Pyaalon ka moh

इन सन्नाटों में छनकें वह पायल

आये थिरक्ति साकीबाला,

इस ओर देख मुस्कुराए, कहे,

क्यूँ टटोलता तू प्याले दर प्याला?

किन खयालों में खोया तू  

अमृत हाला बहती जाए,

इन प्यालों के मोह में उलझे

खो न जाये जीवन  मधुशाला ।

Growing Wings

Hello people :)

I know I have been away quite somewhile. A lot has happened in the past month, both internally and externally. But this is not about them. As much as i would wanna share the last month with you, I dont wanna delay on my current inspiration lest it get lost with so many other 'lost ones' and join the list of incomplete posts :P

How much ever we try not to, we tend to look at the world from your tiny little perspective, relating all to our way of thoughts and life and trying to see how others fit in our scheme of things. For once if you drop the inherent bias and try to be in the other person's shoes what you learn will surprise you. For a moment stop cribbing over your stuff and look around to people who live on with greater problems and smile and carry on just as well. The protagonist is a young woman (for a change :P ) who wishes to break the norms and live life on her own terms.This poem is a dedicated to all those brave people out there who dont cease to smile :)

Growing Wings

I smile at them and they smile back
as I turn the pages to see,
so many people, so many stories,
so many years it has been.

I yearn for a story of my own,
yearn to play the lead,
to take the paths that I have always wanted
and not just wonder where they lead.

Yearn to wake up to a morning trek
or breakfast in bed is just as well,
to walk along the endless waters,
the star lit skies and the enchanting smells.

Yearn to see the distant places
and to meet people for my own,
to fall in love for once
and meet whom I have always known.

And now the box is open again
my stifled dreams now freely flow,
for as much as you love me
its time you must let me go.

For I want to take flight
glide along the winds that blow
please don't stop me or try to clip
these beautiful wings that I wish to grow.

मधुशाला

Dec 16, 2011

हाय! इन अधरों पर अब
सूख गयी कैसे हाला,
हाय! इन बिखरे हाथों में
सूख गया कैसे प्याला,
स्वर्णिम साकी आवाज़ लगाती
इन मधु के मतवालों के बीच,
सुनसान पड़ा है पीनेवाला
बांज पड़ी यह मधुशाला।

Dec 23, 2011

कितने नाज़, अरमानों से मैंने
किया कल्पित यह जग प्याला,
कितने मृदुल भावों से
रची वह स्वर्णिम साकीबाला,
जाने अनजाने में छूटा
घड़ा जीवन अमृत का,
वास्तविकता के फर्श पर बिखरी
मेरी क्षणभंगुर मधुशाला।


वाह! वाह! पुकार सराहता
झूमता मदमस्त पीनेवाला,
हाथ पकड़ साकी को खींचता
कहता और दे यह शब्दों की हाला,
एक प्याले में एक जीवन समाये
आसान न समझ तू इसको,
कई जीवनों के नीचोड़ पर झूमे
इन पाठकों की मधुशाला।


Dec 25, 2011

भोर होते शंख नाद गूंजता
सायं छलकता प्याले पर प्याला,
सूरज की किरणों में झून्झता
सायं थिरकती साकीबाला,
दिन में जो लहू बहे
वोह सायं तेरी हाला,
यह दिन में मेरी रणभूमि
सायं तेरी मधुशाला।

Jan 03, 2012

यूहीं बैठे बैठे देख
बह गयी कितनी हाला,
इस तर्क - वितर्क की जंग में
फिसल गया हाथों से प्याला,
बूँद बूँद कर, कई बूंदों में
एक युग बीत गया,
नया भोर है, नयी उम्मीदें
नयी उम्मीदों की नव मधुशाला।

Jan 17, 2012

आखरी किरण ओझल हुई
अन्धकार में खो गया प्याला,
रोशनी की चाह में चला
धूप निगल गयी हाला,
मेरी स्वर्णिम साकी
एक काल्पनिक पात्र हुई,
बरसों की पुकारों में गूंजे
मेरी तन्हा मधुशाला।

Jan 27, 2012

बड़ी आसानी से तुने
पार पटक दिया प्याला,
भावों में बह कर बोला
ना दे मुझे यह जूठी हाला,
ऐ पीनेवाले! तू क्या जाने
उस साकी की व्यथा को,
मुबारक तुझे तेरा नया सफ़र
मुबारक तुझे नयी मधुशाला।


Jan 29, 2012

खूब गरजा, घूब बरसा
लेकिन न मिली वोह जग हाला,
ख़ुशी मुझे है यदि जो मैं
भर सका दो बूँद तेरा प्याला,
अब बह जाने दे तू मुझको
इन मद मस्त मुस्कानों के बीच,
छोड़ चला इन् मतवालों को
यह मदिरा का मोह, मृत मधुशाला।

New beginnings

Hello. I have been away a while. Writing wasn't happening to me for a while, I thinking it is beginning to happen again.

