A blessing per Rupee

A life is as much earned

As any amount of gain be cherished

Steps can change not the destination, but the way

Moments can change not the real you, but the reality

Money can change not the way one looks within

but the choices

Heart wanted to achieve a lot, body wanted to relax a lot

Dreams wanted to expand a lot

A gain wanted to name my life, a life earned instead

Where blessing becomes a life

There are never the souls that strife …

A mind is as much broadened as any power of self be explored

A look can show not just the existing but what lies beneath

A judgement speaks out not about others

But unconsciously about our own self

Eyes wanted to bless a lot, hands wanted to cash a lot , night wanted to comfort a lot

A Rupee wanted to name my life

A blessing fared life instead

A look genuine with concern will ask never to give

But raise love to grant

An age is sighed which has seen

Not the real change in people, but the appearances

A life on road has brought me no  luxuries

But a crown of self rule

A settlement with clemency of others has changed not my

Profession, but has quoted me a blessing …

Honesty wanted to achieve a lot, smile wanted to stretch a lot

The old age wanted to say a lot, people wanted to regionalize my life, a blessing its aim became instead..

Wishes of the self might not chase forever, but self will….

One eye often cried, could change not the way grounded life of mine

But silenced my angst instead

One ear often heard, overheard, the aspersions, whispering

‘why doesn’t she effort to earn? Has she not the two hands, legs and senses?’

One soul laughed, another one became stolid

Questioned my unspoken glances many

‘how much have they gained, and what have they lost?

How much can they help, for how long can they be kind?

Some eyes blessed, knowing more of love tan their own life

Stopped, touched, smiled with care and not mercy

A rupee there wanted to name my life, but somebody’s

Unselfish love earned instead…

A life became successful, a wish became fruitful

A belief became rational

When my wish to bless and live

Was touched by those eyes,

Those hands comprehending not

Just  the way I am

But why I am ….

Holi Bash!

Holi Bash!

Lots of colors, lots of madness, lots of music and lots of booze, 

it was the time to just fucking let loose 

basked in the sun, had a splash, spirits set high

a world of colors, and lots of friends

got together and not letting the day end.. 

bit of a drama, bit of a gang fight

still had a shot on our plunging dive 

floating in to the water, driving in to the musync  ;)

through the guitars of 'them clones'

we rose from the sky, shaking our heads,our eyes could barely blink

not wanting to miss ;)

great show it was, its echoes stay

live and vivid . . . 

all was orange, green, pink and blue

one helluva holi party, thats true

its minor spoilers though we could avoid going through!!!!

Clothes that bought you!

The morning stare that you give to you when you wake up and the happy smile

that you give to the mirror away as you wash your face off all willing to go hit and hide in the sack or in the arms of your loved one…

All of these little things we do are a part of our daily behaviour/needs. Call them by any name and yet its undaunted that looking at yourself is important.

We often make fun of people who like looking at themselves too much in the mirror or even as they stoop down to check on their reflection. What is it that they are trying to look at? Is it only the physical attributes of one’s personality? Why is it that there’s so much awkwardness one feels when caught looking? Can’t we check to see if we are looking okay? What is this whole dilemma of feeling ‘caught’ when somebody just looks at us all of a sudden and we just tend to frown or ignore it at times…

As much as we can’t stop checking ourselves out, its going to be more worthwhile to really put a lid on our feeling of being watched or caught especially when one is trying to follow his/her will. So what if it is going to look awkward in front of others.

By following will, it means that you want to be somebody you thought of becoming. And checking again and again is a sign that you want to make sure you are not just feeling it in your heart but carrying it away as well.

You are going to see the real you by following your heart and then even your reflection will see what you always wanted to see in you; physically, mentally and heartily.

One can add on all the attributes in one’s personality by simply taking a deeper look at one’s self in the mirror and see what you wearing, what you put on your face and what colour you choose to reflect your personality.  Does it all speak about you or is it something you have picked on because it’s cool, or makes you look ‘in’ with the times.

This time don’t ask.  Just look.  And look again!!

And once you have looked you will see the boy / girl / woman /man who has grown over the times to dress up in a particular way. Is it really how you wanted to be or has some things (persons, trends etc) influenced you deep down so you ended up personifying yourself like that?

Well, to be your self

And light the veil

Pick on a favourite color

And fiddle through the drawer

De-clutter your everything

And welcome a refreshing swing

Bow down to the real you

Which was hidden

Beneath the clothes that bought You!! 

