Lanterns of the night

When the sun goes down, and the lights are out,

From the shadows of the dark, creep the evils and the louts,

With nothing in vision, I crumbled in fear,

For anything could happen, from far or near.

As I veiled my head and shuddered in terror,

Small yellow lights twinkled there and here,

A zillion of them appeared and disappeared,

I gazed at them forgetting my fear.

‘Lanterns of night’ or ‘stars on the earth’

They spread their lights without any girth,

 Like jolly little bulbs they flew everywhere,

As if not a second they had to spare.

The fear in my heart had been washed away,

There was a touch of thrill and love in the air,

The darker the night the brighter they lit,

At times on me, they didn’t mind to sit.

Magical was it and romantic as well,

To add on to it there was this earthy smell,

The black blue velvety sky was above,

And in me was spawning desires of love.

Amidst these magical flying lights around,

And crickets and beetles making their sounds,

There was this full moon shining so bright,

Nothing was more romantic than this sight.

I wished he was there just right beside me,

Holding my hand and staring at me deep,

Whispering beautiful words of love,

Drifting away into our beautiful world.

I hugged myself wanting to be held,

A touch of his now would have made me melt,

I wanted to sit all glued to him,

Staring at this sky that was lit all dim.

A change to begin

We are born one day and would die on another,

Yet in the life we live, to be good we stutter,

We choose to be bad, we see in them pleasure,

Against anguish and pain, we chose money and leisure.

Our notions of empathy seems to have ceased to exist,

And our urges to help, now remains a mere gist,

Our sweet humble speeches have turned into yelps,

 Even Our babies are less humans, they act as whelps.

The harshness, the rudeness, the cruelty around,

The forcing, the hurting it seems to make us proud,

The agony, the pain and distress we see,

Are turning our tears into oceans and seas.

Among all the creations living on earth,

We humans are refined and intellect from birth,

Then why do we act as if devils have possessed,

Even though with all abilities we are blessed.

Why aren’t our abilities used for the good?

Why don’t we protect the animals in the woods?

Why can’t we bring smiles to our kind?

Why have our egotism made us blind?

Life can be more unpredictable as it can be,

If today we breathe, tomorrow our breath may cease,

Our smile this instant may in the next be a cry,

Yet choice to be harsh made me wonder why.

Is money or power our kind is seeking?

Greed and sadism has also been dominating,

But why don’t these people for once realise,

Its happiness they seek for nothing in compromise.

Killing and bloodshed can never make them happy,

Instead they will end up purely in agony,

It’s only good that can touch one’s heart,

Good and happiness, their lanes never part.

Do good, be good; think everything that’s good,

Happiness and peace will then remain where is should,

Every nook and corner of the world will smile,

Prosperity and happiness will begin to strive.

The entire world will not at once change,

This concept of good may be to them strange,

But a spark I suggest we can commence,

You and I can begin the difference.

                                                           

How i lived my dream

The sun was high and shining its light,

From among the trees it was out of my sight,

The heavy backpack I was carrying along,

Was denied gravity and so was testing my bones.

I had a stick with me to help me climb the slopes,

At times it took all my weight and raised my hopes,

A blend of joy and anxiety I felt abiding in me,

Helping me through all the obstacles I could imagine and see.

Chirping of the birds and smiling fresh pansies,

Running sounds of a creek were all from my fancies,

 I passed through a forest and a meadow I reached,

 To settle here, to my dream it was a breach.

Again I walked up those rocky slope trails,

Towards the peak of the mountain, without slowing my pace,

Finally I reached the spot that beckoned me all my life,

A small protrusion of land and above it was just the clear sky.

I rested my back pack and sat on the mud,

Inhaling in the air made me feel like a bud,

The freshness was deep and new to my lungs,

To add to the glory, here was this beautiful setting sun.

I quickly set my tent, as the night was coming,

A small fireplace I made, for heating and lighting,

I set it all up in a hurry for just a day I had,

To live my dream and cherish what I can.

When the night approached the scenery had changed,

There was this velvety night sky with sparkly diamonds attached,

In my dreams I saw this scenery a million times,

But none stood a chance in the one in front of my eyes.

I lay there relaxed on the bare muddy ground,

Gazing at these zillions of stars shining from beyond,

Though crickets and other insects tried breaking the silence,

The tune created was nothing but beyond perfection.

