The pAlAtE oF LiFe !!!

The spire of colours was his muse,
Ambiguous figures rose out of his palate.
The canvases connected in a prose--
Diving into the lake of naked beauty.


A glint in his eyes had sparkled today,
The spirit of masterpiece was calling,” ahoy!!”
He closed his eyes to the infinite dream,
Humming along the silent theme!!


The world was smeared indigo blue,
Painters dancing with red, green and hue.
Colours mingled as the notes of symphony—
The mind ran along like a wild goose.

He searched for the element—
To conquer his dream,
But his mind was ambiguous within.
The painter saints kept smiling along,
His frustration lent them colours and songs.


The tree of life gleamed in his face,
He suddenly awoke with shock & haze.
His beard had grown wise and white,
The world had passed an era in true life.


The painter sang a beautiful melody,
Painting that one piece in a soliloquy.
He finished that painting and sat galore,
“Oh! Lord” were his words—
Words before his ascent to heaven.

The maiden of the wicked highlands

The mud splattered on the path,
the drizzle had turned rain very fast.
Highlands of the folklore had come alive,
the lightning gave the land a scary sight.


The fair maiden came out for a ride alone,
her horse shook in denial of her force.
She saddled upon the scared creature,
ignorant of her uncertain future.


she rode fearless in her vast lands,
The rain striking hard her fair hands.
The horse got struck in a puddle of mud,
her fair grace was splattered and hurt.


Far in her eyes full of disdain,
she could see the old remains.
the pole of the legends shone bright,
she was never more scared in life.


Therein lay a old house beyond the pole,
she walked towards it with fear and hope.
An old lady answered her knock,
The maiden was looking back in shock.


Aunt whom she had lost very young,
was standing in her very front.
she still carried herself with grace,
and looked after her niece's tender face.


They both shared a tender look,
and truth was revealed in the very mood.
They talked and laughed over the lore,
It was made to protect this very home.


The home had an ancient history,
her aunt opened them in great revelry.
The maiden swore an oath of secrecy,
and rode back to her own destiny.

The winter Kiss

The path was drowning in snow,
but the sun gave it an enamel glow.
I walked on the meandering way,
with the snowstorm across my face.


The beggar asked me for a shilling in pain,
i gave him my coat shivering in vain.
The lamp post was glowing with panache,
I quickly ran for its warmth in haste.
A shadow was walking towards me,
The winter was not telling the true story.


My eyes darted towards the stranger,
the stranger replied with a piercing gaze.
The hazel eyes were searching me,
for i was sure there was a tale.
Those eyes were to haunt me forever,
as i was seeing them only till one hour later.


The stranger moved towards me with grace,
i think she was a woman from an earlier phase.
she took shelter in my shivering body,
I felt the bodies connecting in a soliloquy.


The warmth was fighting the storm,
Something weird was going around.
My eyes went big in surprise,
for she gave me a kiss in disguise.
The time stopped for a fleeting second,
I savoured it every moment.


The storm seemed to calm down soon,
I realised the sun was shining in noon.
She walked back without a word,
leaving me lost in my own world.
The beggar awoke me from my stupor,
I gave him a dollar returning the favour.
I walked back to my lonely home,
The sun shone on the path aplomb!!!!

The Bollywood Dreams

The great love stories of bollywood, they have a tragedy about themselves. I mean you can watch "a walk to remember", "notting hill”, "40 days and 40 nights" but I think you will always yearn for the larger than life clichés of bollywood.


I mean there is a certain charm about Raj the London born playboy son of rich father (yeah I know goddamn it right) travels all the way to the lush farms Of Punjab to get his simran back. The thing is that we Indians get extremely melodramatic after watching this lovely over the top movies. I mean we Indian boys have real hard time with the girls. For example the girls have over the top demands, like woo them with bouquet of roses, expensive gifts. C’mon gals all of us are not sada munda amir pyon da.


I love bollywood movies for one fact I love women in chiffon saris they look beautiful in it, or else it's a complete waste of time unless you are in for some peppy bollywood music. now let's do some more analysis, for example like the shayari of Urdu which our dear Indian heroes quote, c'mon man those are written by writers who are paid for writing those 2 lines. I just wish all the girls would not wait for us to come out with something so melodramatic. Then of course ah! how could I forget the new six pack syndrome, ok 1 fine, 2 it's cool,3 let it go but all of them, it's like all the bollywood heroes are descendents of Greek gods and like I said before so now it's our pristine honour now to work out like a pig to get those 6 ABS for our girls.


