Just Another Headline

Incessant blabber, opinions dime a dozen
Millions more watch glued to the tube
Ah yes the new age makes it interactive
They say revolutions have taken shape through the networks

It ain't gonna change one says in his Saturday night stupor
We must do something says another
The others nod and quickly get back to their tipples
Well destinies of nations have been decided in elite drawing rooms

The show is over, so is the party
Each gets back to his life
Resilience they say, but we all know its not
The reality speaks through the lives of the millions

Someday its going to prick
Someday I will stand up for something
Someday will see the awakening of the collective conscience
Someday, yes someday, I tell myself

She gets up goes to work
Her reality has not changed
Oh yes, there are a million people talking about it
Talking about a revolution

Its a new day
Talk was cheap and memories short
Alone in her battle, she marches on
Fighting everyday not to become
Just another headline.

बादल (Clouds)

गुमनाम बिन पहचान फिरते रहते हैं ये
कैसे अनदेखे अनसुने से घिर आते हैं ये
उबाले समंदर के नहीं बनते है ये
बिन मौसम तो कम ही दिखतें हैं ये

मुरीदों की सौ सौ गुहार सुन
कभी चंद बूँदें तो कभी बौछार बरसा जातें हैं ये
ये बादल कभी सफ़ेद नर्म रुई से
तो कभी काले धुऐं की तरह छा जातें हैं
जाने कितनी उमीदों का बोझ ले कर चलते हैं ये

अब के सावन उम्मीद लिए एक बादल मेरा भी होगा
 सूरज की रोशन गर्मी को मध्धम करने का बल मुझ में भी होगा

कभी तेज़ चलने तो कभी रुख पलटने का दौर मेरा भी होगा
जम के बरसेंगे बादल जो अब तक नहीं थे गरजे
आसमान पे छाने का मज़ा कुछ और ही होगा

वक़्त के अम्बर  पे एक हमसफ़र मेरा भी होगा
अब के सावन उम्मीद लिए एक बादल मेरा भी होगा

Unforgettable

Have you ever felt guilty for having forgotten something? Something that in normal course would never ever would have escaped you.

Perhaps forgotten is not the apt word, perhaps not even the right word but in a strange sort of a way it is the word that you'll use to chide yourself.

 
It is an uncanny feeling when you know that there is something brimming underneath the surface but its not front and centre as far as your conscious mind is concerned. All day, you try figuring it out but you can't.

And then, like a bolt from the blue it hits you; bad. The realisation is like a ton of bricks crashing down on you.

Question is what is your reality?

The fact that you knew something was coming, you thought about it, yet when it actually came you were not even conscious to it.

So does that mean that our conscious mind builds these memorials and in a foolish sort of a way holds on to feelings of pain and angst whilst our sub-conscious mind takes a more practical approach and treats these occassions more matter of factly?

I reckon there is merit to the argument that if time is the best healer of wounds and if, with passage of time you reach a stage where the only memories that remain are the happy ones, then, not remembering an occassion in effect is a part of the healing since the reason you primarily wanted to remember the occassion was an unhappy one.


There is no point building memorials, they never are happy places. Sometimes its just good to forget. Its our minds way of telling us that we have indeed moved on.

All that is required is perhaps a rememberance and it comes in that fleeting moment of quiet acknowledgement. The real deal is mustering up courage to embrace reality.

So here's to our sub-conscious mind doing its bit for keeping our "Happiness Quotient" up. 

Fact of the matter, there are somethings you don't need to remember, invariably they are also the things you cannot forget.

To end, in good old fashion a few lines from a song made popular by Nat King Cole

Unforgettable, that's what you are
Unforgettable though near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more
......Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, that's how you'll stay