Divine Love....

You and I locked in a gaze
Melting hearts and senses numb
It is a subliminal union
Magical spell unfurls.

Here in your arms I surrender
Caressed by your tender voice
Our tinkering sighs create
Profound music of love.

In the starry night, I lie awake
A sheer bliss until the daybreak
No lullabies can seduce me to sleep
I am now living My Eternal Dream.

The breeze prattles with ease
I cherish the golden peace
The souvenir of innocent love
Your pristine unsaid words.

Let there be an undying affection
Adoration will pave the desired direction
In the numerous gloomy cloudy days
Our love will spread light, I have faith.

I will breathe in the moment
This is Our chronicle of fondness.
To none will these memoirs I lend
Divine is our incessant envied happiness.
In this instant, I yearn to revivify & end.
My love, you are my strength.

TAARE ZAMEEN PAR-IT'S SPECIAL

Finally a movie that is not be tagged as a One-time watch.
TZP in short is a story encapsulating LIFE.
The Survival of the Fittest is the rule of the jungle.

Ishaan, a dyslexic child is unable to cope with the fast moving world. Living in his own world, his parents refuse to accept this mental deformity of their son. TZP is not a story of Ishaan but a depiction of state of mind of inhabitants of a society. We shy away from taking responsibility of failures.

Ishaan was a victim of the repressive education system that aims at killing all creativity.
The fittest who learn and cram are the only survivors. The movie makes us aware that there exists a world of lesser privileged. THOSE unlike us, who can never think of success, fame, money but their only worry is continued existence. Children who can never be support of their aged parents but would always remain a liability.

Ohh!!! We are all sympathies!!!
But how much do we care for them??
How is the society going to contribute to make their lives better??
As a society, how willing are we to nurture a plant which is already plagued??
We decide fates and tag others as failures even without knowing the cause of failure??

Far from wanting to identify the symptoms to reach a solution, we are weighed down by the Issue. We compare and distinguish tiny tots without the slight knowledge of their capabilities. Nature has gifted a peacock with colorful feathers and a nightingale with a sweet voice. Every child is exceptional. We do the mistake of measuring the intellect and capability of a blind with a wiz kid. The need of the hour is to spot the talent and not to harp upon the weak area. The system will cripple the spirit of childhood.

Taare Zameen Par talks about collective responsibility. Instead of our sympathies, let us be kind enough to lend a helping hand. A hand stretched not out of compulsion but out of choice. Let us respect nature’s decision of bestowing distinct abilities upon these little angels and facilitate in enhancing their future.

Subjecting these tiny tots with the burden of our expectations is worse than child labor.
Forte for each is different, let’s be human enough not to subject them to the tyranny of a cruel system. Taare Zameen Par puts forth the joy of childhood and the sheer spirit each child has that makes it special and so loved. Its beyond our right to put a price tag to each spirited angel.

LETS BE THE REASONS OF A CHILD’S SMILES NOT TEARS.

My views on SPIRITUALITY

WINNING OVER TEMPTATIONS

Temptations are magnetic
Mortals enticed by design
Too vulnerable, too feeble
Adams and Eves still alive.

I was the devil’s advocate
I fancied straying,
Eagerly waiting to fall
I still smirk when I recall.

A wanton want crippled me
Into a futile sham it turned
My modest ego recklessly stifled
But saved from eternal damnation.

The deafening shrieks and shouts
Tears and blood in bouts,
I witnessed the pain
I was the slayer and the slain.

I was the undisputed winner
Undoubtedly the loser too.
As I won, I lost what I desired
Alas! The desirable was worth losing to.

The irony, desire never died
The will to possess still alive
Chaos and utter mayhem
A battle for good that was won.

I tremble, fetch and mourn
My last wish-you to own
I fret, the loss was too dear
I wish myself to be seared.

For my soul to survive
My mortal desires ought to die
I will burn and dissolve
Waiting for devil’s call.

I am dead, I am alive
With tears and with smiles.
It is difficult to rejoice
When a part of you dies.

But stay and listen
The bellowing dead souls
The shrieks get louder
As dead desires, I invoke.

The congregation of dead soul tells
“Desires on you would eternally dwell
Win, tame and possess them: if you can
But never be the lost enticed soul in their clan.”

Temptations lure and cripple us
They chain their masters to slaves,
Masters traded to stimulate dead desires
Struggling to be unchained but in vain.

My fall was but to rise.
I will be free, I will see the open sky,
My dreams, aspirations and ambitions
Will paint and fill the sky.

I am unchained,I have tamed thee.

AN ELEGY

As a cherub, I saw light of the day
Tender hands & dazzling smiles
Those eyes I cannot forget
Alas! That touch I can no longer sense.

Those tapping fingers & infinite jingles
Lovable-adorable tone
To tempt me for an afternoon doze
Frantically I long for those moments.

The loss of someone so dear
Makes me one less a person
A presence that was omnipotent
Now an empty vacuum surrounds me.

Life lost in a blink
Life sealed as memory in ink
All I have is fond recollection
All smiles and tears abandon me now.

You saw me through as a toddler & a teen
All the spats & rows seem worth it now
As your jewel tinkers crimson-cherry
I miss the joy & bliss you would feel.

I pledge to value every passing second
I assure never to let my shine lessen and die
Till I cease to exist as a memory
You will live & breathe in my soul eternally.

Dadaji-May God Bless Your Soul.

