कविता - My Soul's Expression

When “Mr.Doing” meets “Mr.Happening” ("Subject" in the poem is referred to a 'Human Body') It was a lazy Sunday evening when “Mr. Doing” gave a thought Am I the deciding factor, what ‘results’ life has brought ? Am I the one who runs this world,  am I the most sought ? From school to college and then the real world, Am I the only subject taught ? It starts with a desire, then a thought, then the ‘subject’ is in my claws, I make the rules, I govern its living, I am a above all laws, Life will stop if I perish, time comes to a halt if I withdraw, My “Returns” may be interesting, but sometimes, it makes one realize their flaw. Darkness all over and my " subject" went to sleep, I withdrew my reigns to watch my dependency reducing with creep, However, his breathing continued, active were all his inner organs, As, I am not in-charge of this ‘subject’ anymore, who are now the custodians ? “Mr. Happening” replied, “I am the one who serves, when you are at rest” Infa...

  Violin with 3 strings It was another day full of excitement, Watching Itzhak Pearlman perform live was no less than an achievement. A legendary violinist of his time, Missing his concert at Lincoln Center would not be less than a crime. It was an opportunity to witness his performance, His grandeur was evident to spread his fragrance. It was Nov 18, 1995 when a day was engraved in history, Embracing stage with braces in both legs was as good as a mystery. With aid of 2 crutches, he managed to take his position, At packed Avery Fisher Hall, the audiance sat with rapt attention. The world was aware that he was stricken with polio at a young age, However, his love and passion for music was the only thing he leveraged. "Symphony band" commenced and everyone were gazed, Magical finger on his violin made everyone amazed. Two hours passed by in flick of seconds, Another hour more before the final bell responds. Suddenly, speaker made some weird annoying noise, A pleasant evening w...

  My wall design At night when the lights were put off, Darkness everywhere, and my thoughts kicked off, Why can't my eyes see  the bedroom wall design? Which otherwise is very easy to assign. Why this part of the day is forcing my vision to resign? Is there fault with my eyes or is there anything to do with light ? How come the world which I see in the day suddenly goes out of sight? This happens everyday, before I go to bed, Wondering, the need of sunlight to shred. Then one day I tried to keep my light on, Challenging nature like a moron. My eyes gave up, compelling me to accept darkness, Understanding God's will, there was a miracle to witness. In 24 hours, there is a sudden change, Sunrise at my backyard, sunset at my window, moon at my rooftop changing its range. But, as we have our life diaries, so does our mother nature, Same day, same work, no change in schedule or structure. At times, I crib that life has become so monotonous, Usual day, usual work, no signs to term ...

  "Another” Independence Day And “another” Independence Day, which gradually passed away. It wasn’t as usual due to pandemic ongoing, Patriotic songs, what’s app messages with different renditions kept flowing With 73 years of independence, time just kept flying, Another day, another month, another year, the calendar kept signifying, We have transitioned drastically since we got freedom, This journey with its ups and downs explained the true value of wisdom. For years, several jawaans have lost their life on battlefield Pulwana, Doklam, Galwan, and many more, they protected us as human shield Again my mind started throwing this question, Weren’t they somebody’s dad, somebody’s husband, somebody’s son ? Somebody who just gave up his life without seeking any attention ? How can someone be so adamant to serve the nation ? How can someone be ready to loose their identification ? How can someone sacrifice their life without any indemnification ? The most we do is remember their sacrifi...

  What "actually" matters? Kyrzayda Rodriguez, famous instagram blogger,   Before she breath her last in city hospital, Conveyed a message which was extremely critical. "I commenced journey as a blogger and traveled around the globe, Now stuck within 4 walls of hospital, counting my breath in patient's robe. The most expensive car sits in my garage today, However, wheelchair is my only resort, And everyday seems a mayday" "Once I had seven hair dressers at my duty, Today, without hair, I wonder, Does hair actually define my beauty ? "Cancer", has taught me lessons the hardest way, Taking help of shoulders to be lifted, When once I travelled in private jets everyday." "I had privilege to enjoy world's best cuisines, Proud of my blogs, my pictures all over fashion magazines, Today, tablets keep me alive, and is my only source of fuel, Body pain and agony is making my life cruel." "Working day and night to flood bank account w...

  Ignoring oneself, there are decisions in life to make, Considering circumstances, interests and priorities which after times prove as fake. Sipping my cup of coffee today on a weekend, when I was gazing at the sky, My mind went blank for a moment, the more I was seeking my "Why" Suddenly, I witnessed something strange, Didn't know, a new lesson was to get a memorable change, With tremendous efforts, I saw an Ant carry a piece of paper to her destination. It was a 3 minute journey in which she surpassed impossible hurdles with sheer determination But suddenly,there was a twist in the story, She failed to sustain her glory. The paper was too big to enter the final hole, For which she was running from pole to pole. Little did she realize, the luggage was twice her size, Eventually managed to quit instead making her greed maximize. With my last sip, I started wondering again, Did she lose or did she gain ? The target was not met, inspite all her effort, But the at the end, ...

  Uncle on the bench had something to say He was capable, but his capabilities muted his sentiments, Sitting alone like a bird secluded from its flock, Failing to understand, his very own feelings Whether he was excited ? Or whether he was in shock ? In early '50s, sitting in a park watching some kids play Uncle on the bench had something to say.   Staring at wrinkles on hands that had just sprout, Making aware of his age, grey hair made him doubt, Will that kid mind if I ask him to make me play ? I want to laugh a little, Don’t know, when I laughed last I wish to run around, just like them, Someone holding my hands would make my day, Uncle on the bench had something to say   Not too old to give up on life, Not too young to start from scratch, But missing out on something for sure, one can easily catch, His hand covers his forehead now, Trying to avoid everything around, Closing all his senses, except his mind, Saying "Dear th...