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Friday, March 28, 2008

Words

Some one must have got, a word

Some one must have heard, a word

Some one must have left in me, a word

Some one must died without, a word

Some got to say to some one, a word

News is all around, but it is a word

No one tells the truth, but lies are words

Life just starts aloud, a sound, a word

World just spins around, alone, and warm

All it needs are simply words

Words of life, of death, of truth and else

That will let it move and prove, its worth

History is known and shown, in words

Movies or a play or a skit, are sketched in words

Some do get it right, some falter behind

Time is turned in moment and buried with words

Words are played on air and breathed with life

Words don't stay for long, alone like words

They may get the guise of dream!

Some one must have got, a word

Some one must have heard, a word

Some one must have left in me, a word

Some one must died without, a word

Some got to say to some one, a word

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Wish was there a world

With no boundaries to share

no borders to cross…..

no anthems to sing

like paradise full of tales

no paper to buy or sell,

even coins won’t speak

no tears wasted on death

where hatred paid no fear

wrong crossed no one’s path

none lost in rage of gold

wish was there a world

with children smiling all around

laughed and chirped, made some noise

no line drawn between genders

no song of evils to render

colors to celebrate…..not to discriminate

lifeless felt life in art

a brook of lore can go on

no war to run, no leaders shunned

no bullets to eat, no worry to meet

we’ll know how to rule our streets

Wish was there a world.

Cyrstallica

In innocence lies love

Upheld by words

Drowned in emotions

Of lonely existence

Lost in manacled hope

Trying to breathe life

Lured by tomorrow

Today’s mirror smiles

Ghost of hatred coax

Me and myself flamed

Yet comforted by words

Amid murk of lame fate

Love sparkles in me….

Yeah friend

Yeah friend, are you going to tell the truth,

Are you going to show me the way?

I am lost and I know this is the chance

To break free from pain and angst and victory

Just as a human, you can’t survive

You need to be an angel and show me the ray

Lots and lots of friends have come,

lots have decided not to stay.

Yeah friend, are going to show me my way?

This labyrinth isn’t worth running through

These clouds don’t carry water in it

These stories of lore, legends galore

They don’t seep into reality

So where am I going to meet you then

When I know this was just a lost game

My heart is corrupt and lonely, sings and hums,

With not a place to flee.

Yeah friend, are you going to show me the way

Gods are nowhere to meet and air is blank again

Faith was left to fend for itself

But it too’ll get raped and killed today

Lonely am I, lonely was I and lonely I’ll die someday

A friend may come and love me true

And care my wounds and smile unison

Perhaps these words are empty instead,

With hardly anything to match my touch.

Yeah friend, are you going to show me the way

You won’t be reading this to the end….nevertheless; I need to put it forward!!



I’m tired of being what I was always been…….I’m tired of being entitled to everyone’s opinion…..I’m tired of cursing my tormented fate for all! I sincerely need to change my sardonic outlook…..I can safely call myself ‘the biggest choker of all time’…this won’t undermine my indolence nor my idyllic view of my ambience.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be ‘Mowgli’, you know, of jungle book coz I thought it was cool talking to animals & having friends in jungle & use a boomerang as a gadget. Of course that was very naïve of me but we all learn to be what we are rite now. But in my case I chose the other path & ended badly nowhere in between. I’m sick of engineering, I’m sick of my guardian’s hope in me, I’m sick of my responsibility……no option , I’m being selfish & outright foolish in saying but this is what I feel. I am very confident that I should have been in literary world rather than in technological menagerie ….I remember once my dad asked me what I wanted to be in life & like my mother had already guided, I replied ‘good human being’….this was way back when I was a toddler. Today, after 21 years of futile attempt at life, I’m finally getting pieces together. I’m slowly understanding that it doesn’t matter whether I smile at strangers or not, it hardly counts if I stood a good Samaritan…this world has got into a very different mode & I don’t see myself anywhere fitting enough.

