Rush

We talked, and more often we use to have arguments, unending discussions which used to exhaust our energies but not the content and thoughts fueling our mind. We wrote too, on Microsoft word, on our own tangible old buddy-paper, in diaries and at times we scribbled too on bare walls of our hostel rooms.
Well I’m talking about one of my dearest friends-Pooja Joshi (if I were putting it on facebook, I would have tagged you Pooja!!) whom I recently asked to write a guest post for my blog. And just as I had expected, she came up with a beautiful piece I can decorate my blog with. And here I’m sharing it with you guys.

  
    "Inspired by Each thing I do I rush through so I can do/ something else" - Stephen Dobyns

If I had a single moment to myself each day,
That day would be filled with pain again-
For in that moment I would unquestionably find
That what I'd become is not how I'd begun.

If I had a single chance to take,
That instance would be filled with doubt again-
For in that chance I would not rely,
This what I wanted is not what I need.

If I had a single fibre of courage bestowed,
That strength would slowly waste away
And to that strength I would not hold
For tears taste better to a hopeless soul.

If I had a single hand to hold-
That gesture would be frowned upon,
For in that hand is a touch of kindness-
That guilt would be my ultimate withdrawal.

If I was asked to make a single wish,
That dream I'd seen open eyes would revive,
And in that dream I would want to reside-
For what I rush through is just life.

So don't give me a moment, a chance or courage
Don't lend me a hand or ask for my wish
I don't want to cherish what I can't nourish
I just want to rush through this life.

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Commas in the Beautiful World,,,

First of all, to all those who have been reading my blog posts and might have mulled over the blog title, A Little of That in those commas, at some point of time or the other, perchance, I owe an explanation for the same….!!!

What are commas for?

What are these?

Well as per my perception, they are those beautiful curves which beg us to take short breaks or else bear the consequences. These are those little speed-breakers on streets, roads, and highways in the context of literature. Literature somehow has also been an area of high magnetic field in my life. Metaphors, personification and similes have always attracted me because you can compare anything with everything in this world and also out of this world.

And so I can compare our lives with paragraphs; our daily lives with lines; and those little breaks that we take in our daily lives to think from sensible things to absolute rubbish things, with commas.

Well, as I said earlier, commas are supposed to be short brakes, but I kind of enjoy them, and so for me, they last for a little longer durations (after all, I know, I am going to have a long life!!).

 Just like today, when I was supposed to work for a project, I rather chose to listen to cold play (my favorite music band) and it took to me to a different world.

 My favorite number from the band is a song titled beautiful world. There are other masterpieces that the band has gifted its fans, but this particularly is my favorite because it neither makes me happy nor makes me sad. It seems as if the band while composing the song thought of something like; let’s go to the outer space and mimic our lives in the form of music for two minutes. In two minutes it manages to touch all the chords of my senses as if finger-tipped all the moods that I can go through and all the emotions that I can feel, to make me aware of all of these. So basically in the end it makes all kind of forces act upon me and in the end I don’t know what the result is! All I know is that within the two minute frame, the time realized a change of momentum. And then I get pulled by the invincible force developed around me to relish all those moods and emotions again.

It is like a word that fills up blanks in any incomplete sentence. The song somehow just fits in each phase of my life.

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And so every time I listen to it, it makes me realize this is how life is; it just goes on with no defined breaks or moods, but with commas. It goes on with intervened vicissitudes accentuated with low and high tempo or absence of it in the song. For instance, we usually follow a normal mundane daily routine but sometimes our days get highlighted with special moments or times when we could imagine a different instrument or a set of instruments being played in the background. But in the end does it leave you with an entirely different mood?

 At the end of the day, we neither feel high sense of elevation, nor do we feel terribly depressed. This is what happens most of the times. It just goes on…..nothing really changes…Time has got a unique property, i.e., at the end it neutralizes everything…

 I remember, in the second year of my college, when for the first time I started traveling long distances, on my own, I used to listen to the song again and again on my walkman (those were the times of technology backwardness). I used to keep rewinding it to understand what exactly the song was doing to me. All I knew then was that it seemed that the song was being played in the same rhythm of my life, of my journey.

And even today when I listen to it, it makes me hear my own life. And it does nothing else….

Have you ever come across such a song…let the music player of your mind play it now…!!

Watch the video of 'Beautiful World' ...(also named 'don't panic')..

PARALLEL UNIVERSE

                                                              Flames to dust ,Past to existence

                                                                 Iron to rust, gold to pretense

                                                                Time to haste, love to revenge

                                                             Glut to waste, glory to demotion

                                          In my mind all of it piles up to clog the drainage

                                                      Dull isn’t it, is this what you wanted?

                                         To see the nasty peril taking you into its bondage??

I drag my feet against the ground

I dance for the devil anonymous, unaware, like a clown

How many times would you give the devil a chance

It makes a mockery out of your life and you still take it as a prank

Can you not see the face, of course you can’t, you’re blindfolded

A rigid shaft in which your life has already been molded

You cannot see the unseen with your naked eyes wide open

But I see it through my twitched eyes,through the convoluted fiber woven

It is the destiny that arrogates everything we ever own

It is the devil that binds us to our life in this world, whether idyllic or forlorn….

Take me to the first dew, to an early morning rain

The life poured into our bodies cannot be now changed

We can at least adulterate the poison with antidote forced into our veins

Take me to the freshwater of the free spirited river

 flowing ahead of fixated constellations, in an aplomb manner

Our ears benumbed by the blaring sounds of horns

 popping out of the world’s cloak’s every invisible hole

Take me to a sky where chirpy birds glide Higher Heights

away from the black hole, free after scraping the ugly witch’s face full of black moles

Take me to the land shining soothingly with reflection of the moon

We may not live, although we can sojourn in a celestial world,

A terrain no one ever reigned, beautiful with flowers and leaves

We’ll make it true with our efforts solid with determination and soft with dreams

At least, I do get success every time I shut my eyelids when heavy with the burden

I can open them feeling light  in my perfect world which in the real world is seldom

And this perfect world on the other side of my eyes,

slips away from the shackles of my life,

and so I walk into this  PARALLEL UNIVERSE  that I’ve designed,

in which the flame of love lives throughout the time and

Where gold is only the nature of heart of every person here

Where destiny is interdicted and time flows like a perennial river…….