Fountain Fool

Fountain hath nothing but to shower

Quench thirst and bottle store for the traveler

Untrue, Unjustified is its wish of reciprocation

For a mere source it is for that soul.

The sharing of heart in words & admiring stares

A thing of past it was, to beat loneliness

Dreams, Promises, Desires it was told

But, shouldn't end hath to have a twist...?

The traveler steers ahead with the camel or the fleet

Not landing an eye on the fountain that stands by

Wisdom is here for the fountain to collect

It hath nothing but to shower.

The Unthreaded Kite

In the heavenly clouds...

With the cool breeze...

In your constant company, Dear Cuckoo

I breathe the freedom.

Harsh winds motivate...

Rains wash my guilt away...

For now, I live on my own

how-so-ever brief that might be.

The vast architechture below...

Is so tiny to my liberation...

Cyclic redundance world adopted

When independence, I have attained.

Demise, though, mine is decided...

My own sways I make...

In your constant company, Oh Cuckoo

Before death, my life I'll live.

(On the eve of Makar Shakraanti, where my city's skies are flooded with kites)

Hung

Wiseness it seems is in to continue...

Freedom though might be in breaking.

Sanity it appears lies in stability...

Pleasure though might seem in experimenting.

One moment this appeals, the other it dismays...

Stuck in between, my bipolar heart sways.

The Last Dance

When lights go dim, and the stage is deserted,

When claps go distant, and praises go scanty,

When music fades, and attire gets old,

When feet get torn, and heart gets tired...

Your arms I'll house,

Your beats I'll hear...

Silently, sitting next to you, holding your hand into mine...

I'll breathe my last, 

I'll read my last words in a poem...

I'll dance my last, 

I'll kiss you last on your eyes -

which were my constant audience, and

my source of motivation for delivering performances,

Not good or great, but always exemplary...

For the one who made me a superstar,

....I'll dance the last dance of my life!!

(Written: 17.11.11)

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Barren

Barren lands I lay on, desolete, devastated;

Drenched in the puddle, had famine stricken eyes-

Closed, illusioning happiness still blanketed me;

blinding self to the shreds that now lay scattered,

where once lived my house of love.

Uprooted was the climber, we together had cultivated;

Clock had ceased it hands, called time;

The very foundation was no where to be found;

Deep in the heart, the rubbles had clotted-

refused to let it drain; eyes had come to rescue,

to sympathize with the crumbled backbone.

What if we had sown a tree, instead of a climber?

What if I had nurtured it with water, not blood?

What if I had not failed to sense it was coming?

Questions many I ask and answer,

Wounds many I harbour and bandage,

Prayers many I make and curse,

Hopes many I bead and live by

In the barren lands, lonely.

Accross the horizon, the sun shines bright;

It calls for me, promises me a new day;

Lending its hand, it wants me to stand;

Giving me sand, with architechture it helps;

Skies clear studded with stars are beautiful;

Night breeze wriggles and calms, it says;

Each dew drop on the flower is a magic;

Each shy smile on the lips is therapeutic;

New moon it makes me appreciate;

Only to be hurt, as the curves go down

with the remembrances of one such moon.

I go back to the pitch black nights,

the polar cold winds drag me back

to the barren desolete depressing lands.

Angry dark clouds hovered,

Loud lightening struck.

Scared, scarred, folded I weep

with the rains, in the rains.

Storms swelled, torrential rains washed

with hails that lashed and drops that caressed...

All within, the clots, the rubbles

it dissolved, drove and discarded.

Spring- it finally took me away;

With it, in its fragnant embrace;

Far, from the lands barren...

Far...into the castles on clouds...

(Written: 17.11.11)

Is this an escape?

Sneak out from
this world,
I wanna.
To Alice's
Wonderland.


Shrink and grow
giant sized,
I wanna.
In the very
consecutive seconds.


Roam around
like her, free.
I wanna.
In the dense
forests & palaces.

Meet that
talking rabbit,
I wanna.
Cuddle and
converse for hours.

Wear those
fairy gowns,
I wanna.
In the ice cold breeze
around white trees.