Today, everything is very vague for me……this wasn’t the case, say 4 years ago, I was a blue-eyed boy….tentative elder son & role model for juniors…but due to meddling with poems & literary affairs… I digressed!! I wonder how good school days when I was fastidious about everything around, unlike now where it is difficult to distinguish between dream & reality.This whole package of turning from good ol’ boy to hedonistic son feeds my material for writing but not my pockets, sadly! I’ve got a few friends of my own whom I can count on but they too aren’t that much impressed with my ‘progress’……perhaps they are worth their frank opinion. They don’t understand me nor my poems but it indeed isn’t their fault. They r just being mundane & honest.

I’m a huge digger for good cinema…. to me the language hardly matters……

I’ve got 9 papers to clear this year to stay in quest for my graduation….but to speak candid, I’m nowhere near preparation. On the other hand, I’m having a new affair this time & the dame in question is ‘diving’……. ya springboard diving. But I must admit I’m not that proficient in it either may be I should get back to reading Engg books or starting writing drafts for short stories. But you kno what, this thing, in spite of the innumerable bad fall I had, is worth every ache! I also wish to dribble like Gaucho & speak like Mitt Romney……. & ya hang on till I see the whole world & get close to my dream….. Indubitably I’m a genuine dreamer with hardly a thing to lose & hardly a thing to possess. I’ve no leaning towards any philosophy but I’m periodically touched by my Creator’s gestures when an utter unknown helps in a small sweet way….thats life, I guess

My philosophy about Life

First of all, I instinctively believe that life must not be treated in its abstract form. Victory, ambition, dream, dedication are attached, no doubt, but the very essence of life is far too elite…to be expressed. In everyday life, I’ve seen a lot of ups & downs but one thing strikes me through is the way ‘my life’ & ‘I’ is connected. I often wonder what would have been my life was I born some famous personality or so-called stars. But then this is what life is all about! To me, it seems like I was supposed to be a bird but ended up a human. Because I often understand the dissimilarity between me and my other friends who simply don’t take risk. I’m not saying that life is meant to be tested or breath held longer to prove might. All I’m trying to purport is that we are unheedingly sublime as we tend to be since we are socially answerable to the society we are in.

But life could be too short to hold back on our dreams or to choke our urge to express our creativity. These all factors shape our life as we understand every single day of our life that we are here to learn, not to prophesize any event, as we often tend to do.
I am hardly religious and don’t observe fast and other religious obligation. Neither d i stoop to orthodox rituals that don’t stand the test of time. To me, God is within me and I’m trying to find him outside of me so that I can show myself how my creator looks like. That’s my thought on religion and more importantly on God. Friendship, honesty, courage, modesty are something we learn in moral science and of course, within the walls of our home. But to apply these unwritten codes in pragmatic life is assuredly a chore to do. Being human we calculate our risks and needs evenly; in this line we lose a lot of colour. We are abruptly selfish and terminally hypocritical, despite the fact that we are ruling the animal kingdom. And we don’t need to worry of any species taking over us. Yet we are insecure and are fighting among ourselves and all this either in the name of an innocent lord or violent means.


I truly believe that our life is bounded to each other in some way and if we don’t feel that hunch of being connected then we are pathetically growing isolated. My grandmother often used to render stories about battle between good and evil in which evil is always subdued. But my grandma wasn’t aware of the fact that in today’s world these stories mean zilch. Even our schools are tired of these clichéd tales and our kids have grown too big to imbibe these elements.
Eventually, all our actions results in something which could be good or bad or stupid. But seriously who cares? Your parents? Your teachers? To me, it seems that results are fabricated and lose their mettle once the purpose is served. We all are fallacious. We all are fatal. We all are idiotic. So what? Accept it and move. That sounds easy. But trust me. That is the toughest part. To accept the way things are! Some put on their best face and smirk through to get their mean. Some cry foul to achieve what they intended and some simply write poems! Whatever the reasons are, I know for sure that even my life is deserted and hopeless. All parents want their offspring to be self dependent, like any other animal. But we tend to take a lot of time to stand on our own risk. Naturally, we lose a lot of life in it.


