inspiration, philosophy, poetry

Something Still Remains…

A lack, a loss,
A pain, a suffering,
A broken dream,
An unfulfilled desire,
A longing of eons,
A want of ages,
All make us feel,
Life is over.
But the truth is,
A lack makes space,
For something else,
To fill in.
A loss gives a chance,
To gain wisdom.
A pain makes one accept,
That life is not all roses,
Some thorns are needed,
To make the journey worthwhile.
The suffering is a stage,
Which transforms one,
To unveil the light,
Of the inner self.
A broken dream,
Inspires to dream again.
An unfullied desire,
Keeps the fire alive,
To keep going and achieving.
A longing of eons,
Makes one realise,
The value of a moment.
A want of ages,
Makes one understand,
The fleeting nature of things.
And one comes to a conclusion,
Behind this lack,
Behind this loss,
Behind this pain,
Behind this suffering,
Behind this broken dream,
Behind this unfufilled desire,
Behind this longing of eons,
Behind this want of ages,
Something still remains.

life: learning : truth



The difference between necessity and luxury.There was a time when hearing a song was a matter of luxury.A half an hour weekly episode on doordarshan or a Saturday night movie that might showcase your favorite song was considered a luxury. If you are privileged enough to have a BPL or Videocon TV and an uninterrupted power supply, you were lucky enough to enjoy this weekly luxury. The era where the entire building or society used to throng at one person’s place with snacks prepared at their respective homes, and enjoy the serials and movies together.If not TV, then radio came as another option to enjoy one’s evening or weekends.Aap ki farmaish on vividh bharti kept the hopes high of hearing ones favourite song.Someone,somewhere in the farthest corner of this country might request that song you are waiting for. Or you might overcome your hesitation and send a song request letter to vividh bharti. Again a matter of luck it used to be, your letter getting selected and your request being fulfilled. In those times, not everyone had the luxury to own a gramophone or a record player.Getting a record as a gift seemed like a long cherised dream come true. I remember, our nanaji used to have a collection of records and during the summer vacations, the kids of the house shaked a leg hearing those classics. We used to wait for the summer vacations to enjoy this luxury. Then came the era of cassette players and tape recorders. Vcrs were a matter of prestige in the middle class homes, where one used to hire a casette and play a song or movie, especially during weekends or a family function. The fights and quarrels regarding the choice of a movie tape made memories people cherish till date.Yet it was not easy for everyone to keep buying casettes even if one was lucky enough to buy a tape recorder or a vcr. Friends used to contribute and buy or rent a tape or cassette and circulate the same between them. The excitement to get thar cassette after a long wait is something I yearn for. That kind of thrill, joy and contentment seems missing these days.Funny yet scary situations where the tape of the cassette stuck in the player abd the frantic search of a pen or a stick to rewind it back to the reel. It is a nostalgia I wish to revisit often. When computers came, and the era of cd players, things changed to a great extent.It became easier to access songs and with the advent of the internet, listening to those songs anytime, became an easy task. Yet downloading those songs and keeping them in the system was not yet a reality. With the advent of mobile phones and apps this became more and mor easy and now everyone had the availably and a feasibility to one’s favorite movies , songs and serials at the click of a button. Eventually, people stopped yearning for their favorite song or movie so much. Everything became a matter of on the go entertainment. Time crunch and long hours in travel to and fro from work sucked the joy out of these little things.Social media platforms made this thing even more common and with time ppl stopped yearning for these things.Everything became available not just at the click of a button but also came uncallex for from everywhere, even without asking for it.This became an overdose with time. The essence and joy of it faded completely.Too much of everything makes it’s worth lower with time. And now the time has come when the world came to a halt for whatever reasons,acceptable or unacceptable to us.Yet one little thing happened for the good.It took us back to those old times in some way.We realized the importance of little things and the need to be happy with life’s small offerings. We started cherishing and sharing little moments.In the incessant chase to grab more and more of everything, we have lost the joy in enjoying anything. The greed has disconnected from our real friends and people who are close to us. We have forgotten the basics of life in many ways.I hope we realise this soon and start enjoying our life by sharing and valuing the little things and moments.

musing : necessity : luxury

poetry, Souful, Soulful

A night like this

Each one of us has a fantasy, a longing, a desire, to have that perfect night. A night filled with magic and love. Some like it simple like any other silent night. Some love it like a celebration with the festoons and confetti. Some yearn for a total trance of the starry sky. Some need just the lunar charm. Some need solace and solitude. Some need a confidante to contribute. But all need something in the night that they miss in the day light.

