A New dawn of glory


“Stirring in the vessel of my soul

Emboldened by hope to steel myself

As I breathe you in, like morning coffee

You hatched my saunter into a firm stride 

 Impelled by the vinaceous sky of the first light

To sour with faith 

Off the mark or to the right

It winnowed down to heroic spine

Flashing the chances everytime 

In the mazy miniature of life

All but a lonely grind

If only it were rubescent swathes

Conceding the contrary essence 

To ruminate and unearth ornate spirit

So when in somersault of travail

That valour is the rescue aid

In this fine day, being alive

It’s a tipsy marriage of grit and hail

Knocked off, yet hell bent

Who said, it’s a joyride

Brace up and discern the calling

It’s a new dawn 

Greeting to unfold the glory again “

Chasing dreams

Maybe the end is far

but my heart beats for it

Embellished! I chased it all along

Nowhere near to sprints

If not fierce, it’s not fair

It’s the price of my sky

Long away from just a leap of faith

conspiring for greater

a magma of life

ripped a barbarous soul

crippled to dream again

yet an acidic dip

into an impish fog

made an empress oh well

combating the Satan

calmed waters fortified the sentience

pathways sure are polar

as is my sky, closer and sunnier!

A SAGA OVER MY CUP OF TEA

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With my perfectly textured ginger cardamom tea in the morning, I feel sorted, focused, passionate and fresh. It gives me the highs of the day. A beverage in a little cup can do a mystic work on my core. Just when I frame my intent to be disciplined for my entire day, this drink directs my energies towards beta mode where I am into my shell of high order work ethic for achieving my goals

Not a lot goes into it’s preparation, but anything thick and loose, ruins the chain of thoughts linked to it. I never was a tea person until 3 months ago, when I sipped this beguiling drink. I went gaga as the flood of feelings ran past my calm mind. Surely, brewed herbs and spices with their flavored aroma provide undenied pleasure to the taste buds and gently pacifies the inner chords.

Healing fastens it’s process through this ideal catalyst. The clinking sound of the vessels in the kitchen is the household story during tea making, drawing up and arranging the side snacks. Catching up the early sneak peak of sunlight at the tea spot of my house is one of my favorite leisure.

It’s usually also a time when I skim through varied insightful books and I derive some mindful lessons almost in a fraction of seconds. It is an enlightening session. Being a morning person complementing with such time to spare broadens the wavelength of attention span for a fruitful day. It’s when I am unplugged from the superficial and unclogging the dilemmas or dicey situations.

Grabbing the ardor fondness and putting into one label is not the point. It is an expression given space to acknowledge that, which makes daily life profound. My routine takes it’s push from this staple, as I sit and put together the ideas I need to execute. Sometimes, It is an inspiration to jot into my journal, the out pour of gratitude.

Sobriety kicks in even on grim days with just the fragrance of cupful of hearty sumptuous tea. Dead beat shifts to live zest. Some days, it leaves me with a lamplight and my countless ruminations. Maybe I think more, that I prize the ordinary or that a tea, holds an inviting charm. It’s another abstract.

I value every tidbit, which my lifetime has to offer. If time is precious, we ought to thrive every way. I believe, appreciating what we have is a gateway to having what we desire. Merriment gathers the pathways to our goals. It’s not always going to be my cup of tea, but my cup of tea can be my way to my milestones.

Himalaya in me

Himalayas, known as abode of snow, sheltered my soul with immense positivity , love and radiance, during the week long kedarkantha trek.

Starting off my journey anxious of the trekking atmosphere, I prayed to be protected by the universe and create enchanting bonds in the lap of serenity. I was fortunate to be blessed with unbelievably affectionate folks, who I prefer to say, Family. Loaded with personal blocks of inhibitions, once united in the river of insanity, the tribe gelled in the hue of Oneness. Emotions just rolled out into open as if little toddler woke up from deep sleep, seeking to start afresh towards new beginnings fearlessly.

There was an attraction in being strangers at first. We delved into different modes of ice breaking. It came to a realization that we all are time travelers intersecting at this point, which is meant to be the origin of new stirring tales. Passage of time gave us a space to be happiest in our place. What mattered to me was the moment at hand, living with my heart pounding with exhilaration. It was still life. Amidst mellow vibes, peace secured it’s safe zone. It need not be spoken about. Feelings themselves were vocal in outpour. I felt immediate association with Himalayan range. It was a call to action for looking into the ultimate purpose of each life. What we are now, must be in sync with what we are meant for in the cosmos. I am an instrument, and my mission is progressive integrity. It was like an ancient chronicle speaking for itself.

