So yesterday.........for you all

I am not someone who likes to think too much of times gone by. I dont wanna recollect what my thoughts were ten months ago,ten days ago,ten hours ago or even ten minutes ago. Really, i find it absurd when people assimilate those huge heaps(well,in case they are digital pics,those large folders) of photographs that are so gigantic in size,it would even put the nuclear arsenal of the United States of whatever to shame. Though i do find once a while peek-a-boo at these historical remains appropriate,but my anguish is with those who indulge in nostalgia par acceptance. Now they might argue that "knowing your past helps you be in better contact with your present", but let me tell you what most have in mind. Either they'll think about their golden ages,times when they were more than happy and rue the fact that such moments of glory have gone away. Or,they'll think about their 'dark ages' and mourn what a bitch life is. Either ways,all i have seen is scornful expressions on faces that entwine themselves with the act in question. And it is for this reason and this reason alone,many are so stuck in their past that they have no clue what they should be upto in present.
All their time is spent holding onto the remnants of either a glorious conquest or a catastrophic failure.I like to look at the past too,to bask in the snapshots of victories that were. It would be self-destruction if i let them interfere with what i am today or manipulate the decisions i would make with the choices before me. I am someone who has seen the most magnificient of moments and shoved my way past the tragic ones. But i know one thing, they all are gone. I love my past for being there but i'll never scrape out a moment of delve upon unnecessarily. The time that was has gone. So yesterday........for you all,does not exist.

The Way You Make Me Feel

The way you make me feel
is like the ground with the first drops of rain,
like a man on verge of extinction,
given the chance of being born again.
I cannot possibly explain it,
i cant but what i feel show,
you can never possibly imagine,
but i do want you to know,
that if there possibly is a goddess,
that walked the earth in our days,
would be here,would be now,would be you,
I'm lost in your mysterious ways.
I open my eyes and i see you,
i close them and you're still there,
i run away from myself and you,
but somehow you're still near.
I stay awake looking at the stars,
the patterns they all appear to be the same,
for in every direction i look at,
they seem to be shouting your name.
In the quiet murmur of the breeze,
that goes meandering about the night,
its funny coz it seems to be shouting,
your name left,center and right.
And i see it all before me,
before the heaven then i kneel,
and i take it all with a quiet smile,
coz dats the way you make me feel.

An Evening with Myself

Its not everyday one gets the privilege to share an evening with goddess Parvati. I had it today. In the nearly one odd hour that I spent with her, we both admiring the varied fauna sporadically populated by the creations of the so called homo-sapiens. The view was plain and clear. There was a fountain, a magical one, for even though there was’nt any Adam’s Ale in it, it shimmered with the gleam of a polished pearl laid out in the pellets of sunlight that the mighty sun god showered upon it. The raised open air theatre that added to the scene a modern touch was certainly an eye-sore.Beyond it was a vast plethora of the gigantic eucalyptus trees that were blocking my view of another architectural wonder, or so it seemed.
A few benches were scattered around like grain spread before the pigeons at Trafalgar Square. I turned my gaze towards Lord Shiva’s bride once more. Cast out of granite, the 12th century statue adorning the likes of one Arts Gallery was a marvel of human artistry. Seated in the ‘padmasana’, she was adorned with ornaments, that though cast out of stone, were on any day glistening more than those on a bride at a pompous Punjabi wedding.
It was a sunny day, a peculiar one at that, for though the sun was beating down hard upon my face (and mind you, It can beat down real hard in this weather), there was no resentment on my part to the open hostility, for I was feeling a much welcome peace of mind descending upon me, and looking back at the year gone by, it was a welcome respite.
It was nearly end of the evening now, and my rendezvous with the gods was over. No wait, it was a rendezvous with myself?????? That my friend is over or not, I don’t know.

Little While Longer

I know you have to go,
I know you have to leave,
I know you will be back tomorrow,
Together these moments glorious we will weave.
But baby, oh baby ,stay on, just a little while longer.

A smile from you darling makes my day,
Not once, not twice, sweetheart, everyday.
The lovely looks that you give me, So enchanting, so true,
How can I stop myself from coming to you?
Those unending strolls we take,
Talking about our lives,
Your giggles, your style, your radiant blushes,
Baby, they cut like knives.
Your thoughts on how one’s life should be make me stronger,
Baby ,oh baby, stay on, just a little while longer.

