Sunday, 20 April 2014

Sunshine

Happiness has a colour
a colour that glows.
Its warm to touch and
eases all sorrows.

I feel its brightness
light my day.
The colour so bright
my eyes are blinded.

My skin burns with joy
my lips parched with thirst.
I look up at it and
my legs feel soft.

I want to reach out
but its ever so far.

Still so bright
it tears my heart.
Yet so far
my soul breaks apart.

And then again its warm
and still is bright.
It fills me with love
and my lips give away a smile.

Someone hold my hands
as I am blinded.
Someone blow the breeze
as I am burning.

Dont look at me
as I might give away.
Dont smile at me
as I might burst like a bubble.

Just stay there and feel.
Feel the warmth
feel the light.

You might just know
what I have in me.
You might just see
what happiness is.
You might just feel
the sunshine in me.

Friday, 9 August 2013

Sometimes when I fail myself

Sometimes when I fail myself.
I think I have it in me,
the fire that I lit sometime back.
It did not start the way it does,
mine was weak and would flicker.
I thought I didn't do it right
I thought I didn't know enough
Still I let it burn somehow
I looked for ways I could make it stronger,
glow brighter and last longer
Trust me it was not so easy,
as it might be for others.
For I didn't know what made it weak
and I don't think I lit it wrong.
There are as many ways you light your fire.
Then why was mine so weak and flicker?
Time and again I asked myself,
what to start and what to stop?
Why it works for some but me,
why its what I don't understand?
And so I feel I failed myself
coz there can't be a way like this
Coz when it works for all but me
maybe thats when I failed myself.

Thursday, 18 July 2013

House of analogies

Last night in my sleep, I had an epiphany. The last weekend we had been on a long drive in Switzerland, where we happen to reside now, and as my utmost passion for sometime, I managed to take some nice photographs on the way and back. I was pondering specially on one of the pictures I took that day, the picture which my friends said that was so beautiful that it almost looked like a painting. The picture was taken from quite a height, of a beautiful emerald colored lake far below and the village surrounding it and the mountains on all sides. Well, I might have given you an idea about how beautiful nature can be. It was simply breathtaking. Anyhow, so I was thinking about that picture when suddenly it all became clear! What came to my mind was that Switzerland is like a rich person’s living room! How come? Everything is so very well organized, very efficient, so clean that sometimes I feel that even the trees are in harmony with the officials to keep the city and roads clean and let its leaves not fall and make it dirty! It’s a perfect place to show, show the beauty, aesthetics, efficiency, technology everything high and pristine that comes to your mind is here. So if this whole world was a house, Switzerland would be the rich person’s living room.

Then I laughed at my epiphany and the analogy and thought ok lets continue with the other parts of this house. What place would be the kitchen? A place where there are ingredients from all different cuisines, oil from Italy, cheese from France, spices from India and many of such things which a cooking enthusiast will have. Where they would experiment and try to cook something authentic every time but mostly, lets accept it, it fails! And so England came to my mind, whose national food could be chicken tikka masala, but most of it served will be anyway bland. They have know-how and technology of the top quality ever there is, but when you come to think what they make, there will be a pause. Oh Cadbury’s isn’t theirs anymore!

Then I laughed a little more. What would be the garden, the front yard? I think Italy, a place which is beautiful, food ohh, men ohhh yes, but do we want to live in a garden? No, we visit the garden, we refresh our senses, we cleanse our soul and get back inside the house. What about the kitchen garden? Australia maybe. Kitchen garden is like a therapy to the soul, its an escape. This can change though, I didn’t think on this one too long.

Then I thought what would be the garage? A place where there are important tools kept, those tools are expensive and they have the ability to make beautiful and very useful things. Things that can be put in the living room or also could be used in the garden or anywhere, but specifically we wouldn’t put any of these tools for show, we wouldn’t just go into the garage and admire what amazing thing we own! Instantly I thought it couldn’t be any other place than India. A country which has the tools for greatness, but in itself its not even close. And then there are a couple of fancy “cars” to show off in the garage!

