I exist in the crimson lane,
Says perspiring windows in November rain,
The cosmos surrounds in a nihilistic delusion,
The mistress of doubt and romantic invasion,
Love, a manichee, tells me let it unfold,
The soul lost the reason when it got sold,
I persist to live in the crimson lane,
To taste the trickles of November rain…
p.s.: Image is taken from IIM Shillong’s Boys hostel . yup its all pink and purple here!!
Camera : HTC touch pro F2.8 3.2 megapixel
Kuch pal do pal mein rakhte hai… sath woh tasweerein..
Kuch hawa se bhi ham sunte hai… in boondon ki taqdeerein..
Raahe na jaane kab khoi.. Dhoondhe ham kahi woh nazaarein..
Hai sehra ka ilm bhi nahi…palko se chup ke karein.. jo ishaarein..
So there are whispers..again across the silver lines
The syndication of twilight sky with the shiney eyes
Closer to thee, numb prayers crossing sighs
I see the closure.. I see the signs
Thame nahi hai ab tak… Zara zara khalish ke taarein
Thame nahi kab tak… Hatho se …Lau mein jalti raatein
Kab tak…Kab tak nahi…Sambhal kar…ek chota asmaan sahi
Mitti mein hi kabhi… halke se chalak jaaye.. Jo ishaarein
So there is a numbness..along the mystic line
The tapered calls of the yesterday vies
The grass is not yet yellow says the colour of old wine
I see those gestures…I see the signs
Madham ek rukh hai..anjaan na rahein
Manzil mein gum ek umeed shaamil karein
Ek nishaan… sirhaane ke paas
Khwaab mein dafatan aksar karein jo ishaarein
So there is hope.. Smelt in the captivity of kite
When you lose yourself, to find again in the scree of might
The rush of wind.. The drop on meadows where earth and heaven align
I see that call…I see the signs
Hosh bekhabar hai ham se , kab se
Arziyo se kehte hai , tanha si raatein
Phir wahi..phir kahi..milte ab nahi
Thehra reh gaya..saahil kahi, pooche ye ab sitaarein
Ek safar ka anjaam yahi..mauje mud kar kare jo ishaarein..
Vo Ishaarein…
P.S: The English verses are NOT the translation of hindi verses. They are interludes
The Picture is orginally taken by me while travelling from Guwahati to Shillong. I have converted it to fullsize wallpaper which you can download it by clicking here and then right click and save as..
Well perhaps a random post from my side after a long time
Sometimes your heartbeats become louder than your thoughts. Sometimes every single cell of your body is shaken with the mere belief you had. Every reason of this world tries to defy the basis on which you are trying to give your best to survive.
Its so difficult to comprehend when a tree wants to live yet it is not able to find soil, Its painful to see if a fish wants to swim , It wants to carry out the purpose but devoid of water. Its the support system. Often people see without me you still have the purpose, but may be they fail to understand that without the support system the objective becomes meaningless.
Sometimes you shout you want to exist, you try hard, you try to do everything thats possible but the unknown force of the so called world makes it somehow or the other unimaginable , make it sure.. sure that you wont find any
People say if you lose something you will find it again. But what they fail to understand is they don’t know each time the person is getting devoid of that emotion. In the end whats left is zombie
Sometimes your greatest weapon to fight a setback also leaves you bewildered. May be we can attribute it to capacity. like there is a capacity to cry then your eyes give up.. then how do you fight it. The premise of support is gone on basis of what you feel you own the world.. the premise of helping to fight that loss is gone on basis of what you felt you can move on.. whats left is a sense of helplessness.. nothingness
May..ya may be because may be gives you feeling that you can be sure very soon.. May be your luck is jinxed.. may be you are not meant to be happy..this may be is called learning with time
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p.s. This is a soliloquy..and the author is asking himself why you write. ‘may be’ this writing is the genesis of all troubles.. ‘may be’ he should try giving up this last thing to ..may be
Tiddly Piddly Pater lost in the time
Tiddly Piddly Pater with no nickel or dime
Where are thou lovey friends
Where are thou people on whom you depend
Tiddly Piddly Pater with misty eyes
Tiddly Piddly Pater wonder why no one said good bye
Confused is the way, confused thou mind
No sense of direction, the night is so blind
Tiddly Piddly Pater understand everything but knows nothing at all
Tiddly Piddly Pater plays with herself she is her doll
A mouthful of sky is not enough
A dream to see tonight which fills her trough
Tiddly Piddly Pater has a hope of Light
Tiddly Piddly Pater Kisses the moon to say..Good Night
Ain’t be alone..whispering to thee.. in soul yonder
The mist be all gone one day..Her faith I believe..I wonder
Define loneliness, he asked himself
“Loneliness : when you scroll the phonebook of your cellphone only to find that you got no one to talk to”
As the moments turn into hours, hours into day, days into year and years into perhaps life, one cannot reconcile with the fact that he is alone. Its like stary sky where moon seems to be crowded with stars but infact he is alone.
Things are going strange lately, even language seems to have left me. I am not even able to get over with my writer’s block.
Many silent long walk in the nights are also not helping a bit. Its so strange that with each passing year, as you age more, it feels like I am disintegrating. Living life in abeyance has started to show signs of permanency.
(Follow up Trickles )
Flashed with pinch of smile
Giggles swathing my way
Buried in sense of you with me
Brachiating between the lips as we say
Tickling breaths making a sign
let it float..let it wander..O’ Lil’ Miss Moonshine 
