Unsaid tale

There are so many words unsaid,
Yet thousand times they must have been said,
In our hearts they ache a lot,
For not bringing them to our mouth.

There are so many words that were said,
That a billion times we regretted were said,
And our heart so aches to erase,
These memories from the hearts, all the same.

Occasions were rare, yet opportunities missed,
Wonder we will, why so hard was it,
To put in simple words those feelings of love,
To tell them aloud, to the winds, to the clouds.

Those memories were such,
That unforgettable will they be with time,
We will cherish them,
No matter the doings of the tide.

Obscurely we will keep them,
To the end of the days,
Meet if we again,
the eyes will tell the tale.

For words won't conjure up enough faith,
To retell the tales of the past, all the same,
But twinkling eyes and throbbing hearts will throw such light,
that no tale will be left  unsaid, unseen, unsensed !

The Battle

Mind just wants to let it go,
But this heart wants to linger on.
In this battle between the two,
Let the judgement soon be done.
To Him I call to help me find a way,
To drag me out of this moory place.
To give me solace, to give me strength,
To do the right and walk his guided way.
Stuck I am, I don't know how to get out,
Calling on and on but still no reply has come.
Saying many things in my heart,
Can't make it be heard to him.
Standing there, eyes straying, trying to catch,
Yet turning away not able to match.
What an irony life has brought,
Where neither mind nor heart are ready to budge.
But I know I will walk along His guided way,
For He will hold on to me whatever is the day.
That is my only refuge in this solitude.
Your grace do maintain, howsoever I will go astray,
For come to your path, I will some day,
For that is my only ultimate destined way.

The Life's Show

The Life ‘s Show

                                                                                               

Life is like a lone dream, in the winter cold,

When the storm is coming, it won’t let it go.

It wishes for the shelter in the hard hailstone

In the soft spring breeze it won’t let it undertone.

When it saw it growing, it wished for a bud,

In the clear sky it yearned for a stroke of mud.

In the ticking dew drops, in the vapours of the sky,

It longed for the clouds to cradle them as they passed by.

Time saw it starting, time will see it end

For everyone else, it’s too wavy round the bend.

Giving it a swish it gave the clay a mould

What was made out of it was nothing less than gold.

Its poise was too still for Silence was its mate,

That when the Dawn spread, it was seen on golden grave

That breeze brought a gentle flicker on its petals pale pink

That stir broke the Silence’s reign with deep sharp ping.

To that dew-smitten blossom it hummed a melodious tune

Melting in the ears like snowflake on a hot sand dune

 Those whispers were so musical inducing high dreams

That they touched it so deeply that it fell in deep sleep.

It hummed through the night to bid it adieu,

In the morning light though, it was but a déjà vu.

For the open eyelids, it’s just a glance at you

For the shut lids though, it’s a tiny touch or two.

It was but that small pat that had changed the world for me,

It was but that avowed smile that bought many million moons for me.

They say-For the hearts, it was a small joke though,

I say-For me it was my whole life‘s show.....

                                                                                                                                                                               

                                               

                                        

Hail Heaven

HAIL HEAVEN

Open up your windows,peep out into the lawn,

The banner unfurls,here comes the dawn.

The gates have opened ,invitations sent out,

Jump out of bed ,lets go out.

The reins have passed on ,no kingdom of gloom,

The smiles have spread, let the hearts all bloom.

The victorious light has spread its wings,

Clear your throats , lets all sing.

The river of happiness in no more dry,

Scintillating hope is bubbling by,

The puddle of tears is on the brink,

Sweat nectar is flowing,lets all drink.

The channel of hope is on the way,

The former world has passed away,

The shackles have shattered no heart knows how,

The true kings have descended, lets all bow.....

To Blissful happiness

To Blissful Happiness

I woke up early morning, in a castle far away,

Glistening through its window, were shimmering suspensions in the air.

I closed up to the window and peeped out through them,

I curled up my palm to wrap them,

It was like a golden mist that was scattered through the land

And the touch was so blissful, it was but a wonderland.

Deep down on the land the blossoms were in bloom

Their freshness was so wondrous that they won't ever droop.

Cutting through the clusters was a path so soft and smooth,

That the eyes could also feel it and no words could tell them true.

Something lit a flame within me and I knew it was the happiness in the breeze.

I ran down the stairs that led to the path,
But before I could step out, I saw a veil deep black!

Its hollowness pained me like tongue on chilled ice,

Its bitterness was so mocking, on my longing to step outside.

No matter what I did, how harshly I did tug, it seemed so strongly stuck.

Straining past my cloudy eyes, I saw a bird soaring up,

To meet someone, I thought, who must have  just showed up.

Inquisitively, I leaned forward to press my eyes to the veil,

To see who was the One who had just crossed that way?

But lo and behold! It was the little bird, now circling around a light,

That was so ecstatic, pure, serene and bright!

I jerked the veil to let me out, but it stood there in staunch delight.

Lost I closed my eyes and saw the veil, hanging and fluttering within me somewhere!

I shot back my eyelids, my pupil wide awake, for I knew that the veil was stuck in there!

I battered down my eyelids, to remove it from my sight, to slide it away.

Hapless, I asked the light far away to help me get to it, may be some day.

It led me down a path at whose end was a jail and inside it were all those whom I just can’t give bail!

