MAJESTIC MUSINGS

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 ...

When limits of miseries exceed and reservoirs of my patience deplete, When  there's nothing left to believe, then so numb I feel. When prospects of peace are blur, in environment savage conflicts often spur, When the deep wounds take centuries to heal, then so numb I feel. When rationalism dies a slow death and superstitions flourish under religious sheath, When massacres happen in frantic zeal, then so numb I feel. When tools and filthy utensils replace toys, drunkard father's abuse take place of lullabies, When it becomes a luxury to have three meals,then so numb I feel. When unheard voices are silenced in wombs, innocent girls are raped inside holy tombs, When humans are inferior and an animal becomes a great deal,then so numb I feel. When sorrows become a daily routine and money can't give life its lost sheen, When moments of joy become the only thing that i wish to steal,then so numb I feel. When there's oceans of things to say in mind and on...

            We all grow up from tiny toddlers to young adults. With the passage of each day we become more rational and intelligent.              Recall those days when you struggle learning alphabets. Remembering days of week and months of year was a gigantic task back then. And now you have mastered science, literature, mathematics and what not? You weren't able to dress up yourself and now you have become independent adult. Oh My God!!! You have grown up to a more intelligent, capable, rational and superior being. Really? Is growing physically, financially and mentally a true growth?               Just once again look back and think of  your tiny version, who had super big dreams and compare it with your today's intelligent self whose life is stuck between career and family.              That tiny underdeveloped version of yours had wanted...

I would catch you later, saying this I left my joys and plays, Because I have to finish my work that I can't delay. They said all right do come soon we would be waiting, But don't forget us in your rat racing. Oh! How could I forget you? You were always been my desire, I would be working so that plenty of you I can acquire. I would visit you once I get out of this mayhem. Then I missed them a lot and daily dreamt of them. Daily countless hours I worked and worked so on, I even forgot sense of dusk and dawn. With tired eyes I slept, that even dreams didn't bother me, Calmness had been crumbled, only anxiety and rush smothered me. Fantasies and desires then became things of past, Thanks to harsh realities that made me so aghast. Eyes were darkened and face wrinkled, Notion of beauty I forgot, a little fragrance I haven't sprinkled. I lost sense of fatigue and pain, I did the same work again and again. One day...

Walking on this thorny path my feet are bleeding, The soul inside me is bitterly weeping. Asking me, why you chose the toughest of the tough? Barren, dry, lifeless and rough. Didn't you have choice to walk on lanes of flowers, Or fly high in glittery galaxies full of stars? Or you have developed any love for pain, And struggling mindlessly like an insane. No I am not an insane, Nor do I have any ardor for pain. And Thank God!!! I never had those choices, Then how could I have enjoyed these melancholic rejoices? Because I know the more I bleed now, the lesser I will in real war of life, The cushiony feet and velvety wings of them can't stand this strife. Dreamers never sleep and sleepers can never dream, a dream of success, The more struggle and sweat you sow, the more riper and brighter fruit you harvest. Everything in this world has a price, and I am paying it for dreams of mine, The sun has to burn itself only then it can shine. Comforts lead yo...