The silliest thing about bollywood is there is hardly any uncertainty in the plot. Yes, movies especially in India are supposed to have a happy ending, but maybe for a change there should be some cinema which forces the viewers to think. Though everything has not gone down the drain there are several actors, film-makers who do believe in the fine art of making sensible cinema.


Bollywood yes, with its dance and music has of course won a billion hearts. Yes, we Indian guys don't exactly have a gala time with girls after the girls watch their ShahRukh, Salman, Ranbir or whoever but we still dig watching them with a bucket of popcorn. The bollywood charm really bugs everybody including me who hates those mushy dialogues and infinite bank balance of the hero. The great badshah of bollywood himself said I want to act in as many movies about romance as I can because I would like to discover all the ways of romancing a woman, I felt like saying sire maybe instead of that you would try and increase your repertoire as an actor.


The funniest part is once I was discussing bollywood with a friend of mine from Holland and she said ANjaana ANjaani, is a chick flick; I was gaping wide at her and at the same time laughing my heart out. I mean it's very hard to dig out movies in bollywood which don't have love involved in them or in simple lay man terms running behind the girl around the trees. Look I don't want to sound a spoilsport, yes, even I like a few occasional movies for example- Rang de Basanti, 3 idiots, Taare Zameen Par.....but bollywood needs to come of age and ya some actors should try and learn acting for a change, lol.....

The Emotion Called FATE!!!!

The travesty of fate is an old agony, you never know what incident is going to afflict your normal schedule and affect it, what winds of change are going to blow your way.

The world is apprehensive to changes; it never will accept changes which are radical in nature. Humans prefer to keep themselves in the cocoon of protection that is not affected by changes; therefore they are unable to deal with what changes fate might hold for them in future.

It’s disheartening to see that people resign to their needs rather than their interests. Perhaps they cannot be blamed, for humans are always taught to secure their fate first rather than their interests.

Unrealistic ambitions, dreams are often dismissed as the whims of the weak. I hope, dream and pray for a day when humans won't resign themselves to the fear of failure and rather gather courage to battle the uncertainties of life and carve out a life where they will not be scared of changes and masters of their own fate.

FoRgiVeNesS

(Ephesians 4:32) 32 and be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving each other, just as God also in Christ forgave you.

This is perhaps one of those million quotes about forgiveness which are there in religious books, yet we humans are so skeptic in nature to adhere to it. There is a theory amongst theologists that god had laid down all the requisite instructions to reach closer to him in the religious books. I absolutely agree with it. There are a wide range of good things that the almighty requests of the humble human beings, but forgiveness is one of the most important amongst them.

Let’s do a bit of case study. How many times in a day do we have the opportunity to forgive ourselves or others, I would suggest many. It’s in human nature to err but perhaps to forgive is not so easily forged into the human thinking. I don’t blame anybody for not being able to do so, because had we been able to forgive so easily we all would have walked one step closer to god. Even Mahatma Gandhi didn’t forgive and forget easily, he often punished himself with penance for some of his wrong deeds which he committed when he was young. My context is always coming back to one point that the one who forgives rises above everybody else.

My constant advocating of the fact that forgiveness is a great healer doesn’t mean that people should use that as an opportunity to commit as heinous crimes as possible. Nope but we can also see that forgiveness can be painful for the one who is being forgiven. I remember a childhood story where I was told that there was a son who forgave the murderer of his parents for what he did, and helped in his rehabilitation, the story ended with the murderer committing suicide and leaving a note behind saying the pain and guilt of such life was not better than death.

Relations are always in dire need of forgiveness, but alas I have seen a few which fall short in it. Anguished parents, hapless boyfriends/girlfriends, angry managers, tensed coaches, I often wonder how these people find forgiveness for others or each other.

There are some people who call it as a sign of weakness; some people think that those who don’t take revenge or punish others for a mistake are weak. Maybe, in some cases they maybe true but they need to rethink their decision, forgiveness my friend requires a trench of courage, loyalty, broad-mindedness, trust and many more things. Before we learn to forgive we need to learn a lot of other things.

I feel the world needs to forgive and forget. A lot of bloodshed, a lot of pain, a lot of mistrust could have been solved if we could just forgive. Learn to forgive my friends………..

Autumn Leaf!!!!

I am withered and old,
Devoid of the joy and soul,

I fly around with my brother air
Seeking solace in some lonely chair,

Mother Nature announced my end
When she blew her autumn clarion,

My life has been a meandering river
Twists and turns with a few rocks in between,

Alas!! A human picks me up
Writes three beautiful words on me,
"I love you! "

Life and emotions play a clever game
For I became autumn leaf the messenger of love!