?
You didn’t realize,
What it cost!
And that is why,
Darling; I lost.
I failed to make,
You aware,
That every moment,
I was there!
So it is I,
Who is to blame!
That for you today,
I have no name!
Maybe to you,
It is all the same.
Yes sweetie..
Nothing has changed…
***
Buried
Wounds fresh,
Eyes wet,
Silently, I make my way,
Through the night;
Walking slowly,
Broken sobs; keeping pace.
Blood smears;
Chapped lips;
As I dirge, at your grave.
Dressed in white,
Digging deep,
Next to you, I lie in bed.
***
Drowned
A cloudless clear sky
Canopies a misty night
Tear-like, pear shaped dew
Freezes on blades of grass
I feel like breaking down
Crying out my heart
A moonlit valley tumbles
Down the slope of sleep
And in the depth of solitude
I wander out alone
The meadows quietly echo
Whispering my painful song
The cold and clear lake
Reflects my pensive mood
I savor my moments of joy
Companions in grief
Kissing and immersing my body
Enfin m’amour je trouve…
***
Atheism
Solemn in the hollows of silence,
Discriminated by joys of happiness,
My heart is an isolated island,
Calm before the storm…
Pain is symbiotic with air,
Need breathe to survive!
Comforted solely by despair,
I wasn’t made for this world!
Numbness rips my feelings,
Spirituality leads to hell!
Pessimism is most appealing,
As God doesn’t exist…
***
Devour
Teary eyed,
Parched throat,
You’re not in sight,
I have to go!
One glimpse,
Will last one life,
Be my savior,
Don’t leave me alone!
Turn back,
Don’t walk away,
Ruining me,
In just one blow!
Have mercy,
O savage beast,
You’re bloodthirsty,
I await devour!
***
Infatuation
Expressions left unemoted,
Pain kept hidden,
Feelings are incomplete
And dreams are forbidden.
Originality is lost,
Life is a burden,
Tears are brushed away,
Happiness uncertain.
Nights are sleepless,
Days are hazy,
It’s the end of the world,
And I’m going crazy.
Realism doesn’t exist,
Fake is in fashion,
Trust is meaningless,
Suicide is passion!
***
By My Side
When with you;
Dreams come true.
You give me strength
To start anew.
Never leave my side,
Together we abide,
You and me,
We’ll take the world in our stride.
***
Sacrosanct
What I cannot express,
Is beauty at its best.
What I cannot unwind,
Are words simply divine.
What I cannot feel,
Is pain embedded deep.
What I cannot deny,
Is that I envy solemn pride.
What I do not realize,
Is that I’m grateful to those eyes,
Who see someone in me;
Unknown to humanity.
I have no words to say,
To show gratitude to that day,
When a child like you was born,
Who lives to be adorned.
***
The quiet settles in.
The painted sky of dusk;
Dissolves in shades of sin.
The birds mourn the death of day;
The momentary end.
Dressed in white, Head bowed;
The moon does descend.
Illuminating the earth,
It gives its condolence.
Providing us with hope of light,
And bestowing its presence.
While gradually the night grows;
Darker and dense...
Engulfing the entire world;
With sleep at its defense.
***
Washed down
Standing with my eyes closed;
Tilted head, soaking rain.
The wind blows against my face,
Sweeping locks of hair away.
I feel your presence in the air;
As tears mingle with rainwater.
Through my body surges pain;
Wasted efforts to keep you farther.
Somehow it gives me satisfaction;
To watch blood trickle down my wounds,
Washed down by raindrops slowly.
I gaze at the partly clouded moon;
It gives me peace, a silent promise,
Calms me down with a broken smile.
It's nice to know that someone's there,
Shining at me from the night sky.
***
Feminism
While standing apart from the crowd
I sense an uncertain pride in being different
Continuously swimming against the tide
Aware its lonely at the other end
Who says the grass is greener there?
(I ask you what’s green, by the way?)
The direction I'm heading; the destination in mind,
It's painted only in shades of gray
The world runs after happiness
("Elusive" they say, isn't it?)
I know its strange but I believe in maintaining distance - Keeping away
The only red I ever knew
Is the crimson of bloodshed and mutilation
The hue symbolizing love always had pain as an accompaniment
Away from the tears, away from the hurt
(So what if it means away from 'love'?)
It seems I've found happiness at last
A 'slight' deviation from the original meaning of the word.
