Ocean Eyes.

OCEAN EYES

As a feeling of satisfaction

Placates the storm within.

Immediately another challenge is posed,

By the sea again.

Far ahead is the wave

Rising from the ocean floor in rage.

The deed is to rise above this wave,

All by my own.

I accept the challenge

And stand again.

My board’s weak

Beaten by sun and rain.

I hear an augury,

All effort will go in vain.

I stare at the rising wave,

It is huge and far away.

I hold the board in my hand

Plead my heart to in my body stay.

I am ready for the challenge

Yes. I am game.

Yet another time. Yet again.

I enter the water lying on my board

A cold current warns me, tries to scare me

I feel the pang

But it lasts not long

I rise and stand on the board.

I feel the force of pure air on my face,

As the infinite sky clears.

The swans flying above leave a shadow trail,

I follow the shadow and jump on the crest.

I come across the anger,

Now filled in the wave.

And rising with the crest,

I feel the pride inside.

Each wave takes me to new heights,

Heights from where I can measure the depth.

The depth of the ocean abyss to which I can fall,

As I try hard and manage to take control,

A strong face reveals and smiles at me.

I realize that the wave can not be conquered.

Could never have been controlled.

It just allows me to ride on…

It just allows me to ride on…

Krodh

Krodh

Krodh ghrana ki aur le jaa raha hai mujhko,

Ye krodh ek shatruta mein dhakel raha hai mujhko,

Ye krodh is bheed mein akela bana raha hai mujhko,

Kyun krodh itna khud mein duba raha hai mujhko..

Krodh se vashibhoot hoon ya ye katuta hai meri swayam se,

Aschaarya karun ya daya karun khud pe,

Koi sahara nahi, ek ananat andhkaar hai bas,

Manoshakti aahat hai kamjor ho raha hai vishwaas

Phir bhi uthtna hoga is badh rahe rosh ke khilaaf

Pal pal badalti duniya ki reet ko samajhna hoga

Sacchai ko doosron ki aatma mein dhoondne se pehle,

Swayam ke antarman ko jhinjhodnaa hoga.

Manoram yaadein aur khushiyon ke palon ko milaakar,

Ek upchaar khojnaa hoga

Haan ab is krodh ko maadhurya se todna hoga.

Pal

Pal…

Wahan  chaand  pinghal  raha  tha,

Aur  hum  chaandni  batorte  reh  gaye…

Shaam  andhere  mein  ghul  rahi  thi,

Lekin  hum  subah  ke  intezaar  mein  so  gaye…

Ugta  dinkar  nisha  ki  har  yaad  mita  raha  tha,

Lekin  hum  toote  sapno  ke  bare  mein  sochkar

Ek  baar  phir  se  ro  diye…

Bon Voyage

From Ron to VJ:->

Its life.

The greatest journey ever.

This very day sometime ago,

You embarked upon this journey.

Walking down the road,

Endlessly towards the horizon,

You’ve travelled miles and miles.

And yet, the path stretches on below your feet,

Winding and twisting,

Turning and twirling

Straightening now, swivelling again,

Broad now, narrow again.

Through grass, and sand

Through rocks and meadows,

As you travel along,

You look over your shoulder

A traveller has joined you,

And has brought joy and laughter.

Over the other shoulder,

Another was lost in the journey,

Bringing sorrow and heartbreak.

Lessons of life,

To make you worthy

Of the ultimate prize.

Yourself.

You’ve breathed in the air

Made fragrant by fresh roses,

And never failed to be thankful for them.

Every now and then,

(Too frequently perhaps?)

You stepped on a thorn,

And braved the pain with a smile.

The weathers beat down upon you,

Fierce storms, harsh winters,

Pleasant sunshine and merry spring.

Walking down the road,

You’ve come a long way.

Held up by grief more than once,

You have persevered.

I wish you a long, happy and safe journey ahead of you,

And all the strength you may ever require,

For you to reach the destination.

