Jugni Rising ...

When the silence grips, and night engulfs the rush,
Jugni rises... from deep within.

Conversing with herself, who else could she go to. 

The shifts she made, attempts to resonate,
have been sincere, turned down hollow.

Asking her being,which owes an answer she believes;
Jugni questions the being; do I exist?

Or is it them', who just made me up?
Me' the answer for the ones around;

Who do I question and May I please ?
Oh Being of mine' speak to me.

may the Jugni Rise...

Cactus that Wasn't... ( Translation for the hindi post below 'Laal ya Kaale' )

People in the neighborhood were quite disgusted with these two brothers.
Elder must be 3-4 years older to the younger one, recently started earning a
few bucks here and there with his little 'deals'.
He was quite rustic,would Keep two top buttons of his shirt open,
Two very thick lines used to emerge on his brow everytime he laughed his intimidating laughter. It was menacing, almost scary,
People around were quite disturbed/annoyed with this loud laughter of his, sometimes they would
grumble amongst themselves "hmmm.. grown up quite quick this un' eh'

Younger would give his school a miss more than often,Started hanging out with some older blokes from the other neighborhood,
If someone interrupted or questioned on his way back home, he would freely bash em' unapologetically. Had a loose hand this guy, Fearless and brutal.

Both turned out to be such scoundrels, these little pricks, Dark, menacing ,scary.People were actually scared to
speak to them, what if they insult to anything and everything you say !
They were like the cactus in the desert, full of thorns, rough as a thick old dead wood.

What went wrong? They used to hardly  utter a sound little while ago !  Bizarre ; weird?

Six months ago their mother got severely ill, wouldn't speak, lying on the bed- unmoved, gazing at the ceiling ,lost in her own world.
Now they were no ones beloveds, no ones  lovelies, no one's watering these little flowers,
( They are Dry.They are Cactus.

Laal Ya Kaale?

Mohalle ke saare logon ko un dono bhaiyon se kaafi koft rahne lagi thi,
Bada , chhote se kuchh 3-4 saal bada hoga, ab chhoti moti 'deal' karke kuchh
paise banane laga hai, Shirt ke upar ke do button khule raktha,hansta tha to maathe par badi badi do line'ein aa jati thi, bahot khatarnak dikhai padne lagta tha, uski hansi se paas-pados ke logon ko kabhi ghinn to kabhi darr ka aabhas hota tha. 'Kuchh zyada hi bada ho gaya hai' - log ek doosre se dabe lafzon mein keh dete.

Chhota, school kabhi kabhi jaata, ab saath ke bacchon ke saath nahi, doosri colony ke bade ladkon ke saath khelta,ghar aate aate agar kisi ne kuchh keh diya to ek-aadh haath bhi jama deta, Uska haath kafi khulla hua tha.

Dono bade hi Kamine se lagte, kaale,bhayanak, daraavne, kuchh kehne se darr lagta tha unko, kahin palat ke izzat na utaar dein.
Registan mein Naagfani se tez, katile,Garm , Thoonth ho gaye they .

Kya ho gaya aisa, pehle to moonh se aawaz nahi nikalti thi dono ke?

6 mahine pehle Maa achanak bimar pad gayi, ab kuch kehti nahi thi, bas padi
thi bistar par, Soyi rehti Bessuddh.

Ab unhe koi 'Laal' nahi kehta, ab un paudhon ko koi paani nahi daalta.
Ab wo thoonth hain, 'Kaale' hain...

Bakht Singh A.K.A Punjab

 Bakht Singh ka Takht,
ek toota sa Darakht,

baitha tha kabhi naaz se,
rootha hai ab rivaayti iss taaj se,

Pehna bhi hai, aur pehna hi nahi,
Sar par to hai, par jo kal tha, wo ab aaj nahi,

Sher bhi tha, Shamsheer bhi thi,
haathon se bani taqdeer bhi thi.

Raj kiya, ab dam bharta hai,
Inqulabi tha , ab fariyad karta hai,

Pehle toota, phir jala,
ab kahin guum hai,
Nashe mein shayad,

Jab Ujda to udd gaya, ghoomne gaya aur shayad ghoom hi gaya,
Dhondta hai ab, kal ko aur aaj ko,
dhoondta hai kya ...? Shayad dhoondta hai.

kabhi badbadata hai, dhamkata hai,
Gurrata hai, zor se gaata hai, fir nashe mein hi so jaata hai,

Bakht Singh uthh Ja,
Nashe mein nahi Masti mein gaa,

Tu hasta hai to achcha lagta hai,
is toote darakht par tu kuchh jachta nahi,

Wo Jo Saccha Baadshah hai,
wo sab dekhta hai, tu zakhmi hai, zaaya toh nahi,
Ab Zinda hai toh uthta kyo nahi ?

The Kamthi Story

Always wanted to do a story with pics;
this happened naturally.
Lesser said the better.

You can see some parts of Kamthi here ( Mostly Cantonment) and read the captions.

Here on my Facebook Album.

Wings... where imagination gets Wings...

There she goes...

dreams in her eyes..

a leap of toes...

and she touches the skies..

the skies are within;

so deep ; yet so high...

she inked her skin,

got the wings to fly...

On her Journey;

She walks ; she flies;

She waits, she looks , she moves, she dance.

She thinks... she was quite , while others were in her Trance.

Dont Stop her;

Dont ask her..

She has her wings.

There she goes; there she flies...

Emotions and Protons!

Do you ever "feel" the vacuum?
The numbness of mind and the desire for someone - to be
there, at that very moment...

All your thoughts and running down the same lane , you can
feel your heart, the blood which it is pumping !
Yes that happens, after one hour of my sleep I usually feel
an adrenaline rush, My soul , mind and my very being goes
numb, I feel the "space" and a desire for the Special being,
Special soul , who's somewhere ..in the space...

Space which is undefined...
My thoughts go haywire, trying to understand that Myself
and my desires are a part of the space ... or is it?

We are all made of matter ... or Protons for that matter ( lets
hope the atoms of our least possible self are positive ! )

So why do we shy away from speaking to some people..
people who like us are made up of.... protons!

What are those emotions when coupled with our protons
make us a distanced self? Make us secluded!
What are those emotions which make us feel so connected
to some one who is far far away... a few continents away!!!

Why is there the distance... A physical and mental
distance between you and someone sitting next to you !

What is it???

So when I try to concentrate and a picture of " space "
appears in my mind... that's when I think we are nothing but
small particles... and so are are fellow beings... There's no
sign of a purpose for our beings....We just exist, don't know
why, what for and since when- till when....

So, after a look at the bigger picture suddenly you see
someone , you are back to your worldly ways... you are
feeling the sweat in your palms.. the butterflys in your
stomach...

You are Back!

what's making us think so bizarre? why so many variations
in the wavelengths of our thoughts...

We go there in the space and come back to our " Defined"
known beings....
We travel to the dark... and return to the so called " Lit up
environment..."

What is the Truth, whats driving us.. what do we want...
Whats the connection and the difference between our :

" Emotions and Protons!"