***
Riot
Blending with the rhythm
Of skipped heartbeats
Comes the muffled sound
Of slacken defeat
Blemishing the azure
The colour of the sky
Crimson- coloured blood
Ear-piercing cry
Another conflagration
Engulfs a handful hearths
And another widow
To an orphan gives birth
***
Defeat
A dream that never left my eyes
A tomorrow so real that could be felt
Now drifts away like the sand of time
Slipping out of clenched wrists.
The more that I run after it
And harder I try to hold on
The more it flies away from me
The more is lost, the more is gone.
Time has come on a standstill
Stopped in its track, each minute; an hour
Blood has thickened; doesn’t flow
And frozen tears taste sour.
The soul cries, the heart bleeds
Body and mind are numb with pain
Head bowed; I’m down on my knees
God bless me death I pray…
***
Immortal
Beauty can scarce the remain unnoticed
Love might be blind but can never die
Life can end but memories remain
Like the ashes of dead flames fly
Wounds can never be healed completely
Pain remains though tears will dry
Convincing yet fake smile
Complete the agony of subtle lies
I can never forget your touch
The electric impulse down my spine
Our love story forever immortal
Embossed in silver in the history of time.
***
Images of Paradise
For hours altogether,
I feast my eyes upon,
Deformed postures;
Your body pertains.
As you grope for light,
In the depths of unconsciousness,
I sit back and observe,
The gradually relaxing perturbation;
Causing your brow to knit.
Little beads of perspiration,
Slowly dissipate.
As you lose touch,
With the virtual world.
Leaving yourface,
Calm and serene,
You meditate,
Into deep sleep.
Ecstatic with the simple joy,
Of unbroken, unshattered,
Images of paradise.
***
We've walked miles together,
And come a long way.
Always there, next to each other;
I wish I could stay!
There have been up and downs,
Different joys and pains;
Seasons in the sun,
And moments in the rain.
Time never mattered,
But now we're counting days!
Recalling all memories,
Moulding out of clay.
***
Forgotten Favours
For you I lied,
A million lies;
For you I cried,
To sore my eyes.
For you I fought,
With all the world;
Though I was left,
A broken girl.
For you I walked,
And scabbed my feet;
Always smiled;
When faced defeat.
I shed my blood,
So you could live;
Surrendered all,
That I could give.
But now at times,
I tend to think;
When you slept;
Not once I blinked.
So why tonight,
Cannot I sleep?
When you aren’t there;
Why do I weep?
My tears were yours,
Not a smile I owned!
So do I cry,
‘Coz you are gone?
You didn’t realize,
What it cost!
And that is why,
Darling; I lost.
I failed to make,
You aware,
That every moment,
I was there!
So it is I,
Who is to blame!
That for you today,
I have no name!
Maybe to you,
It is all the same.
Yes sweetie..
Nothing has changed…
***
Buried
Wounds fresh,
Eyes wet,
Silently, I make my way,
Through the night;
Walking slowly,
Broken sobs; keeping pace.
Blood smears;
Chapped lips;
As I dirge, at your grave.
Dressed in white,
Digging deep,
Next to you, I lie in bed.
***
Drowned
A cloudless clear sky
Canopies a misty night
Tear-like, pear shaped dew
Freezes on blades of grass
I feel like breaking down
Crying out my heart
A moonlit valley tumbles
Down the slope of sleep
And in the depth of solitude
I wander out alone
The meadows quietly echo
Whispering my painful song
The cold and clear lake
Reflects my pensive mood
I savor my moments of joy
Companions in grief
Kissing and immersing my body
Enfin m’amour je trouve…
***
Atheism
Solemn in the hollows of silence,
Discriminated by joys of happiness,
My heart is an isolated island,
Calm before the storm…
Pain is symbiotic with air,
Need breathe to survive!
Comforted solely by despair,
I wasn’t made for this world!
Numbness rips my feelings,
Spirituality leads to hell!
Pessimism is most appealing,
As God doesn’t exist…
***
Devour
Teary eyed,
Parched throat,
You’re not in sight,
I have to go!
One glimpse,
Will last one life,
Be my savior,
Don’t leave me alone!
Turn back,
Don’t walk away,
Ruining me,
In just one blow!
Have mercy,
O savage beast,
You’re bloodthirsty,
I await devour!
