expression of silence!!

the expression of silence

is very loud

and very clear-

the one who embraces it 

is beside me 

and beyond the shadow of doubt  

is very near

the language of silence

is very known than words

 and between us,

even in -

the dense jungle of separation.

it passes through it all the time

without any prevailing  fear.

and finally it meets a road-

which leads nowhere-

but certainly somewhere

where, we usually meet for always

and now, with few expressions of silence

we are meeting- 

and holding each other's hand

once again.

 

PENDULUM OF EMOTIONS..

If it is not love

then-

it can not be hate
 either.


pendulum of -

undying emotions 

swings between both ends...

today

morrow

perhaps every moment.

yes,
it had touched-

its angelic end erstwhile

i believe...

but, never ever

swayed towards

its demonic end

of infidelity... 

it is such a pendulum-

of everlasting emotions.

that butchered its own nature
of roaming to and fro

why?
i know...

just to cling to its -

one very known end of-

love.

forever
just forever....

TIME: MEMORY AND FEELINGS

Wouldn't it be more than wonderful, if we could cruise in our previous time, whenever we yearn for it and without thinking too much we plumb into it, live into it again and again without any helping hand of non-existent Time-Machine.

Practically, it is as impossible as the possibility of a shining sun in a dark night. But it doesn’t mean that nothing shines in that dark night, some small twinkling stars are there to make thing happen.

We, as a human being are bound to be the slave of ever advancing time willy-nilly. It moves ahead without bothering our treasure of moments. But in exchange, it leaves its footprints in the form of memories and feelings, which we live virtually in the pathway of our life.

Memories: because, without possible investment of time, memories of a particular episode cannot be spawned. We retrieve them from the same abundance of time which was used to be quite dynamic but static in itself for now.

 All it begins, when we pause and look back nostalgically and cherish if we could live those moments of ours as a child in that tender age, the moments in which we grew as adult and, the moments in which we stepped into a age as a youth and looked forward to bring some new relationships and new means to our life. All such various stages of life flourish on a silent platform of time. Which later, turn itself into memories, and live itself when we invoke that dynamic time.

Feelings: because, a flower without its inherent fragrance is just not worthwhile. Our past is full of action-inaction, high and low tides of joy and sorrow and some unforeseen incidents. During transition, from dynamic into static, the time wears one more attire in form of feelings along with memories. Feelings which bear smells, taste, mood and many other attribute which finally enable us, to live in our past time almost in real, irrespective of its virtual existence.

Many a times, we hear from someone in their saying, “the smell of that delicious Halwa made by his beloved mother is still fresh in his mind”, or “the fresh unbounded breeze of his village still storms his mind”.

 In actual, in reminiscence of his past, he lives that dynamic time once again which is quite static now for him. And the time for which, he yells that it has gone by, is actually present, but in some other face, to remain forever.

We call it- memories and feelings!!

enjoy!!

Until You Come!!!!!

                                  I could pause

for a while

and go back

      to cease that absolute moment.

even if i were -

       the ever advancing time.

i could betray

yes,

i could betray

that single destination

even if i were-

the only dedicated pathway

i could wait on such course,

where-

it were not the slave

of its destination

and where-

time could cease its breath

for long.

until you come!
                    until you come!................... 

THAT WINTER!!!!!!!!

 

Do u remember-

that one  special winter?

when it was young

so young

as of  you

as of mine.

and when-

on its icy canvas

we met

like never ever before.

Such was the only winter-

which brimmed us

with the cozy warmth-

of eternal Ecstasy-

in our blooming love.

So silently-

it kept hold...... 

could you count?

those upcoming seasons of spring

which were yet to appear

in our dreamy life.

now in sunset years

of mine alone-

do you know?

that winter .

once again
 met me yesterday

 in the evening

on a  deserted road- 

in the month of -

barren

brazen
vagabond

hot winds.

though-

its well known flowering zeal

in the absence of its inherent spring

 melted

but, not yet burnt

riding on my fainted  and passive breath
it touched my heart

and asked me of you

so curiously

as i used to ask
 about you  
so madly

years ago.

but in my  compelled silence 

it finally melt down

and exit from my heart 

 just as a  heavy sigh of separation.........................

YOU AND ME........

What a beautiful day,

you bring  one more time

just for me

in your angelic smile.

what a charming night

 you will bring once again

i know,

by hiding it

 beneath your majestic breath

and when we meet,

in such ardor of romance

then surely,

we make our own abode in,

what the world-
timelessly cherish-

as heaven.............................

ENJOY......

it was one such moment...................

It was sad-

for just one reason

as it could not preserve 

that beloved charm.

But it could hold

 and could feel -

that warmth of passion

between the two such souls

since they ever found-

a sweetheart 

in each other's eyes.

It was always

but silently present between them

molding itself

into one-

unsaid,

unheard,

promise between them

since ever

just forever

But like them

it too, couldn't take a walk,

and peep into its past.

it was one such-

compelled moment..........................