Sunday, September 8, 2013

Emptiness

It's dimly lit as I type this. The faint artificial rays barely make it through...... sweeping across my face in an otherwise dingy room , perhaps they create a shadowy world of flickering images ....images that  keep deceiving me , every time, every where.........The moments of occasional illumination is the entice they offer ...the allure albeit is always a deception...I rush to the bright moments , in the hope of hope...only to find an ever pervading darkness of despair and gloom....It's as if life has been mocking at my very presence...the critical moments have made it a habit, a habit of betrayal and treachery, for they leave my side in those very critical moments when I need them the most.

I lie empty tonight........ Maybe void would be a better expression.......As the night grows into its prime, an all intrusive silence fills me inside.......a silence that echoes around,  a silence that constantly pricks me within , a silence that reverberates ....... a silence that poses miserable questions on my state of helplessness.....Is it the dream in me or I myself is the dream? The more I delve into this , the deeper depths of gloom I sink.



Perhaps I have been used to it....used to the treacherous games they play, the trickery, the mirage, the mockery.Perhaps it's a delusional world of falsity and despair. The sparkle, the glare, the lime-light ...like the light-house on the distant horizon , they  enchant only from the distance.The moment the ship comes closer,they diminish into oblivion....what remains behind is emptiness.

Perhaps the shores are destined to be eroded....Sooner or later they'll succumb to to the might of storming waves.....piece by piece and inch by inch , they wither away helplessly....the shattered remains being the ugly scars of their futile attempts of resistance...Perhaps their destiny is carved on stone even before the fight begins..........and yet the fight goes on.

Rohit


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Friday, September 6, 2013

THE TRAP




It  was 7 in the evening. The last of the fading rays swept across my face, as I stood inclined to the railings……….. Waiting for the next metro, a few bundled pages occupied my grasp while my mind meandered away in a distant world…….I wasn't  there but my presence was….The presence that witnessed a toddler escaping the clutched prisons of his mother ,who had long denied his ever seeking attention….
on HIS knees  his vision explored…… And so did mine.…following each sight of his….. For us the world had simply stopped existing!. ………An everlasting stillness absorbed the backdrop,as my mind  saw the repainted world  through  HIS beaming eyes..

His tiny palms ,muddled in the last remains of the leathery traps, he was almost free …….but he wasn't...  The last of those  chained locks , the only difference that stood between him and his freedom was proving too much. …..And he knew it….his might was eluding him as his desperation gave way to despair………….Moments trickled past And  finally the cruel strap had sacked ……......
...Perhaps he had given up ……but his eyes carried hope as it explored again….On its journey, his sight met mine and a new game began!….We  spoke a silent language…..HIS were brimming with hope… Perhaps he needed a savior …For that shimmering twinkle was pleading ….pleading to set him free, for once forever……But something was changing and changing fast ! Those shimmering eyes were getting big and the twinkle bright!..........Bigger and brighter with each passing second !…..BIGGER~BRIGHTER.................my hallucinated eyes were constantly failing  to comprehend, as my enslaved conscious was paralyzed long ago……...Was my memory playing pranks?? .....And then it paused!...................
I saw him and he saw me…..mere centimeters apart!.......”Helloo!”….”Hellooooo……” ,Was the toddler speaking?????

The toddler wasn't but his mother was….. And my senses brought me back! My sheepish gaze  shifted to  her  stare…..She was  whimsical….perhaps she wanted an explanation, for  the doings of my eyes….for she had been playing a mute spectator  all along, while our mind games were on….perhaps she doubted my intentions...And in a treacherous world ,could she be faulted? There seemed no escape ….until my conscious finally came to my rescue….
I flipped to the cover  of the slender book----“HUMAN PSYCHOLOGY”, it read!

The day was saved ,as her radiant smile diminished in the shadows………..I caught the last impressions of the toddler, and there HE was……with a grin….a grin of a victory of HIS over mine!...for  the tiny enchanter had won for the day!


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Thursday, September 5, 2013

Re-ignition

Their car which stood witness to many of their intimate moments was no less than a home to them.As the last of  the fading rays filtered through the half open window pane,she sat with a serene silence....a silence that echoed the turbulence of a storm raging within.

They had a fight today ..........He knew it wasn't his fault yet he was helpless.

With each passing moment,  the reverberating silence pricked his heart deep to the core .............the stillness of  her uncharacteristic calmness were like the arrows thrusting a wounded heart.....the answers were few and his desperation growing by the moment......