While I have never been quite the "New Year" person, I think I would quite like to use this punctuation in space-time as a sort of fresh start, for my writing to begin with. Here is a small piece to get started.


देखो! भोर हुई
आवाज़ लगाती साकीबाला,
कहती छोड़ वह सायं - विष
अधरों पर लेप यह प्रातः - हाला,
मदमस्त हो जा तू इस रस में
बह जाने दे जो बीत गया,
नव वर्ष की नयी उमंग यह
नव शुरुआतों की नयी मधुशाला ।


May we let go of the pains of evenings past, and start this morning with whatever joy we can muster. Wish you a year full of love, life and laughter.

- M

A Random Post

I see you there
as the sails catch winds and flee
farther and farther
now, just a speck in the sea.

Oh no, don't turn back
and I must not look up too
not look at the images
neither the sails, nor you.

For all I try to be otherwise
once in a while I do encounter thee
and wonder as it does every time
wonder why it affects me.

Its not the lack of answer
that troubles me though
but knowing the answer
knowing that it is so.

Today is one of those nights
as I face my ghosts
ghosts with faces and names
and so ends a random post.

False colours

Another sun goes down
As I lift my head to see
See as far as I can
See if you are to be

Like the curse of the mariner
The painted sky looks back at me
Still faces, still paces
as still as it could be

But I look on
as the efforts die down
and in the warmth of the embers
Quiet finds some ground

Hoping that you would come around
and work your magic on me
In the delightful flight of yours
lift me out of my misery

Just look at me and know
words, inadequate as they be,
what I have done to them
could you please do so to me?

Not too far gone
I snap myself back
Believing in a friend, an angel, a saviour
is just allowing myself unnecessary slack

Oh! The dreams, the colours and the flight
An unreal image in my head
The sun is dead; dark it is
all so well, I hit the bed!

Turn off the lights

Glory, fanfare all around
soaked in the festival of lights
sights and sounds, and smiles
Could it be any more bright?

I stand still and see
as the world passes by
spare me some space though
please dont ask me to fly

Let me just stand witness
watch the show from indoors
sky is your playground
let me please stay on the floor

Many smiles come my way
a familiar person they see
having held his fort for long
It has just gotten difficult to be

This is more convenient though
rather than break them the news
and then listen to the free flowing
advice, sympathy, help and views!

So I smile back at them
smile at being twins
smile as I hold fort
smile at the death of smile

As they meet me and leave
Good I say! I am sick of the bright
The last one leaving, do me a favour
On your way out, please turn off the lights!

A Vent

C'mon! Just gimme a break
Whats with all this thinking!
Aren't you too bored of yourself?
Are you even blinking?

No I don't wish to listen to you
Your world and images
And how its hasn't been
Your day in ages!

I want an inspiration
I want a happy song
To breakaway the drudgery
To happily sing along.

To be light and fly
To the clouds that I see
No more of words please
Or I may just flee!

So shut up and lemme find
The song that subtly plays
Its like me vs. myself here
Now don't make me slay!

Fun how crazy I can be
How words vent me out
A crazy ten min of writing
Just saved someone a few shouts!

Ok! Adios amigos
Go away and don't whine
Go and do your stuff
And let me do mine!

Different ways

Another one of the days
quiet and nice
as I make peace
with the external clutter
and the internal ice.

Been a while since
I simply whiled away time
no weights, no wedges
not yours, not mine.

Am I a failed inspiration
or is this just the way
we don't define the course
just our bets we play!

As the dust slowly settles
clearer and farther I see
not your bad nor mine
it so had to be.

If this were a journey
this is where it ends
another fork in the road
and we take our bends.

Dark and alien it seems
and for sometime it will be
with the hope of light and flight
different worlds we shall see.

So long my friend,
a special journey it has been
in physical we part
in spirit shall always be.

Taking chances

What is so special about the day
Merrily lost in thoughts I sway
Is it something good that was
Or has it gone the other way?

