Sunday, 8 June 2014

HELDIN

I had heard about the city long time back through the tongues of human...,perfect world don't exist and  being  erudite as me cannot be deceived, but for the first time as I enter the magnificent gate I was astonished , not by the gate but the beauty beyond, for the moment I was confused , awestruck ,is my eyes deceiving me?... no beauty in the world could be compared it was a paradise indeed. I stepped on the clear road with not even a tint of dust and I saw people starring at me ... for a moment  i thought may be because  I was a new  to the  city but  as the  walked number  of starry eyes multiplying ....i looked at myself and them  again and again and again ..footwear!  a small boy  shouted and I just noticed my footwear  had been under action of wear and tearas  a result of long journey.
I ran faster than the wind with accelerating speed  ,searching for a footwear store  , thank god ! I got one, as I entered I  was almost covered by a beauties, one of them  took me with her ,soon after I saw myself amidst a range of  footwear  she asked me which one ,I had no answer  believe me  it was more tougher to choose shoes then to answer  whom do I love more mother  or father ,because  you know if you say you do love your mother  your  father will be disheartened but somehow your parents knows you love them equally so , you won’t  regret your answer. But as of now I, have to choose   not between two or three but among  thousands  ,I made  three rounds looking at everything  helplessly  and finally I  decided  I went  to the center of room ,closed my eyes and pointed in one direction  and I choose a yellow one , yellow eh! I said to my hostess yes! my dear sir ,
                                Yellow, yellow my dear fellow
                                 Color of sun the strength
                                 Color of deep grasses in the shallow
                                  Intricate pattern, finest golden thread
                                  Blended with expertise hand..
                                  Its nothing but,
                                Kings, emperors wear....

Really ?  I will take it, when I came out ,every inch of my body perspired, the price my god  seriously activated  whole of my cells as  if  someone asked  me to climb Mt.Everest in a day .But I just remembered its a kings wear so, its fine. As I  walked in the  city I saw everyone reading, writing,painting shopkeeper,gatekeeper,kids...its great .I mean I like it but everything seems so silent ,peaceful...
As the day ended  ,the flashing light street light, the  melodious cacophony  created a enchanting   atmosphere ,somebody suggested me   to go to cliff  egre   place were  we can get the best view  of city ,after a long hours  walking  against the cold  north wind   I saw it the city  finally. I looked up at the stars I counted the stars  ,but I could  see more stars  in the city .The cold wind blew  but I was lost in  the moment looked at my  footwear  I wondered  whether  kings and emperors really do wear  this footwear, it’s not bad I means its good much better than the one I do normally but... its fine its over I thought and suddenly I  heard    a heavy breath   getting near and near at a moment I thought it be a monster but monster didt seem realistic may be a man eater ....everything assimilated in each of my body  got disintegrated ,  and suddenly I heard hey! Pull me up!...then vividly I saw a had raising \ near my feet ,I jumped then I dont know suddenly I pulled  a  shadow perhaps.Thanks! I was just climbing this cliff but suddenly I  lost the grip thanks ....this is amar yours? my name is....leave it who cares..thanks and next moment shadow  was gone....

Did I  just dream?    Was   it a ghost  ?    befallen   angels ?angels? it doesnt seem  realistic, god save me ? I began to  make myself small as possible  I wish  I could vanish that very instant, but  I  know this thing wont happen, I ran fast as I could, my footwear  for god knows was a hinder ,I had to pull it off ,and  run. I  got a cab and  went to search for a  place to sleep, I knew I had limitations in terms of finance so, I opted for something cheaper. I walked in the city along the pathways ,avenues, were to I know not, its like  I left every thing in the hands of god. Finally I  saw a  small   tunnel , I decided to  spent my night there.Night was creepy , I saw no one , I closed my eyes and I dont know  I  felt as if I had a great night. I love sleeping  not because it soothes thine body ,but because this is something am good at webbing dreams  , great people dream ,so do I .....




Saturday, 29 March 2014

HELDIN

'contd....

people beside being great musician are logophile,their love for words are so profound that even the normal conversation is  quite poetic ....years before i remember on my way to silbouaplait , i  met one  silbouaplaitian   who seemed introvert,  while walking in woods ,we were met by a feeble wind  .we sat under the tree to rest ...i decided to take a nap but i found that man lost ..,lost in his world..i wondered and asked ..then he replies

                      the winds blowing from west....
                      palpates the beautiful leaves...
                      and tree dances on rhythm of wind...
                      soothing travelers eyes...
                      when it touches my beautiful sweetheart...
                      blows her hair .....
                      more her beauty glows ...
                      as if her hair dances over ....
                      captivate my souls, far beyond my reach....

wow, i was awestruck, seriously i never noticed it ,and for moment i wondered  about this man ,i never thought he could say that so beautifully,  especially from man  who seems so cold.Out of curiosity i just asked how can do this ?do this in the sense umm....? so fast?  now with biggest curve on his face he said, we learned it ,learned ?,"observe ,compare,feel..........'words are beautiful,just make it expressive'..".that last line caught me "make it expressive",and now with biggest smile over my face i can say i do play with words though am not well versed in it....

