The procession of the creator passes silently,
Peeping deep in my heart,
Amusing over their own dexterity.
They are many, but I am alone,
They gaze to remind,
I'm solitude prone,
Driven by desires and malicious drown.
But who is this, who show me light?
Who blossoms the lotus of love,
And give strength to fight...
Is this a demigod or prayer of prayree?
A reflection of me in the image of fairy?
Embodied mind argues, but the soul say,
He is the one you worship, you pray.
He is divine, beyond fantasy,
He is the nector of ecstasy.
He come, he grene
Gives a wordless sight and wane.
He comes in dream,
Reminding my solitude,
Giving my thoughts
A quivering delude
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
QUINTESSENCE OF NAIVETY
मैं जिंदा हूँ
मैं जिंदा हूँ
धूल उडाती गाड़ियों के बीच
अधनंगे बच्चे के मुट्ठी में बंद
उस सच्चाई में
जिसे दुनिया से छुपा कर रखा है
तृप्त होने के लिए
जब गाड़ियों का शोर थम जायेगा.
मैं जिंदा हूँ
उन महफिलों की शान में
जो सजायीं जातीं हैं
जब मिसेज वर्मा सम्मानित होतीं हैं
'' मिसेज सोसाइटी'' से.
मैं जिंदा हूँ
भूखी वेश्या की उस सिलवट भरे चेहरे में
जिसने आज फिर रात बिताई है
अपने पति के साथ
धूल उडाती गाड़ियों के बीच
अधनंगे बच्चे के मुट्ठी में बंद
उस सच्चाई में
जिसे दुनिया से छुपा कर रखा है
तृप्त होने के लिए
जब गाड़ियों का शोर थम जायेगा.
मैं जिंदा हूँ
उन महफिलों की शान में
जो सजायीं जातीं हैं
जब मिसेज वर्मा सम्मानित होतीं हैं
'' मिसेज सोसाइटी'' से.
मैं जिंदा हूँ
भूखी वेश्या की उस सिलवट भरे चेहरे में
जिसने आज फिर रात बिताई है
अपने पति के साथ
Sunday, March 23, 2008
LETTER TO MY ANCESTORS
O Chameleons! How come you knew that the humanity needed you badly? Civilizations have had perished hadn't you casted your inspiration. But, don't you think you never got the status you deserved? Don't you think they never worshipped you. Don't you think they never accepted, even reluctantly, that they are descendant of yours, and yours only? You cold blooded existence, doesn't your blood boils out of revenge? Why don't you destroy your descendants? You know, you can do this.Chameleons! here is your true son, and I accept you my sire, and that too without shame, without guilt, but utter pride. I take the endeavor to establish your true status in the society of your descendants. I'll awake humanity from siesta. That would be my true ancestral sacrifice, the divine ''tarpan''.Dear Chameleons! I know you can't speak, so am I. But how fortunate we are to have gotten the skin! We have ample reasons to laugh at those skinless. How their every action taken turns to excuse forbidden! They do not know how to camouflage, and one day, they perish, without casting an imprint. They no longer fit for survival. They must die. I wonder, if they were you, who always have enlightened Darwins? Chameleons! give me strength to rewrite the evolutionary history and regain your due approbation.Your true heir....
WHO AM I?
Who Am I?
The above mentioned maxim is more a cliche than an intriguing question. If you feel comfortable with the question, you may continue your reading, otherwise you may end the reading right here, else after completion of the reading, you will be more confused than you are now. Believe me, I do not want to bear the accusation of being a jinx. Okay, so you have decided to continue! It means we have certain traits in common, and the maxim is not a cliche to us. It means you will accompany me till the end of the writing. So, who am I? Like every other creature, I was born without a name but a surname. However, my parents wished me not to continue with the surname, though it was not so vulgar, and provided an entirely new identity: Amit Anurag.... A name which bears no sign of castism or regionalism. Although the name doesn't bear complete neutrality, yet I allowed myself to be identified by the name. Here you may accuse my naivety, but had I been given the chance, I would have kept my name 'O' This is not zero, but the 15th letter of English alphabet. I have my own conviction before this name, which I feel not so contextual to mention here. I am manifestation of unknowable into unknown. My birth had been the result of curiosity of the cosmos to know Himself. I am perfectly a normal human being, displaying all imperfections of human traits; lust for money, desire for sex, longing for love seeking comfort, hatred, jealousy, anger...... But embodied within the normal self exists my other self. Pure, free from dogma, original. Hitherto concealed from the normal world, my other self is seeking a way to manifest himself. I am mad. I am insane; and I have fallen in love with my insanity. I do not have any goal. Just path to travel, and Im not weary of my eternal travelling. My fellow inhabitants of the planet and potentials of future, you have every reason to hate me and not a single to avoid reluctance. I could be as dangerous as a viper. So, make your acquaintance with me at your own perile. You may award me with as many adjectives your vocabulary permits- obsessed, insolent, flagrant, misanthropic, reclusive. My fellow inhabitants, you have every right to condemn my vice over your inherited virtue. You stay young. But I wish senility. I wish to die. To born again. Not as a pacific star, rather violent magma. Lastly, those who have endured reading till last, I curse them by heart, and those who left somewhere in the beginning, I really praise them for the pragmatism displayed.
You all live Happily and be Merry!
The above mentioned maxim is more a cliche than an intriguing question. If you feel comfortable with the question, you may continue your reading, otherwise you may end the reading right here, else after completion of the reading, you will be more confused than you are now. Believe me, I do not want to bear the accusation of being a jinx. Okay, so you have decided to continue! It means we have certain traits in common, and the maxim is not a cliche to us. It means you will accompany me till the end of the writing. So, who am I? Like every other creature, I was born without a name but a surname. However, my parents wished me not to continue with the surname, though it was not so vulgar, and provided an entirely new identity: Amit Anurag.... A name which bears no sign of castism or regionalism. Although the name doesn't bear complete neutrality, yet I allowed myself to be identified by the name. Here you may accuse my naivety, but had I been given the chance, I would have kept my name 'O' This is not zero, but the 15th letter of English alphabet. I have my own conviction before this name, which I feel not so contextual to mention here. I am manifestation of unknowable into unknown. My birth had been the result of curiosity of the cosmos to know Himself. I am perfectly a normal human being, displaying all imperfections of human traits; lust for money, desire for sex, longing for love seeking comfort, hatred, jealousy, anger...... But embodied within the normal self exists my other self. Pure, free from dogma, original. Hitherto concealed from the normal world, my other self is seeking a way to manifest himself. I am mad. I am insane; and I have fallen in love with my insanity. I do not have any goal. Just path to travel, and Im not weary of my eternal travelling. My fellow inhabitants of the planet and potentials of future, you have every reason to hate me and not a single to avoid reluctance. I could be as dangerous as a viper. So, make your acquaintance with me at your own perile. You may award me with as many adjectives your vocabulary permits- obsessed, insolent, flagrant, misanthropic, reclusive. My fellow inhabitants, you have every right to condemn my vice over your inherited virtue. You stay young. But I wish senility. I wish to die. To born again. Not as a pacific star, rather violent magma. Lastly, those who have endured reading till last, I curse them by heart, and those who left somewhere in the beginning, I really praise them for the pragmatism displayed.
You all live Happily and be Merry!
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