Have heard ten thousands love songs,
Before writing this one.
Have written a hundred sad songs,
To save this last happy one.
You can’t be a beautiful dream,
Dreams break.
You can’t be a tender flower,
Flowers dry.
I can’t promise to be forever,
Even I have to die.
But yes I can try to be with you,
As long as I am alive.
To express my love, I can’t
Make tall claims, invent new words.
I have loved you for so long, now
How do I put those times in words?
Love makes us shed tears,
When happy or when sad.
I would have known you liked this song,
If your eyes cried, but heart still smiled.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Caged, Arent We!!!!?
Sometimes it’s hard to see which side of the cage we are in. And it’s harder to understand if we are actually on the better side of the cage. But we are all caged nonetheless. Cages come in different sizes and shapes. Some we build around ourselves and some built by the society which we volunteer to get into. And all we ever do is perpetually shift from one cage to the other as the days go by.
Don’t believe me? Go on continue reading.
We are all ambitious. Aren’t we? We need our houses big and relationship ties little. Based on how much our hard work comes to us in terms of money, we buy ourselves a house which we put all our heart and soul into beautifying it and making it cozy nonetheless. Area in the house goes on to represent how big we dreamt and how much we have achieved. Those neatly laid out dinner table with four crafted chairs seldom makes us realize it’s empty. Those beautifully placed couch never makes us wonder where we get the people to sit on them.
Isn’t it odd that we open up our homes and close the doors? In my foster years, my mother spent hours trying to find me as to which open door did I run into. Today she still keeps the door of our house open with the fragrance of an incense stick trying to invite people home, while the neighbor’s kid barely gets to smell it, as they are caged behind the closed doors of the dreams which their parents have achieved whether the parents are themselves home or otherwise.
Our roads are becoming wider and longer while our parking lots becoming smaller. Why would it not. Owning a set of wheels, for most of us, is a lifetime wish. Our friendly neighborhood car salesman gives us more reason than not, to stretch our budget and go for the one car which we know we are going to find it hard to buy. But we still give into the temptation and buy a car with our stretched budget and sit inside to see that we can hardly stretch our legs let alone our arms wide open. I did the same and so here I go again travelling in this little cage which I have myself bought. Oh how I miss the relaxing stretch to soothe the aching back after a long ride on my bike. It had seldom made me realize the light years of headroom, latitudes together of shoulder room and longitudes of knee room I had actually bought with two lesser wheels. And here I am finding it hard to understand if the 2 extra wheels really reserved more space for me on the road or shrunk me into a smaller cage than I initially was in, which was the whole wide world?
On the serious note, these are not the only things we cage ourselves or others in. Our religions, our gods, our believes, our relationships, jealousy, possessiveness and negativity are some more of them. When the relationship turns sour between two loving couples, they break up in an ambition that being separate is somehow going to be better than being in it. Wonder why is it called breaking up and not setting free? And wonder why then they spend rest of their lives caging themselves in thoughts and memories of all the things that went bad with their relationship.
What’s worse is that, some of those cages are given to us at birth, some while we were growing and others which we build during our life time. We hurt the ones amongst us and look up to beg forgiveness from He, who more often than not, silently watch us commit the sins we do commit.
With the captivity of our believes, we hold hostage our minds, feelings and humanity. So much so that we don’t share our plates, our food with the ones who don’t share our beliefs and the franchise we, seldom, chose to be in.
It’s so beautiful to see that the same grey matter produces so many colors in our lives. Wonder why we then don’t let our mind free. As someone had rightly said, we humans are engineered for success but programmed for failure.
Don’t believe me? Go on continue reading.
We are all ambitious. Aren’t we? We need our houses big and relationship ties little. Based on how much our hard work comes to us in terms of money, we buy ourselves a house which we put all our heart and soul into beautifying it and making it cozy nonetheless. Area in the house goes on to represent how big we dreamt and how much we have achieved. Those neatly laid out dinner table with four crafted chairs seldom makes us realize it’s empty. Those beautifully placed couch never makes us wonder where we get the people to sit on them.
Isn’t it odd that we open up our homes and close the doors? In my foster years, my mother spent hours trying to find me as to which open door did I run into. Today she still keeps the door of our house open with the fragrance of an incense stick trying to invite people home, while the neighbor’s kid barely gets to smell it, as they are caged behind the closed doors of the dreams which their parents have achieved whether the parents are themselves home or otherwise.