The power steering had taken to the driving wheel as his mind meandered away in figments of creativity......Through sharps turns and curvy meadows ,the gusty winds swept across his face perhaps mocking his state of misery .  Like the howling winds brooming a forest floor free of the aching dry remains , his furious machine was zipping through the streets.......yet the irony was that the moments remained still....
An hour had flew past but the souls remained stagnant as ever....perhaps time had paused for them...it was as if the creatures were waiting for a divine intervention....an intervention that could somehow infuse life into an ever pervasive silence of a graveyard.

Perhaps he too had given up.....With a sinking heart , he switched on the music......... 

Occasionally his gaze shifted to her....a few split seconds of a glance expecting to catch the emotions simmering in her eyes.....The mind games were on and none knew the rules...The princess had turned hostile long ago.....for she deliberately turned to the world on the other side~ As if her mind floated in a dreamy land, she seemed adamant to find something in sheer nothingness !

Like the fork of a cross-road , their bodies may be close but their minds were poles apart!- each traversing a pathway that remained ever so desolate....Perhaps she was re-living her memories of nostalgia.... her mind brimming with a few enigmatic moments - the moments of their first long drive , far away from the maddening rush.......the ambiance , the aroma , the serenity  of the cosmos and the mesmerizing tranquility of an ever confounding mysticism - her senses were lost , as if she was spell-bound by an aromatic charm.....the world had simply stopped existing for her......for with each trickling moment she kept drifting in an ambrosial trap - his genuflecting on the knees for a stammering proposal , her acceptance and him falling flat ,those purposeless long drives , those cuddles and the instantaneous bursts of laughter - within moments,everything seemed to have lightened up to the shimmering glitters of the yesteryear........... hey.... hello !! I'm speaking to you!......there??here??where??What now??grrhhhhhhh..............the cackles of a crow and the croaks of a frog had soon shattered her pristine state..........and there he was.....the night had set in and standing among the shadows of their garage , he stood with keys in his hand.....---as if begging for the mistress to get down~


She swooped on him..clutching against his chest ........it was as if the moments had suddenly turned eternal for her.

Like a nomad lost among the ruins of deserted barrens , who has somehow magically found an oasis ; his emotions swayed from one extreme to another....within moments , those very clouds of dark gloom had turned azure.....hopelessness turned into ecstasy and a new life was breathed into him.....Hand-in-hand trolled the stupid couple !  He however was still contemplating the source that churned magic in thin air.....As the stair-case approached , his mind  ignited to the eureka moment !!.......perhaps he had sensed it all .....for he turns around to bid adieu to the master cupid.....'that music track'  - that was still creating magic in thin air.


Rohit

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Monday, September 10, 2012

Dew Drops


Those drops of dewy mist lay clung to the window panes….an ever so random scattering, painting a picture of anonymity… The view was hazy  and so was his memory lanes. He stood still and motionless ….Perhaps standing among the ruins of a glorious past, an enigma of emotions filled him inwards. That pious moment  lay still in a serene ambience …… the  deafening silence pricked his core. A never ending wait ceased to exist..and moments trickled past as the clock ticked by…Like the fork of a crossroad ,he remained disillusioned… with a fathom of doubt and darkness shrouding him.

He was chasing shadows ….unprecedented flickering  images , brimming with hope that eludes one and all. The drops are ephemeral …….momentary is their stay. Perhaps they know themselves. For they drift lifelessly, leaving a trail behind..a trail as an epitome  for they once existed !Each such trail washes away the stains of past….for a new life is infused ! The view no longer as hazy as before,  becoming clearer with each passing trail. A hope  ever so bleak  is ignited.. with a hope of faith..a hope of belief!

His gentle palms rubs off the panes and a shimmering  sight is there to behold! Mesmerized in enchantment , he opens the creaky windows …..Amidst the warmth of the dangling rays of shine, he soaks  in the pleasure….The pleasure of breaking free from the prisons of gloom!

Only  belief can see beyond the horizon and churn paths that until then,...... did not exist ! 
For  “where there’s a will , there’s always a way ..”

Rohit


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Friday, July 6, 2012

A facade

Its the evening hours with artificially lit cubicles.The coffee machines are still pouring for the restless souls , the keystrokes are mercilessly struck one after another,access cards are getting repeatedly swiped,eyes glued to monitors-strained yet watchful  !!


