Time flies...

Yesterday I was having a nice and happy conversation with someone very important (to me).. One thing led to another and I discovered that 'time' takes its own time to weave our lives.
Not that I did'nt know that time waits for none and all that jazz..but still it felt as if things had not changed in the past few years but they eventually had.

I felt I was the same, but there are changes for the better that I know now...perhaps changes for the worse that I am not prepared for. All in all something has made life different , more exciting and it is definitely the passage of time.

Sometimes i just close my eyes and think of every single person whom I know or I have known in life, closely or remotely...and I try to decipher as to what importance those people hold in my heart.
I feel every human being (or animal) you meet leaves an impression on you and there is always something that one learns...

Walking down memory lane, I see myself talking to an aged man (my father's senior)..Vijay Uncle asks me( a 6 year old)-"So beta what do you want to be when you grow up??" and I say without flinching- an astronaut!!
Someone must have asked me the same question years later..and this time I said engineer!
Finally, time has brought me to a point where i can safely say a lawyer!!!

I recall filling up autograph diaries, slam books et all... and when the question came-"What do you think of love?" I once wrote -L-loss O-of V-valuable E-energy!!
Time has taught me that loving never makes one lose anything at all, it is something so beautiful that it shapes our lives in a way that one never feels alone in the world.

I've already mentioned him in one of my previous posts...yeah! Jojo...this friend of mine is almost ten years younger to me,yet has taught me a lot! I and my parents taught him to shake hands(read paws), jump over dicey cattle catchers on the road, bark at strangers and wait for 'the command' to eat food(khaaoww)!
He has taught me to believe in friendship, love, and eyes...
'Eyes'..well when there are no words spoken eyes do a lot of talking! Jojo has many moods and every mood is pictured in his eyes...My father says Jojo has taught him the meaning of 'a warm handshake'...A handshake which is true to the core.

I wish I could I could pour all thoughts in a jiffy but not now...its not possible.
Thats because I'm reminded of my Family law lecturer's words- "If you students do not read the chapter of muslim law along with the section 125 of the CrPC, and don't mention the landmark cases in the exam....You must die!!!!!"
This reminds me of the eleven schools I changed in my entire school life, and the teachers I mimicked, admired, loved, hated...also it reminds me that my semester exams are really near, I should be reading my law books!!

A few years down the line, God alone knows what sort of life I'll be leading, and how things turn out to be...only time will tell, so let it cast its spell...

वाह!!!!!

मैंने एक नया , निराला , निष्पक्ष -निर्माण देखा,
यह ब्लोग, जो अब तक अंग्रेजी से वाकिफ़ था , उसने अपनी देश भाषा का चेहरा देखा।

" कुछ तोह लिखो...!!" यह मन मेरा मुझसे कहे है ,
अब तक लोगों ने अंगेजी में सहा...अब हिंदी में सहेंगे।

दिल कि आशा को, यूं मैंने सत्य होता पाया॥
जादू कि तरह अंग्रेजी को हिंदी के रंग में ढलता पाया ...

मैं यहाँ कंप्यूटर के सामने अपनी आंखों को tikaye रखी हूँ ,
पर झारोखे से barkha कि बूंदों को baraste देख रहीं हूँ ।

उस खुले आकाश कि उन्चयिओं को nanhi बूँदें , छू रहीं हैं ,
मुझे अपना sathi banaane का वादा kar रहीं हैं...

panchien udd के आज़ादी को जान rahen हैं,
kaley badalon के samaksh अपनी udaan pehchan रहे हैं...

कुछ दो या चार shabd हैं जो यह कंप्यूटर भी नही समझ paataa।
सोच mein हूँ कि इतने सुन्दर shabd भी नहीं जानता?।

तोह fir चलते हैं ,
क्या hinglish में कविता का काम?

मगर धन्यवाद उनका जिन्होंने दिया is ब्लोग post को अंजाम ।


~ < Transliteration is yet not very efficient...but I loved writing this post! It took a great deal of patience for me to write it..and patience is what I'm still trying to make mine..>

Home away from home...

Tears that failed to cease, feet that did'nt feel like crossing the crease,
Tears of goodbye were they, feet of a new girl in hostel were they...

Blurred , tearful vision, yet I waved to them,
stared at the stranded road, until I don't remember when...

How could I cry like a lost kid at school?
But, not many people were there to call me a fool...

A day passed, and so did a night,
And there were others, similar to me and my plight...

Some handshakes, a couple of looks exchanged,
A few ignores, but no glares...

It all began in the summer of 2005,
The time unforgettable-hostel life!

The room so quintessentially qualified,
for two students to live and study side by side...

But, friendships built were not by studies,
by jokes cracked that made roommates, buddies...

From girls -two to four, and four to nine,
we found ourselves mingled, in life's pantomime...