Our roads are becoming wider and longer while our parking lots becoming smaller. Why would it not. Owning a set of wheels, for most of us, is a lifetime wish. Our friendly neighborhood car salesman gives us more reason than not, to stretch our budget and go for the one car which we know we are going to find it hard to buy. But we still give into the temptation and buy a car with our stretched budget and sit inside to see that we can hardly stretch our legs let alone our arms wide open. I did the same and so here I go again travelling in this little cage which I have myself bought. Oh how I miss the relaxing stretch to soothe the aching back after a long ride on my bike. It had seldom made me realize the light years of headroom, latitudes together of shoulder room and longitudes of knee room I had actually bought with two lesser wheels. And here I am finding it hard to understand if the 2 extra wheels really reserved more space for me on the road or shrunk me into a smaller cage than I initially was in, which was the whole wide world?
On the serious note, these are not the only things we cage ourselves or others in. Our religions, our gods, our believes, our relationships, jealousy, possessiveness and negativity are some more of them. When the relationship turns sour between two loving couples, they break up in an ambition that being separate is somehow going to be better than being in it. Wonder why is it called breaking up and not setting free? And wonder why then they spend rest of their lives caging themselves in thoughts and memories of all the things that went bad with their relationship.
What’s worse is that, some of those cages are given to us at birth, some while we were growing and others which we build during our life time. We hurt the ones amongst us and look up to beg forgiveness from He, who more often than not, silently watch us commit the sins we do commit.
With the captivity of our believes, we hold hostage our minds, feelings and humanity. So much so that we don’t share our plates, our food with the ones who don’t share our beliefs and the franchise we, seldom, chose to be in.
It’s so beautiful to see that the same grey matter produces so many colors in our lives. Wonder why we then don’t let our mind free. As someone had rightly said, we humans are engineered for success but programmed for failure.
Days have gone by
Pained, he sang……
Days went by,
Size of the palm grew,
Distance between the arms widened,
But whom you can carry between them,
Remains one.
When the lights at the junction of life turned green,
Everyone left, including you.
Even my life moved on, I was stuck behind.
Unable to catch up, I started walking back,
To carry those tons of memories you left behind,
But I couldn’t.
Days went by,
Size of the palms grew,
Though there were many whom we could see,
Whom we wanted to see always,
Remained one.
It’s been long since the river flowed this way,
Dried grass and burnt sand wake up to say.
The river overflows from the dam built around my eyes,
Behind which, trying to stay afloat,
To great depths,
Has sunk my heart.
Days have gone by,
Size of the palms has grown,
Though there were two different hands I could hold,
Whom I have carried in my heart,
Has always remained one.
From distance far away came her voice….
Days went by,
Size of the palm grew,
Distance between the arms widened,
But whom you can carry between them,
Remains one.
Anxious, he questioned….
Insanity to me was new,
Newer still was your insane love.
My love was never insane enough for you.
Now, while I am madly in love,
What you see today is my madness alone?
Repenting, she stammered…
Days went by,
Size of the palms grew,
Though I stand here today with my head hung down,
Whom you have decided to turn a blind eye to,
Remains one.
Gulping his heart which had come up his throat, he broke down…
In return of
My shadow you hid behind,
Away from the scorching sun,
You have given me these dark glasses.
Just so I hide the tears you gave, while
You see my creased lips smile.
Days have gone by,
Size of the palms has grown.
To the ears deafened to my voice,
There are few heartfelt words am wanting to say,
You will always remain,
The one.
Days went by,
Size of the palm grew,
Distance between the arms widened,
But whom you can carry between them,
Remains one.
When the lights at the junction of life turned green,
Everyone left, including you.
Even my life moved on, I was stuck behind.
Unable to catch up, I started walking back,
To carry those tons of memories you left behind,
But I couldn’t.
Days went by,
Size of the palms grew,
Though there were many whom we could see,
Whom we wanted to see always,
Remained one.
It’s been long since the river flowed this way,
Dried grass and burnt sand wake up to say.
The river overflows from the dam built around my eyes,
Behind which, trying to stay afloat,
To great depths,
Has sunk my heart.