There was peace in the air and the perfect panorama to accolade,

Realizing this magical beauty, into sleep I slowly cascaded,

When I opened my eyes, I was lying in my bed,

‘Why am I here?’ I wondered in my head.

Soon enough I realized it was just my dream,

It wasn’t the first time I lived my fantasy in my sleep,

‘One day’ I thought as I relaxed myself in my head,

‘I will live my dream and wake up not on bed’.

Eternal love

I was sitting by the beach, gazing at the sea,

Watching the waves, run towards me,

With soft cold breeze, touching my face,

Playing with my curls and running away.

Dusk was the time and orange was the sky,

With shadows around, nothing felt more alive,

From one corner, the night crawled in,

And from the other, the day mixed in.

Magic in the air, while night and day paired,

I wonder why this magic, during the time they shared,

I realized it soon enough, a reason was there,

Their union in love was the magic in the air.

My thoughts took me to be one among the pair,

I felt their love touch me somewhere,

They wait for their beloved, every second of their lives,

And they embrace their love, when they unite.

For the hours and minutes of wait they do,

Their time in unity is pitiably few,

But still without a word of complain,

They wait for each other, deep in love like insane.

Their love started from the beginning of time,

I wonder how it flourished all this while,

Though decades and eras have passed away,

Not a nip of their feeling has slightly changed.

Extreme reveres are day and night,

Yet even though how do they not fight?

What makes them so deeply in love?

That even time could not bring a change in them.

The wait they do for each other in time,

Should be the reason, I slowly realize,

For they don’t have the time to complain and fight,

They embrace each other when they meet, every time.

How pure and earnest is this love I see,

I sense their love, spreading in me,

They loved each other from the beginning of time

And will continue to love for eternity in time.

An incomplete love

I am a ball of fire, living up in the sky.

I am called the sun, as I always shine.

I rise from the mountains and sets into the seas,

And throughout the day I touch all gazing me.

Since the time I remember, I did the same,

It was rising and setting and shining my rays.

But one day, it happened that she caught my eyes,

I was stunned and staring for the very first time.

In a green meadow of a garden I think,

I saw her stand there in red and pink,

Bright she looked, from the rest of the flowers

May be that’s why, she was isolated from other.

Her velvety red petals, with hues of pink,

I was at loss of words, and all I did was blink,

She smiled at me, with her head held high,

The feeling I had was, “That rose is mine!”

Every day I would, gawk at her smile,

With my rays I touch her, and watch her shine,

Nights were the time, I hated the most,

A second without her, made me feel lost.

But one day, as we exchanged our gaze,

We were disrupted by a cloud, turning gray,

I was shocked, stunned and angry at her,

Why wouldn’t she allow me to see my girl?

With thunders and lightning she screeched at me,

“ENOUGH OF HER, For once notice me!”

I was baffled and dazed for a second or so,

But then I declared “I love the rose more.”

With lifeless eyes, she stared at me,

In her eyes I could sense her agony,

Tears rolled as rain, from her inert eyes,

I felt her pain, but helpless was I.

For a second or so, I forgot my rose,

I touched her rain, to console her soul,

But as I touched her pained tear drops,

Like magic my rays were white no more.

Seven colours, appeared as a bow,

It showed my love, her agony and more,

My child, I thought this rainbow was,

I looked at the cloud but she was no more.

Flustered I turned back to my rainbow,

But to my shock, my child too was gone,

Back to my senses I searched for my rose,

But all I saw was her lifeless thorns.

I lost my child along with his mother,

And also my soul alongside my lover,

Lonely I felt deep down my heart,

But here I am, now doing my part.

A pained heart

I was a droplet of water living in the sea,

Frolicking through the waves passing me,

Blushing at the cold breeze that scuttle away,

Giggling every time it touches me.

I swam with the fishes and jumped with the dolphins,

Plunging myself deeper into the sea,

But every time, the waters pushed me back,

Murmuring, about my destiny.

I was the smallest it seems, the lightest in the team,

So they said I was not meant for the deep,

But for the sky, I was told to fly

And was destined to reach new heights.

Confused was I and wondering why,

Was I treated so very differently?

For I too was a droplet, a water droplet,

Then why was I meant for the sky?

Confused and in pain, I looked up in vain

To be astound by my new sight,

There was this blue space, spread in my gaze,

Bigger than anything I saw my whole life.

