Saturday, September 29, 2012

And I followed the light..

The twilight under which, he kissed me for the first time,
the mysterious fire, I saw in the  distance of a mountain,
the red light to which my heart skips a beat, while my phone flashes his name,
the dim light of my cozy room where I sit and play melodies,
the candlelight in the darkest of some hours, 
the magic of moonlight on a quiet fathomless night,

the innumerable speck of lights, I passed on a train journey,
the lighthouse beams sweeping across a stormy night sea,
the temple lamps swaying in the darkness,
the fireflies hiding around the sacred tree,

the beam of sunlight on the budding green leaves,
the stars crowded around the virgin night,
 the rays of fog light in which, I drove back home on a Saturday evening,
the colorful lights illuminated on a house, night before their daughter’s wedding,
the feel of lights inside a Theater, before the show opens,
the length of green signal, for which, I always wait in the traffic,

the tiny lantern, I saw at the doorstep of a hut,
and the light of my laptop in the midst of darkness
I found it all on the spark of his searching eyes
the man with a lantern
And, when he told , I am the light
I took my bag and followed

some lights are like that 
it may be only a beam,
but it contains, billions of promises

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Of Love

You know it all. You are my twelve months of summer, my  fine tune, my Sunday song and my Wednesday wish. You are my first thought, when I am up and the last before I sleep. I want to write you letters. of love,  of you, of me, of us and of our dreams…the letters that I write at the whim of a blinking cursor, the letters that reach you long  after I am gone with the sea. I want to write you a love song, a love sonnet…I want to write and show you, how pretty the things will look when we walk hand in hand, under pouring skies.  I want to write about you, about me and about our love, till my hands ever learn , how to stop writing…

They say, unfulfilled love is more romantic. Is it true? Then, stay away from me. Let your distance be my intimacy. I want it to be romantic…more romantic than ever before. With you, I lose my sense of being and at the same time, I am closest to me.  I can stand before you…without masks, without clothes, without hallucinations, without a single thought running in my mind. I even forget that I have a name. 

But now, Promises lay scattered. And we will have to walk away, pretending that we never knew what we saw …as we never never knew, how we were.. Kidding each other and moving away without looking back or without looking beyond.  I fear this because it is the scary truth.  It may fade  or whither away like a bloom in the rain. Miss me then..For if not in your thoughts, there would be of no reason for my existence.

 There may be new songs, new clouds and new dreams.. but deep within, You and I know - when it rains, it  will be your warmth I protect inside. And when life bids farewell, it will be your voice that I hear, your tears that mud me to the earth. And then, we would know that we had loved each other, once and a billion more times. 

But now, all that I have for you is a song, a word, a quote, a story..and the little smell of some perfume on this tiny bit of paper… nothing less, nothing  more…  

P.S : The post has been selected for Tangy Tuesday Pick

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Till Eternity...

Teachers Day is on the corridors and how can I keep myself silent? 
 Moulding up the next generation is not a silly thing .It is definitely, the noblest of all the professions. Teaching is the profession that teaches all the other professions.  We can’t grow up our life without a Teacher. Somewhere at some point of time, you meet that person who is respectable enough to be called with the term, Teacher  And there begins all the dreams with that person, who believes in you, who tugs you, pushes you and leads you to the next plateau,  sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called truth said, me not.. words of Dan Rather
 Once I was a student. Now, I am a Researcher and tomorrow, I am gonna be a Teacher. I can write epics about teaching, but not now...Because, on this Teachers Day of 2012, I have grown up to a Researcher, who can’t think of any names other than Dr.P.Nagaraj, my respected Guide. It doesn’t mean that I forgot to recall,rest of my teachers. But it means that, my student life is about to end within few months of time and being on the top of it, all I can see at its first glimpse is Him,because….

With softest steps, he entered into my world
 He told me things about myself that I never knew
He broke one inhibition after another without causing the slightest hurt
Without uttering a word, he stood by me when I need him the most
He stood for me in each and everything, protecting me like a shelter
He taught me never to give up those dreams and hopes
 He reminded me, sometimes it is and sometimes it isn’t

He showed me how to survive amongst the weirder people with weirder thoughts
He never grumbled/ argued / judged /imposed…but just let me be
He believed in me, and mended me be, what I am today
He helped me to try my best with his mind, full of patience
He spoke to me compassionate words and gave me timeless attention

He didn’t teach me rather, he let me think
He didn’t insist me to follow rather,
He provided me the space to discover,
He didn’t cage me inside books, rather
He sustained me to create epics
 He didn’t lock me up inside those four walls rather
He showed me those mountains to climb up

I can’t thank him enough for sowing in me the passion,
I will carry along with me through the rest of my life
And it is one of the best'est things happened
 I became his scholar and He became my Guide
Knowing him was becoming me

 My Awakener, My Guide, My Friend
My Mentor, My critic, My Philosopher,
 My Guardian, My Supervisor,
The Teacher, who touched my heart and mind
The Persona, who influences me till eternity
My dearest Sir 

Happy Teachers Day
all the Teachers

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