The Breif Encounter

I knew somewhere deep down, that she will not deceive,
she also knew I guess that, am a person to believe.
we both in our hearts,wondered no harm other is trying,
Mistrust were in eyes though, and on our brains we were relying.
She tried to hide, visibly strained,
I followed her around, visibility regained.
She just wanted a place, to catch here breath and rest,
Place of choice was no good,as I knew the best.
All of sudden she jumped, and ran and hid again,
putting my search efforts, all in vain.
the place was bit dark, and cold and wet,
in absence of trust, getting her out made me fret.
Now it was hard to extend the game,
I needed to be brave, else its a shame.
Our hearts were in sync and pacing,
I can see hers pounding and mine racing.
high time it was to take, a call,
but risk of mistrust was taking a toll.
I was swift and she was tired,
I jumped with a sack, like rocket fired.
she was held in the sack, but fighting for way out,
I told I meant no harm, and gagged my own shout.
but she wriggled and wriggled and then withered,
my whole body got chills and shivered.
I lost my breath with she in my hands,
I ran towards out as goes quick sand.   
I sighed relief,as I got past the main door,
grabbing her in sack, dodging obstacles on the floor.
now it was both the time and the sight,
I loosen the sack, she jumped out with all her might.
that very moment established the trust, defined motive,
She was thankful, I guess despite being made captive.
now both pair of eyes just wore some caution,
she was still frail and weak due to exhaustion.
though she looked in my eye, with the fear gone,
we bid adieu in signs, and then she ran as a fawn.
My kitchen was free and now breakfast could be made,
but this brief encounter is not going to fade.
I wished her good luck and guess she did to me too,
but hope to not meet ms lizard,again in my kitchen or loo!

Let there be light......

When you are all alone,

and lost all charm and tone,

when you are weak and pale,

and wind against your sail,

when it's hard to survive,

and no hope to even revive,

when everyhing gives pain,

and all efforts in vain,

when prospects are no bright,

and enemies have much might,

just pack your fist and say, Let there be light.

Every one is like me.........

I was always perplexed by the variety with which the god has created all the world around us. In terms of places, faces, living beings and all other temporal stuff that surrounds us. I believe that there was a purpose to serve, for what this variation was drawn. We in our whole life are quite excited in visiting new places (at least most of us), meeting new people. In the process we always have a point of view for almost every change whether it is a beach or a mountain ridge or a waterfall or even a desert. Not surprisingly this behaviour is associated with our every sensory capability, and we have difference in sensory preferences too and this is really height of variation. The World around us have billions of species of animals and insects, plants and trees. Unfathomable variety of rocks ,clay ,weather, streams, lakes, rivers. Sea and Oceans are in themselves abode for far greater variety that we see, smell, taste , hear or feel. This all out of 110 elements that too are fundamentally nothing different. A group of electrons rotating around a nucleus..Or we can further go to quarks and leptons (or its associated anti matter)..and that is what E=MC^2 converts.....Energy!
I wonder how much expressive this energy is, the uncountable and unfathomable forms that it creates either in condensed or in original form and no one knows how many revelation it has in its stock. Anyways what it tells me is that, the differences are superficial..creativity of super conjurer and utterly meaningless. This understanding forces me to see the things from different perspective. I can relate myself with everyone and every thing..I can see my self celebrating and suffering in all perceivable vivid forms and that to simultaneously. Standing for centuries in form of stone shredding myself particle by particle, watching the changing world of my own reflection. I found this phenomenon as only description of why even after so much action going on,the universe as a whole is serene...The sum total of all action and reaction not necessarily of an individual, but for the whole universe remains zero. Now I can directly map myself with something huge beyond my perceptional limits, like universe, and I can declare that..I am like everyone and everyone is like me.

Biggie and Smally

When I was a child,
I lived near a wild,
and there was a pond,
Of which I was so fond.

One day playing with bow,
I went where, the pond was low.
That day like two wishes,
I got two lovely fishes .

It was hard nut to crack,
but I was not a sleepy-jack,
I catched them in a jar,
and capped it with a bar.

Out of two one was big and one was small,
they always have had something to brawl,
both of them loved other,to limit non-described,
with them I was happy and fully mesmerized.

and this way weeks got passed behind weeks,
and our intimacy had got touched, since new peeks'
but every pastoral is bound to become an elegy,
every clear picture is as bound to be hazy.

the apples of my eyes were cheerful and were playing,
come with us in jar,it seemed were they saying,
I said wait o! dear ones , I will be back in moment,
for rest of my life that moment become a torment.

