Henna

Time trumpeting a war

written in blood the days,

nights.

Comrades falling, lost

meant they to charity,

life.

The terror rider it who be

the invader cried death,

sacrifice.

Of blood to please monster

the tale of old and ancient,

sacrifice.

The bride stares at the door

still moving back and fro,

in sight.

keep your hands adorned

with the henna of my name,

my life.

Cry not my love just wait

for me, the duty calls and

she smiled.

Echo his footsteps, fragrance

scents air, Sees him donning

gear, still eyes.

Melody of my return it is

just come to the door when

the bell chimes.

Runs to the melody

and the henna Touches,

beloved died.

He left his new bride

just married yesterday,

behind.

This poem was written as a tribute to fallen soldiers and families who make sacrifices to protect their countries. Henna signifies the colour of those sacrifices.

People who do not know what Henna/Mehndi is, this is a tattoo paste used by women to beautify their hands.

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Thorny

Some people are just negative. They have a negative psyche, negative perception, and negative vibes like those thorns on a Lemon plant. You grab the plant and they hurt you. There are two types of negative personalities.

The first category belongs to those who hate everyone. Sometimes, hating everyone is a hobby or a protective gear. A defense. People with such personalities typically have a bitter and harsh tone. But it is not a universal truth.

Because some people get softer, mild and calm. They become the best listeners and talkers, what we call interpersonal skills. People want to be in their company, keep talking to them and remain in the presence of their gentle aura.

There are subcategories of negative legends. First-who has universe sized ego that possesses space over further beyond on all sides. They are always right and can do nothing wrong in this lifetime. Second- those who randomly select and target a punching bag and, hate it with passion. They practice the artillery skills on it just to sate their inferiority complexes, jealousies, manias, phobias and, the mean streak. To everyone else, they are brighter than the sun and sweeter than white sugar. People who use cane sugar know, white sugar is sweeter and less healthy.

This is their mad side of split personality. The dark side. In daily life, they will be good, smart, passionate, creative and, sweet individuals. If you ask them, why they behave like this to a particular person, their simple answer will blow your mind away. “The punching bag is the bad one. They are provocative and make me hate them. They ask for this. They deserve this. If they had not done this, I would not have behaved like this. Do not ask me, ask them to mend their ways. Punching bag chose to be a punching bag.”

They put the blame on their victim for hate and jealousy. Generally, the order of things is reverse. First comes jealousy and then, hate. They will hate anything and everything about the victim because they have developed a side corner separate neuron for them. “This person is bad.”

The reality is, they are like predators waiting to pounce on their prey. When they have adopted this mindset and cemented it in their thought process, nothing the victim will do change their mind about them. And, everything, even a random loud step or a higher-pitched voice will be taken in the negative light. This is a maze of assumptions and perceptions. (Muslims are forbidden to assume and presume).

Even a thing done sweetly, sympathetically, empathetically, with love and care will be taken in a negative context. They will be writing a letter to the victim and their hand will wish to write, “sincerely…with hatred and contempt”. It is their choice, wish and addiction to hate a particular person. It gives them crunchy and Demerara eating pleasure like their favourite candy slowly melting on the tongue or the scent of coffee savoured by a coffee lover or the first bite of cake enjoyed by taste buds and, an outlet to release their negativity in secret. And, they want to keep doing it. Because if they change their mind, they will have to accept the wrong within their frame that they are not always right.

Here, I am challenging that negativity breeds negativity.

Newton’s third law of action and reaction is not always true in the emotional world. It is just for the subject he petitioned for.

If you know such a person and cannot figure out the cause of their negative attitude and actions towards you (in case, you have not done anything wrong), if they have created imaginary wrongdoing of yours, then the fault is not yours but theirs. Help yourself by leaving them alone. Because these individuals have an albatross around their necks. Mind conditioning maybe takes one moment but changing it is impossible, mostly.

Do not let yourself get caught in the trap of annoyance, crafty behaviour, swearing, cursing, hate, abusive attitude, bullying and smashing others if not with hands then words. It is a no go area like drug addiction. A swamp.

