When mind kills
The heart bleeds
Hence, life is friction.

I sink
Within me
Like a round trip
Back home

She remained
Between thought
And after thought
Rest all
Was destiny

Love as it were

Let it fade
All that we have seen
It shall rise someday
On the face of being grim
For some other being 
With lot more to say
Love as it were
Shall be 
-Anish

यादों की बोतल

मैं बेफिक्र कहता हूँ
जी हाँ मैं नशा करता हूँ
यादों की बोतल
हमने साथ खरीदी थी
एक तेरी और एक मेरी
मैं उसे रोज़ खोलता हूँ
और तू कभी कभार
अब मुझे याद आ रहा है
तेरा वोह कहना
नशा करना बुरी बात है

ख्वाब

ख्वाब देखता हूँ, हर रोज़
ऐसा मेरा मान्ना है
कुछ याद रह जाते हैं
और कुछ धुंधले से दीखते हैं
इनमे से कुछ मेरी उमीदो का प्रतिक है
और कुछ मेरी बेहाली का सबूत
खेर, क्या कर सकते हैं
यह हमारे काबू में थोड़ी हैं
और फिर अगर यह न होते तो
वास्तविकता बेकाबू हो जाती
इसीलिए शायद
ख्वाब देखता हूँ, हर रोज़
ऐसा मेरा मान्ना है
-अनिश 

Convenient

I like to believe in god

I don’t visit him often, like people do

To thank him for what I am

To blame him for what I can’t be

Nor do I ask favors in return

Still, I like to believe in god

Because it’s convenient

The Hours

I would like to talk more about what I felt after watching the movie rather than just bringing out a technical and cinematic evaluation of the story telling. Films always have a one-liner which becomes the very basis of the story and sometimes what the storyteller wants to convey.” The hours” is an assortment of different stories indicating one simple fact about us- “We are trivial but that’s what life is all about. We need a reason to live, to be driven, to be desired and at the end we do what we want. We have to move on.” For me that’s what the film is all about. From the very beginning the film takes you in with a non-linear narrative and a soundtrack which really creates the right mood with a proper built up and the sheer repetitiveness symbolizing the thought process of the characters. “The hours” is a story of women from three different generations connected by the novel Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf. In 1920’s Virginia woolf is writing the novel, in 1950’s Laura brown is reading the novel and preparing a cake for her husband’s birthday and in 2001 Carissa Vaughan is arranging a celebration for her friend and poet Richard who is suffering from AIDS. I really feel that the film lacks an explanation about the novel which is read by Laura Brown in the 1950s and the impact that novel makes in Clarissa Vaughan’s and Richard’s life in 2001, though the magnitude and multiplicity of impact the novel makes on different generations of people who are somehow symbiotically connected has been shown meticulously by the director. At a certain point in the first half it really leaves one ambiguous about how are the three characters connected. But nevertheless the screenplay is tightly written managing all the three generations at the same time which is a task in itself and a superb juxtaposition. It does ask for a lot of patience as the characters built up slowly and create three different impressions on your mind, three different problems faced by women from three different generations. I particularly like the character of laura brown played by Julianne Moore in a splendid manner. It typically shows the restlessness of a 1950’s American housewife trying to live the American dream and become a nice house wife for a hard working husband. It takes me to the character of Elizabeth Francis from the American T.V series MadMen. There is a dreadful unhappiness which Laura is hiding with an outwardly façade of happiness. On the surface she is happy about her pregnancy and the prospect of having a child but when her neighbor and friend kitty confides in her the pain of not able to conceive a child and enjoy the feeling of motherhood, Laura’s totally opposite feeling is revealed. She is not happy about having a child, living a stable life with a loving husband and above all the notion of raising kids in the future. The commitment towards the family makes her restless. Her attempt at committing suicide fails. In 2001, the problem of Clarissa Vaughan seems more real and believable. The character is based in the present times; we can relate to the problems. In 1920’s, Virgina woolf’s character has many personalities. She seems to be a thoughtful and decisive woman while she is framing the characters for her novel and a deeply troubled woman not able to adjust into a suburban life when it comes to her real personal life. One of the most symbolic scenes being the death of the bird and the way Virginia tries to experience what it means to be at peace with one’s own self. These all things add to her bouts of depression and nervous breakdown which she is suffering from. The screenplay seems to be a very calculative one. In the beginning all the characters are established and situations move rapidly but at a certain point in the film the characters are left lose which provides us with the space to ponder into their life. Again in the later half the film picks up the pace and reveals the one-liner (which I mentioned above) in a smooth manner.

The Portuguese splendor

Random thought

I dropped the world
to enter it
Closed few old reasons
and made few new

Lover in despair

My presence was at large
and i smelt of smoke
burning down...

i asked the world
what have i become
a nonsensical lover
or a conjurer in love
nothing but a
dreamer of tomorrow
and a resident of past..