Traverse areas
unconquered,
I wanna.
Live alone, isolated
in thoughts.


And then, break free
from that world,
I wanna.
Whenever I wished.
Pinch. Ouch.


Dreams a lot
I concoct.
All strange
and weird,
I know.


Reality is a
bit less dreamy.
Work and duties
are many. Hmm.
Is this an escape?

Is there an escape?

Mummy, My Kid!

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She greets a chirpy 'Happy Morning' every dawn
plants a kiss & hugs as we let out a yawn.
The enthusiasm, freshness - she exudes of a kid
learnt the ways to wish, who recently did.

My Mummy- She's my kid, my baby...
like her, one day, I pray to be...

She reads my thoughts, insecurities & fears
looks deep into the heart, strips my soul & washes it clear.
Her presence is divine, like that of a kid...
You share yourself out, keeping nothing hid.

She scolds, shows an eye and goes cross
when I err, fight, lose focus or try to boss.
She then explains the right, advices & preaches in mid
And, then loves unconditionally, truly, like a kid.

She teases, plays, laughs, cries along
teaches me the virtues & makes me strong
Night falls, she hugs & sleeps cuddled like a kid
with her soft skin & her smell - all the worries do get rid.

My Mummy- She's my kid, my baby...
like her..
one day...
I hope to be...

Inky Pinky Ponky!! :P :P

Inky Pinky Ponky
We saw a baby monkey

Baa Baa Black Sheep
Specy monkey, now, we keep

Ooo-Maa-Yu-Shii, Yay Yay Yay!
Hairy he is, named J-J-J !

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Now, my baby is so far

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Wishes were sent, yesterday, through a call

Janu, Janu...Yes, Papa
Happy Birthday...Thanku, Mumma!

I'm a little tea pot, short & stout
Tiny said a 'Cue-du' & I started a bout.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five
This time, he knocked me down, alive

Little Miss Muffet...
Win the next bout I will, I bet B-)

So,
Jack & Jill went up the hill,
Bro Li'l, am waiting to see you & just Shrilllll.....

Inky Pinky Ponky!!
Janu is a monkey! :P :P :P

Janu is a monkey!! :P :P :P

Hap E Burr Dey J Bro!!

Moksha

Smiles, Frowns and Tears...
The bonds of several years
found a new zenith

Laughs, Jokes and Care...
The new entrant, the pair
dissolved in us with ease

What more could a soul want...!
The future blending with the existant
and only happiness to ricochet.

Meaning, Purpose to Life met
The things flying are now, all set
Liberation it is, Indeed the 'Moksha'



< Sis engaged, He taken up...One happy family it is. >

Status: In Peace!

For times Sake...

For times' sake,
For distractions that were fake.
Or might be, they were true...
Unlike some weeds that grew
in the backyard, Unwanted.

Now that I look behind:
the bench, the grass, and the hound;
The garden that I had lived on,
for the years long I lay my feet on,
was just a greener pasture.

Time has powers to nail,
and truth is like that hail,
which hits the soft leaves.
The greener grass bereaves,
for it is now a brown bald patch.

Many seasons a plant has to see
'Twas Rains, Spring when I was free
to flower and smile and giggle around.
Summers are up for this time round,
and it's the sun that smiles now.

The flower in me needs to close,
to conserve, flourish; and pose.
Pose with a beautiful face in view,
Romance and kiss the drops of dew,
when...when my season comes.

Up till then, I'm keeping the things away.
I'm back to becoming
the Little Bud that I once was.
Closed, cute, with a cause.
Lest I become an item on bake...
All...For times' sake...
All...For times' sake...

Override...

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The smile that arises genuinely,
and happiness instilled in bulk;
I know, it comes only from you.

The stupid ways I talk to you,
and yet you reply and we converse;
I know,it can be struck only with you.

The business of life moves on,
and you know its intricacies;
I know, managing all could only be done by you.

The loneliness makes you remember,
and heal and caress what should be;
I know, I wish, I hope, I do.

Where my heart lies, is blurred,
and might be difficult to decipher,as of now;
but,
I know, surely, it has to do something with you.

