Sui Generis

Adieu-Once Again

2008-11-15T13:25:00.000+05:30

Don't look back in anger,
Don't look back in hope,
Don't look back in fear,
Don't look back in angst.

The time has come,
to take the step forward,
My dear...
The time has come
to bid adieu...once again.

Pocketful of memories,
bunch of laughter,
that’s all I have to give.
When the time has come
to bid adieu...once again.

I say
A beautiful beginning
is awaiting...
A new adventure
to take upon...
So as I say these,
the time has come
to bid adieu...once again.

Those Corporate Monkeys

2007-10-05T12:53:00.000+05:30

Am I the only one
or are there others
sharing the angst
against those monkeys

Those Corporate Monkeys!

Anger, hatred, grief,
are
filling up the senses.

I hate!
I pity!
their mere existence...

They are the Scaramouche'
They are the corporate monkeys!

The passion is gone
The attachment is gone
The satisfaction is gone

Who is to be blamed
Is it us???
or those monkeys???

Those Corporate Monkeys!

Cast Away

2007-07-13T15:16:00.000+05:30

As I sit, my thoughts
carry to me to a place
Then comes before me
a rough sketch,
a human face.

Someone well-known
I see a gloominess;
a radiance is seen
that shines up the face;
I recognise,
its you and only you.

Why it happens to one?
All is past now
You are not here,
but your memories are with me
Like a treasure,
I care it.

All those moments,
we shared
Is for me an epical movie.

Crave to be with you
Your smile, your speech,
brightens up my life.

Day came you asked
Is it me or my life?
I said my life
Like clouds you went away...
But my dear
Were not you my life?

All the promise made
lie like a colossal wreck.
Like a broken glass on floor
that pierces the soul.
Echoes heard as in valley
Listen, Listen, Listen.

The pangs of suffering,
cries of the heart,
pierces the ear drums.
The sound as the sounds of
thousand howling hyenas.
Tearing the silence
of solitude.

With the fury of hurricane
comes upon life;
Showering its fury
with all its might.
Leaving everything shattered...

All that is left
is a lifeless soul.

A Girl I Met

2007-04-26T13:20:00.000+05:30

A girl I met
With a twinkle in her eye.
A girl who
Craved for freedom.

As I see her
I feel thousand
Fables as if untold.

A search has begun.
Mind is not at peace
Questions to be answered.

A lot to talk
But no one around.
A queer girl
With a great smile

That pleases me as I see her.

Borders to be crossed
Lands to be conquered.

A solitary girl
With a quest to begin.

Life is tough
But not harsh.
All with a smile
You can win.

Too close but too far
That’s what I feel

Lot to say
But voices unheard.
But I thank you god
For such a lovely gift.

A girl I met
With a twinkle in her eye.

Note: From my old books...

Bidding Adieu

2007-03-23T18:28:00.000+05:30

No more reasons
No more arguments
No more requests

The time has come
to bid adieu

No strings attached
No feelings left
No guilt associated

The time has come
to bid adieu

Tearing apart
Piercing the moment
the truth is on the face

The time has come
to bid adieu

Like a free bird
chasing the dream
leaving behind a legacy

The time has come
to bid adieu

Wandering Soul

2007-03-23T18:27:00.000+05:30

At the crossroads of life
with thoughts in my mind
i wander....i wander

Questions linger
Voices as if heard from vacuum
Hollow and shallow
and i wander .....i wander

In the distant
there i see you
Fading into eternity
and i wander...i wander

With memories in mind
cherishing every moment
recharging my sap
and i wander.....i wander

The touch of your hand,
gives me solace
the warmth calms me down
still i wander.....i wander

Truth at times
stranger than fiction.
strikes the blow
so hard so hard

Still i wander .... i wander
in my quest
to find the stairway to heaven.

Question???

2007-03-23T18:24:00.000+05:30

Memories and moments
wish could be relived
Alas! its just a wish

Clinging to it
i lead my life ahead
Alas! we are mere mortals

As i see you
erupts a unique ardor in me
tenders into me a renewed zest

Why is it so?
Questions...Contemplation...Retrospection
leaves me clueless and wondering

Is this the beginning of new epoch
or is it the gable end
And i question....

Confessions to make
confidence to be gained
And still i question

The touch
The feel
The warmth
And still i question

Alas! Reality has its own say
Fate has something else in store
And still i question

The scramble
The wrangle
Mind and heart yet to sync
To end this eternal quest

Survival

2006-03-02T19:05:00.000+05:30

Aspire for the star
you will get up to sky.

Zest to survive
is key to success.

In this golden cage,
feel like a bird
tied with shackles.

Bondages are to be broken...
Every lock has its own key.
But you are the one,
who has to find it.

Life is beautiful.
Its taste depends
on how you savour it.

Never say die
as it is a wild world outside.

Rise my soul
Rise my soul
Conquest to make;
The destination is ahead.

You are the key
Master of your life
life is indeed wonderful...

This World

2006-03-02T17:20:00.000+05:30

At the crossroads
of life,
I feel the presence
of a coming hurricane
I feel the chill
running through the spine.

Bit by bit
narrowing the gap.
It is haunting me...
No past, no present
and no future!
What a life is this?

All that will be left
is chaos and sadness.
Oh! God help us.
Oh! God help us.
Give the power to survive...

Spring

2005-09-22T21:08:00.000+05:30

Deep in heart
rises a spring,
flows down the soul
the spring of love.

Blooms out the flowers
comes out the creepers
with golden curls
Air full of fragrance
makes one happy and gay

The water which
purifies the soul.
An aesthetic pleasure,
gives a feeling of joy.

Heart that leaps
knew no bounds,
and in a world;
No miseries, no worries
only the light of happiness.

