The Angels in my Life

I stepped out in the sun, but it seemed dark
A lonely world with none around
None to guide, none to follow

Hush I told myself, Hark!!!
A shadow followed me with ghostly hands
... Big claws and hawk eyes

I quickly moved ahead and ran for cover
Wait!!! the voice called
I turned back and saw an angel
It said to me, hold my hands
and I will show you light

I turned my face to see another angel
It said I'll lend my shoulders when you need to cry
I breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to fly

The shadows followed me till I saw light
I turned back to see nothing but a dark dungeon

I woke up rubbing my eyes
I woke up to the sound of two angels
They whispered, you sleep dear we'll be around
forever and ever...

Dreams have wings

Dreams fly high, flap their wings, soar up in the sky
Wish it was easy to fly with my dreams, touch the rainbow, feel the colours of life

The path thorny, the winds dusty and the lights dim
But the clouds lift me up, the raindrops sing a song and hopes are up to the brim

The sky beckons me, higher, higher and higher up I have to fly
Plenty to see, plenty to feel. The storms tr...y to stop me, but I still rise high

Layers above layers I cross and still far is my destination
I get burnt, bruised, tired as the sun swallows me

Alas!!! Am ready to go back, all hopes gone, all promises lost
But the shining rays of the moon welcome me with open arms and my wings flap again

My destination is still far far away, but not all is lost...

As I prepare for another journey, my dreams flap wings
and again soar up in the sky.

Nature makes a promise

Blue as is the sea

the rise and drop of the waves wash away my fears

and leave me blue with a promise to visit again.

Orange as is the golden sun

the bright rays dry up my tears

and leave me behind with a promise to brighten my day again.

Green as is the grass below

laden with dewdrops engulf me in its freshness

they promise to let me walk on them whenever I feel low.

Red as are the roses

even in midst of thorns

promise me to spread its fragrance wherever I go.

White as is the snow

the flakes like pearl hug me and take me in their arems

and promise to give me company every time I am alone.

Purple, pink and magenta flowers

fill my life with colours

and promise to spread their hues when I am in darkness.

The nature promises to be my eternal friend.

Who am I

The shackles of darkness beckon to the bottom of a dungeon

I know not where I am or what I am?

The more I struggle to let go off the chains I am dragged into a whirlpool

I know not where I am or what I am?

A sudden clamour wakes me up from a deep slumber, as I walk besides thousands

On anonymous, unexplored paths I travel just to find some solace

I still don’t know where I am or what I am?

I tussle with my thoughts, who am I? I ask myself

I still await a light that can pierce through the darkness

A hand that can pull me out of oblivion and can give me a name.

Anagnorisis

Clothes, attires, drapes, covers, furnishings all adorn either us or the ambiance, expresses our taste and at times leaves behind an impression or becomes a style statement. We spend a lifetime trying to gather the best around be it a beautiful dress for the cocktail party or the new drapes complimenting our wall papers. From time to time we do take care of our skin as well. We generally do not skip our facials and skin treatments and often tend to spend an enormous amount to look younger on each birthday.

In the rush for life what we tend to forget is our body, mind & soul. The trio which keeps us going. Health is often neglected in the race for home, work and life. Minds are burnt out and pushed to the limits so much so that they stop responding and is at unrest most of the time. Our souls have given up fighting the battle of life. And our very essence of existence is no more alive. Our conscience is dead. We do things the way our dead mind orders but the soul does not permit. The needs and wants of our day-to-day lives are taken care of but the mind, body and soul are tired. They are longing to quench the thirst within. Our inner self lives with the hope that some day we would rise above the ostentatious ways of the world & resurrect ourselves. It's time for anagnorisis.

Marriage Memorabilia

The heading sounds more like memories down the marriage album. But it is much beyond that. This comes straight fom the marriage ceremonial gallore in the Indian society. "Marriages are made in heaven and celebrated on earth". It's quite true to it's meaning. Celebration is an understatement for all that goes into the pre & post marital ceremonies in India. The exhibition of the riches and the innumerous days spent in arraning the ostentation comes out as the most important thing in one's life. The more one spends on embellishments, food, jewellery, attire, the more worthy he proves to be.

With the status quo raising it's bar from year to year, the celebrity marriages are looked upto as the quintessentials. Ironically not because of the celebrities and the glamour but the gallore of lip-smacking cuisine, lighting, embellishment, celebrity performers, the bejewelled attires etc. This pandemonium could cost anything between 10 Lakhs - 10 Crores. And it doesn't end here...

The wedding day attire could range anywhere from 25 thousand-25 lakh depending on which celebrity wore it in which movie and what is the latest craze, a fish cut top or a halter neck. From the backless blouse of Madhuri to the fish cut kurti of Kareena, from Bipasha's gown to Aishwarya's jewellery, the bridal attire has seen it all and transition is inevitable.

To add to this this the gourmet gallery also ranges from Chinese, Continental, Italian, Indian, Thai, Lebanese etc. All sorts of cuisine cooked by the likes of Sanjeev Kapoor, Tarla Dalal or even super-chefs flown from US/UK to grace the kitchen.

The over-booked parlours smelling of perfumes, shampoos, hair-sprays, facials & other beauty treatments, even promise the bride looks of Kareena, Karisma, Bipasha, Priyanka on a high-budget beauty packages.

The rituals and mantras left to us by our mantras by our ancestors and which were followed by people diligently have evaporated leaving behind a mockery in place. The high budget packages of the priests include visiting charges and darning the occasion with their presence, thats it. Sadly enough the focus now lies not on the happy and prosperous married life, the divine bond has no meaning. What has taken it's place is the ceremony and the efforts put behind it to make the D-Day successful.

Mistakes...

Just finished reading Chetan Bhagat's "The 3 mistakes of my life". I guess its quiet evident from the heading. Though this might be influenced bythe same, but I don't intend to write another one. Don't carry the audacity to do so. Since I have read all three books writen by him I think I can comment that this one is easily the best of his works. In the backdrop of Gujarat & it's episodes of earthquake and Godhara riots the brewing business of three friends intertwined with their personal lives is very stricking. Anyways coming back to the main topic, looking back at life, I sometimes feel, we spend half our lives recollecting our mistakes and grow up reading in books and listening from people that one should learn from them. But do we actually do that??? Who cares... We tend to dismiss all of them as either inexperience or mere experiments. But truely some of them cost a lot in our lives and remain unanswered as to why such a thing happened or was it really a mistake? Is it a mistake when you seem to have found friends for life & suddenly when you need them, they back-stab you? You get married to someone you have known for years and made promises for a lifetime but you don't get the love and warmth in return that you are seeking in the relation? You work hard and slog yourself for hours together to get a promotion and your unworthy team partner gets through because of his quality of buttering his seniors, so then to work hard was a mistake.

I guess theres nothing much to learn from these so called "Mistakes". These will always remain unanswered and no one would try deciphering the problem.