Mandy…

“Morning Mandy…. wake up now!!”

“hm umm mmm…… Wanna sleep mom…. can i skip college today?? ..”

“Hell no!! ”

after 15 mins… one can spot a lean figure with a cap on head exiting a rather cranky lawn gate… his tshirt was sporting a big “Christiano Ronaldo” in whites… and the Man-U glittering in the front…. feet spotted a pair of nike… the lowers can be called a tailored denim with patchy finish.. (oh they call this fashion,.. I wonder..) … a few metal chains hanging down his neck… two white earpieces poking into his ear.. and a skate board under nike…. they guy wa most disappointed by the bag on the back….with a look of disgust.. he rode down the alley to the avenue….

“a ham plz”

he shelled out a few coins… and picked up the stuff…. bak to the skateboard journey….

the board read clear and loud.. “claude avenue” … the signal called for a hault… motion was bak with board rolling again… and with a jerk the speedster stopped.. his eyes were fixed on the fluffy brown locks…. ocassionally hiding Her face…..

Trance

A feeble murmur thumping aloud…

cacophonous chimes amidst the crowd..

the vibes of enchantment… the misty delusion..

the symphony and life… a nocturnal fusion….

reverberations of din.. a pious addition

all Oh! all.. a heavenly creation…

dusk and dawn…. spiritual silence..

wind and breeze… a meticulous balance….

the beat… the tap … the feel … the sense

world dancing…. goes on the Trance

Ah!

Shimmering lights…. speeding wheels..

crimsoned on the concrete…  momentary stop…

lurking eyes…. face savouring cool breeze..

froze in for a moment

that swooshing curl on the face… with a toss fall back..

a figure teeming with life.. blooming with joy…

rain oozing on her lips… and that salty tuch..

the smile can cure the deads…

and you wish it wud never end..

Ai kaash ke ab hosh mein hum aane na paaye

the tryst continues.. with a gaze.. enchanting

the soul gulps in all the joy.. feels like an eternal liberation..

just then moment ends with greenish orb…

and the wheels moved on…..

Oh! How I longed for that moment to stop forever… but…..

Refreshing

M bak after an amazing trip to manali… the mesemerizing hills, rivers and waterfalls….. beautiful trails and treks… paragliding… horse riding… rafting… biking in mountains… and photography… its a heaven… not only that.. I got time to hangout with friends… and to relax a bit… holidays are indeed awesome…. I also completed first year of my job… and it truly feels great….

We visited lot many places in manali and nearby… and blv me… the peace reigns there… far far away from the chaos of mumbai.. u really feel like on the top of the world… it surely is nourishing for the vitals of the soul…. Apple orchards.. with small fruits hanging… Oh I wished that orb to fall and strike a gravity cord in my mind… neverthless… not as lucky (read intelligent) as Newton.. ….. but the coniferous forests are really a treat to watch… the country is blessed with true nature… in its bliss… adventure sports really puts one on,….. himalyas are truly awesome…. life gets recharged as I approached the Capital to catch a flight to aamchi mumbai… here I am writing this piece in a studio apt of mumbai… missing that nocturnal lap…

Infinitum

I alwayz have been wondering on the crux of everything…. though things appear simple to me… but smtime they are  not…. and the grey cells need sometime to untie the complex knots in the strings…. wth work pressure building in, the time for that contemplaton is gone… and slowly the mind rears towards a burnout…. Similar things happened in my life… anywayz with a 2 week holiday lined up, its my chance to vent out the hold up before I come to aspire to new benchmarks…… but in brilliant airs of Kolhapur… and extremely good weather of Pune.. I realized something… I am missing expanse of Arabian sea… that infinitum which inspires me… which gives me new energy… the dusk gives such a relaxing effect to the stressed mind that u really feel like rejuvenated…,m off to mumbai while writing this… then to an xciting trip to Manali… hope to have a nice time

Pause

Vibes of the trance… enchanted illusions..

body..soul.. mind… elemental fusions…

excruciating efforts… all in vain…

symphony…. relieves the pain…

thoughts and thoughts…. a cacophonic scream..

claustrophobic contemplation… a daily dream..

bore the brunt… lessened the cause…

walked down alone…..

