The Loom of Time!

The loom of time ,
the loop of life,
yet, lopping and striding,
Sums up the human existence.

The pain, the suffering,
the gloom, the misery,
repeatedly question, 
My persistence.

The cobwebs of thought,
I stand there distraught,
as if caught in a coop,
and constantly struggling.

And striving,
and enterprising and endeavoring,
to the best of my efforts,
I still end up in a vicious convolution!

Wanderlust!

Wanderlust!

Every time I am alone,
and suffer the pangs of creativity,
Traveling becomes my muse,
And I begin to write.


The mind contemplates,
the abstractions around me,
and the brain gets absorbed,
Into deep thoughts and reflections.

Alone in a deserted land, 
which somewhat resembled a desert,
I set out on a long journey,
To pacify the lust within.

I came across frozen lakes,
and dried up rivers,
deserted plains,
And burning hot deserts.

Then, there were remote islands,
and snow covered mountains,
their peaks gleaming, 
Like the silver lining around a cloud.

I happened to reach an abandoned place,
with no living being around,
till the point my eyes could see,
And I was totally freaked out.

The dark clouds overlaid,
and there was darkness all around,
I could neither see,
Nor cogitate.

Maybe it was night,
maybe there was dearth of light,
maybe the darkness if ignorance,
Which desperately wanted to set itself ablaze?

Probably, enlightenment,
probably, self-actualization,
probably the dawn of a new day,
Paved way for light.

The warmth of the sun,
melted the ice-cold heart,
and the bracing dew drops,
Filled it with glee.

The stoned eyes were now wet, 
With dreams of hope.
And when I woke up, it all slipped by,
And I chuckled and slept again.

जीवन!

ख्वाबों के घरोंदों में,
एक झलक सी देखी  है,

कहीं ज़िन्दगी, वो तुम तो नहीं?

आसमान में उड़ते परिंदों में,

एक जीवन की आशा की है,

कहीं आकाश की सीमा कम तो नहीं?

एक टूटे हुए सपने के टुकड़ों से,

एक नया सपना संजोया है,

कही वो जुर्म तो नहीं?

एक संकुचित तन ने,

कुछ पैर पसारने की तम्मना की है,

कहीं ये सितम तो नहीं?

एक बुझे हुए मन ने,

फिर जलने की हिम्मत की है,

कहीं इसी का नाम जीवन तो नहीं?

Thats Twitter!

When I signed up for twitter, I had no idea what was it all about. All that I knew was that Rahul Gandhi, Shashi Tharoor, Amitabh Bachchan among the other celebrities were on it. And of course, my sister too! I signed up. But, I didn't know how to *tweet*. That was the first and the last time I logged in until one day, when Sakshi, my sister, insisted me to tweet. She wanted me to be there, coz she had been there for a while and she knew it was FUN!


It was few months later, that I tweeted first. I don't even remember what it was! I didn't know what was an RT, I didn't check my mentions or DMs for the first few months. It was weird, but I was getting used to it. The irony is that I didn't care a rat's shit about followers. But, the fun part was that whoever I followed, followed me back, including the so-called "twitter celebs". I was delirious. 


Now, its about some 8 months that I've become regular on twitter. But I've still got a feeling that I am pretty new to it! Everyday brings along a new revelation. 


Twitter is nothing yet everything. Its a place where people exaggerate, fake, make indirect sly remarks, pull others down, run after followers as if they are DOLLARS! When you give it a thought, twitter is nothing but a sheer waste of time. Twitter is a place where people are trying to prove their awesomeness, and in the course, teasing and pulling down others.


Twitter begins with tweeting, but eventually it becomes a race for more followers! The hunger is insatiable. Twitter is where people say shitty, non-sensical, gross things in the guise of anonymity. Its is where we fool us into thinking that our follower count is our achievement, but actually we are wasting ourselves.


Twitter is where nobody cares but apparently they do care. Confused, eh? So am I. Twitter is where people face identity crises. Coz probably they are facing similar crises in their real lives too. That's what's bewildering. Twitter is where everyone thinks that he is better than the other. Indirect sly remarks are made to complete the assumption.


Twitter is the resthouse for bored souls. Whatever twitter is, it's a vicious circle and we are a part of it. We can turn away but cannot leave it. We love TWITTER, Like we hate Twitter!


Aptly put as "You can log out any time you want, but you just can never leave".