My world of Words

Thursday, July 15, 2010

life calling

Dilating conjure encompass each creature with its roberant captive power.

Mazarine above that ebony tree Dwaine, accompanying seizeless time sprinkling the same hard branches with gorgeous sparkling beams .Swarthy land forgot those robust rifts created, now revamping to verdant again. The dried up hopes fledging with new colors each day to have the best.

Yet, one can’t go off, need to listen after all its ‘LIFE CALLING!!!!’ man…

Desires flicker floriating new thoughts imbibing into flouncing minds. Still those flippant talks, unknown failures, agony, eternal fights to survive fling mawkish maze. Yet each day a new day!!!, the same old linoleum getting new colors waking up the tired flimsy mind to revoke and run behind an unknown voice…..

The thorny pains often squeeze the tolerance. Still we need to stay in front like a strong hundred year old Banyan tree .

The broad lane with its two sides so bifurcated, some are gobbling everything having dire imperialism enjoying the great glory, while other languid lives still searching for mainstay in that gloom for their survival.

The disarray justice of life lavished some faces, disdained many creating a great barrier on its strong foundation of unresolved disparity.

Dismal eyes still having eternal expectations in spite of nothing,no one to hold those wrinkled hands in their evening of life.

Still some innocent dreams sparkling through those souls, awaiting new dawn believing the presence of some divine power in its vengeance scatters darkness, and woe through the dreary regions of misery.

Whatever it is the existence and agency of some roberant spirit which everything virtue and efficacy, without which there can be no life, no sensibility, no energy, no new hopes sprouting ,no thoughts emerging, no dreams spawning.

The captive power still harvesting in every lives the ‘NEW’ with its Miracling magnanimous magic, enlivening each day to wait for something good, sprinkling the dark lane with its spinning corpuscles of new hopes, changing the dogma with unbelievable evolution ,making everyone to ever listen to that unknown call by ‘LIFE’.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

First touch................

Impalpable commence into an unknown realm.

Agazed eyes,senses looking around so warm.

Eyerything bewildered my tender thoughts.

But,that first touch enlivened new concocts.

Cordial entwinement,candid hilarity

bloomed rejoices, drove all paucity.

Eminent cheers,affable embracement

emerged new dreams,new faiths for accompolishment.

You sparkled creativity,hopes,alleviated my fears.

Experienced elegance of love,detained my tears.

Glad for those hopes,those hugs which imbibed majesty,

for those courageous words,for those mystic moral gratuity.

You taught affability,helped to contemplate.

Blandished all my desires making life not to be complicate.

You cautioned when my conscience about to nuance.

Enlightened an intuition into dismaled cognizance.

That first mesmerizing touch....

miraculous hands always be ready when I fall,when I raise..

The most divine spirit,deifiable legend

that is you mother,an eternal almighty.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Disillusic sapience

Opposites are believed to be contradictory but in real they are accompanying, supporting each other …sounds bit illogical, but that’s true……

Will the black identifiable if white won’t surrounds its scope?

Is a small spark of light dominates without the dingy gloom???

Is life deified without the encompassed death?

Success will be despised if we had never seen failures……

Who waits for dawn without the existence of night??

Laughter’s won’t look genial if we had not at all seen disconsolate faces……..

Will truth becomes devine without the shadow of falsity?

Life is miraculous amalgamation of differences, which seems contrasting to the outer contour, but askancely contributing and veridically asserting each others existence…..

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Is there devil behind the door?...........

Barren bastille,languishing by unnerving monstrous accinge....
rusted beatitudes..... impelling to loose penetration.....
limoused hopes just calling me where left your polemics,..those zetetic thoughts.Intriguing to intrude into my conscience,whether to seize my invulnerable fight to be invincible or hollowness in my intuition.........
......Confusing that anfractuous maze,making me meander towards unseen destiny.......

Still the same questions converging to a one more question....contriving,struggling in attempt to succeed...still that devil imperialism contaminating consciousness ,constraining to gain imperturbable attorney....
still a wild whispering,an obscure hunt imbue to deduce
is there devil behind the door to eternal fulfillment of attainment?

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Childhood...a beautiful fragrance

Childhood…a beautiful fragrance ,bearing the most precious chandelier steps of life.

The word ,itself bloom out all those treasures of memories everyone jealous to get back once. Those pleasant innocence, beautiful unconvincing dreams, blossoming faiths, erratic thoughts, escalating beliefs.., those angels whispering in dreams…allegorical illusions, those tricks to conceal things… just seems like an inwrought idyll now.