Nights of gossips and unchained chatter,
days however gruelling, did not matter...

Wakeful hours,in the sleepy night,
smothering hugs after every tiff or fight...

Rushing to go out ; out to treat,
treat not just tummies, but eyes on happening streets;)

Three mega times,came our way,
'exams'...is that the name?

In the rote of daily living, we're living a whole lifetime,
Just a few moments more, and into the world alone we'll strive...

Like school life, this phase far from the river banks of life ;will row...
But,its gifted me a "home away from home..."

Jojo

"I wish to keep it, PLEASE!! let me...
I shall be a responsible girl, I assure you; you'll see..."

And with these words of appeasement ,
I wondered if my father would nod to believe me...

There it was-the final nod,
and the world of an eleven year old, was all glee...

A new home , which it was not acquainted to,
Half a dozen hands to stroke and feed it too.

It blinked around gathering itself,
rolled over the carpet, to my amazement!

"What should I name him...this tiny puppy of mine?"
This little one- dark coat, soft paws, a tint of brown over its glinty eyes...

"perdy? No its a he!
Rambo? oh seems too violent to me!"

Something just struck and it was thought...
'Jojo' I named him, keeping it simple and short.

Over the years, Jojo grew up,
with me and my family as a part of us...

Friendly in times of felicity,
Fierce when in front of foe...

Faithful like no one else could ever be,
was and is my Jojo...

These lines I write, Jojo you cannot read,
yet I know.. all I feel...you feel...

I pine for the walks with you,
the little games we played all through...

The times when I dolled you up,
when you tore the curtains and Mum's rage would'nt stop!

Sitting here, miles away...
I reminiscence the good old days.

I wish you godspeed and a long life,
And thank you for being an unconditional friend till date...

An ode to women

She-who is born to bear life.
She who is nature's magnificent masqueraded might.

A woman; is she as tender as a blossoming flower,
as fierce as a lioness, indomitable to overpower...

The journey begun as a little daughter,
to the damsel so pretty in eyes of every other.

From the lover so shy, to the wife so coy,
to a mother so loving, a soul so intriguing ...

Her path of life, had hurdles manifold.
From the time as a toddler to a being so senile and old.

The peril of losing life before reaching any nearer,
the menace of being killed within the womb of her bearer.

The devil of this world tramples over her veil,
"the better half of man", who shall hail?

But wrecked; she won't be
she stands not lonely.

Revives the woman against the ruffians,
breaks free ,from shambles of destiny.

The time is hers, to emerge a winner.
The inferno in her soul, doesn't get dimmer.

It lights her torch of triumph,
and she rediscovers her long lost-self...

Cherishing the treasure of mine...

Away from the frenzied crowd, I plead the the wind to take me.
It gives me wings to fly, lets the moment embody in me...
While in flight, I look over the labyrinthine lanes,
the very same lanes, I walked on,when happy and when in pain...

I flutter to emulate the butterfly in my garden,
I wonder about its inherent beauty.
For that very juncture , I feel its charm,
within me...

I fly to the mountain, where I first touched snow,
and memories of yore,make me glow.
The pearly-pure freezing touch, makes my heart warm,
alluring me to the past, to reach its arms...

But wide- wakeful am I now,
no snow, no mountains, no firmament,no lanes...
and here I see, no wings to fly me far away...

It was a dream, yes it was...
A splendid one, of the time bygone...
I would cherish it as I cherish those times,
treasure it, just as a treasure of mine...
my childhood...a treasure of mine...

I'll wait...

"Come"; here i am,waiting since winter...
there's a sign on every cloud in the sky,
that silver lining which disappeared into oblivion...
is giving its glimpse to my eyes.

Its spring again, the birds are chirpy...
the leaves are green, not withering dry,
How I wish ,if only...
You could come, and let the melancholy in me die.

'Time'...feels as if has stood still...
the 'wait' seems an eternity,
How I wish that days pass,
in a second , and shower on my soul- -pity.

My heart knows I'll see you,
It beats with your love,
If absence makes it grow fonder,
I've no doubts it does...

Just a smile...

For days together, she peered over the cradle,
waiting with bated breath, for her flesh and blood,
for its first smile, just a smile...

An ailing soul, lay still and cold,
yet there is something-age old,
it works wonders, relieves pain,
thats a smile, just a smile...

It's stolen from a stranger and beamed at ones you love,
It's a miracle,how a stranger can teach you to love!
its nothing but a smile, just a smile...

But times are such, that smiles are faked,
laughter is duped, keeping trust at stake,
The true smile is hard to find,
the one that stands out bright,
Not just lurking around the lips,
but reaching eyes,
making it divine.

Its a smile...just a smile.

The Voyage

In the ocean of surprises, in the whirl of life's bay,
I sail across against the tide..everyday,
At times I rove with the turbulent current, and sometimes withstand its way...