Oh! I wonder … the progressive delusions…

running like mad…. craved for a pause….

confluence of soul nd Him… may the soul lie with eternal hymn….

Deep down Horizon

Reflections!haloed by the saffrons…

Standing I was, on the riverside…

eternal expanse with endless domains…

subtle like a yogi, serene like a bride..

waves and gushes….. alike always

wonder wat happens in a tide…

oh! how similar life is…. felt never before..

those rays.. empowering like ever..

the cold touch… all the fables and folklore..

fifth element painted with crayon….

Oh! I am reborn… deep down horizon

Chand Lamhe

ghanghor sa tan man, gehera sa chintan,

Khaare samandar ke sahil sa jadpan,

dahakte ravi sang taru ka baankpan,

tarunaai ka jaise chehekta ladakpan,

kshitiz ko aagosh mein samete,

nirvaat ka anant manan,

chand lamhe jindagi ke, udhaar ka poorna jeevan,

bejaan vraksha mein jaise jeevan sanchayan

Itni Shakti humein de na data!!

Amidst the suffocating crowd,
Oh I spotted the struggling soul,
little did I know, the sad demise,
world this world, or maybe its His foul,
still I wonder wats his fault, this helplessness
and that prolonged stride,
just wish, I had the might,
The darkness surrounding him, haunts me for sure,
Moral fights the irresistible lure,
those tiny barefeet, leaves me wounded,
Oh! he cud have thrived,
inside, somewhere a contemplative mind cried,
Itni Shakti humein de na data, mann ka vishwaas kamjor na hona,
Hum chale nek raste pe humse bhool kar bhi koi bhool na hona!!

With my Kettle

Cluttered in clads…. he walked down the pavement….with a small tea kettle in his hand and glass stuffed behind.. a strip of cheap chews on his left shoulder… pondering, peeping in the otherwise conversations/chats on the seaside…. gush of the humid wind came across the child…. with a steady pace.. the bare footed moved with a hope… “To sell”…

Marine Drive has witnessed and nurtured many childhoods… thereby it stood with a grave heart… seeing people  shattered and lost… happy and cheerful… and longing in the vast sea …. with sheer faith….someday we will leave and not breathe……

“Oi! Sunny Champion… ithe aa!!”

“Aaaya sirjee”

“Chai pila yaar… do pyaali…. O ji tussi bhi loge??”

“Haan pra ji … assi bhi lahanga.. “

“Teen karde yaar”

A steamy kettle poured the simmering brown drink to the disposable plastic…

“Sirjee… chips/popcorn/wafers/peanuts??? “

“Ek popcorn de de… bacha nu waaste”

“Kitna we gaya??”

“11 sirjee.. “

With the currency stuffed down his greased pocket … the boy moved on… with thousands of twinkling lights jewelled alongside the seaside… the pavement was the lifeline of numerous souls….

It was almost past 10 in nite when the boy finished with his daily business…he came to a nearby bench… pulled the cash out.. started on the count… ” ……………………  450….. 470… 480… 490….. 492…493. .. … ..506…507″

With a smile on his face… the kid moved happily to the nearby chai stop…”Chacha aaj 507 ka bik gaya…. ” Handing the cash over to a burly man with a moustache…the man spotted a wheatish complexion.. a weary look… brown kurta with black lowers… and hands busy on the stove.. ..

“Sab thande ka asar hai beta… “

“Chacha… aaj jaldi jaana hai…. maa ki tabiyat kharaab thi subah.. main chalu chacha..?? With a longevity in eyes one hand move towards the man…

Man put Rs 51 on his hand… ..

The boy counted … and left….