It could be a spur of moment, a justified retaliation or a day of anger but let it remain that. Move on!

The swamp not only destroys others but you. You are the first victim! But the fundamental question is. ‘do you have any right to destroy others?’

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Blackhole

Cannot decide on the tragedy

Which is the biggest

It is when people leave

Or I desert myself

The persistence that drove killed

Or the gaps not filled

It is a dreary space, the black hole

The stop time made me put

Determination that drove

I kept lurking in the dark

Or when the light betrayed and

Made me known

Am I the enemy of me?

Facing the fear of depletion

On the verge

Falling like autumn leaves

Bursting into many shades

Cannot decide on the tragedy

Which is the biggest. 

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Resilience

Rejection stands aface

resilience comes afore

Defies the surrender

It is okay

I keep moving

and always find my way

I am running water

I break stones

I seep through floors

and still keep flowing

It is merely your loss.

Running water is an apt word that combines it all, survival, resistance and, resilience. Is not rejection a universal word without boundaries? It is Human! Human is made up of resilience after the blood. It is in the bones to survive.

What is a pandemic? Start tapping the map and the outcome will show that homelessness is a pandemic like CORONA. Do these people after losing homes kill themselves? No.

Hurricanes and droughts, floods and hunger, famines and locusts, and blood sucking wars. Broken relationships. Tortured minds.

We pray for the victims of raging fires in Turkey and Greece.

We pray for the beseeching people of Africa dying in civil wars.

We pray for the Nature suffering at the hands of humans.

We pray for the broken hearts.

We pray for the victims of cruelty.

We pray for the peace.

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Homage to Nature

I wonder if you have heard what I hear, what it says to me. That call of the same old wrinkly nature- the whispers and sighs, buzzing and echoes, ‘o homo sapiens! Learn from me, learn from me’.

The whisper of the breeze and perfume of jasmine wandering under the moon and stars in the kingdom of night. Where there is the calling of night bird and, crickets chirp. I keep wallowing in nostalgia when I lie down to sleep.

Ah that wonderful childhood.

And I think, I want to retract to being a three years old again and quite frankly, it is that I want to be born again. But times have changed as the time itself is the witness of that change. So even if I get my most asked for wish and a stork leaves a gift wrapped basket on my mother’s doorstep containing a newly born sucking her thumb, do you think everything would be the same as it was in my precious childhood, no! 

Thousands of desires, each worth dying for…

Many of them I have realized…yet I yearn for more…

(Ghalib)

Such a beautiful world we live in. May it be the small wonder like a dew drop, the flaming miracle like the sun or the muddy one, human…such textures, colours and perfumes, they just take my breath away.

Each and everything in this world is created for a purpose. I read a saying in one of my childhood books that nothing in this world is useless and, it continues to prove true and true as I advance in my age.

I have so much to share and every memory is priceless. One particular bit, there was the love of my childhood, the mulberry tree in our yard. Have you seen a hundred years old mulberry tree laden with fruit, a sight to behold! the fruit so delicious that my mouth is watering on seeing it again in my mind’s eye. In summer, it was the only shade someone could find in the yard and the afternoons, we would enjoy a siesta under it and let me tell you! I never slept better in my whole life. I remember learning months’ names under it, playing under it round and round while it was standing there bound, providing us with comfort. Yes, we had to water it, to keep it in a good condition but what it was taking was less than what it was giving us. We had to move on and leave it behind. The last I heard, it had been cut because they wanted to expand the football ground. 

Nature cocoons us but we wreck it. Reject it while it is here for us to enjoy. You do not bully the weaker but protect and nurture them and, learn to live with the stronger. You don’t burn them, cut and abuse them, rather learn to love and cherish them.

Nature is like our beloved partner. I could not find a better teacher than that same old wrinkly nature. I learnt to be more curious than cautious, how to love, the passion, generosity, kindness and the equation of “give and take”, the time to cease even if you want to have your way. It makes you wise. People accuse me of having an antique soul but isn’t it the reality of a human being that he is indeed antique.