It’s true that everyone experiences might not be so fruitful.Reality cannot hide those true hard aspects that someone suffered in those tender stages .In midst of those agony ,the soul couldn’t experience that pain, that’s what lies a magic behind childhood .psychologists believe that it will be basis for what you are now really!. those mild hopes just getting its existence in present way…

All those precious reminiscence just give a chance once to have a journey towards that again.

brume just passed ,when I opened my eyes ,..saw those foot prints have grown accompanying seizeless time, just to have a glimpsing fiction……..

where you had been?

leaving me in midst of this journey,

experiencing me that mild pleasance

those sincere laughter's ,those innocent rejoice.

those marvelous rainy days...

paper boats floating across a narrow stream,

that cute colored umbrella

just to show friends I had one..

those stingy classes ,and heavy rules

curious ears waiting to listen the bell ringing..

luckily having some fun, sitting being one in that big circle

hurried to share friends lunch..

I miss those exciting playtimes

aspiring spirits with bit of innocent quarreling.

I miss those blooming birthdays

amicable handshakes and pretty hugs.

Beautiful twilight welcoming

while back to home..

with lots of funny talks, knotty tricks

candy parties on the way.

those crescent moon days, dreamy stars...

mesmerizing fairy tales,

mom's lovely songs...

just comfort those tired eyes.

those summer holidays, sunshine dreams

lengthy plans for amusements,

bit boring home works obs tackling in middle.

finally welcoming the first day of new class with warm hopes.

days just passed away

leaving the same old foot print on the wild sand grown

just left some beautiful fragrance,

with a treasure of unprecedented memories...

मेरा नया बचपन – सुभद्राकुमारी चौहान
बार-बार आती है मुझको मधुर याद बचपन तेरी।
गया ले गया तू जीवन की सबसे मस्त खुशी मेरी॥
चिंता-रहित खेलना-खाना वह फिरना निर्भय स्वच्छंद।
कैसे भूला जा सकता है बचपन का अतुलित आनंद?

ऊँच-नीच का ज्ञान नहीं था छुआछूत किसने जानी?
बनी हुई थी वहाँ झोंपड़ी और चीथड़ों में रानी॥
किये दूध के कुल्ले मैंने चूस अँगूठा सुधा पिया।
किलकारी किल्लोल मचाकर सूना घर आबाद किया॥

रोना और मचल जाना भी क्या आनंद दिखाते थे।
बड़े-बड़े मोती-से आँसू जयमाला पहनाते थे॥
मैं रोई, माँ काम छोड़कर आईं, मुझको उठा लिया।
झाड़-पोंछ कर चूम-चूम कर गीले गालों को सुखा दिया॥

दादा ने चंदा दिखलाया नेत्र नीर-युत दमक उठे।
धुली हुई मुस्कान देख कर सबके चेहरे चमक उठे॥
वह सुख का साम्राज्य छोड़कर मैं मतवाली बड़ी हुई।
लुटी हुई, कुछ ठगी हुई-सी दौड़ द्वार पर खड़ी हुई॥

लाजभरी आँखें थीं मेरी मन में उमँग रँगीली थी।
तान रसीली थी कानों में चंचल छैल छबीली थी॥
दिल में एक चुभन-सी थी यह दुनिया अलबेली थी।
मन में एक पहेली थी मैं सब के बीच अकेली थी॥

मिला, खोजती थी जिसको हे बचपन! ठगा दिया तूने।
अरे! जवानी के फंदे में मुझको फँसा दिया तूने॥
सब गलियाँ उसकी भी देखीं उसकी खुशियाँ न्यारी हैं।
प्यारी, प्रीतम की रँग-रलियों की स्मृतियाँ भी प्यारी हैं॥

माना मैंने युवा-काल का जीवन खूब निराला है।
आकांक्षा, पुरुषार्थ, ज्ञान का उदय मोहनेवाला है॥
किंतु यहाँ झंझट है भारी युद्ध-क्षेत्र संसार बना।
चिंता के चक्कर में पड़कर जीवन भी है भार बना॥

आ जा बचपन! एक बार फिर दे दे अपनी निर्मल शांति।
व्याकुल व्यथा मिटानेवाली वह अपनी प्राकृत विश्रांति॥
वह भोली-सी मधुर सरलता वह प्यारा जीवन निष्पाप।
क्या आकर फिर मिटा सकेगा तू मेरे मन का संताप?