Comes into vision
a image,
disturbs the sleep;
changes the whole
course of life.

Admiration for life,
longing to live,
charges the soul,
such is the power of love

The source of energy;
The imaginatin of poet;
The art of actor;
The care of mother nature.

A perfect world
on the seventh heaven.
a beautiful garden
nourished by this spring.

Deep in heart
rises a spring,
flows down to soul
the spring of love.

Life and Love

2005-09-22T21:02:00.000+05:30

From the mind
from the heart, comes out the
words that weep, tears that speak.

Can feel the pain,
me think, why is this pain?
Suffer soul suffer;
suffering leads to atonement.

A single goal
the final destination
The supreme power
the source of life
The creator, the destroyer,
the one.

Up in the sky
there is a guiding star,
leading the wandering soul.
Giving solace and pacification
to the untamed heart.

In to a new world
takes one on the
wings of imagination.

From the mind,
from the heart,
comes out the
words that weep,
tears that speak.

Friends

2005-09-17T16:04:00.001+05:30

Giggles and cheers
echo in air
The air fills up
with life

A fragrance of friendship.

Life full of zest
a spring of energy;
sprouts new buds
new dreams, new ambitions.

Forget the past
Forget the future
Live in the present.

The moments that
cherish the whole life time.
The images of jovial atmosphere.

All those moments
the laughter, the jokes, the mimics.
Real life blooms
in this seventh heaven.

Giggles and cheers
echoes in the air

Mind and Quest

2005-09-17T15:56:00.000+05:30

My mind at a wink
takes me to paradise
My mind at a wink
brings me back to earth
Raises questions like
colossal pillars

I ask why I am here?
who am I?
what is my purpose?
I ask why i am human?

Clueless, answerless
wander here and there.
As I think, i feel as if
I am ignorant

It becomes dark as space

No ray of light,
searching the true-self.
Mind not at rest
with a question I move on.

Hope for the truth!
No fear in heart
know now that the quest has begun.

Mind and heart
like a wild eagle.
It is the only thing
I depend on.

Goes at a speed
faster than light
Crosses distances faster than
any means.

i pray to thee, to give
me pious thoughts.
show the traveller,
show the wanderer,
the path that leads to salvation.
i pray to thee...

Its raining

2005-09-17T15:51:00.000+05:30

There I see
the clouds swelling up;
The sun hides away
into to the dark sky.

Here comes the rain
down to earth;
Big droplets of water
clearing of the dust
from trees and plants.

Back comes the life
of plants.
Beauty sparkles and
fills the air with fragrance.
A reason for new life
the greatest gift of God.

Here comes the rain
down to earth.

I wish I could

2005-09-17T15:49:00.000+05:30

Like a bird,
I wish I could fly
in the open sky.

Like a fish,
I wish i could dive
in ocean and sea.

But Alas! I am a man;
All could do is just survive
in this world of mine.

Reason

2005-09-17T15:48:00.000+05:30

A little hustle and bustle
makes me feel tickle;

I don’t know why there is
such a great treble;

All the men look so feeble
yet some of them are humble;

Some cause some trouble
some make some puzzle;

All this is there because
of this hustle and bustle.

Shackled Lives

2005-02-05T14:56:00.000+05:30

Surrounded by mammoth walls and a small doorway within a high gate, a police check post guards one of the largest jails in Mumbai: The Arthur Road Jail, also called the Mumbai Central Prison. In recent times the jail has come under public scrutiny for the inhuman conditions under which the prisoners are housed there.

Established in 1925, it has housed a number of high profile criminals including, in recent times, Dawood’s brother, Iqbal Kaskar and his aide Ejaz Pathan and men from the Chhota Rajan’s gang. This jail is now more than bursting to capacity with inmates. Initially built to accommodate 900, the jail presently houses about 3,500 inmates. ‘Amnesty International’ has received numerous reports of ill treatment of prisoners. According to these reports, guards have reportedly beaten and tortured inmates at the jail, and threatened reprisals if they complain to the authorities. The reports cite an incident that occurred on 19 June, 2000 when two of the inmates in an overcrowded cell apparently started fighting. Some of the prison officials reportedly attacked the prisoners in the cell indiscriminately with razors and wooden poles (lathis). There were 180 inmates in the cell, designed to hold 50. Some 40 inmates were injured, three suffering broken bones.

Overcrowding in the cells is another common complaint. T. A. Dokay, a constable at this jail says, “3,500 se 4,000 hazaar kaidi honge yaha par” [Around 3,500 to 4,000 inmates are there here]. He adds that no special facilities are provided for recreation. They are not allowed to play cards in the cell, but they can read books and write. They also have prayers in the morning and a person who guides them, popularly called ‘Guruji’. Most of the toilets and bathrooms have no doors. Inadequate food supplies and a strong ‘hafta’ system add to the woes of the prisoners, another insider pointed out.

For the ‘common’ accused, detention in Arthur Road is a nightmare. Inmates are provided meals twice a day, which typically consist of a single vegetable, chapattis and a bowl of rice. Ramzan Ali, whose nephew Mohammed Nazir has been in jail since three months says, “Chori ke ilzam mein fasa diya hai usko. Arre kya kahu uske ke bare mein. Haddiyo ka dhancha ban gaya hai woh. Agar pani hai to khana nahi aur agar khana hai to pani nahi hai” [He has been framed in a theft case. What shall I say? He has become a bag of bones. If there is water then there is no food and vice versa].

On my visit to the jail, I found some ‘dabbas’ lying in one corner; out of curiosity I asked about them. I came to know that they were for the convicts in the high security cell. I wonder how the convicts in the high security cell clandestinely manage to order ‘dabbas’ to supplement the food provided in the jail?