                              white,blue,white and blue
                              walls facing content eyes..
                              empty room,empty table
                               round full,round and full
                             food makes my tummy full..
                          in empty room ,in empty table

this one is the recent of my writings.thanks to that man he motivated me..
                             
                   
                                 
                             
           

Saturday, 8 March 2014

HELDIN

"THIS IS A BRAVE STORY ......IT  HAS WARS,LOVE,SACRIFICE, VILLAIN....AND A MAIN  PROTAGONIST ..........IS SAME YET DIFFERENT"

Blood sheds ,lifeless  body , dusty atmosphere, concoction of sound -pain,anger,hatred,fear , filled this land ....The land of king optius .

 "sil-bou-splait."   the country known in all the world as country of peace,Ruled by the legendary heroes i.e his father the late king schedulus,his great grandfather the late king lebles  whom optius is proud of  being the 23 years in line. "sil-bou-splait  is my heart , you my people are my soul" ,this is how he always addresses his people, but after that he goes like... i had chicken in the breakfast today,yes!chicken my cook pituro brought it for me,he then grins and searches for piturio his cook from corner of his eyes, then after sometimes if he cant get him he calls like a insane man pituro ! pituro ! ....untill his chief soldier  in command gets pituro...and he  then starts addressing pituro .This is pituro my cloth ,he is strong,intelligent,faithfull and....er....he thinks and then people all over says brave...ahh..yes! thank you my fellas..and hugs pituro...and then continues  this man ..seriously this man makes me increase one pound everytime i eat his meal..and now am of 200 pounds i.e in  one year i  have gained 40 pound ...and seriously my queens loves me the way i look  hahahaha....then people follows by hahaahh.....then he continue with lunch .., his queen and then dinner till bed....then again ends with  "sil-bou-splait  is my heart , you my people are my soul"...this wasn't a normal routine if it was so then the people would have stopped working because it takes a whole day to listen and by now every one knows about the kings speech by heart,because its the same speech all the time just that his weight figures is changing  ...increasing  the concern for physicians  because the king is just  4ft 9 inches tall.....The king have good humor don't he? 

 The rules was what makes the 'silbousplait'  appealing  than rest of world.Because it have no rules yes! no rules .The whole country follows one philosophy in THE THREE OATH

                    "TAKING THINGS  THAT'S NOT YOURS IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH"
                    "LYING  WILL MAKE YOU DUMB"
                    "YOU FIGHT YOU GET KILLED"
                  
so when anybody  attains an age of 12 the are made to take vows of  "  The Three oath". And for the  convenience  "THE THREE OATH " are to painted or written on every door in the country even the palace doors, no rules is a Utopian concept that may not seem realistic but  here in "silbousplait" it works.the last incident anybody found guilty was a  man name halous who was found  lying  and sadly his tongue was cut off that was about  five years back. Anybody wishing to see his tongue can  visit "the museum of criminal" were still now halous tongue is preserved in a glass beneath which a stone carved with "LYING WILL MAKE YOU DUMB":-Mr halous.

king optius and all his attendants love arts especially the art of dancing.and the king himself is one of the best belly dancer people all over the country come to see him do belly dancing.The queen herself is no less  ..no wonder they are perfect match .The walls of everyone well decorated,the rooms well  furnished,as a day break everyone goes to their works well as night falls lavish and exquisite meals fills every table music, dance everywhere. As the moon is at brightest at midnight  a traveler passing by cannot pass by without having a second glace over this city, like a diamond vibrant it shines
                                                                                                                                             contn..

Tuesday, 18 February 2014

BREATHLESS

                                                
The sight that fills…
the eyes that twinkle…
the heart that flutters……
like a, traveler in a deserted land ,finds water…
the weary eyes sees a person long forgotten…….
Like a autumn wind blowing the leaves…..
Thou love that shines….
Deep rooted ,deep seated……
Somewhere thy cant find
May be ones soul……
Person unknown…, unbound to it…
Atrociously denies its presence…..
For a person who feels…
Knows the best……
Life is a or-gamy….
Whether its west or north winds…..
The flight that test….
One’s soul….
For the fact lies…..
Today or tomorrow…
All we need is …..
Happily ever after….



