MAJESTIC MUSINGS

Failed and faltered life became, What left is pity and shame, It’s a beginning of a descend, But this can’t be the end. Commencement been so depriving, Conclusion will be awe inspiring, Midway i shouldn't lament, This can't be the end. I will rise, rise like a phoenix, Becoming notable from a nix, Will turn to reality what I had dreamt, This can't be the end. Tired, mired but not yet retired, Fell from top still inspired, Till the last I will contend, This can't be the end. I would have been there hadn't I quitted, For others to take charge hadn't I permitted, Years down the lane, I don't wanna repent, This can't be the end. Circumstances have to be favourable, Luck has to be bankable, The destiny has to mend, This can't be the end. The turmoils will tranquilize, The glooms will rejoice, A bright smile will ascend, This can't be the end. Fulfilled and fruitful life will become, Joys overshadowing the soul numb, I can and I will turn the tables up

 Falling from grace in failures' embrace, Walking through thorns at snail's pace, Going gets tough and life gets rough, Slogged, clogged still didn't have enough, Sleepless nights, countless hours of toil, Fortune dishonours and your plans will foil, Teary eyed, blurred mind and events unkind, Icing on the cake ,the hope has died, Laws of averages seems to have failed, Miseries flourished and joys have paled, Unfulfilled wishes, shattered beliefs, Universe conspires but conspires to deceive, Wounded heart is now yearning for solace, Falling from grace in failures' embrace.

Since childhood our conditioning has been such that we are taught about just Black (devil) and White(angel). Some humans are good some are bad. Following rules, speaking truth is good; lying, disobeying orders is bad. But in our behavioural life has it been really so. No never had things been so black and white. But there were different shades of grey. No human being I have met so far is without a single virtue and also no one is there without a single vice . Everyone has it's own set of virtues and vices in different proportions. And our whole life is revolving around being a better shade of grey (with less devilish and more angelistic qualities). And in these shades no shade is absolutely right  no shade is absolutely wrong. What seems illegal is not necessarily wrong and  everything legal is not necessarily right. For example consuming tobacco is legal but morally wrong. Making generic medicines is illegal in some countries as per trade treaties but it's a right step for

A barren tract of my life yearns for an oasis, Like a pale wrinkled face languishing for glosses, Here bondings are like motes of sand without any cohesion , And bondages like spines of cactus with firm adhesion, Centuries have passed , rain of joy hasn't wet my core, Am as dull, as rough as I was millenniums before, Sun warms me and moon  calms me, this happens every day and night , I am stuck in this monotony wanna dance in shower bright, I am a desert how can a rose of love flourish in my heart ? Even if it sprouts, dry winds will wither it apart, Even if desert gets an Oasis will its dryness diminsh ? The two would meet but the grief wouldn't finish. Oasis's  beauty will stand apart mocking ugly savage desert, The desert will remain dry and deprived will remain it's heart. Image credit: Google search

The humans quarantined as the cities lockdowned, In the shackles of prevention bodies get bound. Uneasy, restless and boring it is, without worldly gazes, But what about the soul, quarantined since ages? Quarantined in the sheath of body, casqued¹ Whose true self we never revealed and kept it masked. The quarantined thoughts, which we never shared, With the jingoism² and judgementality around, they wouldn't have been spared. The unfulfilled wishes, quarantined as unshed tears, The pain and baggage of those the heart still bears. The unsaid words, quarantined inside mouth, They could have hurt someone, so we made them couth³. And the unexpressed fears, quarantined besides machoism/ feminism, Expression of which can dilapidate⁴, our regime of self-fascism⁵. Isn't this mental quarantine worst than physical , Why haven't we observed the thing so empirical⁶? The "most dangerous accidents⁷" happening every second in mind, That physical death

Life teaches you in the most innovative ways. You think you have learnt enough,  have been humbled enough, have matured enough. But life has its own parameters and standards for you. It constantly throw you in fire so that you can come out everytime being a more polished and a more glittery gem.                The beauty of this everlasting training programme of " Life " I have just recently experienced. I am posted at Surat since past three months. The branch being in a backward area of district, the customers are notorious for being rude, savage and less educated. In the initial few days (and even till now) I have heard this dialogue almost daily " Yeh log aise hi hain inko aise hi treat karte hain " (These people are bad ,treat them in a way they are already being treated) It always reminds me of movie " Article 15 ", where Ayushman's colleagues used to say him the same and he used to ask " Kon log? " (Which people?) Aren't they p