Tamanna

जिस्म की सबूरी से बेहतर कला है इन आँखों की । …।जो दिखाती हैं ज़मान ए  तसवउर की कहानियाँ  गुज़रती हुई झील में सफीनो की तरह। …… जब इनकी ज़िद्द बने दीदार की। …… तोहफा न मिले कोई हमे मल्हार का। …बहती हैं यह जैसे कोई पानी में रोग लगे सवाल का ……मरती हैं किसी ख्याल मे…क़ि जिसे यह चाहें। उससे मिल  न पाएं   ……इन्ही की तम्मनाओं में खारा हो गया है समुन्दर। …।जैस कोई ईंट  का बुलबुला। ……   जिस्म की सबूरी से बेहतर है पेशा  इन आँखों का........ तालुक  तो नहीं  नज़र आता सवालों का। …। पर घटती है इस जिस्म पर.... इनकी बेनुमा तन्हाई। ....... सादगी में जो कुछ है रखा। …।उसे कह देते हैं  इस लिख्त में। ....... रिहा हो चुका   जैसे कोई परिंदा। .......वह मिलाये है नज़रें, जो चढ़ता चाँद । ……उन  आसमानी मंज़रों में पाये जो कुछ है उसकी अखिओं का तान। …तारा  तारा  गवाही देगा जब जा  मिलेगगी  उनमे इन दिलों की आज़ान  .... खालिक है जो वहाँ उसे आना होगा जब तैयार होगा जहांन। .......इस सिद्दक मैं कोई रह जाए न पेशी। यही है वो ख्याल रामान

यह है सिलसिला तड़पती आहों का। …।कि नाचीज़ लियाकत के पन्ने  फरोलते हैं शायर। …।आस्माँ भी गिनता होगा तारे बिखरे अपने ज़हन पे। …ज़ो  अपने  नील से  भी उन्हें नोचता है कभी। ……।शालिमार  मोहब्बत है वो  जिसने कभी अपनी नज़रों में  उन् तारों को  बसाया  होगा। ……।कि वो गिरते हैं टूटे ख्वाबों की बनिस्बत।  …… जो हैं उस खुदा  ही के…… उसकी हलालियत के चश्मो  की बूंदे। ……।आ बनते हैं जो तुम्हारी आँखों का नूर। ……  

A Letter for One

Fine by me ....I believe in the way you come over......there are numerous ways I can compare sadness with your presence...... It could be a drag..... It could be exhilarating.... my drive ........challenge it .....I could be fine ......and notice something straight and comprehensible...for you take me down these alleys of soaring conflict.......I could say I can win you over.........by dint of courage......but you fashion interruptions and dilly dally.......you try to take me by the collar.........but I'm not giving in........not until you are free yet
I say....why you love me is a straight enough reason to take the downhill road......I'm afraid .......there are higher peaks........do walk with me.......don't stall ........I say one good reason......to arrest your slumbering doubt.....before it wakes to cause havoc......I am far from context.....but I'm not sorry.......'cause I love you if I may............since long I have remained free to act and live the consequences........You add a polarity.....necessary to harmonize and resonate stronger within......I mush over you.......but I can't bring it over.....It's been so long.....I try......to remind myself to remain in sight.....and follow what is Willed......I am arched by the weight of this all.....I could break the bow........If I hold it this way long enough........
Pure effulgence is what I crave....... if you would ask.....but it takes Promethean patience to build........I have all of mine away........It could be some time b'fore it returns this way.....till then its uphill......for me ...all of it........
I apply myself in strong measures.......for no-one asks for a gift that's already theirs.....I love you is all I care......I take my heading and head out.......to look into you eyes once more.......I brush past you.....in warm affection....walking downhill.......savoring the litchi taste of your mouth.......I take my time to fulfill your dreams to crispness of perfection......I say the last words......here on.....b'fore I call it a dream fulfilled

I believe you , need to believe in me
time to time, see the way we came to be
since long, we need some rest
b'fore I'm off again
to fulfill my lonely quest

I try always to see, the way you would come to key
to sing this song with me
it takes me sudden death, to wring your mind free
of all semblance of doubt
before we're off again, to wind out
friendly hurricanes, o ya

A touch, of truth to this whole lee wind
a good climb up the dunes of reason and memory
is why I'm here to take you up,
the pathway to my havens of light

