Sunday, 22 April 2012

Srk's movie.."SWADESH" catharsis many emotions....flooded many minds...but d ques arises in my mind is...'for how long' ??how long a movie...or a speech..or a article..  inspires...our extreme emotions...or 4 hw long...we felt dat 'josh' in our krantikari nerves....????
m inditing ds thngs...bcz... m flng quite portent...2day...n ofcourse il describe u .. how...sooooooo...... i ws hvng my brunch... eating..my usual stuff...a bread..vd a garama garam cup of tea...my newspaper accompanying me .. (sometimes u can consider your newspaper as a butter.. if ..ur on diet...) n suddenly i cm across a news in chandigarh bhaskar..( as...i strt hating times n tribune nw..after my repudiation ;p )  dat 2 ordinary men Mr.DHYAN SINGH n  JOGINDER SINGH... ( nw they r d real heroes of their swadesh) 4m JAMMU ( KISHTWAD )  ... got inspired by srk's heroic act in swadesh...n dey actualy implemented dat strategy of generating electricity 4m hydro power in Kishtwad District...I mn mahn...!!! they seriouslly proved this thing...dat d real leader has no need 2 lead...he is content 2 point d way.....i think its ol about...those little drops of water..makes d ocean...or d little grains of sand dat makes d land......
I  mentioned portent because..nw am flng a new jordan inside me...u guys remember janardan jhakad of rockstar vahi wala.... ;) :P...being a electrical engineer ( or i shld mention a berojgar engineer )  wht m doing...m writing a blog..dreaming high...(vdout giving in..)or simply seating in frnt of another idiot box..considering myself a intelligent human being or actually... making myself a fool by draining my knowledge my skills..in d flow of air...n emotions...or compititions....
 i hv cm a long way....
to a distant place far far away..........4m where i used to live n 4m what i used to do...
life is a rosy dream...
happiness n joy aplenty.... everything dat i wnted....
everything is as i had hoped for.... everything is as i had longed for......
everything is except 4 d turmoil....
dat plagues me inside every day....
I sleep... i smile... i laugh, i play, i eat n i live
in a constant state of fear.... a fear that i did not ask for....
n one dat i did not longed for....
killing me 4m inside.... silently screaming 4 it 2 stop....
i am devoured by my own inner self...... day in and day out....
haunting n taunting me.....
time and time again..... they run helter and skelter
in d deep recess of my mind......
it’s just a state of mind......
i tell myself
hoping to erase these thoughts....
of fear dat hinges on the edge of my happiness.....
trapped inside my own mind..... eclipsed by my fear.....
tears weep without a choice
hoping to vanquish ds struggle within...

bas to dosto.... m ready in my new jordan avatar...it doesnt mean dat il strt shouting sadda hak ithe rakh... lalellla or i l strt  wearing dat long jackets but il try to inherit dat passion...dat josh...( but nt dat dard...)
i dn knw who said ds but yes..ds is a proverb...dat...don worry if u have built ur castles in d air...dey r where dey shld b... nw its a time 2 put d foundations under them.... its upto us dat weather v wanted 2 stand up n b counted ...or stand down....n b counted down....

Monday, 2 April 2012

REsUrreCtioN

Left 2 myself....
I muse on my fate...
A fate sealed with sighs n shots with tears....
D star lit heaven smiles...
Above d steep hill....
Down flows a murmuring streams...
D lazy dale sleeps peacefully nigh...
My morn was promising...
My ambitions well nigh touched d open sky...
Madly I longed 2 b a poet...scholar....and a rebel...
All combined in one....

I yearned for a happy life...
A tender husband...financial stability...
n happy faces of my belovds....
On a broader canvas I pictured my death...
A glorious death-
People weeping beside my cold corpse...
heaps of flowers and bouquets...
and....incense burning.....

But lo: This life is a parody of my expectancy....
Mine is a life of woes....pelf n fame..for which I longed...
are still...alien to me...

Have  I been able to leave a classic behind??
Or a poet of far-flung fame??
The well reaped harvest of mighty thesis...
I know that dear..heaven will not thrust immortality
Upon this poor girl....

It is a prize for nobel soul...
And what act of nobility
have I done???

I feel my hopes are veiled tears...
My dreams r cheats...
When I dip far into d future...
I see my dusty portrait...with no garland around...
Laughing at its original...
A sense of despair melts my grit...
And shake my being to its roots...

This dreary existance is but...a pestilence to my soul...
now d darkness becomes lighter...
The flood of moon beam..weaves...
A magic around me...
A morbid..desire for death...
Dearly...seizes my soul...
A down ward jump 4m here....
Will bring an easeful death...
A tired fugitive from life's battles...
Will cease to live....

Suddenly a rumbling voice from a far comes a float...
Belted by a new hope....
And an all conquering spirit...
A Heroic fortitude pervades my coward mind
And I  awake...to fight.....
To fight d odds of life anew....