Days have gone by,
Size of the palms has grown,
Though there were two different hands I could hold,
Whom I have carried in my heart,
Has always remained one.
From distance far away came her voice….
Days went by,
Size of the palm grew,
Distance between the arms widened,
But whom you can carry between them,
Remains one.
Anxious, he questioned….
Insanity to me was new,
Newer still was your insane love.
My love was never insane enough for you.
Now, while I am madly in love,
What you see today is my madness alone?
Repenting, she stammered…
Days went by,
Size of the palms grew,
Though I stand here today with my head hung down,
Whom you have decided to turn a blind eye to,
Remains one.
Gulping his heart which had come up his throat, he broke down…
In return of
My shadow you hid behind,
Away from the scorching sun,
You have given me these dark glasses.
Just so I hide the tears you gave, while
You see my creased lips smile.
Days have gone by,
Size of the palms has grown.
To the ears deafened to my voice,
There are few heartfelt words am wanting to say,
You will always remain,
The one.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Blind Beyond An Arm’s Length
Lately I have been in a place which seems to be like a busy cross road where lot of lovers would also find themselves in.
In a society like ours, one starts loving the other based on factors like circumstance or it being arranged by their parents or better yet, love for someone is forced by one's family and many more factors which I am yet to discover. How many of them end up setting examples of true love to the humanity is something I don’t have the exact data of. Least I can do is sympathizing them.
But I am not here to write about our society. And no matter in which fancy way two people start loving each other, they are bound to reach this place sometime or the other. The place I am talking about is called DO YOU STILL LOVE ME AS MUCH AS YOU USED TO and the population of this place is quite a lot I must say. Every one of you who end up asking this question to your (in)significant other and all of you (guys mostly) who end being questioned, automatically win yourselves a membership to this place.
Just how long does love stay is the question plaguing the minds of all the residents in this place where I must say I recently got the membership of. But please don’t expect me to answer this question. I don’t know the answer. I just joined this place.
Some say one year and some two. A wise old man did mention that love stays until the lovers get married. May be that’s why all the love stories in our movies end at marriage. No director has been successfully able to make a movie as to what happens after that. Well I think we can guess the later part of the love story seeing our parents. And from their petty quarrels and arguments we can infer how the 'happily ever after' has been like. If you don’t know what I am talking about then as you go home today play that old song which your parents used to listen and see how you mom would remember the first time she heard it with your dad and see how innocently your dad has forgotten. Then just sit back and enjoy the fun.
But I am not here to even talk about that. May be I really have changed. May be I really don’t have answer to the question I have been asked. May be I am really not loving her as much as I used to a year ago. I wanted to know if I was the only person making this mistake. When I looked around I found these happening…..
Few newly married couples I knew decided to stay separate and keep their jobs in these troubled times so that they can have a secure future together when they and their marriage, are old.
What more, I knew this great dreamer who had dreamt of years of she being together with her loved one devoting every minute and every hour of the rest of her life decorating the home she called her nest for her and her loved to live there happily ever after. She is now bored of sitting home and wishes she had her job back.
I also happened to know of a person who used to brave her parents and come great distance to meet her loved one and also the person she loved who spent his nights and days making sure he was there to secure the journey she used to take. Now married the geographical distance has shortened but sadly the same can’t be told about the emotional distance which has grown.
Just when was the last time you got that small call from your loved one while you were at work just to be told that you are still being loved? When was the last time you made that call?
When was the last time a picture of your loved one suddenly popped in your inbox? When was the last time you opened that mail? When was the last time you took a picture with your high resolution cam in your phone which you bought just for this feature?
I have my credit cards taking up the space in my wallet which her pictures used to take.
I don’t even know how we both look together now as I don’t even remember the last time we took a picture together.
But how can that be? I still love her as much as I used to. Or do I?
Pondering on the things I have just mentioned I sat there in the bus waiting for it to start. The driver was unusually stopping at this stop for long. Seemed as though he was waiting for someone. Quickly noticed that he was patiently waiting for a very elderly couple to board the bus and take the seat before he could start just not to overwhelm them.
