Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Nor fresh air, nor stale smog, he sits in one congested square, nor birds singing, nor winds humming, all he hears is the clock pinging Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Nor sunlight, nor sunset, he works far off from what all gets, the natural process is not his style, he is designed to work amid the tiles, and ubiquitously the clock flies Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Nor Food for life, or drinks to gratify, he picks on loads to fill his neither appetite, nor energy he gains or quality he retains, strive to the clock which always talk Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Life like machine, living in his neither attitude, nor time he gets to sport, nor time for privileged journey. Soul on a single track, the bed to sleep and the square to keep, sounds the ugly clock Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
He has one wife, and a sweet son, and she just realized that his dad is no more fun. Lost in his observation and out of full attention, he lives by the click which sounds Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Windows are dark and windows are bright, but her love is now just out of sight. Pledges were taken and life once awakens, but those days are now avidly shaken by Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Empty his house; Empty his life, no one left to rejoice his flight. Billions he earned and Billons he dare, love ones have gone not to enjoy their share. The walls with frames now have dust of shame. Departed with sun and Departed with moon, Life did gaze at that empty roof. Silence in his home and Silence in his cadaver, spirit on its way to forgive him never.
Found between the silences of existence. Life external life gives him full attention, nor does he care the clock nor does he bear the click, once mislaid his life in Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Fifteen years of my childhood spent in this beautiful valley so close to my heart so close to my memories drives backwards my soul to live that era again.
Green trees and red leaves, lonely paths with cock-crow sunshine, small valley with fresh mountains the heart with a serene lake, is all what I remember when I recollect the memories of my childhood days.
I belong to the nature’s paradise located on a small hill station of Uttaranchal. Nainital is the name of my beautiful town the name one must have heard several times, whenever planning to visit a hill station in north India.
The blue winters with snowfall, with a sheet of black and white memories, those warm peanuts cracking in your mouth and the numbness of your hands.Walking across the beautiful Naini Lake and talking to the impulsive waves, those hazy and windy months, with flying crows and birds like drunk.
The autumns in the swathe of plovers, still glances for some warmth from the golden sunrise, walking across the pathways just flowing out of the unpolluted terrain. The unspoken paths and the wintry rocks folds each bend of your journey to suspense, walking across the valley covered by the bushy trees and chasing the golden rays as waking towards heaven.
The festive seasons holds its warmth, with twilight sparkling across the season, the moonlight covering the city with the diminutive colorful bulbs hanging across the soundless mountains. Glowing illumination floating with the waves of the water makes the evening signing in its glory. The stars touching the crest and the winds making the resonance brings the joy of life in the serene valley of festivals.
The bright summers brings the joy of life, makes the valley crowded with colorful kids and sparking couples singing in joy.The old in their youth with a click of a morning walk, feeling the warmth of the valley.
The purity of those days is there just in my memories; living in a fast paced world surrounded by unfulfilled errands, wall of aspiration now always throttle me, to complete my obligation which trapped my simplicity. Some day, I will set out to the heaven I have found on earth and live by my memories which I glimpse deep in my heart today.
Fifteen years of my childhood spent in this beautiful valley so close to my heart so close to my memories drives backwards my soul to live that era again