This might seem to you like a moody flirtation,
And a slumber of my soul to the parasite;
I know. But, actually it is one of those moments when...
when you override in me.

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Got to be none!

There's something strange
about this connection,
it broadens its range,
to include your mention.

How far I drift,
or how unaligned I shift
with your memories,
my mind's hogged.
with you in vision,
my eyes are fogged.

The dreams still take your form,
and peace lies in knowing that you're around me.

It’s your hugs that can solace me,
It’s your beats that can liven me,
It’s your words that can incept me, and
It’s your touch that can sensitize me.

There's something strange
about why you own my heart,
when we're not together but enstranged,
taking your's back; heartless I’ve remained.

They say,

There's a heart for me,
& I've to find that one,
Believe me,
If it's not yours,
It's got to be none.

(Written 27.11.10)

Aborted

Oh! Wow.

Is it true,

that, some time from now,

I'll have you?

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The idea that I had,

was living within me,

It was growing forward,

and reality, soon, it would be.

Within me, you could be felt,

Some unfinished dreams were being recalled,

your presence made the stolid heart melt,

being yours was a thing with which I, now, romanced.

I knew, you want to rush into my embrace

Be called mine & caress me too.

Yes, It is a truth and not a pseudocyesis case.

And in no time it would be happening to me & to you.

Love, care, and a bond had developed

I told you so, and you knew it, right?

With each moment, closer we had moved.

Until that changed it all, that night.

You rushed, you hurried, you planned to meet,

when time should have taken care of it all,

The waters broke & the heart too, feeble had become your beat,

Trying anything couldn't have helped to stop you fall.

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You were premature, just a fetus,

Incapable of independent existence.

You were not a baby, a live part of us,

Having the grit to put persistence.

Before you matured or ripened,

you were plucked for celebration,

Oh! I wish-

You would have been where you had always stayed,

After all, you were God's own incarnation.

You feel bad, hurt and at loss,

You tag me irresponsible & hate me enough.

Baby, but dying I am too, because,

I lost more than you did-the dreams & the reason to live.

You need to believe it and you know, it ain't a bluff.

Tele says: Respect time, sometimes rushing can only abort.

Just came around this beautiful picture...!! :-)

Baby's First Movements!

The Last Toast



© Tele_Jane



Raising the toast last,

to all, that happened in the past,

The tumbler's been rested,

and the euphoria which had nested,

in the circuits crazy, & breaths bated;

for times quite long; has evaporated.

The hangover too, has passed away,

Things are clear, all along the way.

Raising the toast last,

to the times we staged a blast,

We loved, cared & rocked,

We fought, cried & hugged.

It was so memorable, beautiful;

It was good but, not wonderful.

The memories've been put down.

Even though you're in the town,

the world seems clearer,

fine, in place, and equally messier.

Raising the toast last,

to the life- impending & vast.

Future beckons me & you,

Step we must into it & give it its due.

Different, let be the path,

After all, different souls we hath.

Neither made-for-each-other,

nor enemies or arch-rivals or haters.

It's the toast last, as our souls

depart, disperse & roll

away into unknown terrains.

Searching for the remains?

No, there's no time & use

to cherish, or rant or rumble or muse.

Today, a new robe our relation wore;

Of friends; Yeah, the love one I tore.

Sorry, but

the tumbler has been rested,

and the euphoria has evaporated.

Still,

There's one thing I am proud to boast,

It was I who took the charge to raise the last toast.

...To raise the last toast.

Do you remember?

How do I say

how I felt that day,

when we met last?

I know, now it’s a thing of past.

Haah!14 months have passed,

the time since I last basked

in the warmth of your arms.

Weren’t we under the charms

Of our togetherness,

our love & our happiness?

The day was so divine,

Your eyes no less than a ravine,

Into which was trapped

My emotions and my soul- unwrapped.

You remember, our eyes were fixed

at each other’s. Weren’t we jinxed?

We spent moments staring,

at the depth of our caring.

Weren’t those few hours captivating?

Wasn’t it in any way, less than dreaming?

The few microseconds of isolation,

Weren’t those the time of devotion,

To the emotions which ruled,

And the hormones which drooled?

