Ask the dust

I loose my mind in a glimpse,
Love with a blank head and open heart.
In the time of the Butterflies,
Dreams fly high up in the sky.

She said - Forget your internal strife and your reason!
Believe in destiny and I did.
I was in the peace and a state of happiness.
And I was only thinking that she did not ask for my life.

"Why and what happens to me? "
I quoted a prose to answer this mystery.
"Ask the dust on the road and the falling leaves, ask the mysterious God of life; for no one knows such things."
Then, I smiled.

She gave me nothing,
Yet, all worries she took away
Only shared her presence for few moments.
I thanked her out of sheer joy.

She laughs at my dreams,
I dream about her laughter.
Within my heart,
a secret blossoms where dreams may go.

To thine own self be true

Have you ever seen from the top of mountains to the valley and other peaks across or enjoyed never ending boundaries of ocean from the shores. They are irresistible and fascinating view binder. They give us the glimpse into the infinite.

Me

Life is born out of love.
All life is a progression, one moment inspiring the next and so on.
Live with love.

Failure, I love this term.
Carve for success and failure will follow you.
Live without care for past or future.

Enjoy the present in every aspect of life.
Try to put extra effort and everything slip out of hands.
Be effortless and natural.
In a moment, you will learn to love or love to learn.

Be a rebel, not to escape present.
Be a rebel, not by the desire to prove yours mettle in front of others.
Be yourself and do what you love,
You will become a rebel.

Go towards the inclination that you love.
Leave the security and Risk the life.
Lifestyle will change and style in life will come.
Live in the infinite...

My World

“I am ok, you are ok, the system sucks”.

This is the world that surrounds me.

Why do so many Indians put up with mediocrity and aren’t even embarrassed by this? F Easier, I suppose, to ignore the boos. Few may be frustrated but exception proves the rule.

I cannot tell you how annoying those “patriotic” types are, that applaud everything mediocre India offers ranging from Bollywood to the IITs, and get upset when you don’t appreciate what is “made” in India. And Icing in the cake comes when they justify each sub standard quality with the phrase TII (This is India).

The root cause of dearth of maverick rebel in India is: (1) Educational institutes are too inefficient to encourage an individual (2) Family & Society has such a crushing hold on people who want to build their own institutions and inspire others with success stories.

Good Intention is ok, Debate is necessary, but both are not sufficient, MUST be followed by action. Debate is powerful and often the initiator of action (which might be undertaken by a subset).

Dear Readers : Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.

Meri Udaan

Ek Udaan Kab Talak Yun Kaid Rahegi
Rokon Na Chodh Do Ise,
Ek Udaan Hi Sapnon Ko Zindagi Degi
Sapnon Se Jodh Do Ise.

Purani Dalilo Rasmo Ko Sabhi
Abhi Se Kahe Alvida,
Badaltey Dino Ke Tariko Se
Seeche Hum Naya Gulsita.

Stanzas Written in Dejection on the Roof

एक अधुरा अरमान, उड़ते हुए कई ख्वाब !

बादलों में घुलते सितारे, सन्नाटे में चीरती निगाहें |


धुएँ में घुला जा रहा हूँ

आसमान से गिरती बूँदों में जला जा रहा हूँ,

अपने अस्तित्व पर प्रश्नचिन्ह करता हूँ

जीवन के यथार्थ को छिन्न भिन्न करता हूँ |


ठंडी हवाओं में उड़ जाना चाहता हूँ

शून्य में विलीन होने की संभावना देखता हूँ,

हर एक काश के साथ राख हुए जा रहा हूँ

एककीपन में मृत्यु का स्पंदन किये जा रहा हूँ |

---Himanshu Rai

This poem is dedicated to all those who understand illusion of the life and search for meaning in the death. I want to fly away like smoke in the infinite. I suspend all types of blogging, social networking and reading activities !!!

I stop for while

Its like a drug
I fall into the abyss
The time ticks on slowly
I fear to be hit by the bottom

Fear grows in me deep
To be hurt at any moment
Dark fathom awaits me
I want to stop for while

A will to survive inside heart
Logic prevails for the death
The beauty has long gone now
Alone awaits ego in the journey

No reason to live now
And I fall into the abyss.

Two Poems

1- When mind speaks :-

Condemn me
You will know the weak points in my thinking.
Let the mind open to ideas
Let heart be open to love.
I will write and speak words
Let myth and logic guide me home
I am on the journey of life
A lone ranger deep inside

Surreal and dreams are intertwined
Comfort is the zone of mind
The heart transcends all boundaries
The border of origin and faith be fallen
Hoax of god should over now
This prank is making me schizophrenic
Identity crisis rises again and again
Let there be end of this elliptical loop of suffering
Let I be reborn or embrace the death !
Alas, nothing changes in passing moments.

2- When heart speaks: -

O Baran (Rain in persian) ! tu kahan hai ?
My eyes are thirsty for you
Waiting for the shower of love
Yah ek tadptaa hua aashiyaan hai.

O hawa! tere rah mein dekhoon
Want to smell the earth after the rain
To become mad in that fragrance
Kitne paloon se tera intezaar hai.