Listening to good music is leisure, watching inspiring movies with hard-slap dialogues isn’t going to help our case because little or more everything remains the same.
Today, we as a human race are missing the very fire that ignited renaissance or revolution. We are suppressing our thoughts, lest we may be mocked for our travesty. God forbid, someday we may realize that the kids who were left stranded on the last benches might have us saved or our society or contained aggression. These are just thoughts by which we can debate with whats going on. Since long time, we have turned robotic & worldly affairs are depriving us of our daily leisure. We have stopped living, I guess. Life with all its ingredients including good, bad, ugly and best can deliver back. Of course work is worship and without hard work, we can’t move a inch but at what cost are we providing ourselves these perks of mundane beauty?.......maybe we are paying exorbitantly! We all are different and that’s a good thing because being similar can be monotonous. But we don’t define ourselves by what food we eat, or clothes we wear or beliefs we follow. We just don’t know for real what future holds for us and whether our incumbent action shows any fruit, at all.


I might be too young to comment on issues such as life & death but from whatever books that I’ve reads, movies that I’ve seen and stories that I’ve heard-one thing is for sure, nothing is predictable. We can die any moment and that’s what intrigues me to test myself to the farthest extent. We can’t treat life like a gift because gifts are always smothered and rendered useless. I don’t wish to spoil my life by being corny & afraid. To me, fear is essential until it serves it purpose that is helping us learn. If it is not doing that, then fear is a hindrance, the sooner eliminated, sooner and the good! Sports and school exams teach us that failure is inexcusable but they fail to teach that success is just another side for failure-because a person is winning because someone is out there performing the role of a loser. That is what life duly is! Success can be someone’s curse while perseverance may be someone else’s bliss. We are performers here and we can’t encompass life in its upright form. It is way beyond us. All we can do is stay clear of its tricks and use our brain cells to cope with hurdles. We can be smart or we can dumb but what matters is we realize what we are before its too late. Some people die not knowing the fact that they were utmost gifted because they never realized it themselves and so no one else acknowledged it either.

That’s unchecked tragedy. Some people go kill someone because anger overcomes their cloud of sanity. And some cheat and some embezzle even the strongest of walls. Most of these kinds end up in jail. Some forget how they once were outside those stinking wall while some just can’t give up on their hope. But darkness hardly leaves these unfortunate souls alone. What is the whole point behind standing and kneeling and standing and kneeling before a statue or edifice when we can’t figure out ourselves? We don’t find it cool enough to discuss AIDS, drugs, orthodoxy and other trivial concerns. Because we all know that somewhere within us we are contributing to this bane and we are afraid that we may get caught. Life is this and life is that but what is life if we don’t travel and see for ourselves how the sun looks like on the other side or how the leaves fall. These idyllic truths won’t salvage us. But still without love and calm we can’t go long enough to see things and its beauty. We may too end up like vegetables. For me, this is my chance either I get to do it or never again. Its my choice and I must not regret spilled milk.


These statements are naïve in sense but this is what I feel about life. Like I’ve said earlier life can’t be abstract except in poems or on canvas. There are some folks out there who cry on getting their umbrella wet. They will never learn. Life can’t be dealt with words that soothe but with activities that help us go on and on, tirelessly.

Contributed by: Shakti Shetty, Sanpada, Navi Mumbai, India

Mute Lane

I’ve seen some places

where hopes are sold

some tears are bargained

and smiles are stored

where dreams are built

and weighed up on scale.

Aims are lowered, prayers are failed

these places are in darkness too

like hearts often do

with nothing left to prove

motioned nowhere

not known where to leave

too scared to ask, downed;

peaceful days are all left back

once you pass this lane

call it a curse or bliss, unchained

you’ll never find yourself sane

these words are just a drop

of endless stories untold

I’ve seen some places

where dreams are sold.