I thought I’d never be in love,
I thought I’ll stand alone,
Now I see what a sacrilege it would have been,
If the lonely road I had gone.
For you are beauty personified by nature in all its might,
You’re the essence that emanates when music and moonlight unite.
You’re the serenade of the nightingale chanting up in the trees,
You’re the teardrop on the cheek of eternity on whom time freezes.
Who would then want you away even for a moment, on that you ponder,
Baby, oh baby, stay on, just a little while longer.
Yeah, baby, oh baby, stay on, just a little while longer.

Contemplations of a Naked Soul

Alone in the highlands,
walks my soul free,
searching for answers its never been told,
probing the events that have been a mystery,
waiting for surprising
events to unfold.

Its this way or that,
its that way or this,
is knowledge an awakening?
Is ignorance a bliss?

I question all my reasoning,
I sit down and ponder,
O' what an evil thing it is,
they say makes the heart go fonder.

The soul of a government office

Now what is it with government servants that offends so many people?

I’ve perennially heard more than a mouthful of rather not so appeasing expletives being hurled at these inscrutable upholders of the government work.

Is it the way they dress? Those sadistic shirts that have never known how it feels like to be drenched in the vibrance of red or the calmness of sky blue. All they know is about the existence of white ,grey or in case if its your lucky day, even the occasional khaki.

Or is it the sardonic expressions that seem to scream in your face that you have just made the gravest blunder of your whole life by coming here.

Whatever there is, one may never understand for one does not possess the required intelligence as ‘they’ define it. One can only do as much as to observe.

Annotating a bit further on these mysterious creatures of the third kind, one but cannot refrain from mentioning a line or two about the penchant they have for tea. Yes my friends, its tea, after all these years the secret has been revealed. The ultimate elixir of life, the epitome of any nutritious meal or binge. Sometimes I have pity on the so called drug addicts who languish in rehabs and jails for I feel they are no match for the ferocity of angst that any member of the community of the topic in question can exhibit when he/she is eluded from the “amrit” as they will have us believe.

Here I am forced to recall a small story I heard as a kid about two lions that after suffering injustices in the circus decide to flee, but in the moment of heat, end up fleeing in opposite directions. Amazingly, they come back 6 months later, one of them weak and wretched and the other hail and hearty. A snippet of their conversation goes as follows:

LION1 (hail and heart): what makes you come back o king of the jungle?

LION2 (weak and wretched): I ran towards the desert, couldn’t find anything to eat, was on the verge of dying, so came back. At least I get food here. Why did you come back my dear one?

LION1: Well, I was trapped in a government office, hid under the stairs and used to eat a government servant everyday, as evident from my health. Nobody seemed to mind or look into the disappearance. Then one day yesterday, I made a mistake, I ate up their “tea-vendor” and the office was up in arms to find the disappeared soul. A soul indeed of the government office.

Father and Son

O' little one,
what makes you cry?
did you trip a stone,
looking at the skies?
I know what it feels,
to see your dreams shatter,
be brave,thrust forth,
for its all that matters.
Believe me,i did it and i am so happy today.

O' little one,
what makes you weep?
are those tears because of people,
who don't promises keep?
Well,that my dear,
is the way of the world
stand up,stand tall
raise up your head unfurled.
look,there is the world begging you to come along.

O' little one,
whats that trickling from your eyes?
is that the gal my son,
who said goodbye?
she was never there,
else here she would be
soon you'll forget her
and there shall be glee
on the face that says how much you loved her.

O' little one,
do i see a smile?
you're strong my son
that smile'll last a while
You've got it all,
that others pray for and more,
keep up the good work,
and believe me,there is much more in store.
for all you have lived so far is a minscule fraction of your life.

O' little one,
my million lives for your laughter,
look around,
here's your family now,and after
with your friends by your side always,
what more can you ask?
revel,binge and marvel,
may in the sunshine of happiness you bask.
and look upon your old man whenever in need again you be.

Just Try

I take my time,
to see through me,
what false truths, what truthful lies
a moment of glee,
a stupendous wonder,
a glance above at the quiet skies
And history beckons with the moments past,
I wish they were here now but good times dont last
or do they? well, its the way we perceive
the web of stories and memories we weave.
Truly blessed is the blameless vestal's lot,
its a bliss to remember what you want and forget what you not,
Trust the stars that lie before,
they guide one through and smiles galore,
for things have passed and are passing by,
future's in your face, make it best......just try!