From Sharpened Nib Of My Mighty Quill…

Phhhhwwwwhat’s up everyone?

Good to see you all back here. Before I proceed, let me take a moment to wish you all a very happy new year. It’s almost the end of first month. Darn it! I know it’s quite late but pardon me when I say that I have been working on some new stuffs for this blog (along with other pretty amazing things) – Wait till the drum rolls the 2018 style!

It’s been a surreal month as some of my previous Januaries of past years – kickstarting the new year, meeting some new people, meeting my family and of-course lots of work on both professional and personal end. I’m sure you’ll feel this renewed enthusiasm in my upcoming contents.

For the streak must continue, today I have few poems for you guys. These have been written promptly written during the desperate breathing hours of my hectic work. Enjoy!

  1. The One With Words

Scratch, Scribble, Doodle,

Strike, Hash, Shade,

Let your pencil

Scroll on sheet;

Roll on its nib

As it oozes of its tip;

When you move it between your fingers

And put it back to life,

When you drag it through, in yonder,

With all your might to write,

It may put scars on perchy paper,

Inscribe tool that no weaponry can beat,

Don’t mess with so-called hopper,

For my words can emblaze you like shit.

  1. The One With Hidden Desires

How shallow is this ravenous self

That seek attention amidst the celebration;

Holding some secrets, keeping some mysteries,

Playful grin that reappears and stretches,

Reveals a story that’s best kept hidden

Within the comfort of your cushiony arms;

There it lie & pry,

On whatever remains of your shrinking heart.

  1. The One With Winter Feelings

Petrifying wind & freezing water,

Shivering lives and burning carter,

Smoking without cigarretes,

oozing without cuts,

Stammering without inhibitions,

Murmuring without buts;

Loosing your hold ,

On what once was bold;

Bowing before the fury,

seeking the saviour heat;

There lie thou helpless mankind,

Darn your pride which this cold shamelessly beat.

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Listen – Almost Onomatopoeia

If you simply close your eyes

And allow yourself to hear

All the sounds that are going around;

 

Listen to the words,

Listen to the talks,

Listen to the silence

And taps of lonely walk;

 

Listen to the birds,

Listen to the streams,

Listen to the sound of forming dreams;

 

Somewhere someone grins and laughs,

Somewhere someone cries and mourns,

Listen to those crackles,

Listen to those screams;

 

Listen to the buzz of lights,

Listen to the flickering of flames,

Listen to the melody of voice,

Listen these words of advice;

 

Listen to triumphant of being free,

Listen to the roar of celebration,

Listen to the plead of compulsion,

Listen to the force of commitment;

 

 

Listen to the joy of acceptance,

Listen to the pain of rejection,

Listen to the thud of falling down,

Listen to this surreal soaring dawn;

 

Listen to the burden of defeat,

Listen to the uproar of victory,

 

Listen my friend – o thou mighty knight!

All you have to do is listen and learn.

 

Feature image by https://ryky.deviantart.com/

Listening to –

Looking For The Silver Lining

Months came and months went by. Here I am, in front of my laptop, on the last day of another ending month hoping to utter out the reasons for the silence I’ve been holding within. Each rising day, I would wish to write about so many things I want to talk to you about but at the end of it when I’m finally in my room, my plans are pushed on the next day’s court.

In the end of this seemingly perpetual fight to drag myself through another uneventful day, I would be left to stare at the blank canvas that would scream to be written on. And once again I would ignore its plea for not the sufficient energy has left within me to replay the story in my head I want to write about, to recall my observations and my learning that I want to share, to unveil the parts of my heart that I want to showcase.

I feel like being comfortably numb. Few days ago I was informed of the training that I have to attend at a faraway place that would have given me my much needed break yet my inner self felt on a disagreement. Here’s a diary entry of mine that I think captures the essence –

The reason I don’t want to go some other place is because of this streak of mundanity that has set in my life. I’m bored. Not frustrated but bored. I have seen busier times. I’ve encountered my horrifically hasty self who didn’t even had the time to catch his breath.

Now I see myself being impervious to this daily ordeal. This buzzing entropy doesn’t seem to disturb my stability. I may act out of necessity but there is no wholesome involvement. And I feel I could channelize this boredom into something beautiful. A strength of creation forming within, which I lay unaware of.

If I disturb this equilibrium, I might loose my edge. A little nudge would set my momentum into a different direction. At this point, I just feel the propensity of this forming fire.

I’m sure it is just a phase and this too shall pass. I promise you it won’t be long before I gather the strength of my senses. I miss not being active on this community. I miss the wonderful dwellers of this blogosphere which I have grown along, over the years.

Till I come up with some consolidated contents to update this post with, here’s something I made a while back for you to enjoy –

 

Let’s Meet

Let’s meet

Neither your place nor mine;

Let it be unusual,

somewhere pristine;

Where the sun peeks through the window,

And moon shines through the night,

Where Totoro lives next door,

And Alice’s wonderland at the cross;

A willow tree spreads its branches at the peak

And leaves flutter in gentle breeze;

There’s an old hut lit in this silent night

With a flickering lantern, waving dimly bright;

Hurriedly jumping, there might be one rabbit or two,

There may wander other animals of the zoo;

Sometimes they gather around, when the king talks,

Believe me, they’re hopping & wading bunch of crazy folks;

Of course, this is just my speculation of someplace nice;

An animated utopian world, unpurchasable of humanly price;

Yet let’s meet – neither your place nor mine,

Some place unusual, somewhere pristine;

For I know few places quite similar to this

A beautiful arena, nothing short of pure bliss.

