"I say this, b'coz I luv you!"

If you feel it, say it--with words many,
or just a few, with your eyes or thoughts,
your silence too...
your gentle acts and gestures kind--in every way that you can find.
"They know it," you think, "I've said it before.
It's OK if I don't anymore."
OK is it? maybe...but they'd rather you say it.
I'm sure...try it...they'll love it!
Yes, they will--gentle words,
like gentle showers on scorched souls!

Delirious, come ecstasy or pain,
Reach out for it, ah! It's naught!
Clouds the eye, what's all mundane.
Let go! O! Let go!
What'll stay, why hold in vain!
Care! O care!
There's no again!

Touché

I just happened to read someone's views, in their blog, about Pakistan skipper Shoaib Malik's statement at the ICC World Twenty20 award ceremony after the final match. "...a disgustingly ridiculous remark which I would go to the extent of describing as communal or even racist," he said, "...Who the trash cares about your thanks-giving desires for the Muslim world, Mr. Malik? Hasn’t the newly appointed captain been told that he represented Pakistan - the nation in the T20 world cup, NOT Muslim - the religion." their blog went on, and "...Linking his appalling statement to the context of the match re-emphasizes the growing concern that many Indians, me being one of them, have: Do a majority of Muslims pick the religion over the nation (and humanity, talking at a larger scale)?"

"I want to thank everyone back home in Pakistan and Muslims all over the world. Thank you very much and I'm sorry that we didn't win, but we did give our 100 per cent," is what Malik said, at the presentation ceremony.

Didn't the auther step into the very shoes of the person whose remarks he just described as 'racist,' and 'ridiculous.' Why! I'd like to ask, can't we bring ourselves to rise above such trivialities, as labeling people? This blogger's thoughts, I'd say reek as much of communalism as did Malik's remark! More so indeed, for, Maliks didn't have a chance to 'preview,' and 'edit' what he said!

All this always brings me back to the same thought...why can't we put it behind our backs! Why can't we accept Pakistanis and Indians as we accept people of other countries! Isn't it political play or lust for power (whatever you choose to call it,) that's behind all the ill that ever emanated from these countries for the other!

It'd help purge our societies and religions am sure, if we, the common people, at least the so called 'educated,' lot rise above this all! Ofcourse! I include myself too in it.

...they'll come to me.

I miss them so, those thoughts of mine, that irked me till I was sleepless. 

Now that I sit back and reflect, they visit me so less frequently. 

Care and worry, the daily businesses of life, 

have eroded them from me. 

Bring back O Wind! O Moon! 

please bring back my estranged thoughts to me. 

I'll tell them that "this is life, and here you can't always have company."

You need some time to think your thoughts, 

and know what can't and what can be. 

Move on we must, all of us, 

and partake of what life calls 'destiny.' 

Move on we must, all of us, 

milestones we are not to be. 

Yes! move on ahead, change with the change. 

That's what life expects, of you, and of me.

When they have learnt these ways of life, 

I'll let them move on, I'll let them be. 

For now, oh! please, bring them to me. 

I need to handle them tenderly. 

Those thoughts, so young, may wither soon, 

if left as yet, to weather life's savagery. 

No! force them not, against their will. 

Let them, of their own, come to me. 

I miss them so, yes I do, 

lying sleepless, though they don't irk me. 

Miss them so, yes I do, 

yet I respect their entity. 

Force them not, those thoughts of mine, 

of their will, someday, they'll come to me.

Kaleidoscope

Most of us would have been taught about this tube-shaped optical device, in our middle school Physics curriculum, as one of the many uses of mirrors, as an application of diffusion of light and reflection. Little did we realise then, how much our lives resemble it.

Life is a perfectly set pattern of glass fragments, every tiny piece in it contributing to it's 'perfectness,' till time gives it a twist and unsettles the pieces. The pieces, they fall into place again, set into a pattern, colorful as the earlier one, yet very different. Old order gives way to new, and we find ourselves, part of an entirely new world. Our lives set into a new pattern, almost in the blink of an eye. We look back amazed--marvelling at the ever-changing face of life.

It all seems unbelievable now, what was reality sometime ago! So unimaginable, yet true, for, it has left an indelible mark on our memories. We'd hardly have emerged from our wonderment, gaping still, when it's time for another shake, time to see life take-on other hues and set into yet another pattern.

And life moves on...

They beckon me...

They beckon me, I come with them
to the far-far world past the blue.
"I will," my friends, "sail some day with thee
let time be right and I, carefree
bask droopy eyed and dream I will,
half smiling and turn sides lazily.
Today, O'friends!" I tell them oft,
"at duty's beck I must be.
I have to go and play my part
and walk the path life chose for me."
"We'll tread with you this path of care,
come sun or rain we'll be with thee,"
They sail along where I go,
keeping pace uncomplainingly.
"Thank God for thee! O'clouds my friends!"
I say, and they smile lovingly.