There was an assembly of feelings, when we were walking on the snow trail in the starry moonlight between snow valleys and Himalayan            peaks, during midnight. Magic is for real. Those hours were magnet of enticing grace, charm of our existence and a spell of alchemy. There was a fulfillment in the trek like no other. Cold waves passed through us in base camp, which heightened our chill. Shackling our safe haven, we tip toed the inches of the trail. There was an unconditional bliss on the way. There is no one single definition. Each interpretation is a different language.

Cozy nights in blankets, drilling to know each other were another thrill. Waking up to a magnificently striking landscape was a dream come true. Living a city life, it’s hard to take in the wondrous scenery instantly. When it settled inside, life felt perfect. My soul was open to the enormous possibilities at my footsteps. I knew that I am tiny little in front of the astronomical Himalayas. Still, It strengthened me to pursue the expedition. Not only that, I was constantly tested to push my limits. I have cherished each of that second. Such moments vanish in blink of an eye. I breathed in the purity of Himalayas. It’s untouched. It’s a treasure of eternity. It was glorious. It was a feat for me, having the privilege to explore the majestic Himalayas.

Trekking over the rising altitude with gorgeous backdrop, it was a happening fantasy. Singing, dancing to beats, stepping ahead with happiness, friends all around, ones who care, it was something penetrating and striking the chords of the heart. We were connected with the thread of love. A colorful palette splashed it’s shades into our lives.

That euphoria was different. Embracing each person for who they were. Silence was a legit conversation. Each encounter was a tranquil state. We suddenly started clicking with companions on a miraculous level. That is a glue of solid bonds.

Promises made therein are divine. Cuddling in the warm hug beneath the shining full moon musical night, that was so passionate. It moved the entire setting into ardent tenderness. Aftermath sleep was earnestly complete. Exploring village life among mountains was an adventure in itself. Nearby locations were full of imaginary beauty.

Walking in the forest trail was just alluring. I meditated in that state, absorbing the natural ambience into myself. It was a breeze of awakening. I was wrapped in harmony. It was a place for thick expressions. Our home stay was just another home with another set of caring parents, who loved us delightfully. Being there was a feeling of unity. Sharing smiles, comedy nights, personal stories were sublime. We were not concerned with any extrinsic world. We were complete together. Time is precious, each life is priceless, memories are valuable and such vacations are exquisite, that was our spirit of living.

Angelic powers could be felt in the temple premises, where playful clouds were our messengers. Purity of the place is evident in the beautiful hearts of the people there. Tuned to the melodic impression, frolic mood made it’s way for amusing games and soulful hug.

Tapping into spaces of people, love was a mutual feeling shared. Happiness was at cloud nine. Trekking towards Yamuna river passing through village life was a lively perspective. Being on the rocks at the edge of the valleys, risk became a way of life. We were in the captivation of ravishing views. A week was about to be over, sensation of nostalgia was already in the mind. I wanted to live that time to the best of my spirit. It was life in it’s diverse outlines.

Packing to return was painful. It was not just stuffs that was to be packed, but the emotions, happiness, moments, new friendships to be taken for lifetime. There were both glee and gloom in that time. Bidding goodbye to the home of Himalayas. I knew there was a call to live for a while, before leaving. I wish I could. But life carries on. We arrived, made memories, shared emotions, became ecstatic friends, family, and now leaving for our own lives.

Himalayas is residing in me, when it is as pure as any soul. It made me close to every feeling that I have ever felt. Love is a giveaway. Life is majestic. I have taken back joyful lessons, living in the abode of magnificence.

Gratitude!

Independence Day

       

The poem is in commemoration of 70th year of independence of India on 15th Aug 1947. 

         The twinkling land of treasure

     Bequeathing a charm of innocence

      Reclined as an Imperial Sovereign

          Sunken into brooding history 

               Savaging past the border

     Grim nights and the thwarting noon

       Goldbricked of the bejeweled trunk

             Gnawed down to bits of fury

      Throwing apart the rampant tatters.