--

Akanksha

What it is that you say to me

that my anger brings out a smile

What is it that you do to me 

that my rigidness wants to hide in the sack

what it is that your smile does to my heart

that i only want to see you when i feel low

life gives a lot of days in a year to live

but what is it about you that my days

don't get tired running past life

and living the years off...

what is it love that you are made of

that even in my anger , and stupidity

you never let me realise where i lack

magic, mantras or super cool tantras

you surpass ocean when it goes high touching the sky 

higher than the will of the heart 

deeper than the gods could place our heart 

and lighter than the air that my joys float away in my heart

I love you too mate

and i hear it too

still why is it that you making me shout to my heart aloud

that i love you and you and you and...

--

Akanksha  

Choice or a Two 

If you ever have to get stuck by choice

do that with the idea of celebrating life

damn you forlorn flunks

yes, that's what we were born to do

Failures are nothing but short of sights

you look at them and can see

what is needed

What you can’t look at is

beneath the puddle

because you dig out what you want to hide

So fetch some hike and ride

get on your plunging sprightliness

Launch your pride weapons

sousing them with your humour and wit

for nothing appeals mankind more than

a shared soak-able dip 

--

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Friend

Rediscovering an old friend is like finding a hidden flower

 in your school notebook, 

fresh and alive.

   

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Love.

From the  realms  of  my existing  soul

and the nights that were spent alone

from the swirling of the water

and the falling of the rain drops

till the days quickly can come

to an end

and till the depth eyes can see

you and nothing else

from my longings and every day prayers

in the want to find the love

to complete what I was born to do

till the deepest fears heart knew

would be covered when that smile shines

from thousand different distances

to crossing the paths with you

stretching over the years without you

to the craving of listening to your soulful voice

from the deepest heart of my soul

to the hollow realities that lay

naked without you

knew a part of you which was

always with me

kept a part of you which was always with me

kept memories of you oh love

in a want to finally get you

had lived my life to wait for you to come

to come and love me and take me home .. .

--

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Visited

Silent I was lying in my bed

Letting the free time to lead

Through a deep melancholy of moments lived

Came along images, smiles, laughter, fear in black and red

Stayed on voices in the ears, some words hard to forget  

Passion led life swirled down the lips

 Came along a call

And life differed away from the plight

While visited me all this while and came to my room

only the moon of the mighty night sky. ..  

--

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What makes up Writings in the Heart ?

To revel in anonymity of Else

can never be the leading way

of knowing your Self ...

Words I believe have always been derived from what we see, imagine and dream about.

When I saw, I captured. When I captured, I could write.

Photography happened to me because I wanted to write about the things I came across since writing was a primordial part of me. 

Also when at the end of the day I would casually go throw the pictures I had taken, I would get strong impulses to write about things I had seen, about beliefs I have explored and the people I had met.

Slowly and gradually, the collection of the pictures  had became a warehouse of stories for me, of real and distant things, of true and false beliefs, of dreams and realities, of everyday life and of beautiful hope that reflected in the smiles of some of the faces I had captured.

So I became deeply attached to the collection of pictures I had on my laptop, or on my cell phone. They were not merely pictures which would get deleted with time. They were taken from life to depict life under the sky which has probably seen ages of life under it.

So that’s how my passion for photography took up and shaped. Though I had inclinations of learning all the technicality of taking professional photographs but I didn’t want to spoil the feel of it. Often when you try to make a passion perfect, you shape and change it. And then the impulsiveness and creativity draws away because we constantly try to make the angle perfect, or the simply we start thinking.

I wanted to be free of thought when I took photographs in a way that would let me capture anything and everything I wanted without putting in efforts to take it perfectly. So I chose to keep it heart-felt and raw.

My first book (The Unspoken Thoughts) that’s why was a tribute to this free will of taking pictures and I complied each one of them with a poem I had written. And there it was my first published picture-poetry book. Also when one would see the picture, they would get the idea behind the words in the poem.

Photography was the sight for my writings. And till now they make me write and would continue to do so. Also when you revel in the nuances of self, you grow. And so does your sight and photography! 

Fights

Whats it about a fight

that never seems to make things right

initially its a rage of emotions flowing fast apart

gets torn from your arms and on to the person

love shared person gets the hang of the ill words spoken

and the words start to fire up

when it could have been a great night's love

fights are unavoidable, yet could be dealt with calmly

to deal how is tough to learn

to deal why, is easily termed

to deal right is you and your partner's concern

but to make love triumph, all the troubles adjourned

you got to hold close, 
a charm-ful heavy love mad dose... ;) 

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The beauty of the life is to wait for things to happen to you, while moving on .

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A journey for the In-side

Prayer is like flying

May not always take you to the desired height always

But for the moment when in the sky

It lets you fly high and

Be in union with your heart and will

Praying is an unmissable ceremonious part of our Indian religious culture but it is one of the most innate feelings that human beings are born with. A prayer is not necessarily reading of scriptures for a particular duration or chanting of mantras known to one but it is the art of speaking out internally a message, desire or a wish that you want to or have already realised in life.