To find my reasons, just follow in ease
we would have it simple, no doubt please
it could be a measure in years, before we fill this space out

till then enjoy your life, while I twist and shout,  ya yeah ya uyeah

Tumhi

वो कहती है यूँ मुझसे,....
धीमे से चलता कारवां ....उड़ा  रहा धूल ख्वाबों की …… शिद्दत से जिया हर एक पल.…… ला रहा मेरी मंज़िल को पास …… दूर आसमानों में सितारे टिमटिमाते हुए ……जैसे कि खुदा  ने लियाकत से उन ख्वाबों को खुद अपने हाथों से सजाया हो ....... ज़मीन पर बरसती ओस …… जैसे अपनी मीठी ठंडक मुझे देकर कहती हो ....... मैं हूँ वही सितारा जो कभी टिमटिमाता था तुम्हारे हाथों से दूर …… आज आ गिरा हूँ बनकर तुम्हारे चरणो की धूर …… शिद्दत से जिया तुम्हारा एक एक पल ……… मैं गिरा हूँ अर्शों से ……कभी  आज कभी कल ... छू रहा हूँ जो तुम्हारे पैरों के तल

सिमटती घटाएँ ……समाती  हैं नीले गगन के आँचल में ……जैसे कहती हों तुम भी खो जाओगे ना रहोगे इन जहानों में ……… संभाला है तुम्हे आज तक जो उन तपती हवाओं से………आज तुम्हे छोड़ता हूँ कुदरत के ख़ज़ानों में…… रुको न रुको तुम……अपनी  तहज़ीब की इनाकत  में .......पर यह कहेंगे वो कल तुमसे ....... तुम क्यों रहे यूँ बेमुख……… जब खुदा  था  इन जहानों में ……

खुलते तालों की आहट.…….… आज कानों में संगीत सा लगे...... यह मंज़र या वो है एक ही रास्ता जा रहा उस ओर जहां राहें गुम हो जाती हैं किसी इकाई में....... ज़बान है यह कहीं की ………जहां से उतरे हैं सभी दिलदार मेरे यार........... आज तक इस ज़मीन पर......... न चाहते हुए भी कहूँगा कि जितना प्यार करता हूँ मैं आज़ादी से....... उतना ही करता हूँ राहों की इस लाख बर्बादी से

आज हुआ है आलम पार .... उन तमन्नाओं का जिन्हें ज़हन में संभाले हूँ कई युगों की क़यामत से  …… बनकर छूटती  हैं जैसे एक कश्ती जो निकली हो पार घोर तूफानों के ……  

My Love

FEARSOME FEELING OF DISMAY CONVERSES WITH THE LAST REMAINING
THE LAST FOOL OF THE CENTURY PAST
 LIVES TO SEE THE VALLEYS BEYOND THE HOME-STAY
CONNIVING WITH THE FOOLISHNESS OF A GHOSTLY SPECTER
WHO THINKS HE DIED TO SEE A BETTER DAY
THIS IS NO COINCIDING MOMENT OF TRUTH
ITS THE FLOW OF THE ETERNAL PLAY
FAR ABOVE THE DAYS AND NIGHTS
SINGLED OUT IN THE UTTER FRAY
LIES THE ILLUMINATE GREY
THAT COVERS IN ITS MIST THE METHODS OF TODAY
BEAR WITH THE TRANSCENDENCE OF EARTHLY MEANING
THERE WAS NO TIME TO LINGER OR STAY
WHATS LEFT BEHIND
WILL GO BEYOND THE CALL TO RETURN
AND IF IT WILLS IT MAY
IF EVERYTHING WAS MEANT TO BE KNOWN
IT MIGHT AS WELL BE KNOWN
WHO KNOWS OR WHY IS NOT A REASON
TO LET GO OR REFRAIN
THE GIST FROM BEING EXPRESSED ON THE PLANE OF PAIN
AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND YET AGAIN

Faith

Hhahahahahahahahhh…….dimsumm

Here goes..

There are few methods to reach out to another that beat the art of conversation……after all this is not the era of intelligence quotients neither of emotional quotients but this is the time of FQs… exactly what you are reading this is the era of the faith quotient.

Faith…yes George Michael says it all…one gots to have it.

Bon Jovi keeps it…….

It’s the substance of the things unmanifested, the evidence of things unseen.

The nature of an art is dependent upon the element of faith the more one achieves refinement. Ingenuity in art is not limited to the fabrication of beauty but it stands on the pedestal of steady and steadfast things such of the nature of faith. After all, faith is the last thing that breaks in man.