A Fairy tale that never ends……
AS I see him now……
A visage that distinguishes….
The tongue that chatters…..
All in one remain breathless….!
Maybe he is the one ..
Who makes me BREATHLESS……..

Monday, 17 February 2014

just an inch away

                                             

underneath the same sky,where me and my shadow lie.....
miles away does he....
under  the sparkling stars,shinning moon...
all that  sunken eyes seek's....
pleasure ,happiness he finds in it ......
barren land his bed............
with nothing on .............
still he sleeps in  peace.....
And here i lay.......
 feathery soft bed,woolen blanket .........
to  cover self.....yet!
sleep seems miles, miles, away............

As Mr,sun calls for the day .......
For me,For him the calling is all the same....
my sleepy eye's lay blank....
But he,far away sets...
sanguinely for the day....
for i search happiness in unrealistic  material.....
still unhappy i lay....
But he contended with pebbles,rocks on shore.....
smiles,laugh ...happiness in and out...


Anger ,jealousy,hatred,envy...
Fills and kills the goodness of my soul
awake, but still asleep...
full daylight yet! in dark
pretending convening in darkness i lay....
but in land miles miles away..
i see him...
Goodness of soul reaching bliss...
whose sincerity,acceptance,joy of living his Armour...
killing the darkness...
In dark sky ,like a moon he shines...
 beautiful ,elegant,confidence he stays..

piano,bass, flute................
harmoniously blended creates an enchanting music...
listening ,closing my eyes ,i hear.....
Yet!fails to calm the tempest of my soul......
chirping birds,whispering tree,buzzing bees....
with perfectly blended nature's scent...
whimsical his soul..
no regret, no expectation he lay.......
peaceful as a clear sea..

Admist all happiness,unhappy i lay...
Admist all unhappiness,smile on face he stays...
For everything different ..Yet! the same..
Under same blue sky we shove....
same sun that  wakes the lazy souls....
brevity  lies the same...
and as death calls....
everything get over...
suddenly i see him...
lying next to me.....
Just an inch away.............

Sunday, 16 February 2014

past is important

                                     

 you  say , forget past ......
 sorry i cant.....
words describes action the best....
not the feelings ...
feelings of a shattered dream,unrequited love...
the tales of broken heart...
the past is what made me who i m now...
strong,free,visioned,focused...
all that person need to be....

you say,focus on future...
sorry i cant...
intricate feelings that mesmerized ..
the  heart,of a hot blooded soul...
to get nothing ,yet lost all
for which,the tears that  fills..
on the eyes that once twinkled...
forgetting seems insane...
dumb stuck by action i lay...


past do matter....
sometimes it don't....
bringing out best in you ....
like a phoenix one may rise...
yet! as the past knots the living soul...
unleashing seems harder....
destruction of oneself seems easier....
accept  the past ,focus on future..
live in present ...
EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR GOOD:)






Sunday, 9 February 2014

THE DAY IN A YEAR

                                   
chirping birds that flaunts over the morning dawn...
whimpering bushes to furious roaring stream that flows....
creating acoustic morning alarm....
falling rain that fills dry land long forgotten..
tapping near the window..
waking a lazy soul.....
suns warmth that kills the long winter y cold...
as the heat reaches my tiny feet...
alas!i lose  and wake up in cold winter y day....
clock strike...,
seconds turn into minutes hour followed by....
until  the blue carpet of my love shove....
rhythmic symphony of dogs howl....
virtual life a tales of human miseries,agonies,brevity lies in front of my eyes.....
as calmness of night fills with invisible joy or a sadness nothing to do with myself.....
a sheer waste of time  still.....
mind that controls habituated seeks it....
as  the rounding clock alarms....
dreamy eyes faces ,wall  "a secret holder".
revealing the truth to thing lifeless...
the tempest mind calms down...
thus i close my weary eyes....
preparing to go.....
land far beyond....
were m the king ....
GOODNIGHT....

melancholia


                                                 

shaping dreams, shaping lives.....
living admist yes and nos,do's and dont....
times goes on...
leaving nothing but .....
memories to cherish ....
memories to regreat....
nothing last forever ....
a fact that i knew...
reality rested on a peak of lies....
judging myself ....
as if something might change...
convincing myself ...
as if everything is great...
introspection myself getting hard...
more i realize more lonesome it feels....
laughter with no happiness.....
smile with tears within me...
walking alone ad mist group...
music brings no joy...
dancing  gives no pleasure
seriously...i got it...
 the call of "melancholia"