Whims!

I saw the moon last night,

Gleaming amid the sparkling sky,

I gazed lost with baited breath,

At the splendour that it holds in itself.

I saw the moon last night,

As chaste as the bright light,

I spoke of all my heart’s desire,

Declaring with a coy demeanour.

I saw the moon last night,

Gently stroking my essence right,

I wished with all my heart and might,

Hoping he would listen to me tonight.

@Image Courtsey Illustrats

Match the Box!

Pieces of the puzzle that fit,

Some don’t and they make a mess,

Day and night the tension builds,

How do we solve a case mislead?

Comic feels and emotional tides,

Heroes and villains both unite,

Stringed stories onto a hem,

Builds a picture in your head.

Shards of a broken glass,

Sit exposed on the ground,

Just watch baby, where you step,

Life lays a trap all around and how.

O' Kabira!

"Bura Jo Dekhan Main Chala, Bura Naa Milya Koye,

 Jo Mann Khoja Aapna, To Mujhse Bura Naa Koye."

Wise words are spoken and you remember them more when they are build into music that touches every ounce of your soul. Kabir Café is one such fusion group who has presented the world with the gift of music and poetry bundled into one package. I heard this group for the first time at Sula Fest and since then I have become an ardent fan. 

What happens when you quit everything to follow your dreams? You end up creating beautiful music. We have been blessed with so many amazing poets that we only need follow their lyrics, ones that have power. Kabir was one such poet, and even though we know of him, studied him in the 5^th standard, somewhere with rock, pop culture and alternate music we forgot him. But like every word has a reader, every poet has a follower! Kabir Cafe has brought him back to life and aren't we all grateful for that.

The energy that their fusion music brings to the stage is mad, just some simple yet beautiful lyrics make you lose yourself into bliss and connect with all the positivity that is ushered into the soul.

This is what good music does to you. This is how fantastic poetry drives into your core and makes you connect with each other and the artist. Somewhere between munni badnam hue and all the rubbish bollywood numbers (not denying there are some good ones and definitely not denying that they are dance worthy) but somewhere your mind is hungry for music with substance. 

Age doesn't matter then, ethnicity doesn't come into the picture, there is just you, the music and the love for it. This is why we need good musicians with us, they make living worth it. The music that they give us are the best companions for days and nights where you seek comfort outside the boundaries of humans. They provide solace in ways which I cannot put into words except that they surround you in a silo even when you are surrounded by a million bodies.

Sufism, classical songs or Bhakti songs may not be to everyone's liking, or maybe they might be into the fashion statement of many people. For me, it's just the connect with God or nature or universe. I don't know but I always seem to get the answers I seek when I listen to or sing these songs. That's all I need to know, that they are my telephone line to the almighty in the 21st Century ;p and these artists- my gurus!

Oh that feeling!

Changing your work place is almost like an experience you have, say when you leave your maika to go to your sasural. Ofcourse, it's only so if you liked working wherever you were working before. When everything that is new around you warrants that you be careful about how you behave, how you dress, how you address, with a probability that you may end up not impressing the bade buzurgs, you just end up trying too hard at times. Or the opposite happens and they warm upto you so quick that you don't feel like a stranger at all.

It often happens that when you go back to your home or a place you love, you are greeted with smiles, hugs and that extra love. I've been lucky that ways as wherever I've worked, I've always been remembered (thankfully for good), but my last job became so much more than just a work place. It's a place where I felt everyone was connected to me and it's such a great feeling to go back there again and again. From the security guards who salute so hard with a great big smile on their face when you ask them how they are to the canteen boys who will run and make the best ginger tea for you and even save some samosas for you because they know you are coming for a visit or the office folks start feeding you whatever they have with them. To the old clerical staff blessing you, or even your seniors joking that they were overjoyed that you are back or the endless laughter with people who are so excited to know everything that's going on with you. Hell, even the shopkeepers notices your absence and requests that you atleast pay a visit fortnightly. That's the kind of warmth and love I adore, that's where I feel belonged.

It feels great to meet everyone, but you almost end up with a painful jaw because of all the smiles. I especially love the hugs that linger on and pull you in so deep that you can literally feel their vibes rubbing off on you. It's so amazing to hear compliments and comments like " tu gaye to raunak chali gaye", or " Kaam ke time pe tu bahot yaad aate hai" or "Tera hasta hua chehra bahot miss karte hein". This is the reason why I go back there whenever I feel low, all the energies that surround you along with a playback of memories so special to you just make you feel amazing and are an instant pick me up.

I know it will take some time (okay, maybe a lot) to get used to adjusting in the new place (even though I think I already kinda have) but then the minute something falls apart you just want to crib about all that went wrong, and you call the people who matter most and crib and crib and crib away to glory. That, my people is one of the BEST therapies. 

The Lure!

 

Augury!

A song that I croon in my reveries,

Lyrics sung within heartstrings,

A craving for your skin on mine,

Under the dimly starlit skies.

Let’s get lost in a black hole,

Swim in the vastness of the cosmos,

Till the day, we find a twin plane,

Where our souls will accost and mend.

Bound to your heavenly embrace,

Warped time and in twinkling space,

Making love in whispered timbres,

Lingering as the cores bind senseless.

@Image courtesy Twin_Flames_1111

Halt!

A saunter across the asphalt,

Leaves falling from the limitless sky,

Entranced with the scenic panorama,

Adrift in her own trance.

As each leaf swirls from the branch to the ground,

A gentle reminder of how time flies brisk,

Take a moment or two now,

Seize the ample life in tow.

Trail lined with flamboyant buds,

Invigorating all of her senses,

Open your heart and breathe in,

Bounty the creation holds within.