A lighthouse of hope, beckons me,
tries to show what i wish to see,
But 'beware' is what I have to be,
because pirates of sorrow are near, in the pandemoniac sea...

Its a starry sky which looks upon the future,
A shooting star, is what I wish for.
A handful of wishes and I'll break free,
But, what shall I make of this journey..?

This voyage of life of waves-high and low,
of summer sunshine and winter snow,
of the thunderous gales and weakened sails
makes a mark on water as I trail...

I vow to the lighthouse of hope,
I promise the starry night sky,
I threaten the pirates of sorrow,
That I'll win this voyage of life...

And with this thought, I sail and sail
while the island of mirth awaits me...

My inspiration...

This post it just to say that my last post,the poem "someone else.." was a outcome of my very close friend Devika's exclamation...!
Last week I was sufferring from cold and cough, and as usual had a terrible time...
And my friend too got it because of the change and fluctuations in the weather...
She was so irritated with it that she exclaimed-"Hey Snigy..I'm so frustrated..it feels like there's someone else inside me ,doing all the talking..its not me."

And at that moment i knew I had to describe that feeling in form of a short poem..
Just want to say THANKS to Deboo...:)

Someone else...

I take a breath..i don't feel i'm breathing...
There's a gush..and my tears well up...
I feel, its not 'me in myself'..its someone else...

I murmur..i sound different...
I try talking..but it asphyxiates me..
I feel, its not me in myself..its someone else...

I lay on the bed...staring up at the ceiling..
I turn over from side to side,but slumber and snooze are alien to me...
I feel,its not me in myself..its someone else...

I know now ..who that 'someone' is...
Don't think i'm a split personality..
its not an alter of myself..
it is just-"common cold" in me and myself!!!!

Life is beautiful...live it!

You never chose to get it,
but fortunate are you to be gifted..
A wondrous span of life,
Life is beautiful,live it!

The cradle of childhood,
and the fountain of youth;
gently with poise it drifted to...
A kaleidoscopic journey of life,
Life is beautiful,live it!

A race won,a stumble while a run.
A failed exam,and to recoup from the job undone,
it winds its way through you...
A challenging time of life,
Life is beautiful,live it!

The unconditional love of parents,
the jubliance of friendship and the ecstacy of love,
sway along with you....
An emotional travail of life,
Life is beautiful,live it!

The future is nubilous,
the present is clear...
So live each day for what may come tommorow
you fear...
Just ebb and flow is the rule of life,
Life is beautiful,live it!

The infantryman's daughter...

I owe my nomadic life and its lessons to a very important human being in my life....my father.
and this poem is a dedication to him...
Its about my life with him being by my side always..even when he was'nt there...

DAUGHTER OF THE INFANTEER

Childhood – young and innocent, all smiles, laugh and gurgle
A mother’s lap, a kiss a pat – was the world for her,
Also was with her - A mother’s fear,
For she was the daughter of An Infanteer!

A thousand miles in the Sri Lankan Jungle,
The Infanteer fought with courage and valour,
But his heart pined for his three year old daughter

Her laughs and cries, her songs and smiles,
Play with dolls or pine for her father
This is the story, yesterday and today,
Of The Infanteer’s little daughter

Her eyes may well up but she will not falter
Strong at heart will be my daughter
Every tear drop will form a pearl for my child
For she is always an Infannteer’s daughter

Years passed by as he saw his daughter grow
And yet another day he had to go
Far and away to fight the enemy – evil
And protect us all from any upheaval

Left his wife and apple of his eyes,
With sweet memories on the sands of time
Naughty yet nervy in her own way
Life-she knew her father could layHe was young and took life as it flows
She a happy go lucky among her peers
Nestled in her little heart – unknown fears
For she was the daughter of an Infanteer

The letters he wrote she never did part
For he wrote of life and all things beautiful,
Love and joy, success and glory
And also of ‘Death’ the ultimate story

Every action in War, ambush and encounter,
Valour and fear, life and after
Every friend that fell , of prayers unheard
This was the life he often said,
To her - the daughter of the Infanteer.

She blossomed like a bud, with mother by her side,
And father in her heart, miles away- yet beside
A father , a friend, a soldier O my friends who hear
He is none other than the Infanteer

The story of children , of soldiers, of warriors
This story is mine, this story is thine,
So proud I am to be a daughter
Of my father – The Infanteer...

(This poem shall always be close to my heart...)

A nomadic life and its lessons

Life is such a treasure...and i feel living a nomadic life in one's own way..gives it a new meaning..
its after meeting new people and living in different surroundings..that we can experience life..
A nomadic life gives its lessons to its followers..
May be I'm still thinking about the things i learnt as a nomad...going from place to place where destiny took me and fate accomplished certain things ,while some were accompolished my me...

I am still pondering over this thought...