Did not take long to understand that the elderly man was taking his equally elderly wife for her routine checkup. They seemed so close together which is hard to see even in mother and her child these days. They took each of their steps together holding onto each other's hands. I knew the son of the elderly man who was always ready to take them with him but whose offer was always rejected as the elderly man wanted to do it himself. Both barely able to walk but the man leading his women, he found a seat for her which she refused to take as he had to sit apart. Soon they found the seats they were looking for and the lady took the seat and surprisingly cleaned the seat which her husband was about to take for him to be seated.
Their love had indeed stayed long I thought to myself. To give me some evidence to this prove this fact, I could see the way they used to pass each other that reassuring smile every other minute. It seemed as though they wanted to relish each and every minute of the little life which lay ahead of them. I really knew that there was no doubt that if they had another decade to live, their love for each other would have lived on.
But what I really did not know that the lady had an eye condition from long due to which she could not see beyond the distance as long as her arm's length. I also did not know that in that little distance which she can see, she really could not make out the face of her husband who was sitting right beside her. But one cannot know that from her smiles looking at her husband beside and her actions. Yet another example for how blind love is, literally.
May be that’s the reason why they were so close to each other. May be that’s why they held on to each other's hand like that. Or may be its just pure blind love.
On the other hand are we all not blind beyond our arm's length? People we loved in the past today lie right beside us to whom we turn a blind eye. They are the same people whom we used to recognize from far. It’s not that we don’t love them anymore but it’s just we are tired or busy to love them the way we used to. How valid is this excuse or reason, I leave it to you readers to decide.
In a society like ours, one starts loving the other based on factors like circumstance or it being arranged by their parents or better yet, love for someone is forced by one's family and many more factors which I am yet to discover. How many of them end up setting examples of true love to the humanity is something I don’t have the exact data of. Least I can do is sympathizing them.
But I am not here to write about our society. And no matter in which fancy way two people start loving each other, they are bound to reach this place sometime or the other. The place I am talking about is called DO YOU STILL LOVE ME AS MUCH AS YOU USED TO and the population of this place is quite a lot I must say. Every one of you who end up asking this question to your (in)significant other and all of you (guys mostly) who end being questioned, automatically win yourselves a membership to this place.
Just how long does love stay is the question plaguing the minds of all the residents in this place where I must say I recently got the membership of. But please don’t expect me to answer this question. I don’t know the answer. I just joined this place.
Some say one year and some two. A wise old man did mention that love stays until the lovers get married. May be that’s why all the love stories in our movies end at marriage. No director has been successfully able to make a movie as to what happens after that. Well I think we can guess the later part of the love story seeing our parents. And from their petty quarrels and arguments we can infer how the 'happily ever after' has been like. If you don’t know what I am talking about then as you go home today play that old song which your parents used to listen and see how you mom would remember the first time she heard it with your dad and see how innocently your dad has forgotten. Then just sit back and enjoy the fun.
But I am not here to even talk about that. May be I really have changed. May be I really don’t have answer to the question I have been asked. May be I am really not loving her as much as I used to a year ago. I wanted to know if I was the only person making this mistake. When I looked around I found these happening…..
Few newly married couples I knew decided to stay separate and keep their jobs in these troubled times so that they can have a secure future together when they and their marriage, are old.
What more, I knew this great dreamer who had dreamt of years of she being together with her loved one devoting every minute and every hour of the rest of her life decorating the home she called her nest for her and her loved to live there happily ever after. She is now bored of sitting home and wishes she had her job back.
I also happened to know of a person who used to brave her parents and come great distance to meet her loved one and also the person she loved who spent his nights and days making sure he was there to secure the journey she used to take. Now married the geographical distance has shortened but sadly the same can’t be told about the emotional distance which has grown.
Just when was the last time you got that small call from your loved one while you were at work just to be told that you are still being loved? When was the last time you made that call?
When was the last time a picture of your loved one suddenly popped in your inbox? When was the last time you opened that mail? When was the last time you took a picture with your high resolution cam in your phone which you bought just for this feature?
I have my credit cards taking up the space in my wallet which her pictures used to take.
I don’t even know how we both look together now as I don’t even remember the last time we took a picture together.
But how can that be? I still love her as much as I used to. Or do I?
Pondering on the things I have just mentioned I sat there in the bus waiting for it to start. The driver was unusually stopping at this stop for long. Seemed as though he was waiting for someone. Quickly noticed that he was patiently waiting for a very elderly couple to board the bus and take the seat before he could start just not to overwhelm them.