We have forgotten the rule of reconciliation in the equation of “give and take” in this world. If this suicidal behaviour of oppression does not alter, we might one day become few and scarce like those extinct and endangered species.

Why do we have to disrupt and destroy nature to feel satisfaction and ultimate success? A yacht will not stop a tsunami, materialism doesn’t equalise a safe future. Let our children play with nature. Nourish a bud of passion to flower. They will grow up in tune with it, learning to protect it and have a sustainable future, we so want for them. 

Nature

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Silver Jubilee

(My father’s favourite)


This is all courtesy of my lips and all the copyrights
All the beguiling mystery and wonder some might
The curve and stretch, the lines and grooves
And hidden white shells, secret of twitch-in the lips.


The day I married you, my luck was having a break
Tissues in the pockets and snowflakes in the washer
Socks on the floor and snoring in the night
When mother has a heart to heart with my father.


The portray, of his face of keen concentration
Of the deep wonder, intelligent conversation
Like opera in the setting and, she work of the art
Or a scholar’s spiel, the scientific demonstration.


The words of adoration keep flying from her lips
Bullets, arrows, stones and the bricks
The firm plant of his feet, spectacled narrowed eyes
The calm persona and senses on the mute.


The brain in cricket mode and dwelling on the score
And thinking on the speech of political nomination
The job gone wrong and the sleep to come
And goes on scene with her protestation.


A silent passer-by, my eyes on the book
Ears on the play and lips on the move
Her back to my front, I face the prosecuted
Besparkled eyes! Secret of twitch-in the lips.


Left the tomato, the onion and bell peppers
Vitamin C epitome, the dome of the health
All but devoured the Solanum tuberosum
Kingdom of plantae, phylum Spermatophyta.


The cause of belly fat, you have to keep it flat
Discard tu cabbage and hate the green peas
Abstaining thyself, what thou tell thy patients?
Suicide and self-destruction, è la grande tragedia!


His speed too fast, for her satisfaction
Chewing times thirty two, small bites verdict
You child in the guise and autumn of the life
To merry go round with grand generation.


Addiction of laddu, amorous to any confection
The future diabetes and beautiful hypertension
Afraid of green chillies, aversion to pulses
Too long tea bag in the cup, to her frustration.


A silent table mate, my eyes on the plate
Ears on the play and lips on the move
Her seat to my right, I face the prosecuted
Besparkled eyes, secret of twitch-in the lips.

The day I married you, prediction of thunder
You were that black cloud, big flood to come
To groom your stupid’s self with all my might
Sweat a fool’s paradise, now you are dumber.

A belle on the toes, a Tansen in the court
Pirouetting, blending, meeting, ensoul
Like she the Mona Lisa on the backwards bend
Danse du ventre and he the enslaved artisan.

The look on his face of unspoken rapture
Gifted world the off springs exactly like you
Wails her en route, I am the wicked witch
Mere blob you, think they the perfect father.

Countenance resignation, martyr bearing
Eyes on the queen, his infinite patience
Her the Judge, jury and executioner
Him the ultimate error, utter devastation.


Rear view mirror, alters to microscope
In depth foraged future, scavenged biography
Ashes of two decades and five years
You are exactly like your father, her exclamation.

A silent front passenger, his eyes on the mirror
Ears on the play and lips on the move
Besparkled eyes! He faces the prosecuted
Inner merriment, Secret of twitch in his lips.

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P.s. dedicated to all old married couples…I laughed whole time writing this. It may make laugh you too…My father loved it! These are just quarrels of love.

This one was just for my personal amusement but I am sharing it.

Tea or Coffee

A vote can decide the victor!

What would you like to have in the beautiful evening of a magical mountain valley; Tea or Coffee?

Drowning, not in the shame or sea, just in the morning peace and enjoying my beloved tea, an inspiration drove me to get up and grab my mobile. To my dismay, I had forgotten to turn on the power (it has happened to you as well, right?). It was in the process of performing his own (I think, mobile is living, and a male…my brain works in mysterious ways, I know) last rites.

