Kal Ho Na Ho

For the first time in my blog the title goes in Hindi.

The title derived by one of the best movies I have ever seen, which captured my heart in all sense, living up to its title name. Today I find myself on the same boat not sure if I will make it tomorrow.

It's not about misunderstanding.But the tragedy began when the silence is not understood.

I have lately been taught, that the clap can happen with one hand.

The one hand which is the cause of all troubles

The one voice which is the cause of all troubles

Now its the silence which is cause of all troubles.

Not sure what next to add up to the never ending list of troubles, but yes one thing for sure its just the singular version which causes the trouble and they believe it will continue to do so.

Can thou let me know, what I am supposed to do, I had enough of the shallow understanding and not sure if I am there to add on to the list of trouble, KAL HO NA HO

Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will.

Stylemaker

What is life?


Is it the flash of a firefly in the night?

Is it the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime?

Is it the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset?

When I was alone on a starlit night,
When by chance I saw the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat;
When I saw children in a moment when they are really children,
When I knew love in my own hearts
When I heard an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash

I realised the evolving entity, the demanding body, the surrounding pride all constituted for the artificial man in me.

Whom I trusted to understand me never understood
Whom I believed to be my own, never thought so
Whom I felt to by mine, was not to be
Whom I cherished to be my soul, has wandered
Whom I...
As the solitude hunted me, the new idol got created, with pain of lost trust, love and the wandered soul deep buried. I am Shattered and broken beyond repair.

But the misty mirror had one story to tell:
Life is an endless struggle full of frustrations and challenges, but eventually you find a hair stylist you like.

I, Me, Myself

Twilight covered the sky like a bed spread
Decibel level of the drooping birds was on rise
Seeing the Vapour lamps taking sheen away from the twilight I headed to the couch to get a wrap up of the day from the elegant looking lady with days report on hand.
Swapping across the channels and silently commenting on what came across my eye, my mind wandered into the dense forest of thoughts which hardly brew these days.

As the mind grazed the meadows of thought, some thing out of scene from the real world took away my concentration, a call from Ms W.

Ms W: Hi Dear, It's Me....
Me: Hi sweet!!
Ms W: Don't come to pick me up from work, I will come on my own...
Me: Huh, as u wish...

Like Magnetic waves waiting to pull the compass to its tune, some thing pulled me to its side, the much awaited nap.
From the clam and silence of embedded self, I woke with a jerk, to see the clock tick past and leaving the trace of history.

Got hold of my companion in silence and dialled Ms W to check for dinner menu.
Me: Hello
W: Hi...
Me: Watz up, started back to home...
W: Yea done will start in some time... Let me finish my dinner first...
Me: Ho... Oh... Huh....
Me: K, Cya

The candle which lit the table blew away.
The sizzler hot Corn, dried down.
Emotions was a like a blend of colours on the painters dish

I cooked up the dinner and gulped all by myself with a broken heart...

Thinking how selfish people get, they even forget the waiting ones
Better I am not that selfish... Err Am I not
How selfish of me, to gulp those foods without having a second thought of sharing.

This is when I realised
“Human history is the sad result of each one looking out for himself”

Relaunch, Relance, Relanzar

I kept on waiting, to be released.. lone wolf from my world....

Saw the waves calling

Wind touched my hair invitingly

A small illusion, counterfeit love, spurious emotions all devoid me from sailing...

Alas!! How long should I wait..

Shackles are broken... Anchor has dripped down the ocean..

Steering lost his sheen, raft got tore

I am back... from the spurious emotions

Back into my blogs lap

Back to my howling days....

The Sail have begun... not to turn back to shore

JIGSAW which PRICKS

Life has been a great leveller,

A great teacher who seldom retires,

who accompanies you in every turn

Words passing thru the strand, which I trusted.. is no more the same....

My emotions seldom gets registered,

My love seldom reaches there

My pains are seldom heared

But I trusted you my friend,

The job was well done, but I never expected to bring cracks on my mirror.

The cracks which gets filled not easily.

The cracks which seldom gets healed

which pricks, and continues to prick

like a never ending Jigsaw puzzle.. the jigsaw which pricks... making me learn the art of miscommunication... the communication which left my love gasp for breath, in between the stream of tears....