Did not take long to understand that the elderly man was taking his equally elderly wife for her routine checkup. They seemed so close together which is hard to see even in mother and her child these days. They took each of their steps together holding onto each other's hands. I knew the son of the elderly man who was always ready to take them with him but whose offer was always rejected as the elderly man wanted to do it himself. Both barely able to walk but the man leading his women, he found a seat for her which she refused to take as he had to sit apart. Soon they found the seats they were looking for and the lady took the seat and surprisingly cleaned the seat which her husband was about to take for him to be seated.
Their love had indeed stayed long I thought to myself. To give me some evidence to this prove this fact, I could see the way they used to pass each other that reassuring smile every other minute. It seemed as though they wanted to relish each and every minute of the little life which lay ahead of them. I really knew that there was no doubt that if they had another decade to live, their love for each other would have lived on.
But what I really did not know that the lady had an eye condition from long due to which she could not see beyond the distance as long as her arm's length. I also did not know that in that little distance which she can see, she really could not make out the face of her husband who was sitting right beside her. But one cannot know that from her smiles looking at her husband beside and her actions. Yet another example for how blind love is, literally.
May be that’s the reason why they were so close to each other. May be that’s why they held on to each other's hand like that. Or may be its just pure blind love.
On the other hand are we all not blind beyond our arm's length? People we loved in the past today lie right beside us to whom we turn a blind eye. They are the same people whom we used to recognize from far. It’s not that we don’t love them anymore but it’s just we are tired or busy to love them the way we used to. How valid is this excuse or reason, I leave it to you readers to decide.
… And We Still Wait
“Ajeya, Please come here” were exactly the words which woke me up. I opened my eyes to see that I had woken up in a dream. I could hear the voice clearly but could not quiet point out where the voice was coming from the foggy place which lay ahead of me. I set out to find out who was calling me.
I had barely covered little distance when I came across this tree which stood there looking at the sky. I went up to this tree and asked whether it had called out for me. The tree was leafless as the fall had just passed and the spring was not anytime soon. The tree took a moment from gazing at the sky to answer me that it hadn’t called out for me, but of course, it was calling out the sky to ask the spring to come back so that it can be green again.
So I moved on just to find a bee buzzing around a bud. I stopped to ask if it was the one who called out to me. The bee told me that it hadn’t called me and went on to explain how the flower it used to feed on was crushed and it was asking for the bud to bloom back so that it can feed itself and its family.
Leaving the bee alone to its prayer, I left following the voice which I could still hear coming from the thick fog in front of me. I had barely taken few steps forward saw this person looking high up at the eastern sky. Hesitatingly I asked him if he had called me. With a bruised forehead, torn vest and bleeding lips the person looked at me. It seems as though he had just been through a tornado of a time. I had to hear him keenly as he could barely speak up. It took me few attempts and it took him so much effort to tell me that he had not called me but he was asking for sun to come back from the eastern sky so that there be light to search for the ones and things he has lost in his tornado of time.
Words of that person still whispering in my head, I moved on towards a commotion I could see but could not quiet make out what it actually was for. There were men in uniform, people in white clothes and bunch of khaki clad gentlemen waiting for something to arrive. Curious about the happenings here I shouted to ask if anyone there had called me. Soon a man walked up to me to ask me to clear the way for the national pride to arrive. Amazed I stood along with crowd to see how the national pride looked like. To my disbelief I saw a coffin being brought into the crowd. In dismay I asked a lady standing beside me who it was. Overcome by her emotions, lady responded that it was her son who had dreamt to save nation's pride and today the pride had come home but just that he had brought it home sleeping in his coffin.
Unable to hold on to myself, I left the place with a prayer. as I moved on I met a lover who was asking her love to come back, a mother at the dinner table waiting for her son abroad to come back, a wife waiting at the doorstep for her husband to come back and a child in tears at 8 at night, with a happy birthday cap waiting on the drive way for his mom and dad to come back to celebrate his birthday. But none of them had called me.
