Saturday, 18 August 2012

She Made Me Stood Still

Small eyes like a speck on a wall
Nose as thin as waist of a belly dancer
Her lips were as usual as red colour of a rose
And skin tone darker than any white
Her body was sleek though
And a dressing style charming
And she was all in whites
But, still there was something attractive
About her..her attire
I tried to notice her hair..may be they were long or bronze
Cant she stood facing me all the time

Me skin got bumpy
And let me remind you that I am a girl
So..i would want to know..
Know from where or what ?
 the lady radiates an aura
That is purer than a pearl
And greener  than any spring season

And then I went closer
Looked into her eyes
There laid a melancholy
Unseen or  seen but uncared..

My eyes blinked..and so they did many times
I felt as if time had dilated for a while
All I see was her..her eyes..
So small as if intentionally done 
to hide from common people
And unhide from lunatic observers

And then they started wrapping her in papers
And packing in brown cardboard boxes
And I stood still and quiet
Still Thinking hard to solve the riddle
Where..from where did the beauty emerge?
It was beautiful..i know..they say..
but ..what was it that all laid?

I felt cherishing her beauty one time
After all she was “my” creation
And then at another moment
I felt poisoned and betrayed
I filled life in her
And she..what did she do to me..
 made me still and stunned?

Its magical to admire your work sometimes
Because you know the flaws in them all the times
And still, you have to find  the beauty
Because you know somewhere it exists...
but… what , where and how much..
You just don’t know exactly…
Its exemplary to realise how ironical is the fact
The creator of beauty is the most ignorant person
About its aura, charm and effulgence
And most important about its “beauty”

Sunday, 12 August 2012

By loving and being loved

When you sent me to this earth
I was crying, weeping and screaming loud
My eyes were red, moist and swollen
And voice was choked by some spirit over

The angels then came and sat by my side
and started hugging me with affection wide
bidding a farewell to one of their child
oh! the child has a heart beating with pace such high
that it may burst with silent crys

"you told me about “being human”
and appreciated the genius minds of this universe
you showed me the beauty of green nature
and talked about the feasts enjoyed by humans
your angels carried me towards my “to be home”
and showed how protective a mother’s lap was
your messenger prepared a necklace of flowers
and earrings of shells near a beach cool and large
they decorated me into a beautiful attire
and mesmerised me with dimples of sparking smiles

but, what about soul ?
The apple will nourish my body.
But Where will the daemon go?
Where will it get its nourishment from?”

“dear! You haven’t  even started yet
 Still, You are thinking too much.
Look! you have already started developing human!
This! exactly..this is the magic of my creation
Go! Go with some flying colours.
Climb, dance, talk and most apart"

" soul...
if it was hungry, thirsty and incomplete
in a house of god and angels
imagine! what its plight gonna be
on a land of greedy and chahoho creatures
it will be assaulted, scratched and mercilessly sucked

"nourish..nourish it...nourish its every fibre and grain
give..give it..fathoms of energy..
and quanta of sunlight..
nourish..nourish it..and then you will apart."


"by loving and being loved”

author's note:
many poets, writers, philosophers and other great minds of this universe have talked about the existence of a soul or some power unseen and divine residing in this dark body made up of matter. often our (entire human race..) activities encroach us..directly or indirectly. here, we criticise or express our helplessness of the human nature. our allegations and complaints even target GOD sometimes. but, remember.."moh-maya" is enjoyed by body; and so, body itself repays for it. but, we can let the sacred flame of our soul burn by the very emotion GOD incorporated in EVERY human. that is, love. and this is not love of a man and a woman. but, divine love. you could love every human around yourself and cherish their being. i say, not human even. you could love any creature. i say, not creature even. one could love some thing non-living. and then, lets think about loving some thing non-existent. then, how divine will that be? and when you love, you are being loved.  
:with love~~isha jain~~