A spreadsheet has to finalized, a mail has to be composed, a report has to be reviewed and finally a deadline has to be met !An employee with an employee access card as a garland around his neck , is employed by the employer! Its business,its money-making,its a corporate.Here relations are expressed as designations and hierarchies , appreciation as monetary incentives and promotions , criticism as fines and suspensions ! A radiant smile,a handshake of trust and confidence,a pat on the back ....all concealed beautifully in the professional garb.
Years down the line ,the prime of his life well past him,he reflects back on his life.He has invested his life typing keys,fixing bugs,constructing modules,managing reports,convincing clients and what not.A listless void of emptiness fills him as he realizes the only thing he has been good at is money making!The very same money that behaves like grains of sand...you hold it strongly in your fists yet it slips away,you bring in some more and it keeps sliding!Momentary pleasures bought,momentary pleasures soaked,momentary pleasures forgotten.

If only he lived and  not merely existed, if only he left the world a more happier place than he had found it, if only he had created changes for the better,if only he could create impact and make his life worth emulating.

It could have been satisfaction over resentment ..... if only he had listened to 'him'.

Rohit


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Sunday, May 20, 2012

SILENT KILLER-3


In the silence of a graveyard,
In the stillness of the dusk,
HE walks  alone,
All unfettered !

The Silent Killer-the so called dark horse
HIS looks so deceptive,
With expressions so cold,
A treacherous soul, HE's made to bluff !

But this wicked world ,
has a wicked plan,
The chosen victim!
An easy prey!

To be torn apart,
To be teared to pieces,
One by one,
They lunge on HIM.

A friendly smile,
With hands over shoulders,
HIS trust is won,
HIS heart has melt !

Trapped in the worldly cobwebs,
The pits,the threat,
The danger,the risk,
HE's all in dark !

A brotherly hug,
A Sisterly smile,
HE's asked to give
With a smile in return!

A smile of cheat,
Veiling the wicked laugh,
Used and exploited,
HE's left all blank!

The cruel predators,the evil souls,
Boisterous they are,
Their money bags full
All swelled up !

Gleaming with joy,
The heartless predators,
Swoop HIM away,
How could they be so volte-face ?

The plan has worked,
The prey is crushed,
The party is on,
And the purse-strings are loosen!

The laughs,
The mimics,
The high-fives,
All turn grey!!

An empty sight,
The blank wallets,
Cashless they are,
With a handful zinging pennies!!

Aghast they are,
In absolute disbelief,
They turn around,
In search of HIM !

Nowhere to be seen,HE  walks away!
HIS victim crushed,
HIS deal is sealed,
The Silent Killer !!

Not  a word spoken,
Not  a hint thrown,
As inexpressive as  a statue,
As motionless as  a coffin!

In unguarded glory,HE's doesn't bask.
This fake world deserves.......HIS fake mask.
A shrewd acumen,a nocturnal owl.
The silent killer.......... makes the silent prowl !!

An absolute thriller,
Is the Silent Killer !!

Rohit
Silent Killer - 1
Silent Killer - 2


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Thursday, January 19, 2012

न जाने मैं कहाँ आ गया

मीलों तक छाया सन्नाटा,
बस अँधेरे रौशन हैं यहाँ,
वीरान गलियों से गुजर कर,

न जाने मैं कहाँ आ गया !

खामोश वादियों के बीच,
ख़ामोशी के आलम में,
अपने ही साये से बोलता,
न जाने मैं कहाँ आ गया !

कुछ धूमिल खवाब संजोए,
कुछ धूमिल आशाएँ लेकर,
अनजाने सपनों को तलाशता,
न जाने मैं कहाँ आ गया !

निकला एक काफिला था,
मेरे कदम थम गये क्यूँ ,
काफिले से बिखर कर,
न जाने मैं कहाँ आ गया !

सदियों से अकेले,
एक मुसाफिर चल रहा है,
एक खोया राहगीर बनकर,
न जाने मैं कहाँ आ गया !

कुछ लम्हें फिसल रहे हैं,
मंजिलें हैं ओझल,
लम्हों को बटोरता,
न जाने मैं कहाँ आ गया !

मेरी मंजिल न जाने कहाँ है,
मेरी चाह न जाने क्या है,
एक कब्रिस्तान की ख़ामोशी में,
न जाने मैं कहाँ आ गया !

Rohit


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