FACES
We never meet,
Yet we are together.
We are not the same,
Yet we are inseparable.
We will never see,
Yet we hold hands.
We decide chance,
Yet we don’t partake.
We get spent,
Yet we never own.
We are two faces
of the same coin
FACES
We never meet,
Yet we are together.
We are not the same,
Yet we are inseparable.
We will never see,
Yet we hold hands.
We decide chance,
Yet we don’t partake.
We get spent,
Yet we never own.
We are two faces
of the same coin
You walked along,
When I walked a lonely road,
Your warm embrace,
Melted my cold world,
You loved in entirety,
When I hated myself,
You chastened me,
When I went astray,
You listened,
To every word I had to say,
After rains of tear,
Your smile on a drifting cloud,
Made my world,
A waking dream.
My angels in disguise,
You came to me,
Like it’s your calling,
And watched over.
You,
Bore me, fed me, weaned me.
Void is my world,
Without you in it.
I salute,
You. My harbingers of felicity.
Indeed, Heaven rests under
Your frail feet.
Happy Women’s Day!
From the valley of wild poppies,
Fluttered thy pristine fragrance,
To my pining heart as an,
Overwhelming intoxication;
But your opium ain’t,
Panacea for the torment,
You inflict on me,
My blood hued poppy!
Akin to your scarlet petals,
That gets crushed pitiless,
I stand drenched and torn in,
The callousness of this cold rain.
My poignant heart,
Its whining to kismet,
This ravine of celandine,
Why it ain’t forever mine.
The Eternal Flame,
It chose itself to guide,
To keep me mighty,
Sheltering from adversity.
When I think of my flame,
What it means to me,
I think about the beauty,
That it has let me see.
The flame so became,
A part of me,
But little did I intuit,
That it’s bitterly growing apart;
I’ve now flushed out the grime,
And my kernel of its germ,
So that the sanctity,
Glinting inside me,
Blooms anew,
With eternal resplendence!
The shade beneath this,
Beautiful solitary tree,
Is my cherished recluse.
Far away from the isles,
Of counterfeit smiles,
It’s balmy to sit here,
Besides thee,
My beloved tree.
I long to hear you sing,
Thy ever honeyed, sweet nothings,
playful, loving, soulful;
Feed my spirit,
With thy cured poems,
And my body,
Thy mellow pomes.
My solitary tree,
I long so much to sit here,
Forever gloating in silence,
On your coquettish nonchalance.
I long so much to not bid adieu,
to watch the tall swaying grass,
And the impish twinkle in your eyes,
that dilates with the setting golden rays.
“Do men really respect women?” popped the question in my chat window. I didn’t have an answer. My fingers waited to scramble across the keyboard, but the neurons weren’t firing. What I knew, however was that I respected her, my friend on the other end of the entwining worldwide web. For being a woman, for being able to say “No” when she wants to, for being the person she is. Out of that respect is why I enjoyed chatting with her, even if it happened only once or twice a year. But that never did really answer her question. Read the rest of this entry »
Intro
The Pilgrimage to Makkah, is one of the essential elements of the Islamic faith. It is obligatory on all believers provided they have the financial capability and physical ability to endure the challenges of the pilgrimage.
According to Islamic tradition the Kaaba, a simple square cube structure in Makkah, was the first house of worship established to remind humanity of the One Supreme God. The structure was reconstructed by Prophet Abraham and his son Prophet Ishmael. Read the rest of this entry »
Moulana. That’s the surname of my maternal grand-dad. Not that his parents named him so. It came from the hotel he owned and ran for almost all his eight-decade old life, starting from his teen age, right till the morning he died, while getting ready for another day at the hotel. Broadway was to Cochin, what Karol Bagh and Connaught place combined is to Delhi. His hotel stood right there, as a landmark of Broadway. Read the rest of this entry »
Once while stationery shopping in Delhi, an 8-year old boy came hurriedly to the shop and asked for three Political practice maps of the world and two Physical practice maps of India. Astonished how specific he was in his requirement, I walked up-to him with a ‘Hi’ on my face and stood at the counter till an opportune moment came by to ask him: “Do you know the difference between Political maps and Physical maps?” “Yes I do” came the reply in a wink. For a moment, a stream of thoughts spurred through my mind. About the kids of today, how efficiently they are educated, how smart they are to know so many things at a young age and so on. I was unrelenting, though the boy looked like he left an interesting game of cricket half-way and badly wanted to join back without missing too many overs. “Ok, tell me the difference”. Without even pausing to think, he said: “Political mein lines hota hai, physical mein lines nahi hota hai” (A Political map has lines in it, a Physical map doesn’t have lines in it). Simple! He ran away grabbing the loose change, leaving me heartily smiling at his innocuous reply. Read the rest of this entry »
To the world outside, my dad was a well-read, serious and knowledgeable gentleman. But to us kids, he used to reveal another beautiful trait of his. He was a thorough romantic at heart. He would read romantic classics by day and listen to Mehdi Hassan by night. And if it rained, he loved to watch endlessly. Read the rest of this entry »
A dear friend once attended an ‘art of living’ session and the presenter there, in the course of his discourse, stressed the importance of being vegetarian. “Even bata chappal would taste like chicken if you cook it the same way” said the presenter raising his right footwear in his left hand. Two immediate thoughts: One, the presenter claims himself to be an alumnus of IIT and IIM. Would anyone with such an academic background and someone who is a (self-proclaimed) swamiji use that kind of histrionics? Read the rest of this entry »
She is every writer’s dream,
She is every nightingale’s hymn.
She is every poet’s melody,
She is every treasure’s key. Read the rest of this entry »
Written
on November 21, 2012