                Spark from the angithi

           Into the cursed leap of flame

         Burrowing in the cracks of sins

               Divides, once and for all

                 Subdued in coherence

         Revoked by the voice of honour

                    Smitten in haste

        Summoning the cast of valiance 

                 From the dust clouds

                   To the fierce hearts

      Fretting, lurking, numb and Groped

                   Shunning the rage

                  Of the dark invasion

                On the land of Descents 

                         Pure and rich

              Reduced to ashes of revolts

              Leaving an unknown desert

                 In the scape of chores 

                    Emerging patrons

           Exponenting the soulful pleat 

                With the sword of peace 

         As the sun shone on the rising hay

    And marks the onset of Independence                                     Day. 

Insomnia Intaglio

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In this inure islit,

secluded devoured of

the longed leeway of rest

as in just lie, but awake

still but thoughtless

glide in the wave of intaglio

soothing the soul

untieing the rope of delirium

into the freefall dive

deep down the dark illusion

that of the gala of tiny stars

smile twinkling out

with creation of land of desire ,

inside, but out

a dream to glare,

A wish , but real,

a dawn to feel,

Insomnia , a sheer quell,

Wide awake to kneel

to descent unconscious,

to let go,

let go the pull of the whims ,

of the jet lag of the moves ,

merging the time and mind’s eye

an emulsion of spring around ,

espouse the novel breath

with each hollow groove

of the nested snooze

for a dream of intaglio.

The Broken Liaison

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       The other day, I went off shore,

Wired in my musings,

Left the haunted footsteps,

brazen bold, I walked,

to the felonies inside,

A strange grey smudge,

As if an eerie in the woods.

Entangled in their own scaffolds

as the jury is at the door

knocking down the leafy roar,

Just as a chance to fly rattles

And it’s creepy flaps turn around a

loud battle

To let go of the island

Setting out towards that horizon

That’s the terrain I wove

in the clasping winds,

A spell of the fierce flame

In the quest of a revolution

Beneath the swirling throbs

There’s a life of Broken Liaison

Of the mysterious mind and the  aggresive soul

A Quiet Witness

That day spiraling aghast

in the cold shouldered winds

of the dark night,

swinging alone

past the bloody sheaths of walking deads,

gnaws of revenge,

scornful of the inhumane plight,

grumbling down their spine.

The unanswered bloodshed

of host of civilians

left a life long seal of reproach

of impuissance to pull those through,

the ones he had pledged to live for,

from the frightening awake of gunshots,

bullets piercing across their bodies,

in a shutter of life to lifelessness,

latched in his own existence ,

those teary cries of screech still

ring in his ears,

deads are alive,

alive for vengeance

from him,an abeyant soldier

in the cast of his quiet ignorance of duty,

escaping and running from them,

he opened his eyes

with a grimaced perspiring face

out from a horrendous dream,

though not really;

stroke of the wretched past in his soul

fight each day a new battle

of knighthood,

to rule the yard ,

than just being a quiet witness.

 

Love TracesThe Pavilion

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Roads grooved from ages

faint steps prod shallow,

stricken to their edges,

yet a quanit shadow,

at a quiet deserted crossroad

beholds me to a blind alley

by the cajole of a wispy thunder,

a shyness prickles

as it draws close

throbs prompting inside,

despite that,rhythms float

of the seeming incessant qualm

drooling paces of love,

curling in rapt halo,

across us,caged together,

forgetful of the blemishes,

nerves ,sash ,adorning courage

these winds of love,

leading to a fabled pavilion

tracing apart the hard knocks

conjuring the glorious feel

and the versed charm of being there for the other,

heading hands in hand,

close pristine enamor,

streaming along the lustrous infinity.

Half Risen Sun

Eclipsed in the dilemma of emotional bidden tussle,

the sun of hope deeply immersed in the shackles of broken link,

intuition still manages with vibrant effects,

but mind is lost in the irony of unheralded demise of the begetter,

beyond this shore of meloncholy ,

the fear stops the hope to risk till zenith,

the stricken ,the fading , but shadowing , the fear has not left

eclipsed in this quandary ,

the half risen sun expects to illuminate those shackles

lashed by the betrayal of those,

the heart didn’t dare to live ,

though breaths alive

those ,the scoundrels sullen and sour ,

their morose deeds , relentlessly surviving,

surviving anguish in those soft lips

deliberate but conscious about the torment,

restrained by the limits of social regard,

the sin could’nt unfold,

the fury exists ,will exist and exude in her psyche,

like a crisp misty upshot

the glitter of sun ,hence has to soak the swollen anguish,

in the midst of this intense rage also,

the world will shine

once the half risen sun takes a bow for an unceasing life.

the stricken ,