A letter to Void

                                                        A letter to Void

Dear V,

From the depths of great abysses to the hollow souls of many, I feel you everywhere, yet your existence succeeds in eluding me. You scream many a cries, but silence is all which prevails around. Often I manage to see you hiding a tear or two and all I can do is be a mute spectator. Your presence tries to fill the emptiness of the world around you, rather you end up engulfing yourself in the same. Enough of this!! Come out of the abyss, come out of the silence, come out of your own self and speak up!! Speak up!! SPEAK UP!!

Both creator and destroyer reside within you. When fumed in nature, you give birth to countless thoughts; desires and emotions, but you eat up people, their hopes, their thoughts, their dreams and their lives when fumed on them. You heal and you bruise, yet you remain so silent, so distant, and so mysterious.

Perhaps you seek silence to avert doom, or perhaps your massive ego doesn’t put words to your lips, whatever the reason may be, at least try me once!! I am all ears. Tell me about your journey with/across time; tell me about your journey through this massive space; tell me about your journey through these tiring ages; tell me about the starts you have seen; tell me about the ends you have suffered, tell me something….anything!!

Forever Yours,

V

-void image taken from codenamexen.deviantart.com.  No copyright claim on that.

Kahani- Ek Daastaan!!

kat jaaye koi kahani toh daastaan kehlaye,
Seene mein lekar ek sailab yeh khud hi simat jaye.
Kabhi madhoshi toh kabhi aankhon mein nami chaa jaye,
har zakhm ke ruhaani manzar ko yeh bayaan kar jaye.


Kabhi ho khafa toh kabhi kafha ko manaye,
Alfaaz kam pade toh bina bole hi sab bataye,
Suraj bhi feeka lage kabhi aisa ujaala dikhaye,
aur kabhi kissi andhere mein saaya bhi saath chhod jaye.


Kabhi insaan ka manzar toh kabhi khuda ki rehmat sunaye,
kabhi iss dil ka dard toh kabhi aansuyon ka matlab bataye.
Karke iss jism ko fanna, kabhi toh rooh ko choo jaye,
par jo rooh hi naa mile toh khud kahani hi fanaa ho jaye.

Kya hai koi (Is there someone) ??

Kya hai koi aisi awaaz, jo bhed de sannate ko,
Kya hai koi aisa shabd, jo shabd de iss naate ko.
Kya hai koi aisi moorat, jise poojne ko dil chahe,
Kya hai koi aisa shaks jo iss dil mein bas jaye.

Kya hai koi aisi kitab jo uska chehra dikhaye,

Kya hai koi  aisa sailab jisme doob jaane ko mann lalchaye,

Kya hai koi aisa phool jo fir uski yaad dilaye,

Kya hai koi aisa geet jise hum bhi gungunaye.

Kya hai koi aisi baat jo hum auro se chupaye,

Kya hai koi aisa jurm jiski hum bhi sazaa paye,

Kya hai koi aisa waqt jab waqt bhi tham jaye,

Kya hai koi aisa dard jisey yeh aankhein bataye.

Kya hai koi aisi mannat jise shiddat se dil chahe,

Kya hai koi aisi amanat jise dil apne dil se lagaye.

Kya hai koi aisi adaa jispe hum mit jaye,

Kya hai koi aisa junoon jo fanna kar jaye??

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Kashish

ek kashish hai, ek sasak hai uski aankhon mein,

Khud ko chupati, pehaliyaan bujhati hai woh baaton mein.

Jaane kya kasak hai uski adaayon mein,

ki khud hi khicha chala jata hu main uski bahoon mein.

Darti hai , ghabrati hai, aur thoda sa sharmati hai,

Massomiyat hai chehre mein, par jaane kyu chupati hai.

Kehti hai hu badi nidar aur chalti hai apne path par,

par dhoonde woh kuch jawaab raah raah dagar dagar.

Hain bahut dard chupa mann mein, par fir bhi muskurati hai,

Jeevan hai ek kadhor sangharsh, khud ko woh samjhati hai.