Just when I was about to lose my patience and give up I happened to see a shadow like figure standing at a distance. This time when I heard the voice calling me I could make out that it was coming from him. Each step I took to inch closer to him, I felt that he seemed familiar. Each step I took to go to him, I started feeling like I was moving towards something which I very well knew but vaguely remembered. But how could it be? Who could it be I wondered with each step? Eventually when I reached him with lots of questions, why was he calling me and so on, I kept my hand on his shoulder which was amazingly as tall as mine. I asked him to turn around to answer my questions. He took a second turn which almost made me feel like an eternity. But what I saw was nothing short of a surprise. It was me. In a second all my questions were replaced by just one, what was happening?
He explained that we always wait for somebody or other to come back. Likewise there is someone or other who waits for us to go back. But we hardly realize this truth and go our ways which are sometimes same and other times separate. He showed me how I did that to myself. He also pointed out how far had I come from myself that I could not even recognize my own voice when he was calling me.
Whose voice can I recognize, how can I recognize the ones who love me if I am so far that I can’t recognize myself.
I don’t know how many of you readers would have realized it by now. But what right do we have to wait for one we love to come back when we never went when our love waited for us to come back.
Time doesn’t wait for us, then what are we waiting for? Should we not take the first step and close the gap between us and our loved one. It doesn’t matter who takes the first step but what matters is how fast the distances cease to exist.
I had barely covered little distance when I came across this tree which stood there looking at the sky. I went up to this tree and asked whether it had called out for me. The tree was leafless as the fall had just passed and the spring was not anytime soon. The tree took a moment from gazing at the sky to answer me that it hadn’t called out for me, but of course, it was calling out the sky to ask the spring to come back so that it can be green again.
So I moved on just to find a bee buzzing around a bud. I stopped to ask if it was the one who called out to me. The bee told me that it hadn’t called me and went on to explain how the flower it used to feed on was crushed and it was asking for the bud to bloom back so that it can feed itself and its family.
Leaving the bee alone to its prayer, I left following the voice which I could still hear coming from the thick fog in front of me. I had barely taken few steps forward saw this person looking high up at the eastern sky. Hesitatingly I asked him if he had called me. With a bruised forehead, torn vest and bleeding lips the person looked at me. It seems as though he had just been through a tornado of a time. I had to hear him keenly as he could barely speak up. It took me few attempts and it took him so much effort to tell me that he had not called me but he was asking for sun to come back from the eastern sky so that there be light to search for the ones and things he has lost in his tornado of time.
Words of that person still whispering in my head, I moved on towards a commotion I could see but could not quiet make out what it actually was for. There were men in uniform, people in white clothes and bunch of khaki clad gentlemen waiting for something to arrive. Curious about the happenings here I shouted to ask if anyone there had called me. Soon a man walked up to me to ask me to clear the way for the national pride to arrive. Amazed I stood along with crowd to see how the national pride looked like. To my disbelief I saw a coffin being brought into the crowd. In dismay I asked a lady standing beside me who it was. Overcome by her emotions, lady responded that it was her son who had dreamt to save nation's pride and today the pride had come home but just that he had brought it home sleeping in his coffin.
Unable to hold on to myself, I left the place with a prayer. as I moved on I met a lover who was asking her love to come back, a mother at the dinner table waiting for her son abroad to come back, a wife waiting at the doorstep for her husband to come back and a child in tears at 8 at night, with a happy birthday cap waiting on the drive way for his mom and dad to come back to celebrate his birthday. But none of them had called me.
Just when I was about to lose my patience and give up I happened to see a shadow like figure standing at a distance. This time when I heard the voice calling me I could make out that it was coming from him. Each step I took to inch closer to him, I felt that he seemed familiar. Each step I took to go to him, I started feeling like I was moving towards something which I very well knew but vaguely remembered. But how could it be? Who could it be I wondered with each step? Eventually when I reached him with lots of questions, why was he calling me and so on, I kept my hand on his shoulder which was amazingly as tall as mine. I asked him to turn around to answer my questions. He took a second turn which almost made me feel like an eternity. But what I saw was nothing short of a surprise. It was me. In a second all my questions were replaced by just one, what was happening?
He explained that we always wait for somebody or other to come back. Likewise there is someone or other who waits for us to go back. But we hardly realize this truth and go our ways which are sometimes same and other times separate. He showed me how I did that to myself. He also pointed out how far had I come from myself that I could not even recognize my own voice when he was calling me.