Let this be explained with a clear example_

A man has achieved all technical training in a certain field of activity and knows everything inside out. He goes on to start a business that is totally new. He knows from the beginning that he is taking a shot in the dark…..but purely on the element of faith he goes on to do brisk progress in a couple of years…He comes out satisfied despite every test of mettle and now if one goes to ask him what was his standing ground for rapid progress…The inevitable answer would be Faith…And he has the whole world recanting in disbelief. So here we come to understand the importance of faith quotient.

FQ is directly proportional to one’s inner depth or spiritual reach and inversely proportional to the non-salvagability of a situation when faced and the equation is completed with the insertion of the faith constant which in actuality is 1..the symbol of provisional faith in life.

Thank You.

Refer :  Dimsumm, Cantonese for Steamed Dumpling. :)

Poetry

Poetry

It is a block of words that shifts in its meaning the more one tries to grasp…this is the way of poetry….the word that is the god of literature ….haha…..there are fewer meanings that compete with the number of words used to describe them….that make one a man of few words. The vibrations of the sub conscious that derive from more subtle universal vibrations… are easy to catch once one becomes attuned to the nature of manifesting reality. There are numerous examples of people with purified hearts who manage to wring meaning from passing time with finesse…this is the genre of poets and writers….we shall talk of the nature of words and their juxtaposition into carefully and intricately crafted meanings….for example

The poem_

Ferrous acrid emotions,

spill on dry ambience,

creating a plume of jiving vibes,

radiating into musical realms.

Severed from the acrosticity of teeming teens,

in the neighbourhood,

the bearfront of trained tresses,

as they waft away on wingers.

I quickly lose sight of them

as they turn their way

spanning wings in hilling joy.

Crisp beats in booming phones,

keep the moment alive,

in billowing motions of their emanance.

Timekeeper of the skies,

the realms of stellar fires,

burning the day down slowly.

Reminding the stationery meditator,

of life's elusive displays,

the mirages of pleasure.

The frequent and free use of poetic licence is evident in this…but more is the use of meaning analogies of a subconscious dimension i.e.

The first para’ itself talks of the subject listening to fast tracks,

The second and third stanza talks of teenaged children passing by on fast scooters,

The fourth para, again talks of the subject enjoying his ‘booming’ headphones,

The fifth para is a picture of the sun going down,

In the sixth para, the meaning is that the subject is actually meditating on the meaning of pleasure.

By the way the words – acrosticity, bearfront and emanance are coined by the author by medium of poetic licence.

Maker

high time the energies recollected in the pool of this life.......trying times faced with grandeur of emotion....glory of effort......force of will.....written words.... spew forth allure to entangle.....runaway dreams........meditate |.......
bulwark of facts........steady this state of mind.......strength to pull the chariot......out of oblivion.....feeble fears disappear........ like glimpses of spectres.........amazing gift........unending grace.........now entwined into each passing moment.......nimble fragrances........assuage the heart

Peace

Floored by impasses......impossibilities that jerk and sunder.....the dreams that don't fulfill ......foiling chances of banal recovery.......tears in the silver light of dawn...make away with hopes of teary eyed dreams........confusion rules the day.......with a slope to the helm of affairs........destruction of the heart.......like musicians playing a rhapsodical dirge........devastation of the mind...the final word of attention ....to the freedom of my soul.......encapsulated in the mirth of loony ecstasy
Make way for the sacred clowns......this melee' won't last the minute......one last hope to the hints of continuity.........far-fetched it seems to be..........
Then again........the uphill journey rolls on..............fueling the crisis of expression.....this bloody ego.....thankfully won't acquire undesirable reinforcement........endamned to burn in hell till it is no more......
we have come far.....says the ego child......well you're an embarrassment if anything....says the soul father......mind if I take a retreat and sign off(ego).....welll you can sorely conk off if you want....and allow me some rest till the end of days......