As I sit, smile and write
Quietly amidst the many faces
Doesn't quite matter which way it went
As long as it was well spent.

What good is to be done
How bad can it get
The whole point is to
Go out there and play your bet!

And so I have played mine
To the best I knew
And hence the smile
Of having seen it through.

As I retire for the day
Tomorrow is a new bet
A day at a time
Is the simplest it can get!

Impromptu

I feel the itch to write
for quite some time now
inspirations pass like thin clouds
the weather changes and how!

As I look outside
not be consumed by the self again
Give the thoughts some rest
No more equations of loss and gain.

As it builds up inside me
and I try to find a vent
Run, walk or just crawl
the feeling of being all so spent.

So I don't think now
what purpose has it served anyways
the plans, the images and the works
and reality's many ways!

No I don't want to word it
No I don't want to share
Words are an approximation at best
Why may you even care!

Yet in words I find my respite
Impromptu as they say
no more white boards and rough drafts
no more planning the way.

I feel the need to go
and to not take along
leave all that has been
and play to the flowing song.

All forms now collapse
I see no rhythm or rhyme
not even in these words I write
not even they are mine.

The Joker and the Joke

Hi ppl,

I was away on a bicycle trip to Konkan over the last week...It was more of therapy than holiday...taught me a lot of lessons...made me push harder and farther than I ever had...inpired me to write and I do plan to write about that...not today though...

This is something I wanted to write way back in college...but then dint...for watever reasons...but then something happened and my inspiration to write this piece was up again (although in a different form and spirit than I would have earlier written).


Sometime back it was
of this joker I knew
a pleasure to be with
such people, by Lord, are few!

Oh! The tricks and the talks
and the drama that freely flowed
a never ending repertoire
of striking colours and soothing mellows

The stage, the smile, and
the carefully put together lines
engaged the audiences, big and small
as I fondly remember the times

What a sight it was
to see the artist in play
as he set the tone and pace
and went about his ways

and then towards the end
the curtains drew, up rose the smoke
in the joy and merry of it all
merged the joker and the joke

As he quietly slid backstage
and removed the smile
we exchanged pleasantries
occasionally he feebly smiled

Often we walked home together
not much did he speak
that is how I knew him to be
uneventfully passed many weeks

Then one day he disappeared
no letter, no last word
none knew where he went
no more delightful evenings were had

The audience asked me
Where is he? Will he be back?
I knew they sorely missed him
and knew he won't be

Lucky as I have mostly been
I knew the man behind the smile
to not have been so,
would have missed him by a mile

Today, after a long time
I got a letter for him
a toast raised to the times
that he had been

I read, smiled and shelved it
didn't reply lest raise false hopes
smiled cause I knew
the joker and the joke.

Somewhere

Somewhere is another world
a world of infinite possibilities
of hopes and dreams and joy
far cry from this drab reality

I have have been away for too long
too long since I have even tried
I don't know where to look
grass on the other side looks just as dry

But I know it is out there
though I can't prove it to be so
something beyond ordinary it is
the divine energy that flows

There is no reason that I seek
for no explanations will suffice
just the quiet and acceptance
and a smile at the roll of the die

But let me not get carried away
in the dark and gloom of it all
this is about the spring of life
let me not delve any more into fall

For this is just time
and in it I shall pass through
block out the noise for a while
the old thoughts and the new

I shall just be for a while
away from the worldly cares
close my eyes and let it flow
I know it is around somewhere

A New Dawn

A new dawn breaks
new light fills the sky
being grounded for so long
once again I look up to fly.

Fog and mist all around
unsure of my flight,
I hold hope and smile
as you light up the long still night.

Maybe I should have flown yesterday
maybe the best weather has passed
doubt and fear cloud my mind
as I battle with my past.

But something tells me it's a new day
that I must let go and start
that the brightest of weathers
lurks behind this passing dark.

Some things might have changed
but I shall brace this new light
shall not regret and burn
shall bask in the sunshine.

I don't fear for what I feel
as the sun dispenses the numbing chill,
for today I know that
you, my dearest, are my freewill.

A cold silent night

Deja vu it is
mirror deja vu if I may,
things that have happened before
with me on other side of the play.

Too pleased with the perfect weather
go a little far did I
reminds me of the cursed mariners,
the still winds and the painted sky!

As the night grows dark
the sails dead still,
I take a deep breath to brave
the biting cold, the numbing chill.