This whole epiphany thing was making me burst with laughter and I just couldn’t stop it there. What about Spain? Then Spain looked like a big and beautiful swimming pool in the months of December. What use is it when the fall weather made it dirty with leaves and it became so cold that we can only dream of the good times we once had. So there it is, big and beautiful with all the potential of providing very good time, but if only someone could clean the mess.

What is Japan then in this house I’ve been thinking of? It’s the big fancy state of the art DSLR camera with which I am taking pictures. The technology, the quality, price,  everything just speaks of human innovation, just that it’s become too heavy now, and there are so many lighter and less expensive options I could see. And moreover, it’s become old.

What about the bathroom? It’s a difficult one. A place which takes all the dirt and is so essential that its proper functioning is what keeps the house running. And only one place that comes in my mind is Germany. In the past it was only a place reminding of dirt, but now we all know its importance in lifting up societies and countries from their dirt.

What about France? Oh, it’s the neighbor’s house. It’s big and beautiful too but we are not talking about it now. And I think it’s jealous, but who cares.

Then I thought what would be USA? I must tell you, that like thinking about Switzerland, the idea of living room just popped into my head, unlike that for some countries I thought what would be their best analogy. And so USA would be the sophisticated, expensive and very complicated alarm system. The alarm system’s main function is to provide false hope, in reality it doesn’t actually stop any burglary to happen. Most of the times, the system just goes off on itself and makes a terrible noise informing everyone about the dysfunctional but existing system.

I was very content and ecstatic about my analogical epiphany but I did miss something. It’s a big house, who lives there, who controls all the other systems, right when I was thinking about it, I hear the door unlock, and China walks in. And I fall asleep.



Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Lifeless

A monday morning, as normal as it sounds
I start my day with work and people around
Hustling and bustling on this day, people chasing whatever they may
This is happiness this is life
After all this smile it still doesnt feel like life

Another monday morning, another beginning of a day
One more reason I get to chase
I think of doing something big
I dream of being someone big
When and where did my dreams get lost
Why do my pictures fade in the brightness of this day

I wait for something that wont come
I want something that I wont get
I follow something that isnt there
I want to be someone I am not
I cry for something that cant be mine

This is nothing, this isn't life.
Then what is something and what is life?
I think it's life because it feels like life.

The Anchor


I like the wind that blows my hair.
I feel it touch my heart and leave.
It whispers in my ear a song,
of love, of hope, of strength, of courage.

I like the wind that blows my hair
and with its song I start to drift.
I've seen how far it drifts me away,
into its world where all is good and all is wild.

I drift so far and away as the sun,
that good seems none and the wild gets in me.
I find it hard to come back again,
for I have become one with the wind.
I flew and sang your song,
of love, of hope, of strength, of courage.

I flew so far and away as the stars,
so far away that I feel no wind that blew my hair.
No wind is here where I've flown so far,
no song is here that I sang with you.

And then I see you hold my grip.
You flew with me and you blew in my ear.
You were the song I kept on singing,
you were the wind that sailed me afar.

Now you pull me and take me back.
Our home of love, of hope, of strength, of courage.
You are the wind that drifts me away,
you are my anchor who brings me home.

Monday, 17 June 2013

Like a Phoenix (18/04/2013)

When there is nothing I can do
When there is nothing you can say.
When the sun sets to never rise again,
When it starts to rain and never stop again.
When all the eyes stare at me but no mouth speaks to me.
When all the fingers point at me but no hand comes to help me stand.
When I taste my sweat and blood together,
and they tell me I'm dirt and mud forever.
When it seems so low that I can't fall further.
When it looks so dreary and distressed together.
That is when I close my eyes and burn up in flames.
That is when I lose my shine and lose my name.
When all your eyes are watching me wither
and all my hopes are burnt into ashes.
Thats when I'm born, again like a Phoenix.
Thats when I fly again like a Phoenix.
Right now

This is now.
Things that we see.
Things that we say.
Things that matter.
This is now.
And nothing else is here.
This is it what we see.
This is it what we say.
This is it that matters.
This is now. And nothing else.