The debilitated soul…..

13 Jul

When the mind and the soul cannot consort to each other, when the soul can feel “nothin wrong” but the mind knows “everythin’s wrong”…what happens then?  A few dumb assess though would never have any concerns regarding any humane feelings. Their minds have been poisoned by the caissons of religious bigotry. And we despite being “the biggest democracy” are continuing to make the same mistakes everytime  by welcoming these bastards again and again, by not terminating their misdeeds by punishing them. A birthday gift for Kasab eh? If so an apt one it is and they surely are successful in making him happy. At the moment am feeling numb. Not sure whether am angry or not ‘cuz there’s no use getting angry. Just feeling a surge of hitting those bastards back hard on their faces.

But are we always right to hold a particular country or organisation responsible for terrrorising? I guess we aren’t. Terrorism arises based on various issues- religion, power etc. Why then always point towards a praticular institution when our own country is so very much plagued with the same issues? I wonder when our government will stop succumbing to the needs of the so called “International Democracy” and find a way out to protect its own people. Till then I can’t stop feeling debilitated… 😥

Darjeeling Unlimited…

25 Jun

(Part I)

While going….

“Wazz up guys? Finished packing?  I’m done with mine. J” -This was my texting to all my friends early in the morning of  6th june.  I was eagerly waiting for my friends to reply. But none did except Pritha herself,  the one who was going to lead us to her home, The Queen of Hills- Darjeeling!! Then the morning went somewhat uneventful, rather I spent it so because I didn’t want to make a mess on the eve of my outing.

It was around 7 o’clock in the evening when Pritha along with her sister “landed” in my home, all huffing and puffing with their baggages. We took off together to the Railway Station at around 9:30pm. There they were standing- the rest of our gangsters!! Aniket, Anubhab, Mansur….waiting for the rest of us to arrive! One was still missing though- Gairik aka “Goru”. Finally he came too, a little late though, a rucksack in his back, and the appearance purely like that of a street ruffian!! There we were..all ready to venture out  all on our own for the very first time in our lives. Tension was evident on the creases formed on the foreheads of our parents..but we were least bothered!! Ooh! How excited we were!!  The train started moving at around 10:45pm. We were determined to as well as the only ones who remained awake half the night..screaming, houling, wondering why the rest of our co-passengers weren’t reacting at all!! However our reticent mind soon succumbed to sleep, and we felt fast asleep, bringing relief to others finally.

to be continued…

The Cry of memories…

5 Jun

The darkness like a veil,

Surrounding my side,

The pitter-patter of rain,

Reminding my mind,

Of the days gone by,

O dear friend, how I miss those-

Of chocolates and candies,

And beautiful dreams, no lies.

Of mother scolding,

 And papa patting the back,

Of naughtiness supreme,

 And happiness never lacked.

Of sharing the food,

 With friends we loved so,

And standing out of class with them,

With no qualms coming though.

Of laughing with our hearts out,

At things petty and fine.

My friends with me would find out,

At everywhere they shine.

Now grinded with the task,

To make “Sucess” and bring,

Didn’t know when we had lost those days,

Only memories lingering.

Those days will they return?

Tell me dear friend.

The wry call of the future-

Is difficult to offend.

A tear-drop as it falls,

And realization starts.

I’d lost the life of childhood dreams..

And lost them all to the dark…

13 May

The Ice-Cream Vendor

Trickled down his forehead,

A drop of saline water.

The scorching sun glowing above,

And beaten by the weather-

Fatigue was clear and distinct on his eyes,

With an impression of bitter;

A life so merciless and unrepentant,

Yet the smile remains intact,

As he serves the children and grown alike,

Knowing not a single one,

Who’ll serve him same in his turn.

Silently he moves on ringing the bell,

To serve the big and to serve the small,

And see a smile or two crawl –

On the happy faces he serves along,

But deep down he knows this well,

Beneath the smile a deceiver dwells,

Who deceives life and truth along;

And knows the truth to him belongs,

That he knows not a single man,

Who’ll serve him same in his turn…

13 May

                                                           Touching the Intangible…

How I want to touch the sky

So blue and the sacks of white cottony clouds,

Floating high up there where no lie,

Can reach the blue sky,

There I want to stay,

In peace and sway

Away in leisure at ease and fine,

Where no lie can reach the blue sky.

Can you tell a way to go there,

For the world not gives me a respite mere,

From the lies of life and of soul,

That leaves me crying , an empty dark hole,

I want to be free and

Fly like a bird and a child with a heart,

Filled with joy and calling of the wild,

Bickering his mind.

To go and shed the fears of the dark,

To answer the call, and bravely rid off,

All the lusts that holds one off,

To know the unknown and touch the begone….