From the corner of my sight, something bright caught my eye

And I saw him there for the first time,

My yellow ball of fire, shining brightly as ever,

Filling me with feelings of love and desire.

I forgot my world, the confusion and the hurt,

Only he stood bright in my eyes,

For the very first time, I felt this was a sign,

And wanted to make him all mine.

As an answer to my prayers, I was engulfed in heat layers,

And suddenly I felt being light,

I was rising from the waters, to where my heart desires,

I was changing my form to pure white.

I was closer to him now, flying in this new form,

I could just gape at him all the while,

I gawked at him from very close by,

And waited for him during the nights.

But all of these feelings were mine alone,

For he never noticed me at all,

I did all I could that any loving soul would

But he was busy ignoring me besides.

Gloomy I became and sad in pain,

Anger filled my inside,

My pure white manes where now turning grey

For the agony growing inside.

My limits were reached, ENOUGH! I screeched,

I shouted at him with all my might,

My thunders and lightning caught his attention

And I saw him astound for the first time.

With a cold gaze he gave me, he rejected me bluntly,

And I stood there blankly in fright.

I changed my form, and did everything for him alone,

And now he dejected me without a thought.

I wasted my life; I wanted to be his wife,

But he pushed me away without a sigh,

 I exploded in pain, and my tears flew as rain,

Till I became a memory in time.

Hugh jackman

An attempt to draw my fav actor

The Gaze

I Wonder

This article isn’t particularly about anything but the thoughts that crawl through my mind. I wouldn’t denote myself a ‘thinker’ but yes, I love to think. Imagination is where everything begins. So, as I sat checking my whatsapp messages, I happened to come across an audio file send by my niece. It was a ‘shaayari’ or you could say a 3 to 4 line rhythmic rhyming poem where the matter is directly addressed. I am not much of a shaayari person but thought about listening to this one as my niece has my taste to philosophies. And I was right, this was different, as in this one gave me a topic to think about.

In this shaayari, the poet mentions that may be death is a very beautiful concept. So beautiful that anyone who sees it for the first time forgets all about life. And I kept wondering, what if the poet is true? We are taught since childhood that death is dark and the soul taker to be ‘Yam raj’! An obese gentle man with thick curly mustache and a pot belly. I remember mommy telling me that He is the most punctual and duty determined of all the creations and he would travel on a buffalo. But when I think about it now, what if it is an imagination? I mean, death is the end of life or in other words death is believed to be a darker side that comes after a beautiful phase called life, as we believe. So the person who imagined it gave this terrifying face to death and called it Yamraj. If we have to interpret it our way and taking into consideration the happenings around the world today what if we are already in the dark phase and death is an entrance to a much beautiful phase where there is no negativity? And may be to help us move on to next phase it isn’t this terrifying gentleman “yamraj” who would guide us but a beautiful vivacious lady with soothing calm voice, the  actual face of death? It can happen right? I was wondering..

As I thought, I saw a program on TV saying “Searching for aliens”. The anchor of the program is actually a researcher and is in search of proofs about alien existence. Isn’t it clear that aliens do exist? I mean, if you believe science to be true or even if you believe in ancient scriptures, both point to the existence of aliens. Scientifically, we are all taught that life existed on earth because of its distance from sun creating the perfect environment for life to begin. In that case, sun isn’t the only star existing in this universe but there are more than a zillion stars around us, in fact we are just a part of a galaxy called Milky Way that alone consists of more than a zillion stars. And it seems that there a zillions of such galaxies existing. If we take all that into consideration then we can say that probably each star will have their own set of planet systems as our solar system.  If that is so, wouldn’t there be planets which would be in a distance from their home star, favorable for life existence? We are not talking about another star but infinite stars and their planet systems. This is my justification to why I believe in alien existence. If history is what you believe in, then there are proofs of alien existence in Egyptian, Mayan and many such civilizations which they refer to as descending Gods in their scriptures.  So don’t you think the question should be something like “Does aliens visit earth often?” or “are alien technology more advanced than us?” rather than “does aliens exist?” As I thought about all this my imagination made in, its entry, leaving me to wonder that would there be a parallel earth in which there would another India and Bangalore and a Chanjal too watching this exact program as I am now? I wonder……

I tell you, imagination is so beautiful. You can think anything and everything you want with no limitations and rules. It might seem nonsense at times and at times it leaves you confused. I wonder if we were not humans we wouldn’t have this beautiful gift of God called imagination, right? There is a hindi song saying

“ Rab ne badi fursath se banaya hai tumhe”.