Contributed by: Shakti Shetty, Sanpada, Navi Mumbai, India

Mistaken - Poem

The sound that grumbles in my ear

are not the voice of song or odes

It is the deep pain of those in fear

out of their home and onto street

No one knows the grave reason

for this disruption and this commotion

yet going through this season

deepened in sanguine ocean…dead

permeated smell of blood on floor

someone, anyone, lets get forward

try out something, anything new

ask the killers to stop their bullets

“let my people on land live!”

the surly fever wraparound me

I hold a pen in my weak fingers

covered in shivers of shrouded cry

asking for kindness to smile.

Contributed by: Shakti Shetty, Sanpada, Navi Mumbai, India

Possibility - Poem

Ahura Mazda must be quite now and may stay that way for long because there is not much he can do about it

We haven’t seen hope getting deflated for no apparent reason and if we say we did saw this happen and then that may be hypothetically too naïve to compare with those who lost their loved ones just due to their faith, color and status.

World today is different and we can’t change that we always bear this paranoia with utmost integrity that doesn’t allow to accept our mistakes or come in term with our demons. I’m absolutely sure today, mundane won’t let another Bastille happen or another Gandhi succeed.

Word is draining more and more hopeless and we are seeing hope die right in front of us. We are seeing kids smuggling drugs because he/she have no knowledge of pen or its power in fingers. May be we are heading nowhere with out insanity unbounded, eternally.

I remember my dad being the most stoic, most eloquently unbiased when it came to the question of faith. I remember him asking me why I fold hands in front of nothing when I’m supposed to hold my hands out to be there for someone who can’t take of his fate alone. He alleged that God is one and we humans because of our indifferent rationality and ambitious linguistic prowess named him patently, adding some new lessons on him.

Now my dad is not that secular for sure, he is tired, may be of his age or his weak bones, but I do miss that life as a kid with dreams of beauty in our society with religions meant only for infusing holidays, not for culling one another with hatred or blood. May be there are many more like my dad given up hope of reconciling dream and may be there are many kids who may spew on hatred just because their dad gave up hope too.

Contributed by: Shakti Shetty, Sanpada, Navi Mumbai, India

I - Poem

I’m tired of the face I’ve got,

I’m tired of my heart inside

I’m tired of everything that breaths

I’m tired but I can’t go to sleep…

Better were the days, no more indeed

When I laughed at my present

& cried all night

At least no more was my grief to greet

Wasn’t I the only walking alone?

Slowly the ambience showed its hue

And I lost my sanity to fate……


Contributed by: Shakti Shetty, Sanpada, Navi Mumbai, India

Friendship Day

No days can match my days with you

filled my life with words and hue

you my friend, you know me good

may not remember the days we ruled

but I do, the moments had sped

we grew up tied up like fools!

had our times in bad and hope

you were there, as it always showed

a friend like you, needed, more than food

though my life has changed much

yet not seen anyone closer than you

your place is in my heart’s door

day to celebrate may come and go

but our friendship won’t escape this truth

we are and we will be as we should

held by breath and goodwill could,

never leave our touch for eternal world!

Contributed by: Shakti Shetty, Sanpada, Navi Mumbai, India

Forgotten days


‘Some days are meant to fade away

some roads we leave and move ahead’

these words were who consoled me then

can’t say the same right now again!

I do feel good to breath this life,

life that could’ve never touched my sight

but that smile do occurs at night

and that face which can’t lie

flooding my thoughts,

belying my convictions,

stabbing my freedom,

freedom to think the way I like!

Many eyes confronts and moves aside

but that smile stay on, alone

as if to provoke my careless state

and question me for my loneliness

innocence pervades bellicose debate

debate which wins down her gaze

can’t say how much I miss those days

better off like the man they dreamt,

albeit I can’t deny my dismal way

still that ‘sparkle niche’ brings disdain!

my head shuns onto higher aim,

aim to curb this baloney instead!