A very happy birthday to you.

sabab

Dard aankhon se ashk ban kar bah jaata hai

Rosh zabaan par shool ban kar thahar jaata hai,

Dhokha palkon mein chip jaata hai,

Aur ye khuda phir keval ek mujassma ban kar rah jaata hai

Mera Chotaa Sa Kumraa Aur Uski Badi Si Khidki

VJ->

Mera chotaa sa kumraa aur uski badi si khidki
Mere is kumre ko hi mera ghar bana deti hai
Phir achaanak patri se guzarne waali train
Yahan bitaaye hue hur ek saal ki yaad dila deti hai
Wo alhadpan wo khushi wo moorkhta
Chehre par phir se ek lambi muskaan chod jaati hai
Haan bahut si baatein hai jo ab bahut yaad aati hai

Kuch baatein jo shuru hui thi
Jo chal rahi hai, jo chalti rahengi
Wo khushi jo khili thi mehki thi aur thami thi
Par maano laut kar aajati thi dosto ke bahaano se
Wahi khushi jise maine kaid kar liya hai
Ek katra bhi na choot jaaye poora dhyaan diya hai
Aankhon mein doosron ki jub dikhti koi numee thi
To yahi khushi to unse judkar unko khushnuma bana jaati hai
Haan bahut si baatein hai jo bahut yaad aati hai

Raat bhar ek behtar kul ki chintaa subah subah utha deti ti
Kya din bhar kurnaa hai aur jo bilkul nahi kurnaa hai
Ek anjaani samajh mujhe khud samjhaa deti thi
Pyaar kurne waale kaafir hai, pyaar ek bhool hai
Na jaane meri wo samajh kahaan chali jaati thi
Aur jub chot lagti thi to bus kaune mein padi meri wo ek dairy saath nibhaa jaati thi
Haan bahut si baatein hai jo ab bahut yaad aati hai

Kuch dost yahaan paayein hai
Jo meri zindagi ki kitaab par kabhi na mitne waali syaahi hai
Chhavi mujhe jo khud ki pehle ek dikhaayi deti thi
Aaj wo anek hai, aur ye durpun ka dhokha nahi
Ye aanhon ki sacchayi hai
Amoolya hain ye sab meri aanhein mujhe bataati hai
Aur is tarah ye sub chhaviyan meri aankhon mein bus jaati hai
Haan bahut si baatein hai jo ab bahut yaad aati hai.

The Agony

VJ->

They say that I must be happy

For all that I posses

And as I feel sad for those who couldn’t get it

Not because they were not worthy but

Because of the fate that ruled their lives

I always get a piece of advice

Which I can never assess.

I can feel the agony, I can feel the pain

That is not mine but it still hurts.

It pierces through my heart

And leaves me again alone on the lane ……

I am now surrounded by the strange faces

It scares me as I can’t see among them those who are mine.

I ask myself is this what am I suppose to get

But I don get any answers

I draw my own conclusion,

I fight with god but pray again.

For I hope that these prayers

Must be heard just once

What I am asking is not much,

I am just begging the almighty to restore the smile

To take away all the pain that resides in me

And in the eyes of those who can’t express

Thou shall spread the light again

Thou shall relieve me from the pain

Thou shall end this agony

And spread happiness again.

The Agony (2)

Ron->

She wakes up with her head screaming with pain,

And the unbearable thought of facing the world yet again.

Hiding beneath a toothy grin,

Spreading smiles and silly jokes,

Like a Santa come to town,

Distributing sweets, smiles and candy

In exchange for complaints, suggestions,

And self testimonials by people claiming to be

Her most well meaning friends,

She goes about, breathing life

To lives drained by the merciless mistress that life is,

A gentle touch, a kind word, an understanding smile,

And the flower is ready to bloom again.

And the world around her is slightly better

And her heart’s a bit lighter for all she did.

She’s surrounded by faces when she’d prefer her thoughts for company

She’s forced to smile when she’d rather scream.

She’s running against the odds when she’d rather lie down and sleep.

She’s helping out a ‘friend’, pushing the thought

Of how he’d treated her a while ago from her mind.

She’s being a grown up, when she’d rather be a child.

Sitting on her perch, she’s got her eyes on the far horizon,

Dreaming about the day when she’d be a free bird again.

She wants to be alone, and yet she dreads the time when she is.

She’s scared of facing up to the little one.

The little girl inside,

Looking up at her,

Her big, innocent eyes moist,

Seeking answers to all her unanswered questions,

To what she did to deserve all of this.

Left without an answer, she tries to run away from it all.

Bowing her head down,

She collapses on the nearest chair,

Hugging herself for comfort,

Its all she can do not to let the tears flow again.