मैं बचपन को बुला रही थी बोल उठी बिटिया मेरी।
नंदन वन-सी फूल उठी यह छोटी-सी कुटिया मेरी॥
‘माँ ओ’ कहकर बुला रही थी मिट्टी खाकर आयी थी।
कुछ मुँह में कुछ लिये हाथ में मुझे खिलाने लायी थी॥

पुलक रहे थे अंग, दृगों में कौतुहल था छलक रहा।
मुँह पर थी आह्लाद-लालिमा विजय-गर्व था झलक रहा॥
मैंने पूछा ‘यह क्या लायी?’ बोल उठी वह ‘माँ, काओ’।
हुआ प्रफुल्लित हृदय खुशी से मैंने कहा – ‘तुम्हीं खाओ’॥

पाया मैंने बचपन फिर से बचपन बेटी बन आया।
उसकी मंजुल मूर्ति देखकर मुझ में नवजीवन आया॥
मैं भी उसके साथ खेलती खाती हूँ, तुतलाती हूँ।
मिलकर उसके साथ स्वयं मैं भी बच्ची बन जाती हूँ॥

जिसे खोजती थी बरसों से अब जाकर उसको पाया।
भाग गया था मुझे छोड़कर वह बचपन फिर से आया॥
-Poem by Subhadra Kumari Chauhan

Friday, November 6, 2009

A beautiful composition on raag Durga

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

poem of life

Obstacles, hurdle & hindrances,
are just for testing thy endurance.
Life's challenges are sure to be dreary
But never be filled with dismay.

It's not wise ,to show cowardice
keep your clam till they vanish
Bare all the gloom and disappointments
And fortitude face other torment.

Be intrepid and invisible
and have forbearance
Thou will very soon subdue
All these hurdle coming thy avenue.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

RAIN, Inconceivable experience….

Rainy Day by Rabindranath Tagore

Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the

forest.

O child, do not go out!

The palm trees in a row by the lake are smiting their heads

against the dismal sky; the crows with their dragged wings are

silent on the tamarind branches, and the eastern bank of the river

is haunted by a deepening gloom.

Our cow is lowing loud, ties at the fence.

O child, wait here till I bring her into the stall.

Men have crowded into the flooded field to catch the fishes

as they escape from the overflowing ponds; the rain-water is

running in rills through the narrow lanes like a laughing boy who

has run away from his mother to tease her.

Listen, someone is shouting for the boatman at the ford.

O child, the daylight is dim, and the crossing at the ferry

is closed.

The sky seems to ride fast upon the madly rushing rain; the

water in the river is loud and impatient; women have hastened home

early from the Ganges with their filled pitchers.

The evening lamps must be made ready.

O child, do not go out!

The road to the market is desolate, the lane to the river is

slippery. The wind is roaring and struggling among the bamboo

branches like a wild beast tangled in a net.

Rain, every time I came across this aspiring word , a bunch of frantic memories just pass in front of me..….yet very different from person to person.. It is not just a season to me, it is a beautiful experience which opens treasures of past.I shared both bad and joyful rainy moments in my life .specially I love sitting near window watching rain outside even for long hours......most lovable ...

Those childhood days when I use to go school playing in the rain with all my friends, seeing outside sitting inside the class, finally scolded by my mother to be so wet.., always gives me a chance to get back my childhood once again

Only one thing bit boring ll be walking outside during nonstop rainy days...still I love walking in the middle of the road in the drizzling rain at early morning 5:30 or 6..alone...specially in 100 feet road,been one of my crazy dream still.....
The first rain ah!!!!!, which brings a beautiful mind blowing fragrance of soil, the pleasant sounds made by the water dropping from the roofs, enriched greenery everywhere, playing inside the home having raining outside, enjoying with our paper boats…..each and every moment now just flash away in front of my vision…

I always enjoy rain and it had been a wonderful feeling

for me to remember all those precious beautiful memories inspite of a kind of joy ever and I never miss opportunity to play in the first rain and to be warmly wet...…
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Flimsy like a lace paper window pane

Rattled in a heavy wind blown rain

The rain

The rain came quickly down

And the shutters leaked as they tried in vain

To curb the pelting sound

The rain the rain falls wet and cold

And weakens the hillside ground

Which then gives way and

Tumults over the wall which cannot hold

The rain the rain

When will it end

The rain will never cease

The rain will someday wash our weary souls I am told

The rain the rain the rain the rain

J. K. Bradford