I will rise again....

They will force....
my blue gazing eyes to turn into stones....
my red blood torrent to turn into ice..
my unassailable body to be pierced with ego
my innocent childhood to be crucified....

I would be destroyed completely by wind of changes....
Would be burying myself deep...deep down in this very earth...

BUT...ONE FINE DAY.....

I will rise....
I will rise to make them see my dreams in their eyes..
I will rise to make them believe my ethics in their blood..
I will rise to make them feel my emotions in their soul..
I will rise to make them live my attitude in their heart...
I will rise to make them to listen my whispers in their songs...
I will rise to make them conceive my ideas in their mind...

And then Again...

I will fall..I will FALL
as wax falls from candle to lit the darkness
as star falls ,dying yet brightening at its best
as water falls to energize this world
as sweat falls from temple of a proletariat
as blood falls from heart of a warriors
as tear falls to purge this soul....

I will fall YES I will ...in the hands of eternity...

.....AMEN....

Gujre Zamaane yaad aatey hai...

Lots of stories will end today..some will start..
Those laughter those tears..all will go in vain…

Your silent eyes will be staring at a silent class…
The CLASS in which you have spent your most boisterous years..

Wud be running your fingers for the last time ..
Along that special name , u’ve scribbled on the desk u sit..

Some unsaid questions..some unheard answers..
Wud still be floating in air…and some eyes wud surely be catching it..

Even the callous faces wud be having some mixed emotions…
Even the bulliest student wud be touching the feet of haughtiest proff…

Suddenly you wud be walking on the yellow leaves of foliage…
Wud be finding urself same as those leaves….

Still that bunch of student wud be standing at the far corner of hall..
Still all of them wud be laughing like anything surprisingly at nothing…

Some fortunate wud be getting a DEGREE of a BACHELOR forever..
Some more fortunate wud be getting a DECREE of Being a BACHELOR FOREVER…

Wud be turning around you face in hope ….
Looking at the crossroad we all met…

Some lessons learnt..some chapters forgotten..
Some beats burnt…some cherised..

The chase for dreams of pretty 4 years wud come to an abrupt halt…
And u wud find urself scared of turning them into reality..

ALMOST in every second…all 4 years wud be flashing back in ur eyes….
Getting blurred with the tears of ur eyes…

Wud be begging to stop all these moments…
But that merciless time wud be slipping as sand sleeps out of fist..

You will have nowhere to go…No haven…No shelters…Nothing………..

THE KARMA YOGIS..

WHY ME ….???
From innocent childhood to bohemian adolescent to revered old age, at one or another point of time..,in painstaking days or in sleepless nights, almost every god damn creature has asked this question to himself.
Few years back, I got carried away with same decent question.
Was unable to think then, rather was unable to understand the question itself..let alone answer. However the question was there , reminding me of Arjuna desperately searching for the answers of questions which was hurled on him by his predestined itinerary.
And out of curiosity I thought of finding the answer.
Fortunately or unfortunately that lead me to the analysis of human characters…Though I don’t believe that anyone can analyze humans but after years of rumination I came up with a generalized pattern of human behaviors.

I have those classification in terms of Karma and Dharma as I feel these two are the boulders on which this life stands..

Dharmic Yogi
In initial phase of their life, they judge the things and then they set some principle for themselves which they called Dharma..they get abide with their self defined Dharma. Dharma is their soul..they live for dharma and they die for dharma…
It is always hard to knock these guys out as far as ethics are concerned.
They will always there for you if you are at white side of life..
Always have a sheer separation between benevolence and malevolence.
If we go to extremes then Say Dharmaraj Yudisthera or may be Lord Ram.

Karmic Yogi
They always have something to execute. They have karma with them..
They always have a mission. They always have some battles to fight.. but they are quite ignorant as far as war is concerned. They are very compassionate for work but they don’t have vision. say arjuna or abhimanyu , I see today’s youth in this class along with myself. They think that they are doing something but actually they are not doing anything in fact they are losing something..This class mostly suffers with WHY ME syndrome.These are always the one we called “The Chosen One”…
They are born to play a role of a Yodha..willingly or unwillingly.

Karma Bhogi
These guys make someone else work for them , but will always take the credit.A very common species to find in this real world..…The best part , they will make the karma executed anyhow... the worst part..only they will take the credit….And the fashion of their act will be like you will always considered them in Karmic Yogi or Dharmic yogi but you will never expect yourself to put those guys in Karma bhogi..
see that is why am unable to say any name here..
They always walk away with the most forbidden fruit.

Dharma Bhogi..
Dharma is their aegis. They are well sheltered with Dharma around them.
They don’t feel it but they show it.And they show it magnificently.
They are supposed to be the armor for Dharma but unfortunately Dharma becomes armor for them.
As I say Dharma yogi , a name crosses my mind. Dhritrastra.I don’t know why but this was the person who, I think, has devoured each and every thing that received from Dharma.

Karmic Dharmata
They join every bit of dharma to make the karma executed..
These are the HARD SOULS... They are unassailable.
They can be a cause and winner of a war.
They are seraph for the horde that believes in humanity and can be terminator who practices inhumanity.
They are good they are bad..but they are they..
You cant change them you cant beat them….


Well lots of philosophy I think..
just ending up here as have more karma to do..

Swades...

Almost every time she conspires something to make me stay with her.

I never want to break the eternal silence between us but she blows the wind...always
I never want to crave for her but then it would be an unfair with her beauty.

I still remember those days when I was wandering in the labyrinth of uncertainty,
I think she was the only witness of my every move, My every fiasco , My every accomplishment. I was the mere spectator of my destiny but she crafted it.

Have felt the scent of her , The warmth of her, The rage of her , The love of her…
Her way of making you feels special.

She has seen me with myself hiving debris of my precious dreams..

When I was chasing the thunder silently she was making the thunder violent in order to make me strong…and when I subdued them…She is the most proud in whole world.

She has seen a child, struggling with his conscious, reaching the stars..
She has seen an adolescent crying in her arm….


More precisely the BEST part is Its not I who love her…It is she who loves me..
And the worst part is I’ve never seen her growing old..older…

I some day I would love to die in her arm….

Always beautiful ..always charming …..always ….divine “Bhopal….”
.

As All Say..Some Random Thoughts....

And all of a sudden the persons, whom you considered your strength, having strength of Alexander and Machiavellianism of Julius Ceaser.... will try to put you in an amphitheatre of life, Your HeRrT will want to get drowned in tears and blood of yourself and as usual your MiNd will try to strive with all the stone approaching nearer to you..ignorant of the fact,this will hurt yourself more than any other…

I mean at any point of time or other we can say this life is NOTHING but the
Controversies between hEaRt and mInD.

Always ….yes almost ALWAYS you want to shout, want to cry , want to get a hold on your life , want someone else to take charge of your life , want to get drowned in someone else’s arm , want to feel what a sheltered offspring feels ..BUT then a well cultured , well brought up , a sophisticated MiNd comes in, refuting in a second all the foundation work you have been doing through out your life , refuting your efforts , your dreams and will make you feel as if you are not capable enough to dream as well…

Frankly saying ..at this point of time
My Mind is saying I’ve said enough , I’ve discussed enough..I am happy enough to put all my thoughts in word and at the same time my mind in popping up and intimating me …..What a waste of thought ,time and money offcourse..

Humsafar....

The Greatest object in the universe is a good man struggling with adversity;yet there is still a greater ,which is the good man that comes to relieve it....