It left me there all by myself, yet I could feel that intense gaze.

I knew now how I could break past the veil, by simply letting these imprisoned memories go their destined way.

It was but so difficult to let them free, that I thought so many times if it was worth it!

I knew what the truth was, I also knew the end, so I let go of all the memories trapped down the den.

And LO! I was there with the light by my side, No, no, but there is something wrong with “side”, it was just that there was no nearness alike!!

Was it Real

WAS IT REAL?

I came to your door that was locked and closed,

I looked down the alley shadowed unglowed.

Waiting for your presence I stood by the wall,

When suddenly from somewhere I heard a deep call.

Too short was the alarm, no time to see from where,

The directions were all alike, was it here or from there?

Uncanny was the atmosphere unerringly eerie,

The setting sun giving my fear, a spirit fiery.

Undaunted I stood on, my path determined and set,

Return I will not today, howsoever uncertain might be the end.

I sat down on the creepers, with a creepy feeling inside,

My mind became so dull, no hope seemed there outside.

‘Linger on! Linger on', I called myself once more,

Unending the wait maybe, only hope can be a cure.

In the distance the rustling of the leaves had increased,

Shut my eyes were, only dream it is- I premised.

But there was no stop to the sound, a low gurgling it had became now,

My ears shot up, now on the foot I was, till I heard the same bow wow!

It sniffed and barked at my face, till it lolled to the ground,

I took the messenger in my arms, cuddling deeply my arms around.

The shadows were growing darker, my imagination though it maybe,

So dark it was you see, mere shadows they cannot be!

Like a tar on the floor it was floating towards me,

Coming at such a speed, Ah me! Ah me!

Wobbling my knees were, my eyes could see no more,

Just the soft fur and the silence told, my life was still some more!

I did not want to wake up again, so much so that I stood there,

Long enough it was I know though, for I rolled over and was on the floor.

                                                                Suchi Nandini

                                                                 2.3.2011

Bridging the Gap

   “Shattering the shackles of all boundaries and dogmas

   The man has now arisen and no one can stop the great bond.”

                                     This is that great bond that encapsulates all the people, all the creatures with one mission, one intent, one resolve and nonpareil thought .The capsule of a community. We intend to make a community with a noesis of “SERVICE Above Self” .An ideal which in this era has implacable enemy .An apotheosis of morality which is to be rediscovered.

                                      The locution “Building communities” is the exquisite art of providing the nucleus which has immense the strength to attract towards its core, to enamour all the organisms who have the desire to serve other .But this is not the end of a community construction .We endeavour in creating such an existence that is based on logic ,not just belief and superstitions ,on knowledge ,not irrational incoherent reasonings by blind fools , on truth ,truth of meaningful exsistence ,not mournful laments of ‘death the inevitable end’ . To build a community where the vision is not distorted by the ugly, the mindless and the cowardly spirits , a community where knowledge that man’s proper estate is an upright posture ,an intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads , to provide an irreplaceable spark to blaze a fire that ensnares hopeless swamps of negations ,not to let souls perish in darkness but to provide them with a goal and the means to reach them .We build communities of action not religions ,of intellect not race ,of open opinion not fettered by creeds ,gospels and insane doctrines ,of crystal perception of vision ,not on superficial photopic vision capturing only the coloration of the skin.

                                               

                             Through centuries of scourges and disasters ,brought about hatred-eaten mystics ,their budding jealousy ,and baseless competitions ,time has seen many civilizations cropping up ,evolving and finally being devoured .This feeling of bitterness has to be curbed ,the spirit of separatism, segregation and wall of social division have to be demolished ,in short the gap between souls, between communities , between nations and between continents has to be bridged .This is not the only fissure to be filled ,the lust to prove our the dominance  on this planet has driven our conscience to shrouded alleys of vicious temptations .The love for all creatures and their right to live on this planet cannot be subdued by the whims and fancies of some greedy hogs.

                                      Technology has played a very vital role in shrinking this massive planet and simultaneously leveling the illusions of life .But we have to bear in mind that concrete bridges can never bridge the canyons nor can mere words satiate the cravings to have more and more .The feelings of contentment is being replaced by the ever growing rat-race , the desire to snatch and devour .Man is transfiguring to a rapacious ,wolfish being .The dog eat dog rule has become the mantra for success in todays world of cut throat competition . The spirit of moving together towards the zenith is fool’s tale to reveal his cowardice .The feeling of oneness is no more acknowledged .The mind has to be elevated from notion of “humanism” to  “Neo-humanism” where we are not the only species for whom we have to show our brotherly love but for all the pervading environment and its creatures ..The bond of love and respect for all creatures ,the feeling of equality has to be resurfaced .

                                  When the world will become interweaved by such bonds ,there will come a golden era where faux bonhomme will be a thing of the past and dream of  “Vasudhev Kutumbkam”will prevail naturally .In the words of the great poet Rabindranath Tagore we will have a world-“Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high ,Where knowledge is free and the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls and where everyone stretches their arms towards perfection”. These motives if become true ,the day will not be far away when the paradise will be nowhere but here ,on our dear earth. I would like to share with you  a dream of mine-

         “I dreamt of a boy casting pebbles into the sea,

          For he was bridging the gap of lands by the sea,

          But what about the hearts I asked thee,

          This path will end only when the hearts all meet ,THEE.”