Restlessness

i see peace in bird's restlessness contrary to my own for they have a home to return and i loiter around in search of solace... Restlessness someone said is the way to success other said the jewel of genius but why than still i loiter in search of life....

snow fight and flying kite

snow fight and flying kite
so different, yet alike
happiness as they symbolize
or, a moment of joy more so
pain and sorrow put aside
you enter the world of a new tribe
bring a smile,you say "hey"
is it the same me, or my new lay
so the men, enjoy and live
who knows when to leave
snow fight and flying kite
so different, yet alike

Temple of religion OR Temple with vision ???

AS i drifted back to that point of juncture, i found myself perched on that stone which led to the open sky and beautiful view of the woods. i closed my eyes and an undercurrent of realization drew me to apprehension.....

Religion has always guided us. we have not followed it in the truest sense but FEARED it. instead of taking a back seat in our mind driven by RATIONALITY and OBJECTIVITY and guiding the driver if it looses its control,religion has taken the front seat and driven our mind

Temple of religion
OR
temple with vision
what is more indispensable?

We adore love
we implore them
not to hate
in the process
why we make love and hate
an aspect of fate ?

let there be freedom
he said
but how can there be freedom
when we are shackled
by not the real him

the real him is in you
the real him, i say
is what you do

let fate be a lore
and success will be yours
for sure
whats the price we pay ?
for religion, our own being
for vision, a compassionate mind

temple of religion
or
temple with vision

Oh the mystery!!!

Oh the mystery unravel thyself
Like the sunlight
Tunneling the reigning cloud

Oh the mystery drag me out
From the tendrils of enchantment
Encircled by love, of their sorts

Oh the mystery tell their fate
What went pass was love
What lies today is playground
Playground of their sorts
Playground of their acts

Oh the mystery strike me hard
On my heart, bruised with their love
Love of their sorts

Oh the mystery, the ultimate one
I not born to understand thee
Hope I will endure, some day
The transit from their sorts
To the ultimate one

Oh the mystery say me soft
“Don’t let your love fall down
Let it just drift along
Forever on this earth
You shall, one day
Pluck the ultimate one”!!

Road to Rancharda

rancharda is a small village near ahmedabad with a picturesque lake view......

Sun as it were standing there
Clouds covering all its flair
The roads shining with heaven’s love
And claiming to be the path to heaven

Heaven’s love is pouring down
Giving a new look to the town
Tainted grass revamp their sheen
Covering the earth with a new gown

The mud is sweating after long
Fragrance striking my heart’s gong
Reverberating, resonating
The hysteria strikes me strong
And I listen to nature’s song

The modernity flourishing at the left
And sheep gazing at the right
As I pass through the
Boulevard of this confluence
Nature and men both exist!!!!!

To a dying poet-something really random

Read not your pain
through the pangs of your verses
fall not thy esteem
don't weep, don't curse
shy away not oh poet
from reality

A tabla virtuoso

India has been a prominent player in bringing up new music maestros and giving them a platform to perform. Indian classical music,from its inception has a cultural confluence of both Indian and Pakistani cultural both being quite similar but interestingly different. we have seen maestros like ustad bade ghulam ali khan moving from Pakistan to India and many of them still find a lot of space to perform and create their on niche in the indian music minds. But some like ustad tari khan have come up in spite of not foraying into the indian music arena. He hails from the popular Punjab gharana, one which also belongs to the legendary ustad zakir hussain khan sahib. Lets not fall in a debate over who is better in them. Enjoy this video of ustad tari khan with pundit ramesh mishra on sarangi. You will be dumbfounded to see his command over "terekit" in this gharanedar peskkash.i hope you will like it!!!

darkness

For he who believes in darkness is courageous. Close your eyes and enter the world of darkness, which may be black or brown. Darkness gives space to your imaginations and thoughts; you foresee the unpredictable future and cast your expectations and dreams at the place you want without demur. For the darkness which symbolizes grief, pain, distortion, death and mystery; it also symbolizes light, which in every age had widened a man’s horizon. In the Dark Age people were subjected to atrocities and the vanguards of radical thinking were suppressed and their theories were falsified. But it gave rise to the “radical thinking” which forced people to start a revolution and stand upright against the tyrants. The necessity to gain freedom from the controlled thoughts gave rise to a new age. After every night comes a day leaving the night’s grim. Darkness symbolizes failure and the courage to fight back. You arise a profound feeling-“I shall rise and resurrect…”

Darkness is patience, perseverance, strength and the very essence of life. So I say

“Darkness I adore you

For you, arise a hope

For a death, to stand and resurrect”

Interest on realization

The answer was so simple

But didn’t struck my mind

And then it came to me

Spoke aloud, but still an answer to find

Hey boy! It whispered

Thought was it, I realized

It is not your interest, I heard

Not a passion, neither your pride

It is just a path you followed

Path so simple, trodden and smooth

At my eye’s wink, all was gone

I woke up to realize, it was a dream

Got up and looked at the sun

Trying to re-collect what was the question

What is your interest? It said

With a heart full of regret

I got the answer, it was

Music, my interest on realization…