SERENE DROPLETS

I was too small a kid then
When that song was sung

The story of a grandma, serene
With a boy lying on her lap, in silence

Accumulated affection in her voice
And the boy was experiencing a bliss

In the evening of her life, narrating clear
The misery filled verses of an adventure

The flow of emotion was pure
Like the stream of love within her

The journey of a prince risking everything
Crossing seven seas ....seven walled building...
In search of his beloved....
Chained and bonded

Every step was a gamble with life
Fire within kindled by hope and love
Let him never feel tired or wearied

So touching and captivating was the description
Yet the little face revealed a gloomy distraction

The deep eyes of the old lady saw everything
She ignored and continued holding him closer and tighter

Till in trembling words the tender voice queried
" If I cross the seven oceans, go over seventy forts
Open seven hundred mighty doors....
Will I again be able to see my little sister..."

Droplets of tears fell from the venerable eyes
In it was present the essence and salt of life

Some memories never ever fade
With them is the pillars of culture made.

mashoodkk

Is Life Really Beautiful ?

We often hear the phrase 'Life is Beautiful'. Is it just a statement uttered when one, trapped in the dry cycle of alternating pleasure and displeasure, gets an escape from a desperation or does it really mean what it says. If life really is beautiful, immediately the question of 'in what sense' follows. And it is not an easy one when viewed in the daylight of history. Chaos, distress and pain have been haunting us from time immemorial. We have been killing each other in almost every age. The deceptiveness of the statement is further exposed when one have a look at various schools of religious thoughts. Almost all of them either tacitly or explicitly preaches detachment. The glad tidings of a better future itself indicates there is something seriously wrong with the present. In view of all these things the truth value of the usage that 'Life is Beautiful' comes under suspicion. It sounds more like an encouraging line to fool oneself than a factual one. Fooling oneself, though sounds derogatory is a highly common tactic employed by a great majority to act as an aid in overcoming the hurdles that we come across. In short literally the statement has little merit. But there exist the possibility of an artistic interpretation, which in order to be clear demands good amount of homework from the subject.

mashoodkk

Bye...Or a Lie....

She ignored out of convenience
He ignored out of indifference
She ignored out of obedience
He ignored out of ignorance

Still mine she is
And I am his

My hands waved good bye
Unwillingly, I did lie

On the walls of my little home
Down in the valley of dreams
Their smiling faces hangs intact
Plucked out from the veins of my heart

mashoodkk

BIRTH OF AN ORPHAN

The day he suppressed those tears
And shed it in solitude and silence
He attained the inner conviction
That he is for sure an orphan

The day when she whom he trusted
Giving reasons and excuses, betrayed
Deep inside there was a whisper
That 'you are definitely an outsider'

The day when he realized the reality
That everything was a drama of necessity
The drops appeared on forehead, instead of eyes
And the feet followed the path of loneliness

Indifference of god to dreams
Insincere words of empty consolations
Made him an adherent ardent
Of dissection and detachment

mashoodkk

USE of FEAR

Fear serves only the meek. It is a default reaction against a danger situation and in no way should be confused with solution. Solution demands analysis and action. Reality should be unconditionally acknowledged. But majority of the individuals lack these skills. Better to remark that they are rarely seriously nurtured. In such cases, a flight from reality helps at times. This attitude in its totality can be grossly described by the word 'fear'- a charity from nature for the poor or the beggar.

mashoodkk

Fear and Speech

Casual thought hints at a linear causal relation between apprehension and stammering. A fearful anticipation in connection to future robs of the confidence that is a necessary prerequisite for a free flowing and captivating speech. At the extreme end lies the situation of becoming speechless, the state of the psyche completely conquered by fear.

PHANTASY TO REALITY

Glorious journey in the chariot of phantasies
Took me to the valley of unbounded sorrows

At the end of the path stood the lady of death
With her beautiful arms wide stretched

She offered me nights of eternal bliss
And unending entertainment with songs of silence

Impressed by the ecstasy in my eyes
She unveiled to me her secrets precious

Mesmerized by my innocence and spirit
She nurtured me with her warmth

The nature of her love was unearthly in essence
It bore the clear stamp of selflessness

She taught me the secrets of feminine wisdom
My happiness and sorrows were redefined

Held tight my hands, to the gateway of reality
Kissed on my forehead and vanished into eternity

mashoodkk