Biggie was the big , Smally was the small,
in filtered rays of sun they started then there brawl,
Biggie took a good high leap,
to show Smally her dive deep.

the jar was open she went little high,
she was more than happy she touched the sky,
Smally was happy seeing her at high,
thinking some day also she will get to fly.

But alas! alas! alas!, Biggie could not make a perfect dive,
she struck with the edge and fell to wrong side!
Smally was cursed to see, suffering of such an intimate,
she gazed her till, until her motions got abate.

she swam around and round and round,
to have a glimpse of motion or sound,
As soon as I entered in my room,
I found Biggie on floor, like choked with fume.

Her fins were hurt but the body was warm,
I leaped swiftly and put her in the jar,
Biggie then took some deep deep breaths,
Smally was so frightened she moved to no lengths.

Biggie moved a little and touched Smally gently,
me and Smally felt assured and were composed mentally,
but to what reason hard to fathom,
Biggie swirled and fall to bottom.

Smally thought it as one of her tricks,
she dived to the bottom and she was quick,
but this time Biggie nor approved nor denied,
the capacity of Smally with which she had dived.

Smally touched her fins as request her to play,
and touched to her mouth, hoping something she will say,
something with in me was ice-cold and dead,
I wept that whole night and kept down my head.

In morning I found both of them there lying,
something tickled my mind, I felt my throat drying,
Smally was also dead, and lying touching her friend's forehead,
what a great grief!, what a great love!, not a single word could I said.

One of my greatest, pleasure and treasures, are now no more,
and I am today alive for immense pain to bore,
the innocence and love , simplicity of their,
from that day to this date ,I found it such a rare.

The way I think....

why is there greed and desire.
why is there the ice and fire,
why is every thing moving so fast,
why we have our present and past.

why can't we love, just love and love,
why can't we live, a life of dove.
why is there the dark deep mire,
why our lives are getting even drier.

why the wind do not talk to us,
although we tamed the mightiest gust,
why can we never find the satiety,
why have we lost all our gaiety.

what is the truth and where is the path,
what is this sin and why is this wrath,
why can't we give but always wish to take,
what are the elements we lack in our make.

No glory ,no hope, no fire of desire,
No wealth and no pride, no wisdom to admire,
but innocence, smile, love and peace of mind,
I believe that one day definitely we find.

Decisions Undecided....

Once again a satire on charge , once again the lights will be down....
Choices are binary, or at least they can be converted to binary...that's the usual way we solve our problems ..rather take our decisions..our minds and brains are gazettes that never seems to rest..we always have so much to think... so much to link.... so much to infer..so much to seek..that we never are sure (Individualists can take this 'we' as 'I' for the sake of ego) that whether the decision was worth deciding..I can bet that there is always an angle from where your decision looks crooked how-so-ever favourable the outcome may be.
Lets take an small example, you save an small kitten from getting crushed from a car..but for sake of what ...had you bought immortality for her..even if you bring her to your home and take her care ..you can never assure averting her death by an accident..although it's an ugly example
but it questions your decision's validity, acceptability and righteousness. Because might be her death would led her to a better next life as a superior creature..or might her death ends some of her chronic ailment that you failed to notice.
Now in this scenario what comes to save our skins from the sin of taking wrong choices..is it Einsteins theory of relativity?Laws of Manu?Sigmund Freuds analysis of psyche?..or any of the religious literature that we follow. Individually they could guide , collectively they will put you in a whirlpool.
But the important point is that we can't sit idle, we have to take decisions in order to do things which you never know was right or wrong.............................this is the burden that is bestowed upon us to carry till end...........................Happy Journey............................

My Words..........

Words are not only means of communication, they also carry emotions, perception, personality and the surroundings you belong to. But even though we try hard words deceit us, they always get slipped in foul place, and consequently they carry over/under emotions, skewed perceptions,
blurred personality and spaghetti surroundings information. If so, what can we do to contain this damage? Being syntactically correct is one option ,that some times saves the purpose at least ,also usage of adjectives and adverbs to generate the desired effect in communication can be another option. But we do need correct words to carry correct picture, since a bruise can never be a "small wound", or a felony can never be fully described by "Big Crime". So choice of words is important, mind your words, they are your responsibility.