FOR YOU-OUT OF LOVE

Out of love
Out of breath.
Rapt in admiration
Fluttering my faction.
Away from my being
Away from you.

I am sinking
I feel weak.
Clasp the string
Touch my wings.
No Icarus I wish to be
Mere desire to fly with thee.

Moments pass by
Love struck I lie.
Hiding from Cupid
Now gripped in his fist.
Not unaware of the fatal arrow
Nevertheless, cheerful in dusty gallows.

No wound hurts
No fear lurks.
Awaiting the crash in love
I know not where to steer.
Alas, love is blind
Look, all colors are alive.

Stares and glances
Stolen moments and missed chances.
Chronicled recollections of when we met
Sometimes a sigh of regret.
Flirtations and sweet temptations
Silent and unsaid charming declarations.

At last broken expectations
Sessions of lamentations.
All dreams of castles trampled
Rosy eyes in respite when dampened.
Reminiscing turns bitter
Sweet temptation turns to jitters.

Amid the ruins I flew
Lost and abandoned by you.
Grateful for the chances we missed
Alas, liberated now to follow my bliss.
In peace you will rest in my past
As I practice the insipid sumptuous repast.

Out of love
Out of breath.
Rapt in self-admiration
Fluttering my faction.
Closed to you
Closed closer to my being.

Thoughts on Movie DOR( Gul Panag, Ayesha Takia)

“Dor is a story about love, loss, friendship, hope and ultimately redemption.

Zeenat, an independent and self-assured young woman, lives in a Kashmiri village where she falls in love with Aamir, who she marries the day before he leaves to take up a job in Saudi Arabia. Far away in rural Rajasthan, Meera bids farewell to her new husband Shankar, who is also on his way to a job in the Middle East. Meera and Zeenat miss their husbands and get to talk to them occasionally on the phone.

The two sets of lives come collapsing down when a horrible piece of news reaches them. Shankar has been killed, and Aamir has been arrested on the charge of murder.

The truth comes out into the open and the two women have a confrontation. Meera feels betrayed, Zeenat helpless. How is the situation resolved? Does Zeenat succeed in her quest to save Aamir’s life? The film builds towards climax where these issues are resolved through a powerful and unexpected ending.”


This was an excerpt from a passage at the back of a DVD of Dor. Dor seems to be a flick made with a lot of soul. I feel it is a flick seen too late by me. The issues raised in Dor are neither unique nor universal. Dor exemplifies the existence of goodness and humanity in commonplace individuals. In the movie, life becomes a journey and destinations are mere milestones. There would be fellow travelers who can be angelic, devilish or indifferent in the course of our journey.

Like Zeenat and Meera, we would also face several mishaps in our journey wherein our faith and resolve would dwindle. These difficulties define our character and willpower. Meera a victim of social evils demonstrated that we have the power to make our own destinies no matter in how unjust and ill-fated circumstances we are. Her friendship with Zeenat gave her a fresh perspective into life and its importance. Dor literally means a long thread signifying an unobserved bond between every individual we stumble upon in our journey. Consciously or unconsciously, we do transform with every encounter we have with anyone during our existence. Meera and Zeenat could have very well made peace with the situation and felt helpless throughout their life. Nevertheless, they set out onto their journeys.

Zeenat’s sole aim was to get the forgiveness letter signed by Meera-Shankar’s widow. Zeenat was determined to find Meera somehow. Meera was literally untraceable except for by a photograph. Zeenat had set forth on a journey to save her husband and therefore finding Meera. The two women finally met after many efforts. Meera-a widow was living a miserable life of slaves. Her in-laws wanted to sell her off for petty monetary gains. Zeenat took Meera out of her exile and gave her a new perspective of life. In the course of their expedition, a lot of self-discovery takes place.

In each of us lies the strength and mettle to change the course of our lives. With all difficulties, we have a set of choices. It is our discretion whether we wish to be mere slaves of fate or desire to paint our lives taking full responsibility of our actions. Dor is a tale of self-discovery wherein every encounter becomes a learning experience for Zeenat and Meera. The movie exemplifies power of fortitude and wisdom. The essence being that our decisions and choices also give us the power to define the course of lives of people connected to us by birth, choice or fate.

Thoughts of free-will & freedom makes us selfish. We become ruthless and indifferent to our opposition. Meera and Zeenat were characters with strong orientation towards being self-reliant and self-directed. Meera became an angel when she decided to forgive Aamir who was partly responsible for her husband’s death. Meera’s response to this situation held the key for Zeenat’s happiness. Zeenat in turn made a resolve to save Meera from social evils. Our determination makes us the person we want to be. We can be as we wish to be. That divine strand-Dor is unseen and spins itself giving an opportunity to every mortal. That Dor was alternatively with Meera as well as Zeenat. We should have the might to listen to the Inner-voice and act on it without being selfish-blinded by our interests.

Each one has to manage several such Strands that silently affect many lives. Great visionaries manage to cope with the realization of such opportunities. In every stroke of luck, life and happiness, there is a Divine Intervention. DOR exhibits only one such situation which gives mere humans the power to pass divine judgments. An individual’s resolution can be a blessing and at times a curse. Let us start counting our blessings with humility and goodness.
DOR can be a story of any of us.
Lets pledge to give such stories a chance by being a good co-passenger in our journey.
We might have to be anyone from the Victim to The Benefiaciary to The Divine Intervener.
World is but a Stage...Keep Acting...........