Whose voice can I recognize, how can I recognize the ones who love me if I am so far that I can’t recognize myself.
I don’t know how many of you readers would have realized it by now. But what right do we have to wait for one we love to come back when we never went when our love waited for us to come back.
Time doesn’t wait for us, then what are we waiting for? Should we not take the first step and close the gap between us and our loved one. It doesn’t matter who takes the first step but what matters is how fast the distances cease to exist.
Three sides of the same coin.
Hello Readers,
I would like to begin this with few questions.
How many of us actually think about others while doing what we do?
How many of us do really know what others felt about us while we were doing what we did?
Well, let me explain with an example…….
At some point or other, due to some reason or other, we all would have felt how it is to lose the one close to us.
But how many of us know how the person we lost felt about the same?
In this rather long poem, I have tried to see the same incident by placing myself in the shoes of the things involved. I saw a world of difference by doing so and would like to share the same with you all. For next few minutes I would urge you to let go of yourself and who you are and see the world from the following perspective.
The other day, I could not help but notice how the branch of a tree on the terrace of my house, was bowing down to me as I laid there reading a book under the shade of that tree. The wind was harsh and I could see the leaves being blown from their branch making it look like a rain of leaves. What a wonderful sight, I thought to myself.
Soon a young green leaf fell on the book and joined an old leaf which lay there as my book mark. This reminded me that the old leaf was from the same branch which had fallen a season ago. I suddenly realized that the green leaf was to be on the branch and not cut away from it… The rain no longer looked beautiful ………but looked painful.
This made me think as to what would have gone though these speechless creatures and made me write on their behalf……..
• This is how The Leaf saw it…..
Bit by bit as the leaf leaves the branch,
And begins the travel down to earth, it looks back,
At the branch which held it tight, when
Wind and rain slashed it, days and nights.
Not to part, it cries,
Would have shed the tears if it had eyes,
Would have stuck there till it dried and died, but now,
Hanging by a fiber, it thanks the branch,
For holding it so long.
Halfway down the journey,
It looks at the old trunk, which held the leaf so high,
Leaf, though young, soon is going to die,
Rule of the nature or time's biggest crime?
About to hit the ground, face faces the branch,
Last heard from it was a prayer,
A void to be filled by someone dear.
A leaf at the same spot only greener.
On the ground, pain is all gone, with the life,
Nothing is left but the distance,
Not that separates the branch from the leaf,
That which separates the living from the life.
• Meanwhile The Branch wondered…..
Bit by bit as the leaf leave the branch,
And begins the travel down to earth, it looks down,
At the leaf, which it held tight, now holding on to the last strand,
A leaf so heavy though so light.
Halfway down the lane, it
Remembers the spring leaf was born,
Fluttering at the sight of a slight wind,
Brightening with the drop of each rain.
About to hit the ground, face faces the branch,
Brings out a prayer in the branch this time,
No one takes the spot, No one fills the void,
Not one dear, not anyone greener.
On the ground, pain is all gone, with the life,
Only for the leaf, which left and passed by,
While the branch still hangs, rests for the night,
Till the next fall decides which stays and which dies.
• As I returned to myself, I began writing…..
Things happening, makes me write,
A tale so dull, much to none's delight.
Something stuck in the heart, stuck in the eye
Cannot be brought out, cant be left behind.
I see the tears in both of their eyes,
Which is more valuable? Hard to decide.
Had never moved so much, in so little time,
A moment forever, happened in a while.
Each fallen leaf, I store in my book,
Which I read in shadow of that branch.
Seeing the branch wave to the leaf, do I realize,
Time over is seldom a moment gone, until the hearts, sings the same song.
We see our cities being bombed each and every night. Like the young buds on the ground, we see diseases wiping out lives every time. How much of it can we help stop? We don’t know. But it would be great if we could atleast spare a thought to all those who have lost their near and dear ones well before their time had come.
This would not help them recover their loss, but would atleast let us take a first step in knowing how valuable life is to be lost just like that. And I leave it to you to decide where you can apply these sentiments.
Time destroys…but it heals as well… So things close to us may cease to exist one day, but the memories remain.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
New Found Freedom
Well let me start this blog with a question…….