Contributed by: Shakti Shetty, Sanpada, Navi Mumbai, India

Flower are alone - Poem

I have a plant in my mind and I want it planted in my heart

I knew this won’t happen with an easy pace

for it takes what I can’t give

my heart has no soil for a plant so nubile

my vein don’t pump a well of water or so

even my vessels are lost in a mid of flow

and this plant will surely die away

I remember my life once while it was innocent and gay

where I lived with and where I played

and a flower used to smile from my garden

but I wanted like that to breeze along in me

and spread its goodness as far as it could flee

I wanted too to do this dream and see it go

maybe that flower stays short in that pot

and wither away with a lasting wane

maybe my heart is not a place for a thing

when its better smiling away instead!


Contributed by: Shakti Shetty, Sanpada, Navi Mumbai, India.

Everyone has a secret in this town

Everyone has a secret in this town

Everyone walk with a limp around

Knowing the best won’t take their side

They hop around until its too dark

Some are slowly realizing their end

Some don’t want to go silent

This town is a kind of grave in love

it has its skeleton covered with life.


Contributed by: Shakti Shetty, Sanpada, Navi Mumbai, India.

Ending steps - Poem

This skin will nest maggots on end

No sign of me stays through long

My breath won’t kick dust, no more

Within it will move death inward?

Who was I ever to smell soil?

Besides the token name I’ve got

Few drops of cry won’t last

And some words of tales, lost

Under this cloud I had moved by

Sucked in air and warmth of light

Seen some dreams in dark night

Loved some, hated few all in life

May I’ll never return back in sight

May I’ll never see my face

May this stays the longest time

I’ve ever thought I could make!


Contributed by: Shakti Shetty, Sanpada, Navi Mumbai, India.

Drunks Don - Poem

Drunks don’t go that far

They can’t move their dreams

They won’t die the day as well

For they wish to stay, not leave

Their friends are ever awake

The glasses, shades and drunk

Contributed by: Shakti Shetty, Sanpada, Navi Mumbai, India.

Different People - Poem

Different people, different stories

Different battle, different glories

Similar feeling, similar faith

Similar destiny, end in waste

Towards the path of mindless state

Towards the country where no one stays

Lonely houses and lonely yards

Lonely nights with moon afar

None ever came to say hello

None ever had a dream to live

All they wanted to see some land

All they wanted was peaceful sand

Contributed by: Shakti Shetty, Sanpada, Navi Mumbai, India.

Birthday Thanks - Poem

Some days are long, some go too short,

but in between, a few, keeps the rest apart

very unique, serene and subtle,

These days stands tall on our year' crown

when our friends are born

may be, this day took quite a long ago

lost in the mist of history, left nowhere to go

when the Great Hands thought for a change

this friend of mine happened on such a day

she might have been angelic then

but she hasn't been any less graceful hence

life has its corner, its no empty circle

things take place in a spate of chance

world and its rules leave no time to see,

the beauty behind our birth, its endless mysteries

we are dragged on and we move too fast

having no question to ponder or ask,

we earn a few friends that stand along

some due clouded in mundane stroll

This day is too short to celebrate this gift

every moment's indebts to that heavenly deal

when he thought it right to twist in trends

and let you end up as my lovely friend!

Contributed by: Shakti Shetty, Sanpada, Navi Mumbai, India.

The Feminie Spirit of Bandra

Stand on Bandra Platform for a while, a train full of boisterous crowd starts it serpentine move towards you. You stand perplexed wondering how come this people gather themselves everyday for this imminent ordeal. Your thoughts are getting stirred with chaotic descent of the people out of train. Now, all you want to do is get yourself off the platform but then you gaze towards the brighter side of the train. Of course, the ladies with their comparable ease can't be overlooked. These fairer creations are quite legendary in hypothetical sense of words. They have knitted a lining for themselves on a fabric called Mumbai.