Clenching my wrist,

You made me drift

To the place, where your heart thumped

And where my insecurities lay, dumped.

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Weren’t you beating heavily?

Wasn't I breathing audibly?

Slowly, my face lay there buried.

Feelings of being secure, rushed, hurried;

That hug encapsulated & soothed me,

Wasn’t this where I always wanted to be?

Here, winters are chilling and cold,

You know,

I still carry those memories, untold.

The cool air-breeze sends me a spine-chill

Like the ways, 

Your proximity made me feel.

Blankets give me the warmth

Like the ways, 

That hug had lend.

Warm water bath generates flames & fumes,

Like the ways, 

Your touch did, when our love bloomed.

Winters…

All, it may give me,

But not the feeling to be

With you in your arms,

Safe, secure, and having no qualms.

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Tell me, why winters make me remember you?

Why do they drop me in the moods so blue?

Don’t you think it was the high of our lives?

Don’t you miss me, our love and those positive vibes?

Don’t you?

Creeper

Photo : Bresson Thomas

Seeming like a strong-stemmed tree,

Creeper sometimes, I turn to be.

Looking for an emotional support,

Weak and meek, I long for comfort,

Comfort of being free from charges & duties,

And being far away from my own responsibilities.

There's a backbone I need to rest on,

And need the mattress to sleep & yawn.

Have been this way since long,

First, it ws Dad & Mom, to whom I've belonged,

Then it ws puberty,who made me a lover,

D feelings erupted which were under cover.

Need to be true & open-booked,

So that the special-allowed-one who looked,

In a stance, knew me from within.

And not see a puzzle which they'd just begun.

The unpredictable emotional highs & lows,

The negative which sometimes so abundantly flows.

Showing it all, keeping nothing concealed,

I need the one, to whom everything would be revealed.

Every strong lion needs to be cuddled,

With tender love, care & joy- bundled.

Many roam a free, with no belonging,

But, I am not that one; I need that bonding-

Of coming back home to be owned by someone,

In front of whom make-up & manipulations are not done.

Each day I walk graciously like a swan-

Calm, composed & needing no man.

Times elapse, and so does my strength,

Acting independent for such length

Unwraps my emotional inners;

Makes me weak & actively search for anchors.

Smiling, cheering, teasing, talking that I do,

I might just be deriving my solace from you,

Or might be making your attention my fodder

to regain the energy & grow up stronger

So that I re-enter the forests, wild & thick,

Giving the slightest-of-the-bond, a nick.

It sometimes feels like a parasite

Grows within me. With each bite,

It sucks its love, its nutrition,

neglecting, ignoring your condition.

How-so-ever guilty it feels moments later,

the evil does its job, & I'm its biggest hater.

Curbing it, Subliming it, I've tried

But, it is the soul to which it is tied.

Sensing host around, it multiplies in power

Flourishes, glees, and rejoices in pamper.

But, it has to leave to another land,

Because relying on it, you can't.

It has nothing to give, nothing so good,

It is nothing but a hollow log of wood.

It might just be a commensal, that I am,

Or just another healthy inter-dependent. Damn.

Pessimism takes its toll on me,

Making me sometimes what I be,

See, I’ve grown to my senses again,

Yes, the energies completed its regain.

Cold exteriors I’ve adorned,

And, I walk out, as the King, re-throned.

Poetic Spirits

They say spirits exist.

I have a reason to believe it now.

My junior, Anubhav, sms-ed me:

Merry Christmas di. What do you want from Santa this time? I'll tell Santa to gift you a PG degree OR a cute and bold guy who would love you. Ohk??

I replied:

No either no or, 
No neither no nor. 
I need both of them, 
but, let the right time come.
May be the next winter would be fine,
To have a PG degree, and a guy all mine.

His reply:
So, what is it that you're asking for, this year?


Me:

This Christmas's gonna be a cheer,

To all my buddies and friends so dear,

Would want their presence

to celebrate our friendship,

Coz it's a suspense,

Where we'll be

As we end our internship.

It's time for the laughter, the tears

And the frowns

As we'll remember the times 
We acted like clowns.