She stems their flow briefly,

Before the control breaks, and with a sob,

She cries yet again, among muted shouts of

“What did I do to deserve this,

This terrible agony?”

The Rise

VJ->

Life once taught me a lesson

That I was not supposed to forget

I suffered as I was destined to

And it did seem that it would never come to an end

I cried rivers but it was never enough

For the only one whom I loved.

Had I imagined the ending

I knew it wouldn’t have hurt me the way it now does.

I fight back all my fears and stand again with all the strength

A small blow of emotions and then I get scared again from all

those who stand close.

But now I no that it was just an illusion

That was responsible for the sufferings

And again I have to rise, I have to fight, I have to search for the light

Till the time I get it the fight should go on

No matter how much time it takes

But again I should not be proven wrong.

The Rise (2)

Ron->

She lifts her head from the computer screen

A quiet feel of satisfaction,

The day has been productive.

She spreads her arms, and feel the tensed muscles relaxing.

Stands up from the uncomfortable chair.

She does not care for such trivialities.

Nothing like work to keep her engrossed.

It keeps her mind off from other stuff.

Stuff that is better kept away from mind.

The healing has taken a long time.

It has been a painful process.

But she has learnt her lesson.

She has recovered fully.

Or atleast she thinks she has.

She blames herself.

An unforgivable mistake she accuses.

I shouldn’t have, I shouldn’t have.

I’d been right all along.

Nothing is love.

Its all an illusion.

The heart whispers back,

“Didn’t the illusion seem to be,

Turning quite real?

Hadn’t you started believing

That there might be a truth to the fairy tales, after all?”

A retort quietens the poor little thing.

The tear-stained pillow pleads for mercy.

Red eyes tired from crying beg for relief.

A scathing remark from the exhausted and overworked brain.

And the heart bows down dejected.

“But still…”

A deep breath, she assumes control of herself.

Gathers her patience, and comforts the poor little thing.

Brings back the smile, brings back the bliss.

A talent she has not lost.

A skill that hid her all the while.

A smile, a cuppa coffee, and an agenda in her mind.

This has been her survival kit for survival in this cold, hard, hard world.

She does not need them anymore.

She is independent.

She is doing what she does best.

She is being herself.

And she loves it.

And in the early morning,

On a nest high up a tree,

The sparrow prepares to spread its wings to take flight.

She hesitates for a moment.

A tiny pang of regret on leaving the nest,

Her refuge for all the life she had lived so far.

The regret is soon replaced

By the excitement of conquering new worlds,

The challenge of taking upon dangers unknown.

The fear of flying plays in the back of her mind.

Whether her tiny wings would be able to carry her safely.

Whether she would be able to fly.

She glances down.

The ground seems to be a mile away.

She takes a deep breath.

Closes her eyes, trusts her heart.

And jumps as high as she can.

Spreads out her arms as far as they go…

And she begins falling…

Falling fast, gathering speed, till she disappears from sight.

And then the sound of loud tweets sing to the ear,

And she soars up and beyond her alcove.

Circles the tree once,

Says her thanks,

Bids her goodbyes.

And flapping her wings,

Rises higher and out of sight.

She is flying high,

The wind is kissing her wings,

The sky is beckoning to her.

In the world ahead,

The fear of the unknown awaits,

Not the security of the nest.

But she doesn’t mind.

She has past that phase.

She is now being herself.

And she loves it.

The First Flight.

VJ->

FAR IT MAY SEEM

BUT THE DESTINY WILL BE MINE ONE DAY.

MY DREAMS MAY SEEM IMPOSSIBLE

BUT I AM GONNA FETCH THEM ALL ONE DAY.

MY PASSION MAY APPEAR TO BE A MADNESS

BUT I AM GONNA PROVE MYSELF THE BEST ONE DAY.

A LOT IT MAY SEEM

BUT I AM GONNA TOP THE LIST ONE DAY.

This one day may not be promising enough for others

But for me it makes me want to live for another day.

It brings new hopes,

New passions,

Tests my zeal,

Motivates me.

It makes me strong, makes me sad too,

But the happiness in my heart covers this sadness

And I could clearly see the beautiful tomorrow

THAT WILL COME ONE DAY.

(VJ->The first english poem)