***
Infatuation
Expressions left unemoted,
Pain kept hidden,
Feelings are incomplete
And dreams are forbidden.
Originality is lost,
Life is a burden,
Tears are brushed away,
Happiness uncertain.
Nights are sleepless,
Days are hazy,
It’s the end of the world,
And I’m going crazy.
Realism doesn’t exist,
Fake is in fashion,
Trust is meaningless,
Suicide is passion!
***
By My Side
When with you;
Dreams come true.
You give me strength
To start anew.
Never leave my side,
Together we abide,
You and me,
We’ll take the world in our stride.
***
Sacrosanct
What I cannot express,
Is beauty at its best.
What I cannot unwind,
Are words simply divine.
What I cannot feel,
Is pain embedded deep.
What I cannot deny,
Is that I envy solemn pride.
What I do not realize,
Is that I’m grateful to those eyes,
Who see someone in me;
Unknown to humanity.
I have no words to say,
To show gratitude to that day,
When a child like you was born,
Who lives to be adorned.
***
Condolence
The sun drowns in the sea.The quiet settles in.
The painted sky of dusk;
Dissolves in shades of sin.
The birds mourn the death of day;
The momentary end.
Dressed in white, Head bowed;
The moon does descend.
Illuminating the earth,
It gives its condolence.
Providing us with hope of light,
And bestowing its presence.
While gradually the night grows;
Darker and dense...
Engulfing the entire world;
With sleep at its defense.
***
Washed down
Standing with my eyes closed;
Tilted head, soaking rain.
The wind blows against my face,
Sweeping locks of hair away.
I feel your presence in the air;
As tears mingle with rainwater.
Through my body surges pain;
Wasted efforts to keep you farther.
Somehow it gives me satisfaction;
To watch blood trickle down my wounds,
Washed down by raindrops slowly.
I gaze at the partly clouded moon;
It gives me peace, a silent promise,
Calms me down with a broken smile.
It's nice to know that someone's there,
Shining at me from the night sky.
***
Feminism
While standing apart from the crowd
I sense an uncertain pride in being different
Continuously swimming against the tide
Aware its lonely at the other end
Who says the grass is greener there?
(I ask you what’s green, by the way?)
The direction I'm heading; the destination in mind,
It's painted only in shades of gray
The world runs after happiness
("Elusive" they say, isn't it?)
I know its strange but I believe in maintaining distance - Keeping away
The only red I ever knew
Is the crimson of bloodshed and mutilation
The hue symbolizing love always had pain as an accompaniment
Away from the tears, away from the hurt
(So what if it means away from 'love'?)
It seems I've found happiness at last
A 'slight' deviation from the original meaning of the word.
***
Riot
Blending with the rhythm
Of skipped heartbeats
Comes the muffled sound
Of slacken defeat
Blemishing the azure
The colour of the sky
Crimson- coloured blood
Ear-piercing cry
Another conflagration
Engulfs a handful hearths
And another widow
To an orphan gives birth
***
Defeat
A dream that never left my eyes
A tomorrow so real that could be felt
Now drifts away like the sand of time
Slipping out of clenched wrists.
The more that I run after it
And harder I try to hold on
The more it flies away from me
The more is lost, the more is gone.
Time has come on a standstill
Stopped in its track, each minute; an hour
Blood has thickened; doesn’t flow
And frozen tears taste sour.
The soul cries, the heart bleeds
Body and mind are numb with pain
Head bowed; I’m down on my knees
God bless me death I pray…
***
Immortal
Beauty can scarce the remain unnoticed
Love might be blind but can never die
Life can end but memories remain
Like the ashes of dead flames fly
Wounds can never be healed completely
Pain remains though tears will dry
Convincing yet fake smile
Complete the agony of subtle lies
I can never forget your touch
The electric impulse down my spine
Our love story forever immortal
Embossed in silver in the history of time.
***
Images of Paradise
For hours altogether,
I feast my eyes upon,
Deformed postures;
Your body pertains.
As you grope for light,
In the depths of unconsciousness,
I sit back and observe,
The gradually relaxing perturbation;
Causing your brow to knit.
Little beads of perspiration,
Slowly dissipate.
As you lose touch,
With the virtual world.
Leaving yourface,
Calm and serene,
You meditate,
Into deep sleep.
Ecstatic with the simple joy,
Of unbroken, unshattered,
Images of paradise.
***
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