 

An Excerpt From The Letter

That I wrote for you. In hope that you would read it someday and ask for the rest. 

Because nothing beats the meaningful vagueness of a heart-felt letter.

…So I’m sitting in a cab. Pretty much numb. Silent. Unaffected by the annoying traffic noise or the AC that’s giving me chill even in the noon time. My parents are with me at the back. My brother is in front but none of us seems to have much to say.

Just two days ago I met my parents, after months. There were here for my convocation. and I’m leaving them so soon because day after tomorrow I have to report for my job training. I have my train in few hours and they have theirs tomorrow. This silence creates this subconscious ambiance for my thoughts to wander off.

Suddenly I remember to check some of my old stuffs in my old mobile. I have given it to my father now. It’s the same old phone that I had given to your friend once. While going through my files, I came across the song ‘Yun Hi‘ from the movie ‘Tanu Weds Manu‘. It’s still one of my favorites, you know. And it brought back some memories from my initial college days. Things that have meandered off in the memory lane just like many others.

Back in those days, I used to listen to this song a lot. I don’t know what about it that resonated but somewhere it struck the right chord. Probably the lyrics I think. I noted all the other songs from the list as well so that I could download them into my phone later. All those songs were there for a reason. They have been undemanding companion in different phases of my life.

So when I boarded my train and I had nothing else to do than just lie down and wait for the time to pass, I started listening to this song. Just few seconds in and I knew what it is that I was missing. Whenever I used to listen to this song, specially at late night in my silent dorm, I use to picture someone. Someone special, you know, whom I could attribute each of those words of the lyrics. I could never clearly picturize that person. It was always vague.

We don’t really see our imagination perfectly materializing, do we? But we come to associate it with something or someone that really comes close to that imagination. And when I was back in college yesterday, for the convocation, this thought crossed me for the umpteenth time – ‘what’s that still need to be done? Is there anything I’m leaving incomplete?’

At that very moment a picture popped up in my head. The picture of yours. Smiling. No I think it was smirking because you were always with your superior logic before my illogical prompts. Anyway so with the song and this lurking question occupying my thoughts, I could work out the connection quite conveniently.

There could be no one else whom I would dedicate those lyrics to than yourself. You have no idea what you meant to me and when I say this, I talk in a very positive sense. You have always been a huge motivation for me, knowingly or unknowingly. I never had a chance to really be with you, to know you more as a person but from the proximity that I was able to get to, you always stood as a subconscious pillar of eternal support.

May be it was the complimentary nature of our characters that drew me towards you. You are everything that I am not but I wished I had. In fact you are much more than that. And I needed it. So now that I look back and think what’s still left incomplete. It is to say – Thank you! Thanks a lot for being who you are. Thanks for being a significant part of my life which I embrace so dearly. For me, you’re just the perfect and I wish that you achieve whatever you strive for. Be the happiest. All the best…

My Delhi Travel Log

When you’re working in an organization, the repercussions of your actions are propagated throughout the company. You’re no longer an individual entity. #CorporateLearning

It was evening drenched in drizzle, about a month ago when I was travelling back from a rather tiring day at office that I came to know that I would be starting my field training in Delhi in next 2 days.

Now this single sentence sparks around hundred questions that I need to address to my regular blog readers but lets just keep it for my next post ‘Post-College Aftermath‘. My dormancy on this blogosphere would be better explained there but for now here’s what happened in Delhi.

Ticketing, packing & travelling done, I landed at the place slightly known to me through my sophomore year internship. I have been to Delhi before that as well – once in my childhood when, as I remember, I hated this place so much that I use to cry everyday to go back. It was an alien abode for me. Not so much now.

The transit flat that became our second home for the next 3 weeks was one of the nicest place I have ever stayed in, apart from of-course home and my beloved college. Not just the location & the ambiance but the caretakers there were some of the nicest people I have ever met. The treatment was not less than royal. Being acknowledged as the company officers and the perks that come with it were not something that I am accustomed to.

My cousin has been staying in Delhi for the past 10 years or so. The moment I reached my room, I called to let him know that I’m in Delhi. Unsurprisingly, he was quite surprised. Luckily he was not much far away from the place I was staying in – Saket (a place in South Delhi). I immediately texted him my address and he came over.

My cousin and I have a very nice bonding from ever since I remember because of the life ethics we share. Our catch-up meeting quickly turned into a funky rendezvous when he discovered my interest in video making. He is into performing bathroom-stage comic arts and I, on the other hand, am always in search for the subject for my next video.

Though it took me sometime to shed aside my hesitations and shoot anything outside of the courtyard, our chemistry kept the momentum going. Whenever we met on weekends, we made sure that atleast one WhatsApp story comes out of it. He was much more eager to be in the videos than I for one making them.

Fun continued and so did the work. Each day I would wake up to a delicious breakfast and a discussion over the transportation medium we should take to reach the destination. Though the destination kept on changing each day. Not to bore you with the technicalities of my work, I had numerous things to learn each day. From machinery to operation, planning, management and the trick of trade – it was learn-it-all in a nutshell.

Delhi houses so many diverse places to visit – from sought-after historical places to grandeur malls, from fun-filled amusement parks to big public libraries. One would never get bored with this bustling city (may be I should the permanent residents). Though my whole-day office certainly put a huge constraint over time and energy we preserved to wonder around, we did manage to explore couple of places.

Having accommodation in a posh area had its own perks. The sports complex and two gigantic malls nearby were the biggest saviors. Not to forget the marketplace on the other side where we could find food at affordable prices. Eating at mall’s food court often would have heavily loosen our pocket.