Enjoy

Pause....before leaping.......it's said commonly.....this is the time to reason .....before you floor yourself on a wingless drop.......its wise to reckon the way to the bottom........instead consider it wise to believe before hand that you have a way another.....you can walk on and away......but this is the push to the precipice that could take you to escape velocity......to another dimension....more inner and powerful than before......you reason it could make it worse.........manage to free some energy......and look aft of the situation.....you may call it a wait worth the arrival ...once you get the bearing to the destination......inner illumination or if you choose to walk away a half hour left of deliberation....first break it could take you to integral exaltation............firm, hardcore.......days and nights fuse to blurring speeds to reach the source of the creative projection......crashing like wavy behemoths onto the bare face of Time........just to brighten the day.....freshen the night.........let fear be a guide....for the moment..........safe and sound ...let it take you to the other side of this now runaway realm......the fleeing light can't outrun the surge of this distortion.....that rages through the fractal dimensions of manifestation.......now frantically aligning itself to the vibes of survival........freedom down when alone.......this is the way to be..... for them.........who remain steadfastly attached to the path of resilience......they enjoy the freedom of deliberation.......focused on the way that enlightens everything of the Source

Compassion

Abhorrence is a direct deconstruction of the elements that make up a much liked thing......its constituents when handled singly do not make for much liking at any level but when they combine to form a cohesive experience its when they start to generate magnetism called as attraction or liking....otherwise they are simply disliked, ignored or even abhorred...when a negative vibe is thus generated, it impinges to create an aura of total chaos on the level of the mind........the result of being singled out
the realm of the ego is beneficial in rare circumstances......like a thorn used to prick out another thorn......an ego created artificially which is to say in total awareness of the source can actually be used as a blueprint of liberation to free another being or beings stuck in neurotic egoistic states of existential unawareness.....for example, a man used to being peaceful and carefree will in all likelihood develop the attribute of compassion on other beings by virtue of his overflowing nature....when he ventures to cast away his goods among the spiritually poor, he may encounter the subjects' demons namely ego, self righteousness etc....Now he is already in the realm of duality between him and his chosen when he has left the safe haven of pure being....nevertheless if he is enlightened which is rare he may still remain connected to the source no matter how far he ventures into duality or so to say dons a superficial artificial ego which in fact holds no power over his faculties and senses, gross or subtle and he is able to approach the whole process like a game ready to exit anytime. But his very stay in the scene can have tremendous effect on other beings. His 'ego'(body, mind) are an extension of the pure blissful being of the Eternal Observer and as such form a pseudo ego. If this last vestige were to be annihilated, the man's being would return to the source forever.....but the play rolls on until the momentum of the wheel of compassion runs out.

Lesson

The meaning of life that lies defined now in these words is a view personal of the supreme person......these are not words...... these are existential reflections addressed to the self.....these impalpable mulplicities are the mainstay of the world that is nothing but an illusory projection of the supreme mind .......there is more to this ....but that is beyond words......freedom undefined.......duality manifested....Once the disclarity is removed then the reader and the read must become one ...the objective.....the crux of the effort must crumble here.but the prerequisite if such a thing should happen..... the import must be spacious enough to dissolve the ego and absorb the being of the reader......the supreme view may or may not accommodate a foreign ego...infact it never does.....this is the study of warriors but not teachers.......that is a level higher....it is free of secrets......Warriors study code.......necessary for uninterrupted communication.....the highest truths exist in the conflict free zone......there are no tripping incidents there....tripping on one's own steps......in the zone of duality, study of patterns is necessary, patterns of the ego.......this is the realm of service...the other- is the Zone of Being, the highest....

Final Theory

|Fishing for reality in this hypnotic visual multi dimension...theory of treaties...flushing out intra dimensional static...nearness of dream to visual reality all a stream of manifestation of third eye pre-cursive creations...all spontaneous in nature...meaning that they emerge smoothly in and through the nature of the 5 elements manifesting only once before becoming memory...these are the three types of realities...past, present and future are summative defining words only if one has the hard art of Being|

Theory of freedom is revealed by the fact that we are all subject to rules of social relationship and yet to experience actual freedom one must withdraw to a life of quiet outer equilibrium whilst turning in to a journey of inner search and meditation.

|Imagination is key word to open inner dimensions of damnation and glorification, the first stages. When we breakdown the word Imagine we find the phrase ‘I m a genie’ which is nothing short of the truth. Here comes in our personal neurological biology to play an important role. The fact is that our involuntary neurological setup is governed primarily by our subconscious and unconscious. It contains all our life’s experiences such that everything is recorded as a precise impression. At the point of natal enlightenment, these impressions are opened to conscious awareness in a rapidly accelerating flashback which can be heady like a torturous rollercoaster ride the first time. But this torture is all worth the wait once we reach our source….the point of light that clarifies Maya or manifestation with its pulsating commands of consciousness, the Deathless One, the Eternal Observer|

|When we have crossed over, what remains is a lingering dislike for life as we know it, apart from a taste for new mental mayhem which reveals new insights into the Its Nature. Neurons can heal by the very act of breath channelization or Pranayama.|

