कविता - My Soul's Expression

From the day, one is born, unknown of the world he enters in, His parents were his everything, siblings were only his kith and kin, Friends, then colleagues, then spouse, children, then grandchildren, With age, his world changes, and the metaphor gets strengthen. Stunning nature, stranded mountain, river flowing fiercely, Birds enjoying their freedom, breeze playing effortlessly. Calamities are too common to make him realize, he is mistaken, With time, his surrounding changes, the metaphor gets strengthen. Excitement for something new – a degree,  a job, a relationship, Dopamine in his mind gets him joy, elevates a feeling of ownership, But this moment does not last long, at times leaves him heartbroken, With every new anxiety, his view changes, the metaphor gets strengthen. One day, he happens to stand at his window, criticizing his neighbor, “How can they wear such dirty clothes?” Can’t they wash putting some extra labor ?” This continues for few more days, being completely angst...

  Cosmic Splendour When I was seven, waiting for my turn to bat, at my building corridor, A friend jokingly asked "Have you heard of term -  "cosmic splendour"? Heard "cosmic"  for the first time, unaware of the term "spendour", But pulling my leg she was keen to play role of instructor. "Where do you stay?", "Home" I replied, Where is your home, "In a building" I cried. Making face, she continued, "where is your building?", "Street/Taluka" I smiled, Reciprocating  "where is your street?", "Mumbai", hoping I qualified. Unexpectedly, "where is Mumbai","Maharashtra" I testified. "Which nation" came next, "India" I replied. I thought she was done,  trying to escape, thought I justified, But she decided not to leave me without being satisfied. "Where is India?", she asked, "Asia" I classified, "Where is Asia", without...

  Stop it Now….For God's Sake  19-year-old teenager helping her mother, Cutting grass in maze field, Unknown of the tragedy which awaits her. Another bright day when she starts her routine,  Her mother working some few yards away, That dark day was SEPTEMBER 14. After some time mother calls out….. Manisha….. No Response, No response at all. A mother's desperate search for her daughter, Made the trees, sun, air and surrounding nearby, Fall….. Fall…. Fall due to shame as they witnessed Something so heinous Something so disastrous, Something so outrageous, That even such a thought is no less than a crime.   A bunch of wild beasts entered the field, Could not see a glooming flower gathering the yield, They caught, plucked and squashed her completely, Leaving her half dead, they fled blatantly.   Hue and cry as usual, "After" the incident, Makes me wonder, Is this also a "new normal" to be adopted, To live "normal" in society of predators. How to stop t...

My facial expression is my shadow Who Am I, What Am I, It reflects "ME", making people know, Are things moving in a normal flow, Or are they deep and concerning which I cannot show My facial expression is my shadow.   I witness wrinkles on 9 out of every 10 foreheads, Something or the other is disturbing knowingly, unknowingly It seems to be a common phenomenon to accept this expression easily, Its deep, intense but in different propensity, For some, it is manageable, For some, it goes beyond normal. It shows another side of me today and another tomorrow, My facial expression is my shadow.   At times, it is difficult to apprehend this expression, Humans are smart to hide their feelings, which negates interpretaion, For a change, my "eyes" talk more, than they wish, With every passing moment they spill my emotion, Which I strive naturally to swallow, My facial expression is my shadow.   People term this as "Depression" But for me it is just another "De...

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 ...