And I would say, yes, God has given all his time for creating us humans. We are absolute magic of nature. We are gifted with so beautiful abilities yet we ignore them all. Now a day most people are mere machines to make money, (laughs…) I know what you would be commenting now, “Yeah right! We’ll sit here imagining and die starving..” (..laughs) earning money is a necessity, I know, I do it myself but all I am saying is that in this rat race do take a moment to look at life. Appreciate your abilities because if you actually see, these inbuilt abilities we have, are much-much more effective than any man made entertainment.

I’ll better wrap this up here because my thoughts keep shifting from one thought to another.  Happy thinking every one! 

Beautiful

The stare

From the dark

staring at the world

more than words can say

In thoughts

sri ram unleashing his fearsome arrows

mahadev

The story of a beautiful friendship

Once upon a time there lived a rose alone in the gardens. She loved her garden but felt the pain of loneliness every time she woke. Whenever friendly flowers grew close to her, the gardeners would replant them away as to keep her unique. Unique was she but lonely. One day she chose to look at the sky and happened to see a smiling sun. For the first time she realized that she could possibly make friends beyond her kind. She bloomed back at the sun and her glorious shades of red caught the sun's eye who chose to be her friend. Every Morning, the sun would wake her up with his delicate morning rays and she would bloom most beautifully with all her charm. Days passed and best friends they became, friends that complimented each other the most. But the skies had another choice to make. They envied their friendship and decided to have the sun on their own. Clouds formed and covered the sun as the sun tried beaming every possible rays to his best friend, but in vain. Not seeing her friend for long, the rose stopped blooming. She searched for him at every nook and corner of the sky. Days passed and the winds and clouds were harsh on her. Slowly she started to wither in distress and pain. Soon enough she was no more. Seeing their friendship come to an end, the clouds chose to move away from the sun. As the sun shone harder for days as he searched for her everywhere he realized she was gone. Until one day he saw a new rose bud spawn in her place. A beginning of a new friendship and thus continued the change of seasons.

Yuvika’s mamma

Last year was a huge year for me. I would say so because I learnt a few more things as a mother and also could live a “working woman’s life”.  Last year with a whole lot of enthusiasm I joined my daughter’s school as a teacher. It was a very beautiful experience. I could meet and know 35 new children and soon did we bond quite well too. I still do miss them now but I wouldn’t say I regret taking the decision to resume my home maker tag.

One thing I learnt about being a mother is, no matter how big your child becomes there will never be a time when they wouldn’t need you. I say so because last year this was one among the points I gathered to become a working mother. I thought she is 5 years old, and I will be working in her school so rather than missing me, I would be around her so she wouldn’t miss me at all. So I misconstrued it to be a win-win situation. But every time I returned from school what I saw were her eyes searching for my attention when I would be busy with my own homework. She would then slowly stand beside me intending to spend time with me after which, I suppose, but I would on the contrary yell at her saying, “Yuvi! Either finish your home work if you have any or go watch cartoon, DON’T DISTURB ME!”  I wouldn’t say that I didn’t see her becoming sad then, but I ironically do admit that I didn’t mind ignoring it as I thought my work was more important at the point. And when thinking about it now, I didn’t realize that every time I was being appreciated at school for my work, it was actually gained at the cost of my daughter’s happiness. But practically speaking I was physically there with her after school hours, and she didn’t have much to learn at home so that part of my requirement wasn’t there either. I made sure she had all her meals on times, her all physical needs were met. But I wasn’t mentally there with her for the entire year last year and she was taking it bad.