I hurriedly did the right thing, turned on the oxygen, and it survived. Thank you Allah ta’ala g! After showing quick gratitude, I started doing what made me stand up in the first place.

Tea or Coffee?

I am not going to go back in time and start delving into their respective father and mother.

A vote can decide!

We can have a free, transparent, and fair election right here.

It is a tie between both, I think. Some people have a preference, and some are in love with one of them. Others can take both because it does not hurt them to do so. Lucky they.

My vote is for both;

Tea: 1 Coffee: 1

What do you say?

Vote for your love. They need your much-needed support.

Thank you.

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Sequel

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I am a lucky one. Now people curious as to why I am calling myself the lucky one may need to read “First Rain” to comprehend the matter.

The one who has created me and these clouds – them even carrying so much water, do not come falling down with the weight – made me come, sit on my chair and ordered them to open the taps just then.

You may wonder, how do I know it is the second rain. The muddy tracks my shoes left on the white tiled floor yesterday, mud deposits here and there, the mud relaxing after the yesterday’s hustle and travel with rain-water. Like the floor has not seen the face of water in days. It is the testimony of my belief.

I had come attracted by the billowing curtain and sat on my favourite spot, some smallest thing came flying in my peripheral vision. My left eye captured the movement and tried to ascertain its reality. A drop fell on my arm and other, got absorbed in my shirt. My brain uttered with joy, well it is raining again!

I got up to move inside but came back again. Determined to sit what come may while a sparrow twitters on the rooftop grill, and an ant is doing a reverse gear as a drop fell on it. To and fro, break-dancing, to dodge the falling rain-drops.

The sparrow seems like twittering its joy and announcing it to her tribe or asking them to find a dry place; maybe both. It is strange to think of this sound as beautiful. Noise in the past but now, a soothing twitter. How does our brain work: same thing but different conclusion!

My eyes fell on the same plant occupying an honourable space in my garden- the green leaves harbouring tiny bite marks. These Twittering creatures made a meal out of it, pruning them to their will. They have redesigned the shapes of green leaves with their beaks. We have a sharing relationship without knowing each other.

But look, what I planned and what the Creator planned. Out of dense Clouds, peaking is the sun. Opening the window a bit. A yellow sphere within blackish white sky. Ideal skyscape to an inherent painter. Laughing at me with bright yellow teeth. Adding a pinch of sunlight to the scene.

Good for the ant. Maybe, this time her prayer got answered. I am running towards shade to avoid the pinch. Resilience comes naturally to us homo sapiens. I cannot enjoy the rain but balmy air is still here. Determination is my forte, may the weather be sunny, stormy or in-between.

Sun has won the battle with clouds and declared the victory with full force. As I am contemplating my ruined plan. The newsfeed flashed; twenty homes disappeared in the watery grave due to cloudburst.

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First Rain

First rain-original sound

So, monsoon with “mitti ki soondhi khushbu” and accompanying relief from the blazing summer sun is here. At last! Masha’Allah.

Today, our day started with rainy clouds and the blessed sound of rain. What a morning! Who else knows, how does it feel to sit under the vast blue sky turned dark with the impending rain and, to be the lucky one who gets to enjoy the first drops of this blessing!

The sight to the eyes and feel to the senses is so profound… delicious. Like I am drinking the rain. Falling drops on the ground and seeing them, drawing circles within circles; some small and others bigger, is quite a therapy.

Mind is filled to the brim with the sound of rain. There is no other thought to be found. Except the brain is reading and recording the event; green of the plants looks greener, wet leaves, wet branches, bubbles on the ground- floating, apparent drops on leaves-a testimony of the relief to the parched throats and nerves, drops stuck within tiny compartments of net belonging to the iron door- slipping downwards taking their time till they slither to the ground and meet fallen drops, moving curtain-not shy to enjoy the rhythm of fresh and cool air, one slipper courting muddy water, tea-cup post tea enjoyment from the previous night left on plastic table-now carrying rain-water, my now wet chair sitting under the open sky-crystals stuck to arms and each one reflecting the same scenery, clay pots exhibiting a soothing darker orange brown colour, neighbor’s coming outside in a hurry to witness the first rain awoken from a deep slumber-not a morning person in daily life and me.