No big deal if words are scrambling up but today, women are seeing the brighter side of liberty and choice. They don't seem to stumble upon some stupid orthodoxy. Some have even crossed the gender divide and are happily creating niches, belying bias. Education has definitely played a gigantic role here. Without understanding, girls wouldn't have dreamt of being someone, let alone, fight for their right to dream. Life is still difficult on the darker slums where electricity is a luxury. Mumbai is approaching its threshold level of human inhabitation and the cost of aspirations is heavily on due. Amid this, if one stands on a stranded platform, and look around to find a unique subtlety of homogeneity, then that one is surely breathing!

Bandra, for some, beams a blend of colonial essence, metropolitan charm, Christian heritage and modernity. But one of the biggest contributors to this melting pot is the ladies of this town. They were always different, no doubt why British navy cadets found them enticing. These blue-eyed boys' entire holiday used to be spent on approaching and propositioning or plain sight-seeing. Some even went on to never miss the damsels back home! This has nothing to assert that Bandra is a Greek city or aught but it has something else to unfold. This town has always created something new or kept something old as it is. If the stones and walls are worth studying then the women of this town are worth admiring for their gusto uprightness and bubbly zest. They always had this unique way of displaying nonchalance at the most testing time. To an outsider, they always seemed unattached to the ethos of general perception of Indian women who generally show raw emotions with easiest guile. Apparently, some yonder ago, some of these ladies were perceived as imitators of 'memsahibs'! But then, every nuance of admiration was persecuted and slowly we saw Mumbai assimilate every chapter into a grand opus.

These women alighting from trains are teachers, lawyers, designers, secretaries and some housemakers cum officer-goers. The face they carry may not bear the actual flawless grace of colonial era but then this city of ours can wipe any line out and draw any line in, yet their audacity to be so enchanting can't be overlooked. And if peered closer, then you may not miss that smirk which tells how proud they are, to be a part of this happening town and would give up anywhere to stay in here. Moreover, we can easily get the family branch of a matriarchal society quite easily due to the families' reluctance to shift somewhere else.

These women do gossip like anyone else, they too feel the pain of traveling and they too cry in front of TV soaps yet they are different, kind of edgy when it comes to civility. They are the answer to Mumbai's call for absolute metropolis. We will be numb minded enough to ask the 'others' to put up a similar demeanor. That won't happen and even if it does, it would be nothing short of failed trial. Some may find this argument haughty but any other girl or lady, if comes out and try her best, whatever, she'll surely stand corrected. No wonder, why all the people think that even an office going lady might be rich at banks!

As realty booms here, so are the working women's purse and they surely know where to head for a good buy. Be it an estate or a simple garment, they'll do it with utmost refinement. Money doesn't raise a question of choice and they do get the best stuff, be it in a designer showroom or on Band Stand. They don't need their boyfriends or hubbies to accompany them, but then which girl wants to be disturbed. They are no fool with money and that shows in their investment in stocks and how they are actively covering market stats. Life is great, though earned to be that great but if holiday is a perk then Bandra 'naris' know how to harvest it and no way, are they going to spend it watching stupid TV shows or DVDs. Time is to head for relaxing spas and more reinvigorating Botox clubs!

Some may argue that all kitties are the same when it comes to luxury, unrestricted but Bandra ladies have a unique way to do it and they won't be sharing it on a cheap chat.

Now-a-days, the newer crops of small girls who are the genuine torch-bearers of their legendary task of novelty are mixing up with lost identities. That's inter-globalization, if that could be the term. They are quite aware of road side Romeos and they may not know how Bandra got to be the centre stage of exhibitive beauty and grace. These teens are metro in outlook and don't incline to any particular school of thoughts. Anyways, they are not having any cadets looking around the town, aboard on the naval bus. Some things are always appreciative in history and can't be re-distilled in presence but many can still concur to the fact that Bandra is what Bandra was.


Contributed by: Shakti Shetty, Sanpada, Navi Mumbai, India.