At school, I would caress my children when they became sad and appreciate at the simplest improvement they showed, but at home I preferred ignoring my child for my career gains. My children’s parents called me a “motherly teacher” while in real, I was failing at my role as a mother. I didn’t realize all these at that moment until one day God decided to show me my mistakes. As I cared for my children at class, my daughter was also blessed with a loving caring mother like teacher. She always taught her set of children morals and lessons of life besides the academy. May be that would be why Yuvi did not spoil in the one year I ignored her. One day , her madam, walked up to me and asked  what my daily schedules were . Initially I was a little confused on why does she want to know my routine, but very proudly poured in all my work routine believing that I am doing the best I can do. After listening to my entire words, she asked me, “Chanjal, do you know you child misses you?”  I was like “Misses me? How… I mean why? I am always there with her, at school, at home…..??? I don’t get it.”  She simply smiled and told me that she had asked her class about their parents the previous day and my daughter being one among the most reserved child in the class replied so, “I love my mamma. She does scold me for my bad doings but I know she does so because she loves me.  But now, Mamma is so busy that I can only see her running around. She doesn’t sit with me or play with me anymore. So papa plays with me after office. I think she loves her class children more now. May be they listen to her very well.” Honestly speaking, when I heard this, I was lost. I didn’t hear another word anyone said. I did realize then that I have officially become a bad mother now.

That was my wake up call. And I changed, from the exact day on wards I made sure that as soon as I came home I would hold her and share my whole day with her. And when she slept at night I was on my school work. My performance at school did deteriorate from then though, but no one complained. Gradually due to this unhealthy routine of mine my health began complaining and finally at the end of the academic year, I resigned. It was painful and joyous at the same moment to do so. A huge lesson I learnt, I must say. All, our children want is love, attention, a feeling they are important to us. They need to know that! All the other of their necessities can be met with alternatives except for your love! No one can give them your share of love. And no matter big they become, they will always seek your love if you constantly give them. Hope you realize your mistake too, if you are doing any.. ..

A Goul or a lady?

Hi everyone! I was wondering I had always shared with you my point of views, my opinions and such so why don’t I share a few of my “spooky” experiences this time. Here goes.

I was in my 10^th and my board exams were on. With only 1 more day to go for my Science exam I was engrossed in my books loosing track of time.  While I was recollecting all the diseases caused by malnutrition and its cures, the clock interrupted me, striking 3 in the morning. “God! Its 3 already!”  I thought. It didn’t scare me though, as I was used to these long hour studies since my 5^th STD. “Enough for today, I do have a day more to go” alleviating myself so, I closed my books and kept all my stationeries in place. Since childhood I was scared of darkness and so my papa fixed a dimmer on the bedroom light which I always made sure to be at its max while I went to sleep. I and my brother shared a room. As I saw my brother lying on bed snoring through his sleep, I lied on the bed, prayed to God and was all set to go to my la-la land. The room, in which we slept, had photographs of lord Krishna whom we worshipped, right at the entrance of our room. I was all ready on the bed and as I pulled my blanket covering myself till my shoulders, I saw a lady next to our worship place. She was looking at Krishna’s photograph with her hands in gesture saying Namaste, her eyes were filled with love or devotion or whatever you may call it and she stood there as if she had forgotten about the world.  She was gorgeously very fair and she had jet black curly hair till her hips that was dripping as if she had just had a dip in the waters. She was wearing a light off brown skirt covering her torso till her knees but exposing her shoulders and skin seemed as butter. In the light of the bright crème bedroom light just above her, she glowed very godly like a Goddess. I was not scared for moment because I was rather confused on where I was. The second I reckoned that this woman is no one I know and she is the one who is in the wrong place, chills ran through my spin. I could really feel some sort of electricity running through my entire body. I was lying there on the bed staring at this gorgeous lady in my room and I did not know what to do. Suddenly, in the compulsion to make an action, I gathered all my strength and decided to face her. Without thinking, I sat on my bed throwing my blanket away and asked in a shivering bold voice, “Who is it?” .The next moments that happened, were nothing like I ever experienced till date. The lady in my room, still not bothered of anything around her, slowly, rather very slowly stated to become vague. After a few seconds I could see though her as if she was some sort of holographic image. Within a few more seconds she was gone! Completely gone! Chills again ran through me, I wanted to call out my parents who were in sound sleep just beyond the hallway. But this time, I couldn’t make a sound. With no other option and fear sprouting in me, I somehow gathered my voice to call them out. I just called them once and maybe it was the fear in my voice that both ma and pa came running into my room. I narrated the entire incident to them, shivering. Even though my parents tried consoling me that it was just a hallucination I had, I could see my parents looking around as if they believed in what I saw.  Calling my brother, we all that night slept together in ma-pa’s room. But next day everyone acted normal and days went on smoothly till one day, years after this incident I again met the same lady in another weird situation. That story I’ll narrate may be next time. Bye. Stay safe!