Me, inhaling the scene. This rain is my prayer answered. A soul cleanser.

It is the time to pray. For Muslims, it is an opportunity to pray, traditionally. The prayer is said to be answered. But anybody can pray.

For some people, rain is a moment of depression. But it is about choices, my epiphany. The time can be whatever we opt it to be; depression or relief. This is for those who are privileged enough to have choices. Who choose to be ungrateful for blessings, they have.

Rain is a difficult time for a fraction of society. Heat is a complication too. These are the people who have the bulk of reasons to complaint. Homeless and in pain. Some with dripping roofs. Some without even a resting mat. But I have found them with smiling lips, laughing faces, kinder words, gentle orientation, lively disposition, and humble carriage.

Maybe problem is not the real problem but our impatience and ungratefulness. Or our input to the world is flawed. The psyche. There are issues we need to resolve within our basic frame. To live, not just bear the life.

The rain stopped and, has started again. A new beginning!

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Tough talk

You know, time is precious. In terms of business people talking, time is money. For me, time is learning. We all have heard the phrase, “sands of time”.

There are two most precious things in this world, in my humble but confident opinion; time and Innocence. Of course there are others. Well, innocence is the matter we will have a discourse on some other day.

Today, I find the time to be on my agenda. Now, there are serial time wasters because they can do it. Well their time, their will. And, there are those who have anxiety and depression issues.

The point; I have seen people sitting there in depression, crying over their ruined life and just crying. And, all time spending on their chosen social media medium, just scrolling and scrolling.

Seeing other people’s lives and discussing, what that celebrity is doing or simply going over random videos. Laughing, good.

But lounging all day and laughing… getting even more depressed.

“Look, how happy they are…sigh”

“Look, how successful they are…sigh”

“Look, my life is ruined…”

Watching some more videos and wasting precious time SOME MORE!

Level of depression is higher…

Sighing continues…

The day is gone.

Then, the night comes with its sweet tang of sleep…but the scrolling is consistent.

Sighing continues…

The night is gone.

The morning star shines, and scrolling is over.

It’s time to SLEEP!

I met a CKD patient who has hydronephrosis. The day her condition got diagnosed, she became even more determined to live each day as it comes and enjoy her remaining time on this earth.

She knows, the death is coming…She is dying a bit, slowly and painfully, every day. But she is determined to not get depressed.

If we look around, there are many such examples.

Do something for yourself… wasting time and illegal means, are a perfect way to destroy oneself.

Diamond cuts diamond but doing more depressing things does not cure depression.

When you have nothing else to do, do good. Do something good for others. Be useful. Helpful.

Spend time with yourself. Some time that is just yours. Anyway you like that is not injurious to you. Cut the world off. It cures depression.

Yes, entertainment is extremely important. But it is just a part of life, not life itself. Other people can just console you, they cannot live your life for you. You have to do it!

I feel like an old aunt writing this but what else to do, watching the misery of people.

Influence should be helpful, neither painful nor destructive.

Choose your influence. Carefully.

Stop doing what is wrong and keep the good in your person.

It is okay…it will be okay.

Breathe in, breathe out…

Smile more…laugh some more.

I am doing it. You should try to try too.

Saying is easy but practicing is difficult. Yes, I know. But I am trying to practice it. I have my own story. My own trials. Nobody can help me if I do not help myself.

Now I understand the saying we all learnt in our childhood…

“God helps those, who help themselves.”

So, I do not look at the things those are not any concern of mine or a cause of depression. I know myself. Just block them! If you think, I am a bad influencer…

Block me!!!

Sometimes, We cannot run anywhere. Just stuck in a situation. Until the freedom is attained, channel your thoughts, train your mind to ignore the bad and pick up the good. Survive!

I know, starting over is difficult. Sometimes depression is so severe that all a person sees is blankness, painfully empty mind…’what do I do, How do I start over, Why I am alive, I am worthless, should I die, I should die’.

No, you should live. You deserve to live!

Live and utilise the time to get better.

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