O Minnale (Thunderblot in tamil) ! tu ek jhalak de de
Want to lose identity in our union
I saw beloved in the mirror of clouds
Zindagi mein sohbat yaar ki kara de.

Whisper from the past

I bewilder between fantasy and mundane,
I forsake the love left behind by me,
Realizing what the true love was.

Today, a word never to be spoken is heard,
Tinge of innocence is lost in making love,
A bond is forged by warmth of her bosom.

A beat that my heart skipped in love,
A moment of life is lost in the void,
I hear murmur of the heart.

I don't know

I don't know
How to say goodbye to mother,
Each time eyes become wet and tear rolls on the cheek.

I don't know,
How to express love to father,
Just lips are sealed each time in front of him,
Wishing to give him a hug one day.

I don't know,
how to tell your feeling of loneliness to sister,
when she will be gone to her new home after marriage...

A poets life

My first poetry was a innocent smile,
While learning to stand beside my mother's lap.
Capturing scattered beauty of nature in my soul,
Lost in transition were mine early days.

Romancing Keats and whispering Shelley,
That was my teen ,yesterday.
Quoting Wilde & murmuring Dylan
A poet was nourishing in me day by day.

I am not a poet of the fall or spring,
Neither pursuit a big achiever's dream.
Just wanna be happy man with the shirts,
This will be me as a poem down the years.

Eternal Feeling of a Moment

Devoid of all emotions,an empty heart at last;
Not a tinge of nostalgia,only quantum of solace.
Falling apart into unknown,may be darkness or light,
Finding myself engraved in the abysses.
Numb,excited are words of past life,
Me blessed or cursed by eternal loss of sensation.


Embraced by wind, earth,water and fire;
Yet,soul untouched by divine love.
Hollowness creeps around my shadows,
Mysticism of non existent just held me together.
Born to kiss the lips of the death,
Oh,cheers or mourn for doomsday.

On partition

एक आग का दरिया बहा

लकीरें खिंच गए मादरे-वतन पे

उजाड़ ले गए आंधी एक गाँव को

वीरान सा पड़ा,धड़कता रह दिल.

बँट गया कारवां,वक़्त के मार से

मातम मनानें के लिए आंसू भी ना निकले

अब तो यादें धुन्धुलाते हुए आती हैं..

एक मुस्कराहट देखे ज़माना हो गया !!

This poem is dedicated to Qurat-ul-Ain Haider .

Mirror

O mighty mirror,
Who never do error,
Reveals inside character,
Gives life a new color;

Seeking for the truth around us,
Searching to the boundaries of mind;
Never we dare to look with close view,
To face the truth or image of us in it.

Reflects our soul to us,
Not mirage of our false hopes;
And us becoming victims and accused,
By judging our-self in frame of reality.

Stand by me

When night is dark,

Silence rules the world.

A chill breeze surrounding you

Alone in woods, just stand by me.

When going gets tough,

Feeling constraint in crowded worlds.

Uncomfortable in passing moments and place,

Beneath the open sky, stand by me.

Not always solitude is blessing,

Sometimes haunting as a curse.

Remember cherishing memories of the past,

Just wish a smile and stand by me.

Curbed by sorrows, lost in gloom

Lights of hope fading in hearts;

Just come to me, refresh your soul

Beside my grave, stand by me.

Redemption

Revive,O! mighty man.

Going nowhere ,but to decay.

Look at the lonely moon,

Having dark patches at its heart,

Shining in the gloomy night

Enlightened your soul with its ray.

Living in downtrodden state

Falling unconsciously from heights

Fading your hopes to rise

Walking to narrow lanes of mistrust

Crawling, crumbling by the hands of greed,

Surrounded by its own long shadows.

On the wings of hope, rise like a phoenix

Burn the past in ashes, row against the hatred.

Start a era with the light of hope.

And open your eyes on new dawn.

Illumination

What a web, life becomes !

Me hanging between two worlds,

One pure work of art

Other a junkyard of materials.

Disillusioned by the senses at this time,

Walking on both the paths.

Poundring the whole heart in one,

And sacrificing mind in another.

Unable to hear voice of soul,

Lying on the banks of hopelessness.

No religion, no friends & no love

So lonely in the crowded world.

Wanting to paint new lines,

On the canvas of dull life.

Arise a sun of light and hope,

Wanna be at horizion of brightness,

To find a path chosen by me only,

Far from rush to way of self-contention.

Supressed

Too see a world, born half dead,

Living with suppressed soul,

Not a worth to be called human,

But surrounding us with foul hearts.

No passion for the life,

No hope of the death;

They are everywhere between us,

With world appearing them as hell

Their black eyes give the depth of pain,

Consciousness lies beneath in the chains.

Not having the feel of liberty,

Every moment passing in vain.

Fight to live, live to earn

Just to get a piece of bread.

Truth & beauty are words of fake

Eternally born for the grave

Where is god of enlightenment?

So cruel, taking grudges on these men;

Weak & timid, they have become,

Always like a foot ridden sand

Hope been there in some eyes,

Someday one can hear their heart's voice.