Naraaz hai tujhse wo aye Maula, par nahi tujhe dikhlati hai,

Tunhe jo diya hai jaam, bina dekhe piye jaati hai.

Thunderbolt pic taken from wallpapers-diq.com

Food for thought- Literally!!

                                                                   Food for thought!!
                              Potter fights Voldemort, Batman stopes the Joker,
                             You can be a superhero, if you help fight hunger!!

                             


On a dark hillside road, with not a mortal soul far or near, 
A lonely cat with a sweet little kitten walked on with a lot of fear.
Rains were splashy, the path unknown, with no shelter or food in sight,
The mother puss surrendered and layeth there but the kitten didnt give up the fight.
He ran up hill but slided down to end up back on street,
He tried his best to find for both, something that they could eat.

I wish,I could say here that an angel appeared and helped these suffering souls, but the reality is not always kind to its subjects.

Please help all those in need of food by playng your part in any of the following ways:-

1) By Donating to World Food Programme . "www.wfp.org"
2) By Becoming members or volunteers to spread the word around in this war against hunger.
3) This is the easiest one and perhaps a way for each one of us to contribute.Go to "www.freerice.com" and answer simple quiz questions. For every correct answer you give, 10 grains of rice are donated to help end hunger. 


Disclaimer- The views, words and the thoughts expressed here are my personal views. Neither of the World Food Programme, United Nations or freerice.com are affiliated to this blog in any way. The use of their images and their promotion is done under goodwill only.

Is this silence that I hear?

 

 Symphonies don't matter, it's the silence that I hear,
 Courage doesn't matter, coz I can feel the inborn fear.
Distance doesn't matter, since no matter you far or near,
the memories still last, their sight always so clear.



Hopes don't matter, as the life keeps changing gear,
leaving behind an eye, tired & weary with a tiny tear.
Obligations don't matter, despite oaths and swears,
popping the thought again that is this silence that I hear.


 Eyes bleed out thoughts which the mind can never stear,
 but the rust won't let go, no matter how deep you smear.
 words refuse to come out with tongue full of despair,
 Can this be a sound in the woods? or is it still the silence that I hear?


-Photo taken from s373.photobucket.com

FountainHead- A moment of brief thought !!

                                                                         

“The upper part of the cortlandt building had tilted and hung still while a broken streak of sky grew slowly across it. As if the sky was slicing the building in half. Then the streak became turquoise-blue light. Then there was no upper part, but only window-frames and girders flying through the air, the building spreading over the sky, a long, thin tongue of red shooting from the centre, another blow of a fist, and then another, a blinding flash and the glass panes of the skyscrapers across the river glittering like spangles.”

This text from Ayn Rand’s “The Fountainhead” is indeed one of my favorites as it gauges the extreme passion and inner strength that made a man (Howard Roark) reduce one of his finest creations to ashes and dust, just to save its integrity. It depicts how even after repeated tries to paralyze a man’s freedom of thought and independence of intellect, they could not conquer his soul.

I have met a lot of people belonging to many schools of thoughts for Roark’s such behavior and believe me; each one had a quiver full of arguments to shoot. Some people label Roark as an extremist, some fanatic and some plain idiot, but as I see it, the mortal had always looked beyond the horizon, experienced the ever joyful and clear sunshine, tasted the fresh morning dew and wanted that purity to sustain in his own creations. The slightest impurity in his designs ripped him off the thing he valued the most- "his originality" and made him realize that “Rulers of men are not egotists. They create nothing. They exist entirely through the persons of others. Their goal is in their subjects in the activity of enslaving. They are as dependant as the beggar, the social worker and the bandit.” 

He realized that cortlandt was a double monster. In form and in implication and he had to blast both to settle the conflict in the city, his heart and his soul and thus he took back what he once gave to the people.

I don’t support any actions or take sides but I often wonder, was he wrong in what he did, or was he not? Anyways, this is my personal opinion and as they say, personal opinions don’t really matter in this world. OR DO THEY???

-The Bold Italicized text in blue is taken from Ayn Rand's Fountainhead.No claim made on its ownership.