Pray

Finish this task.....remembrance unmasked.......trailing advancement......germinating thoughts.....in the soil of mind ......tremolo of turbulent disturbance......a summative explanation to all this literary business.........the images of thoughtless idealization........a memory of this path.... foreseen in the last perennium.......determined optimism....activated previously..this show of circumstance......undermined by consistency of meaning......in a blow by blow deconstruction......ampleness of weightage.......in capsules of literature......manifesting bit by bit......in gross dimensions.......that peace may follow......in the universal creation......imaginary grief.... supplications brief......trimmed reasons......furious belligerence....of choatic silence......dusty porches......snuffed torches........unnecessary wastage......of creative elixirs........any question.....justified defences........theory in action.....planned inaction.......demeaning glances......unsteady stances........images of purity......reduced to poverty.......balancing on words......this tightrope of emotion.........trying distances.....fires run out.......tempering of emotions......discarding notions.........facelifting  effort......the pursuit of happiness......distasteful nuances emerging.....on faulty timing.......this is a call to oblivion.....trying to test my resilience......far below the crust of this circumstantial stalemate......lies the answer to every human delirium......... a spark in the shadows of fate......blessed by the aura of resurgence........the playful demeanour of karma........its endearing fruit taking its time to ripen..........making the wait lengthy and encumbering........overshadowed by the restive remembrance of some dark period........giving no allowance to mercy and pity.......a balm to soothe the burns of scorching times.......lonely twilights......restless days,.......desolate nights.......these token words cannot describe........the enormity of destitution........containing the salvation of billions.....the charge of compassion....detonating ethereally.......makes no sound........ripping apart the hard darkness....... of the inner dimensions.......the fuel......the soul substance.........burning steadily........to counter the complacent vibes of beings stuck in space and time...........maze of affairs.....draining all energy......into alleys.....blind and dead........that come alive ....to thrive once more......and abound with nostlagic treasures.......waste no time.......to drive home this lesson......the lesser the better......

Dear

This is a call for freedom...this is my call to you....far above these days and nights, where we find hard to communicate...there is a realm that pulsates with the lucid vibes of unbroken contact.... here i am ..... waiting for heaven....for your sight is heaven.... your touch is liberating....this notion seems to stretch endlessly into the time and neighboring space.....i wait for you.....so i can't be the one to break a soft heart.......this is the realization that should set free your chains.....i want to clarify....i want to say less.....i want to be across ...into that heart....that is eager......therefore we must be....forever one.
Dreaming of the Sun in this ethereal night you're on the wrong side of the earth......feel the ground turning to make your dreams come nearer by the minute.....nearer to fulfillment......don't be cross....it isn't your nature.....feel the vibe transcend the fields of blockages between your self and the Self.....you may once again feel the union ..... once the bindings are loosened......you may melt like an iceberg nearing the tropics......don't test these words....they have been said before......just be sure you remember.....try to make the tryst in you...heart of hearts.......try to be sure......lax your winding.....you may arrive sooner.
You may say I is wrong....you're right.....'cause that letter is too lonely to be right.....but think before you falsify this connection.....'I' could be wrong....if only to accommodate idiosyncrasies
Believe in the dreams .....treat them true ......don' t escape.......here's what to do.......believe......try your faith again.....don't mess up....feel free......churn that emotion till it comes alive....feed your trust in life with the count of easy breaths......master this.....there's nothing to it.......once done forever known.....disestablish all paradox....set aside these entangling confusions.....don't miss a beat.....once we reach the desired objectives...it's all cakewalk
Don't misguide your intentions.....you may defeat yourself.....and you're the only one to do so.....whats written ......will transpire.....against contrary desire.........these jabbing emotions won't last...only the will that you breathe.....if only for all times.....you will arrive at the halcyon conclusion
that will finally disillusion.....you all with a typical frame of affairs....that your mind may grasp the enormity of this fusion.....believe.... you will put to rest all imagination......billowing in the center of your emancipation.
Trust your core....the instincts that are thy door to joyous liberation .....this is the call to freedom.....this is my call to you
Belief....the crux of all endeavor......Truth.....the gist of ethereal treasure.....must take up space in the center of your heart.....before the push till victory.....number these days....before the strife .....imagine the portents you've seen pass......the fiber of destruction now well knit into the framework of reality.....through and through all