If we can manage to say a prayer in silence of our mind no matter in which situation we might be in, by staying in accord with our mind, body and soul at the same time, then not only it takes the soul on a spiritual journey but also helps in sorting out conflicting thoughts; which when not taken positively can stay in our mind, enter our daily life and gradually yield negativity in almost all our activities.

At times when faced with a situation with no personal time and the feeling of ‘blue stuck in grey’(when barring yourself, everything else surrounding you seems to be grey, lacking life, vigour and enthusiasm) catches your soul then saying even a small prayer cuts you off from the world and its happenings at the remotest levels.

To say that prayer, one would speak or utter to one’s self anything that comes from within, even a mere stating of how you are feeling to your own self at that time would bring about a small level of awareness about self’s feelings. And on the other hand you would be giving that tiny bit of private time to yourself while carrying out all the roles and relationships that you are actively a part of.

By saying a prayer anytime every day, bit by bit you move on to know your self better. What you say out, what you see inside after closing your eyes and what your internal voice utters out to you and ultimately to the creator, generates a part of your self which is aware not just of the routine work or duties you are required to do but also of the person who was once born and had his/her own likes and dislikes to exercise and dreams to achieve and cherish as he/she grows up as a part of the scheme called life.

Also, “when risen handholding the awakened self, trivialities bother much less.”

-

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From Else to Self

To revel in anonymity of else

can never be the leading way

to know your self

eyes are opened and the existence awakes

future, like instincts is made known

when actualised by practising beliefs

invisible, like thoughts is the silence

that inherits the shadows of many

puts a realisation in self ...

acquire at any moment one can but

the land bearing the present two steps

chant through unspoken eyes one can

but the lived verses of life...

worshipped thus wholly every religion 

when eyes  are blinked immersed in faith 

religion like senses imbibes mystics of

volition in beings..

atheist or not, religion is but to live

everyday where be the temple of life

with unending roof of protecting sky ..

from death came life, from sky came land

from eveil came love, from dark came light

and from else came self...

arms are stretched and all religions embraced

steps do touch the first thing in the morn

and the land is thus respected

slumber wakes up a dream

an dthe dream wakes up life

when ever eyes are opened, wakes up the self

to rebel in restrictions of self

is a free way  of knowing

Self amongst Else ...

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(Kailash Mansarover)

Love is far reaching, the most lightest in appeal,

brings you to life that mind sometimes fails to reveal ..

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When risen handholding the awakened self, trivialities bother less .

The last solace

whay lay forgotten lays far beneath

forget heart can't what it sow

a look when falls on the life now so raw

cries out heart, seeks no existence

and ripped stands life devoid of soul

when the last solace draws black upon the hopes

life complicates, love falls, and the world drowns

nothing changes the will of the dead heart

no more the scarings haunt the scared

nothing comes when sole reason to live shatters

no sound, no words coming out of the mouth stands true

when the last solace draws black on blue

whay lay ahead can not be the same

life after all proved to be a pain

how all wishes can come true was often

the thought of the innocent heart

now after ages the life has become dull

shine restorative by none

how to sit up and how to look

wish could turn to the ages of two

the last solace

had his heart belonged to another

the words now banging in my head forever

hurt am not, nor am i sad

ripped i am of the soul i had once felt

they say

as we sow, so we reap

life played again its old game

coined a fool with love petal name

silence of the creation is met with

when the last solace leaves you alone amidst

it was just a beginning , a realization crew

never knew it would strike so hard in the heart

with the pain drops, coated blue

writing, oh solace i now name you

take me back to when i was not created

my love, my trust, my faith when lay not insulted

call me back to you , take me along with you , make me smile

and say to me to live my life

when you have found a reason for me here

when you can heal my heart which lay open

take me back

this is not me, can not be

take me back to the ages of two

and send me afar where nothing feels blue .

..

Flight

Life is not about presenting a perfectly balanced picture,

its about being able to stand when you could have easily fallen down .. .

 

 

 

 

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The Mystical Night

A morn can sometimes be

But a night will continue to be a dream .. .

A thought is awake and the subject sleeps
A silence is worn and the desire wakes up

A dream is lashed down and the arena unexplored

A morn can sometimes be

But a night will continue to be a dream .. .

 

The eyes are sealed in anonymity and the vision lighted

strange situations, stranger people , and unspoken glances

an emotion is felt with closed eyes

and the whole world is made real in the closed yet broad

arena of imagination ..

 

imagination many a times when practiced in life 

can be made true 

but it might be the thought of imagination that naturally came to come true ..

thoughts with a strong belief , will let us explore

the dark vibrant shadows of the night 

 

However, a morn can sometimes be 

but a night will continue to be a dream .. 

 

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Nature-Call

Our noise, words get silenced up when nature's play is easily heard .

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