It's friendship that's on the agenda tomorrow,

May Santa bless each one joys and no sorrow.

And, what is it that Santa should be giving you??

He:
hmmm.. A cute girl would be fine... hehe.


Me:

The time is now,

to fell how

being in love means.

Let the beans

of care sow,

Then you'll know

a simple girl

With that cute curl,

would look so good,

So pure, sans the hood

Of ego, air & richess

Would seem to be ur princess.

But, when u find one,

Don't think you're done.

Respect her, & care all you can,

Treasure her for the love has just began.

Santa sends you love this season,

Don't let her go for any mere reason.

But, it comes with a Statutory warning:

You have to always keep her happy and smiling.

He:
Oh Di! You rhyme so good. Aap galat aa gaye medicine me. (You've wrongly come into the medical sciences.)

Me:

Humare hunar ki tareef karne ke liye dhanyawaad,

Medical mein na aate to zaroor rehte aabaad,

Par karm ka fer hai,

Aur kismat ka mel hai,

Jahan kavitaen sunaana likha tha, 
logon ko sukoon dena socha tha,

Ab davaiyaan likhenge,

logon ko marz se mukt karenge,

Magar khush-kismat to fir bhi rahenge,

Dilo ko jeetne aaye the, wo to jeet-te hi chalenge.

It was a spirit that made me write these small poems in fast, quick replies to him.
Haha! But, it is lovely getting those spontaneous strokes right. :-)

Btw,

Merry Christmas!! 

I know...

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Will rise, from the low. 

Tough, Maybe it'll be slow. 

But, I will, I know. 

To God, I pray & bow! 

I can, I will. 

I know...

Stagnant

This is 'God-knows' what form of writing!!

Sincere Apologies.To all the literature lovers.

The following post is supposed to 'just' be the words that my haphazard-confused mind uses to vent out the conflicts that smash it from within.

'Desires many-Decisions awaited-actions none' -- This state of mind, which is questioning the worth of each step you take, asking whether it will ever make you reach your ultimate goal. (the one which is yet not decided!) 

The musings of a frustrated-goalless-rhetoric mind::

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Stagnant is this life.

Not a step it takes, 

nor a step it erases.

It sits crippled,

at the feet of Will.

Will, which is fast asleep.

Or maybe just ignorant.

Or loving the sweet Dreams.

Dreams that are many,

hobbies that are aplenty.

But, no future does lie in them.

They'll soothe you only in leisure

and
'LIFETIME' ain't one moment.

So, break up the belief

Wake up the will.

Coz, late you can't be

The world's ready to kill.

Stagnant waters.

Carry with them,

the ova & the spores.

Let'em breed, and you'll see

a hundred other creatures

all flying in glee.

I know, I know it all.

And, abiding is easy enough to say,

but, difficult when heart has another call.

What is more difficult:

to know what your heart wants,

or
walk on the path that mind decides?

Practically, you know.

Time isn't worth a waste.

Still, you walk aimlessly

coz what you're supposed to do

isn't tempting at all.

Why do we grow up? 

And why do we start understanding things?

Why can't we be fooled anymore that studies now, are worth it?

This is not a phase where motivation could be instilled/ injected/ fed to me.

Isn't it supposed to be the time when the motivation comes from within?

Empty souls, absolutely no ambitions, don't have a 'within' !!

And what is such a soul supposed to do??

On an Optimistic note:

One day I hope,

One day I'll feel,

    I'll know...

That THIS is what I want!!

And up-till then,

Break up the belief

Wake up the will.

Coz, late you can't be

The world's ready to kill. 

Irony is that unless we work, unless we show up, we'll never know what we want.

It's something like the retrospective 'been there-done this-and eventually loved it' feeling!

If we keep our hearts closed, we'll never love. Come what may.

So, Let the next door guy come in,

How-so-much you hate him

Just lend him this chance. ;-)

:-)

Remember,

All love stories ain't first-sighted!! 

'Atleast, mine isn't supposed to be one! ' -Tele says.

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How can you fool the one, who knows it all ?

Each temple I visit,
and Each God I see,

...You rise in a mist,
and stay within me.

#faith #peace #realization of being lucky & being loved