When?

Moment to moment keeping alive,
With the constant unheard breaths I take.
Pain paused me by, to listen.
Far beyond was I, in a lamenting world of mine.
Thoughts whacking all the while
I moved as a snail holding its unseen shell of sighs.
Pushing myself one gear up with every second step
While the third pulls itself to a heavy halt.
Wondrous souls' chants ringing like temple bells
Wound my within and  gets lost when without.
The wish to see the angel's miracle and the want to turn deaf to the demon's call,
Interlocked like two serpents in unison.
Separate they don't, until under will.
I behold all as a witness to a story that unfolds itself with the next second.
Know not I the sight that waits
The breath I wish, I sense, see, feel like never before.
The miracle of oneness with the one that's lost
The glory of unspoken words when revealed
Can you drown in there?
And rise like a shooting fountain
To a destination that decides the next plunge
The fall this time, a heavenly dive and not a horrendous punch.

God, can you just get back to me asap?

Hey there,
It's been a while since I have simply talked to you. People pray so much to you. You must be kind of sick listening to them 24/7, right? Know what, I used to only talk to you or simply wanting to experience your existence. Somehow down the line, while we were supposedly walking together, you seem to have kind of vanished. Busy with many folks you must be. You put me with other people in your own silent style and I went on. Your beautiful creations were constant reminders of your classy taste and passion. I smiled.
You had poured into me the nectar of love and care when you passed me on to my moms womb. I grew on it and with it fortunately. You certainly didn't like it when I kept it to myself. Some relished it, most of them, I guess, but it turned some hearts cold, much to my surprise. Why does the giver feel the numbness at such times? You never prepared me for that. Let me tell you, its not easy at all. I tried to get in touch with you so much through tear mails and silence messages. You seemed to be unresponsive just like the cold hearts.
I wonder why. Is it because you are angry with me? I am not super powerful like you..OK? But you don't have to shove in your ego at me either. :-(.
I agree the damn terrorists were hanging around in all territories. All I did was use your secret weapon even at them. They did not fight. They ran away. I did mail my prayers then. I did receive  acknowledgement reports. The numbness keeps hitting and hurting. You seem to be just like " there's nothing I have to do about it" types. Hey, correct me if I am wrong. Where the heck are you now? This hide and seek game is getting harder coz my heart is turning colder. Are you listening?
It's your super power that can do what's got to be done else you are going to be troubled..;-) sweet threats.. Ah..you have seen millions of them.
This is my call in a long while and its on the answering machine. Hope you listen to me now because if the nectar turns hard and sour, I might not be able to do all this again.
You are about joy isn't it? Don't put me on hold now. I have done that enough. Looking forward to hear from you soon.
Loads of love always,
Me.

The Martyr

Puffed with pride.
That's a quality for the present youth to imbibe.
Flowers I did not place
Candles I did not light
The fire of their bravery in my heart I did kindle
Forever will never dwindle.
The shining symbols on their raiment of pride
look humble when into the darkness of death they dive.
Not once does the tricolour pride flutter
As these men of matter never falter
Martyrs they would choose to be
than to flee or plead.
Life and death both a passion
Farsighted or focussed, its just one, the nation.

Drawn and withdrawn

Not a passage left uncrossed

In the plan of the treasure trove hunt

My shadow walked behind many a hundred signs.

Swelled with pride and stung by might

Toes did not tip as constantly awakened by sharpened eyes.

The magic of the trove often miraged 

At some weird wink or a sinking sigh

Sometimes skies shined while the sun kissed goodbye

The feet went by all these sights.

Brimmed by burning desire to plunge into the unknown

And swept away by the winds of change

I crumbled like the rock down the landslide

Only to find myself afloat a fuming tide.

It rocked me off to a gentle sleep..

Into a dream of the golden light

Drawn to it like the fireflies

And withdrawn from the rest behind.

Know I not when I will see

The golden gate whenever maybe..

Why

We hold on to someone's thoughts because that's the only way you can be with them..the only place where they still exist for you..the only reason why you can't let go...the only reason why you hate memories too..because memories make meaning only when you get to share with those in them..the only way is to always be there for the ones you care for...

A kindness called Kalam

His dream vast like space

His mission, precise like the missile

Many just saw, he visioned

Few credited success stories to themselves, he was one.

When fingers raised, he held them

When smiles touched, his compassion hugged them

When stones rained, his will became weapons

When you Google for his laughter,

You will find him amidst innocent giggles

One footprint of his on the sand

And a pattern of a thousand right behind.

Failed he not once to see

If the feet of those many were still down.

When the world of the young went low

His words spread a glow

His hair may have stopped to sway to the breeze light,

His heirs of heart still burn bright.

Warmly welcomed the ill fated guest however,

Yet it doesn't matter 

he, Kalam is a kindness that lasts forever.

Strength - Strictly singular

"Stay strong, no matter what." "you are such a strong person." "Ah..this is not expected of you. You are so strong" ..and so on.. The striking similarity among all these dialogues is the singularity that's called strength, so confined to just a single person- YOU. Sometimes to such a frustrating extent that it seems so fair to the world and its people that the strong ones deserve pain just because they are the choicest ones to be choice less.

The smiles that shine the brightest are the ones that have embraced pain not because they were so ready to openly invite it, but simply that's the wisest way to handle it when imposed upon by it. These people make the finest examples possible for forlorn souls. Actually, the fact being that they almost equal the feelings of the models posing for some classic paintings. How great is that? Undoubtedly, they display an array of arched brows, but that's not it.

There is this humble thirst for easiness. To just be a plain Jane that could laugh around singing in the rain, to gaze at the stars with no propelling heaviness of thoughts in the mind or to just curve around fingers in the sand and smiling at the illusionary creations.

The strong person's heightened sensitivity is often misjudged and manipulated enough to push them to limits they are totally unaware of, when they actually want to be pulled back in love and care. And that's how they end up showing up as some superhuman enormity that gets away with inspired sighs of aweness. So unreachable! Trust me. That's not a nice feeling at all.

Sometimes when this strength is drawn after being drained out of total genuineness, it hits so much that laughter is the only best option to counter react with. The tears that operate backstage is known only to the few that stand watching upon these "strong" people.

The next time you see a shining smile that can almost blurr your eyes, just remember there is a thunderstorm being survived and hopes dying to be met. Turn around to the ones who really care for you and assure they have warm smiles from your loving hugs and words of care and not the super shiny ones born of tiring pain. The strength which then witnessed will be the unadulterated kind that can never be toxic. The singular stands tall when it finds its plural in love and respect.