The Stone Age

Fond husband, ancient settler in the mind,

Old fat spider, weaving webs of bewilderment, Be kind.

You turn me into a bird of stone,

a granite Dove, you build round me a shabby room,

And stroke my pitted face absent-mindedly while You read.

With loud talk you bruise my pre-morning sleep,

You stick a finger into my dreaming eye.

And Yet, on daydreams, strong men cast their shadows, they sink Like white suns in the swell of my Dravidian blood,

Secretly flow the drains beneath sacred cities. When you leave, I drive my blue battered car Along the bluer sea.

I run up the forty Noisy steps to knock at another's door.

Through peep-holes, the neighbours watch, they watch me come And go like rain.

Ask me, everybody, ask me What he sees in me, ask me why he is called a lion,

A libertine, ask me why his hand sways like a hooded snake Before it clasps my pubis.

Ask me why like A great tree, felled, he slumps against my breasts, And sleeps.

Ask me why life is short

and love is Shorter still,

ask me what is bliss and what its price....

MY TWINSOUL....

.....Music, poems, stories,emotions,feelings,amazement,wonder,happiness, bliss....
together at the right time, at the right place exactly when u need it....
to help u believe in yourself, in your true, pure self....
to love u unconditionally, to accept you, to not jugde you....
to compliment you , to soothe you , to inquire about you...
to calm you, to guide you, to care, to bring a smile to your tired face....
I think Ive got it......MY TWIN SOUL........HELLO!!

The Island!!!!

A beautiful circle....in the middle of a city.....

of plants, trees, people.....people who love solitude came alone.....

we were two..but actually one...happy in our aloneness...knowing very well we could be together and still be alone....

do u remember?

the earth that smelled so sweet....the soil that stuck to our clothes....wanting us to come back ...again...and again.....

which we did..

do u remember? the relief of lying down....on the grass.....

just to be able to rest our backs and tired legs...

the amazement of finding such a place.....in a city like ours...

do u remember the last time we met....

we spoke of dreams,of connections, of life, of beauty.....

so much has happened since then....

so much.....

but Ive not found anyone yet....

to go with to the island...

maybe i wont find....

the island waits for us...ITS OUR SECRET.....

it beckons us

will it find us there again? thats the question it asks......

i dont know what to say.....

forgive!

To forgive but not forget is a double edged sword

you can't excuse their actions ,then never let them live it down!

we think it makes us stronger

we won't be hurt again,

but in fact we only hurt ourselves and drive ourselves insane

if you can't move on from actions taken

be the one to take the blame, for we ourselves will make mistakes

there's no rules in this game

fear not the one inflicted with pain

but the bearer of the burden

is the one who can't forgive himself

for causing all your hurting

when reality comes in through the backdoor.......

Its so easy to live in a world of fantasy...of make believe....in ignorance...

The sense of mystery that every man craves for is soooooo important

when the mystery comes into your home., into your life...u no longer want to solve it...

Its then difficult...

to recognise your fantasy, your fun, the lies........

u rather run away...... u find faults...thers no more time!!!!!......

u have to find a another MYSTERY, another pack of lies!

For me, Ive always wanted to face life head on....to understand my reality..

I know theres only that much that I have to offer,

but what I have is precious beyond anything in this world....

I hold a treasure in my heart.....

and I have an ignited mind......

I feel free and happy....I feel bliss.....

but I am not a mystery,

Im open now....Im unmasked....naked....

I dont want to play the game...

I dont want to be ignorant any more.....

I want my reality to come to me from the front door......and embrace me..

as Im ready now.....

ready as never before!!!!!

ghalib....

What Shakespeare is to English Language, Ghalib is to Urdu, the language of over a billion people around the world.
A literary contemporary of Khayyam, Hafiz, Rumi, Bedil, Sa'di and Mir, Ghalib is the most widely read poet of Urdu Language.
Yeh na thee hamari qismat..

Yeh na thee hamari qismat keh wisaal-e-yaar hota
Agar aur jeete rahtay yehi intezaar hota

Tere waade par jiyee ham to yeh jaan jhoot jana
Keh khushi se mar na jaate agar intezaar hota

Yeh kahaan ki dosti hai bane hain dost naaseh
Koi chaarasaaz hota koi ghamghuzar hota

Kahoon kis se main keh kya hai shab-e-gham buri balaa hai
Mujhe kya bura tha marana agar aikbaar hota

Huay mar keh ham jo ruswa huay kyun ka gharq-e-dariya
Na kabhi janaza uthata na kahin mazaar hota

Yeh masaael-e-tasavvuf yeh tera bayan ghalib
Tujhe ham wali samajhate Joh na badaakhwar hota.

T R A N S L A T I O N
I N
E N G L I S H

It was never in my fate to meet my beloved.
Even if more years of life was to me allocated, I would have been still awaiting the prize cherished.

If you think that I had been living on your promise, it is a lie.
For, if I had faith in you, would not of joy I would die.

Woe betide, my friendship, that the friends give pious advice and sermons they deliver.
I need someone on whose shoulders could I weep, who could allay my grief and my fears.

Whom should I tell that the night of sorrow is full of pangs.
I would not have resented the death, if it comes only once.

Disgraced, as I was after my death, why didn't I drown in a river or sea.
Neither, there would have been a funeral, nor tomb erected for me.

The marvels of ethical problems and your statements full of meanings.
I would have counted you, "Ghalib" amongst dearest friends of God; if only, you had not been a lover of drinks.

coincidences

Coincidences do they really happen....... or is it destiny.....
i read somewhere that coincidences don't really happen..... theres nothing like it....maybe serendipity...
Spirits that have the same positivity move towards each other...this can happen whether u r in India or in Spain or in Ethiopia..
one day the spirits meet......
my life is dotted with examples of this kind of serendipity
Ive met all my forever friends in some kind of supernatural situation.....when i think about it i feel extraordinary..... blessed...happy.....