Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Food for Thought


Sometime a single moment teaches you what the years of life’s experiences fails to convey….

As the auto moved from the lanes of the Inderlok metro station to the jamming traffic, I saw a mass of people carrying their loved one through the last walk of the life literally. Adorned in the color of peace, engulfed in the mourning, one of them accidentally, stepped in the traffic head on. He was instantly harassed by a shearing horn from a man on the scooter who seemed to be in too much of a hurry. The incident stamped on to my mind and every time I happened to pass that place on that very road it happened to replay.

It stuck me then.........

We as humans in our lives experience every emotion. Love, hurt, possession, obsession, hatred and many more yet we fail to acknowledge them when we see the same shades in others. We all experience love. We all instinctively know that love can not be chopped yet the first thing we tell a friend with a broken heart is ‘get over it’ when we ourselves can not mend the burning wound created a life time back.

The guy on the scooter wasn’t insensitive to the feelings of attachment rather he was handicapped when he had to relate them with a stranger. The friend, who hopelessly tries to convince the other that somehow he has been misled, is blinded by the care and concern that he happens to forget that his friend is as much of a bone and flesh as he himself is. These reactions are triggered neither by the thoughtlessness nor by the lack of time and concern for others, as per me the roots of the problems are deeper and more subtle.

We as humans are parochial in our mind frame to an extent that every ‘emotion’ we experience is dependent on the people we share them with. We experience, share, feel every emotion yet we fail to register and save it in our hearts without our own faces. We fail to give our feelings an independent identity so much so that we are paralyzed when we have to project them on a stranger. Our life is engrossed in our affairs to a degree that there is absolutely no room for a stranger.

And it is thanks to this ‘thinking’ of ours that there is this unconquerable wall between us and our strangers. It is this very seed that prevents us from feeling the needs of the other people, that triggers insensitivity in our thoughtlessness and it is also that same feeling of ‘nuclearity’ that makes us say our own friends and family ‘YOU WON’T UNDERSTAND!!’

PS: Live every experience life throws on you and while booking it into your memory remember to detach yourself from it so that you could relate it with every one around you and hence touch every soul. And learn to unclose your self for a few around you for they face and experience the same thing, as, though life has varied shades but it unfailingly colors each person’s life some time or the other.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

The source....



Under the shivering water
As the stone rattles
In the face of the reflections that form
A poem is born….

Under the dead sky
In the subtle moon-light
As the shadow down the window forms
A poem is born….

As the child cries
With its first whisper in the life
In the mist of mother’s eyes that forms
A poem is born….

In the feel of a constant presence
In the solitude and silence,
In the inseparable union that forms
A poem is born….

In the emptiness of the juggling clocks
Ticking through the sand that rocks
Under the marks of the roads
Traveled un-traveled by unspoken modes
On the dust of the mind
Far ahead of the paper with the ink-form
The best poems are born
The best poems are born….