Maybe it is only fair
maybe this is what closes the loop,
as I battle random thoughts
ungrateful nights and the beautiful hoop.

I didn't let it happen then
shall today not be done to me,
for all the calls that have gone bad then
today I shall just let things be!

It must be so at least once
good for me it is, I am told
Ok! Alright! I smile wry
as I try harder to hold.

I know not how long it shall take
know not when there shall be light
I close my eyes and smile
as I slowly dissolve into the cold silent night.

Letters to you

Some more time has gone by
am back from a slow quiet walk
away from the mad rush of it all
I have found sometime to talk

Nothing major to crib about today
no major tantrums to throw
no violent swings of mood
nothing to put up a show

I talk to you and wonder
whether you are for real or not
try not to get caught in the mind though
having realised the futility of thought!

Slowly as the sky changes colour
naive to assume it would never so
reminds me of the age old adage
you shall reap as you shall sow

I look at the half lit horizon
see you fly far and high
end of day or break of dawn
from what I see, it's hard to say

Whatever it may be
am glad that you hold me through
though things have changed with time
I still write my letters to you!

May the dream never die

All men are born the same
our dreams define who we are
define where we belong to
and you, my dear, belong to the stars.

Those twinkling million lights
the mysteries that they hide
the stories that they tell
are for yours to find.

So go ahead and find them
find the time to star gaze
find that shadowed voice inside, and
not get too involved in this maze.

Great thing you will accomplish
high and far you will fly
but amidst all of it
may the dream never die. :)

Accepting Change

Hello ppl,

I am on a trip rite now to my native, Kumaon. Distance gives perspective and time, both much needed to write. The inspiration for this piece is a plain old boring fact (being that: Everthing that is will change) and my learnings from the same. As much as a cribbo I am, I am learning to ride the wave :) and not 'crib' bout yesterday's calm seas! :P Without much ado, here it is...

Accepting Change

I know it isn't advisable
I know it is probably no worth
as much as I try to stay in the now
my thoughts sway back and forth.

Another time it was
another time it is now
as I sit, smile and wonder
times sure have changed and how!

I know that change is constant
for what is know shall not remain so
accepting change still takes some effort
just knowing it doesn't mean being so!

I could dwell into the details
as I am tempted to draw compare
what good would it bring though
just some more pain and despair.

As by each passing day
I come across something new
something that wasn't so before
I stand and witness the changing hues.

Some shades hit me hard
Others I smile as I swathe
as I try to pull up my walls
and take shelter in my tested faith.

For all the derivatives that have changed
I hope the underlying has stayed the same
familiar respite I find in the ink and paper
and am back to the now from the memory lanes.


My trip is coming to an end now and have another inspiration to be penned down, about my trip and my experience here :) Hope I am able to put it to words :)

So long ppl,
PC

The End of an Era

Hello ppl,

I have been away for quite sometime now...My final semester exams are over and project submission will be done on saturday(15th) and then engg z done for good. This piece is dedicated to my mates who I shall leave when I leave Surat...and who knows...never meet many of them again..I wrote this somedays back. For all the ups and downs it has had...its been quite a ride for sure!


The End of an Era

That time of the year again,
as I roll the pages to see,
the colours, the words and the lovely smiles
the mag is as bright as it could be!

And at last on the pages where
till yesterday smartly my seniors stood
too many known faces I notice
and hidden somewhere in between is me.

It is really setting in now,
as the 'last time' s float around me
for the batch is a 'was' now :(
but we, my friends, shall always be! :)

Smile Again

Hello ppl,

Days here are going super fast and all that was supposed to work out has not :P wats new in that u ask!! nothin actually :P last few days in college...ppl and the mahol tends to get senti ;) hehe...aur sab toh chal hi raha hai.. and yea a VERY HAPPY B"DAY to Andy btw...hope you come to terms well with ur mid twenties well :P while i still bask in my early twenties! ;)

This is inspired by and dedicated to a friend of mine..

Smile Again

The day is the same
Some numbers are new,
The smiles of yesterday
have all turned blue.

It is just another day
It is not the best
Don't you go off now
Singling self from the rest.

For the people are the same
and the world is too,
Just a minor roadblock
in the beautiful flight you took :)

Just like I have known everything else,
I know that you will fly again
Higher and farther than you ever have
that this is just a passing pain.

These lines probably won't change a lot,
But realise that not a lot has changed!
Soon these numbers will be past
and you, my dear, shall smile again.