What sets a movie apart from the real life???? For one..there is no back ground music playing behind us depicting the situation we are in….There is no happy music, there is no danger music, no music for love, no music for tragedy and no music for success.
Fortunately, man created ways to carry the music of his choice to make up for this difference.
Come to think of it, whats in a song that draws us towards it? What is it about music that makes us forget who we are? What is it with listening to music which makes us relate to the situation the song is pictured in? Nonetheless, one cannot think of a world without music. Open your heart and widen your arms to welcome music and you will see what a change it can bring into your life. What makes a song so special to us or what makes us keep a particular song close to our heart is directly related to how much we relate ourselves to the song.
After years and years of growing close to a choice of songs, I started realizing how a song makes us follow it. We follow the joy of a happy song, shed a tear for the sad ones. We try to follow each and every word in each and every song to see what it means. What more, a song effects our mood and in my case, the song I listen to in the morning dictates the mood I carry through the day.
But recently, I stumbled upon a creation by a band I had never heard of. And they rang the correct notes inside me and opened a door to a place I had not been before.
They had taken the cover version of my favourite song and made it into an instrumental track. Though both the songs had the same music playing behind, it seemed so different this time.
I noticed that I was no longer bound to the words and feelings the original song carried. I felt that there was no more a need think in the same way the song was written for.
The feeling so liberating and this new found freedom made me put my own feelings into the instrumental track and sing the same song in a way I want. One has to experience it to understand what here I am on about.
Digging deeper into the creations of the band did I realize that I had inadvertently stumbled upon a path where I felt that I could let loose some hidden feelings. These words were twined together by a situation at the time I was writing this.
So here I am and here is my first video which I made it using some of the band’s track as the background music to recite this poem.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQHoo1-TUfw
Note that The words of this poem are added in the description of the song for better readability.
This poem is split into three parts (which goes with my personality) and I have tried to see the world from each of the character’s perspective. How much of it is true is limited to my feelings and thoughts.
But one thing is for sure that if you look deeper there are lots of lessons one can learn from this small incident which I have put to few simple sentences. What are those lessons? Well I will leave it to you to find out.
Thanks,
Ajeya.
What sets a movie apart from the real life???? For one..there is no back ground music playing behind us depicting the situation we are in….There is no happy music, there is no danger music, no music for love, no music for tragedy and no music for success.
Fortunately, man created ways to carry the music of his choice to make up for this difference.
Come to think of it, whats in a song that draws us towards it? What is it about music that makes us forget who we are? What is it with listening to music which makes us relate to the situation the song is pictured in? Nonetheless, one cannot think of a world without music. Open your heart and widen your arms to welcome music and you will see what a change it can bring into your life. What makes a song so special to us or what makes us keep a particular song close to our heart is directly related to how much we relate ourselves to the song.
After years and years of growing close to a choice of songs, I started realizing how a song makes us follow it. We follow the joy of a happy song, shed a tear for the sad ones. We try to follow each and every word in each and every song to see what it means. What more, a song effects our mood and in my case, the song I listen to in the morning dictates the mood I carry through the day.
But recently, I stumbled upon a creation by a band I had never heard of. And they rang the correct notes inside me and opened a door to a place I had not been before.
They had taken the cover version of my favourite song and made it into an instrumental track. Though both the songs had the same music playing behind, it seemed so different this time.
I noticed that I was no longer bound to the words and feelings the original song carried. I felt that there was no more a need think in the same way the song was written for.
The feeling so liberating and this new found freedom made me put my own feelings into the instrumental track and sing the same song in a way I want. One has to experience it to understand what here I am on about.
Digging deeper into the creations of the band did I realize that I had inadvertently stumbled upon a path where I felt that I could let loose some hidden feelings. These words were twined together by a situation at the time I was writing this.
So here I am and here is my first video which I made it using some of the band’s track as the background music to recite this poem.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQHoo1-TUfw
Note that The words of this poem are added in the description of the song for better readability.
This poem is split into three parts (which goes with my personality) and I have tried to see the world from each of the character’s perspective. How much of it is true is limited to my feelings and thoughts.
But one thing is for sure that if you look deeper there are lots of lessons one can learn from this small incident which I have put to few simple sentences. What are those lessons? Well I will leave it to you to find out.
Thanks,
Ajeya.
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