The night carries me to,

A magical world of love,
And a surreal terrain of joy,
Where stars twinkle brighter,
And create a scintillating mosaic,
In the pristine blue waters,
With the breeze smothering my tresses,
And nudging me to dance,
To the tunes of the night’s notes,
And live this night fully,
In ecstasy and bliss.

night : bliss : moon


Poetry Podcast-When a Woman Loves

Love, in separation, love in unrequited ness, and unspoken love, are beautiful aspects of the entire thing.
This episode speaks about how a woman loves a man. The poem uses the figure of speech, a simile, to describe a woman’s love like that of a flower, and the man as a sun.

The Title- When a Woman Loves

Seeds of desire,
when planted inside a woman’s heart,
Become coy buds, blushing in the presence of her man,
And blossom into vibrant flowers at the very glance of him.
But such flowers are bound to wither,
As springtime of love is momentary,
but the autumn seems eternal.
Such is the tragedy of a woman’s unspoken love,
Which blooms in the lovers’ presence,
To dwindle soon in his lack of admission.
The flower is ready to bloom again,
Waiting for the time, for the lover to acknowledge,
The reason for its existence.
As the roots of unrequited love penetrate deep within,
Suffering pangs of the longing for a cherished moment,
That she can relive again.
This is how a woman loves,
Like a silent prayer,
Of a flower to the sun,
Which nourishes her,
Though from a distance,
And she longs to be with him, forever.
The deepest core of her being,
Longing for those beams,
Of light and life,To keep her alive forever,
But she doesn’t realize,
Her mortal existentialism.
After a pensive phase,
And an introspection of her reality,
She contemplates the futility of this desire,
And desires to fulfill this sole wish,
To admire his glory,
from far away.
She tries to spread her fragrance,
To entice his masculinity,
To garner his admiration,
But, the wind flows in the opposite direction,
Diluting her daintiness,
With its gusto, and strength.
And this sweet desire,
Of her tender heart,
Remains in her heart itself.

A pensive look, and eyes filled to the brim, with a deep longing to be loved.

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Love: Beauty: Life


Poetry Podcast

Title- Longings of a Forlorn Lover

This poem describes how one of the two lovers, living far away from each other, for a very long time, feels waiting for the other. It has elements of restlessness, care, a deep longing, and LOVE above all.❤❤

                                                          The lines

Amidst the Mountains in the vales,
A rhapsodic breeze wades and sails
The words undeciphered but a familiar tune,
Of a docile damsel waiting for her beau, 
who promised to come back soon.
She wraps up the chores of the day,
When the children of the village retire from the play,
And the adults sleep after their routine- eat and pray,
The small hillock,  beside the temple, becomes her night stay.
A place where they used to vouch of togetherness till eternity,
And dreamt of the connubial life ahead -a blissful serendipity.
Their surreptitious meets and clandestine talks,
All she used to remember, 
As on the hill, she intermittently sat, and walked.
It's been days he went afar to fulfil his occupational needs,
To accomplish life's goals through humble and honest  deeds,
It is on the fuel of those memories that her heart now feeds,
And on the terrain of soulful desires true love breeds.
She anticipates, the arrival of her suitor every dusk, every dawn.
With gleamy watery eyes and a dewy rosy face, 
 now a shade of dull fawn.
And she whispers  to herself-
" For separation is an invisible chain, 
It’s the unison that sets one free, 
Every moment away from you, 
Is like a mountain load I carry, 
Come soon, my beloved, 
And lift up this burden, 
Liberate this longing soul, 
From the misery of being alone, 
For love without lovers being together, 
How long will it look like a love? "

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