Thursday, 16 April 2015

ख्याल

मजबूरी एक ऐसी चिड़िया है जिसने बड़े से बड़े महारथियों को धूल चटा दी। कभी कभी मुझे लगता है के कार उठाऊँ और कहीं दूर घूमने चला जाऊं। पहाड़ मुझे हमेशा से पसंद रहे हैं। जंगल और पहाड़। बचपन के दिनों में पहाड़ी जंगलो से गुज़रते हुए मुझे हमेशा ऐसा लगता था के मैं यहीं बस जाऊं। एक पहाड़ी शिकारी, जंगलो में रहता, शिकार करता, खाता पीता, मस्त रहता।

ज़िन्दगी की बेड़ियां आप के सपनो पर पेशाब कर देती हैं। आप के सपने बस सपने रह जाते हैं। आपकी बचपन की वो चाहत, बरसात की बूंदों के बीच खेलना और दीवाना हो जाना, ये सारी चीज़े भीड़ में कहीं खो गयी हैं। आप को अच्छा लगे या न लगे ज़िन्दगी आगे बढ़ती रहेगी। आप बढ़ें या न बढ़ें।

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Enraged #1







RIP

I could see her face in the half unzipped body-bag which was being carried out of the building. Apparently she had fallen flat on the her face after slipping on the banana peel and her brain had drained out of her nose. How can this happen, i don't know. She was a good and religious woman, in the habit of praying daily. She used to feed pigeons daily in her balcony and also provided them water in a little container, but now the little container that contained her brains had cracked and the pigeon of her soul had flown away to the almighty she prayed everyday to.

I couldn't help feeling sorry for her but then again, she had gone somewhere more peaceful so I decided to let it go. There was much police in the building, and the lifts were busy so I decided to take the stairs. Climbing stairs to the 10th floor is not an easy job especially if you are a chain-smoker since high school but somehow I am able to achieve this feat. My lungs were ready to burst and my heart was thumping like the heavy engine of my friend Avi's new second hand motorcycle. As soon as I open the lock and enter my room I realized that I had forgotten to buy milk. No coffee today, as I realized, my sorrow for the dead religious lady increased manifold. I believe that a caffeine deprived brain is a thousand times more capable of feeling sorrow  than a normal brain.

My apartment is not very big, the kitchen is the name of a rack in the room itself, and the bath barely has a place to stand. Good thing is that I get a balcony where I can sit and watch the traffic and people, and smoke my time away. On long lonely nights I sit in the balcony watching the string of cars traveling to their destinations, and people crawling the road like insects, on bad days I feel like spraying insecticide on them, or sometimes running their faces over with my car, but unfortunately I do not have car.

I was lying on my moderately comfortable bed when I started feeling hungry. I was sad by the demise of my pious neighbor, but as the elders say, life stops for no one. I decide to order samosas and coffee and in an automatic impulse I pick up my phone and order my food. I switch on the TV and was relieved to see that, my favorite TV series will only start after half an hour, when my samosas would've reached.
Finally, I hear the door bell and rush towards the door. After taking my packet and paying to the delivery guy, I make myself comfortable on my bean bag. The show had started. I dedicated my first samosa to the lady who passed away. Crunch!

Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Unfittest...

As we survive
Among the ruins
Hope is what we feed on
And it keeps diminishing
Love as a resource
Is getting scarce
And will to survive is eating up friendships
I can see your smile
And i see you want to look friendly
As you try to hide a loaded pistol behind your robes
We are hiding animals behind our masks of humanity
And rules of the jungle are prevalent in disguise
I would die and you would kill
A life would be lost anyway
But i don’t think it matters as much as I think
Cause people die everyday

Reminder of a part of soul

Remains of broken promises
Spread along the sea of sorrows
Limitless love crashes on the rocks of worldly boundaries
Breaks apart and shatters like pearls of a broken necklace
The pictures of melting ice on the hot skin
And a reminder of fragrance of sweat
Wonderful play of memories
Playing in a loop
Edge of the bed looks so empty
And emptiness of the chambers of the heart
Meaningless longing of the stupid soul
As the mind realizes the mathematics of the world

Underwater wizard

Underwater wizard plays with the fishes,
As a yellow submarine captures a renegade,
The bubbles burst leaving a faint aroma of vanilla,
And the mermaid’s scent is like lime and roses,
The wizard is a connoisseur of mermaid love,
The oyster shell bra is left as a memento,
And the love is etched on the coral reefs.

Celestial sanity....

Celestial madness
In the realm of emptiness,
The angels descend on the bones of fallen heroes,
The return of the Shiva
And his dance of rage,
While the destruction of universe,
Creates new forces of creation,
The energy pervades the matter,
And the soul pervades the body,
The life pervades the nature,
And madness gives rise to a never before sanity.

QnA

Q. Was religion only invented to control uneducated masses?

A. World was always a violent place. We (probably) used to be (and are) flesh eating monkeys and thus needed violence to fulfill our needs. Violence for food, violence for choosing a mate. As we evolved, tribes were formed, and each tribe had specific set of rules to keep it together. Then one person realized that he can manipulate people with his stories, religion was born. And until religion remains, world is still a jungle.

Q. "If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing." 1 Corinthians 13

What do you think the words 'prophecy' and 'faith' mean in this context?

A. Prophecy here may be the skill of having enough knowledge to predict the results, and faith may be the confidence (if not in ourselves then in something outside and bigger than us), which is required if the work is greater than our ability. And if religion is telling things like this, i do not think it is bad for humanity (if everybody chooses to love instead of getting forced to)

उफान

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