Merci

I have realized that no matter what your dreams are and how you achieve them it is important to have the right kind of people around you. People who love you and whom you love back.

Blood flows through the veins With an unmatched rhythm. Just like the traveller who knows not where he goes. With a deep sense of madness, he kills the time that flows.  His trail is chaotic. So is his head.  His life pumps in and out, in an indecisive stead. Thoughts flow through the brain, With an unmatched rhythm. Just like the brown earth, with thousands thumping on its crown. The lyre of existence plays.The sound of music never drowns. Golden eyes peep from above. They sleep, an illusion they dream. Illusions are realities though. A silence is a din, a whisper - a scream.  Love flows through the heart, With an unmatched rhythm. It flows like- Oh, wait. It has no rule. It is the beginning of anarchy. It is the enlightening of the fool. I could do with some sense. Conquer the world while I get. Yet I sit by the window and wait for you instead.

I love Gtalk. I still haven't upgraded it to Hangouts on my PC (can't do much on Android phones though). Recently, one of my dearest friends updated her Gtalk status. It was a few lines from Harivansh Rai Bachchan's poem. I fell in love with them. And was also reminded that I haven't written one in a long time. Anyway, I just wanted to share it on this post. They are lovely. I can share the English version with you, but that's injustice to art. Watch out for the first paragraph (and the others as well ;-) ) जो बीत गई सो बात गई  जीवन में एक सितारा था माना वह बेहद प्यारा था वह डूब गया तो डूब गया अंबर के आंगन को देखो कितने इसके तारे टूटे कितने इसके प्यारे छूटे जो छूट गए फ़िर कहाँ मिले पर बोलो टूटे तारों पर कब अंबर शोक मनाता है जो बीत गई सो बात गई जीवन में वह था एक कुसुम थे उस पर नित्य निछावर तुम वह सूख गया तो सूख गया मधुबन की छाती को देखो सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ मुरझाईं कितनी वल्लरियाँ जो मुरझाईं फ़िर कहाँ खिलीं ...

"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . ." ******************* Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the ...

An Autumn day has its serenity intact. The leaves, crisp and light, fall on the earth. I see a fence - long and sturdy. I wonder, what does it guard? For there is grass on both sides… Does it signify the two sides of a coin?              Or does it act like a barrier?                         Yet, I believe, it beckons us upon it, And asks us to look beyond… And now, I see a bench – empty for quite some time. Many use it now and then. But who is it really waiting for? Does it have a place for me? Yes, it does. But does it want me? I don’t know! However, I make myself comfortable on it. Pleasant music sails in the air. Footsteps are heard. A figure appears across the sky - growing larger. My face lights up as soon as I recognize it. My friend takes a place beside me. A burst of laughter follows… The picture is now complete! -Ayesha ...