Marked speaking eyes!

bestowed,
marked by the symbol,
of whitened poetic time,
she gazed back at the 'eye'.
Straight!

a story,
"un-narrated"!
i peeped in honestly,
her resemblance to serenity,
her story,
i tried figuring,
figured?

but instillations are statics,
the dynamics, motionless,
yet those loud sounds i heard.

Ya khuda!

Ya khuda,
tu mujhsey,
Mein tujhsey,
Kyon khud se?
Hoon juda.
Dey hateli,
Baandh sahaara,
Dekh doobara,
Khada banda.
Mangey sahaara.
Rahem, rahem.
Aab Baksh,
mere karam.
Aab baksh,
Meri khata,
Aab to dikha,
Koi adaa.
Tu hai. Haan hai.
Yeah ehsaas kara.

Tu junoon,
Tu sukoon,
Tu kudrat,
Tu hasrat,
Tu nahee juda,
Tu mukammal mere khuda.

P.S- I couldn't translate this piece, i apologies to my friends. But this is more on the spiritual spectrum. Sung in the praise of the lord. I beg him to not separate himself from my existence and also show me the signs of his existence. I beg him to give his hand to save me. i beg him for pitty and forgiveness. He becomes passion, peace, nature, desire for my existence.

A gift from me to you all..... :)

I have fallen in love with this song!
go ahead you all
fall..............!!!!

P.S- if u dun smile listenin to this song....
u shud immidiately rush to a doctor.
sumfin is wrong wid u.. for sure! :) :) :)

Serenity benith her misty embrace

Some journeys take us to places that one had imagined only in vivid imaginations. The beauty so surreal that it could melt away time. I stood there by its corner and adored the mystique's of the marvel called nature. It was like an staged magical performance which began the moment I stepped beyond the doors of my apprehensions. Opened it arms to embrace me within itself, so did she. It was warm within her misty embrace.



She asked me to walk a few more miles before i decide to lay my head down. She knew i was falling in love with her every moment, every walking step. She pampered me with gentle blowing winds and gave me the warmth of greens to sooth my eyes, in turn my soul. Like a hopelessly involved lover I kept gaping at the magnanimity of her charms.



few steps beyond i found a place where peace was instilled in every corner of every second that passed by me. I don't know if it was a Divine intervention or was it something else. I just wanted to be, be forever, may be, just be! those few moments of peace will be with me for this life time.



like the charmer she is. She wooed me with her colors, which she flashed to me, but subtly. She flirted with my senses whenever she could hold me. She held me intact, with all my attention to her, all the time. She worked her spell on me. I let her.


She reminded me to cleanse myself with its love. pouring upon me from heavens up above, when i stood right below its shower. The cold of the water, left me breathless for few second. But those seconds I forgot all pain, happiness, sadness, smiles that i ever had. I was just. I was me.



She told me not all her men were as bad as I thought they were. They created beauty in the ways they could express themselves. They created stone structures so beautiful and divine that She couldn't resist but stay there by their side living in harmony with its existence. She smiled while she spoke almost silently.



Her reminders like a faithful partner for me to keep "my-self" clean and pure. I guess she was falling in love with my being in here presence. She liked me alot. I saw her smiling more than often.


Those colors, those patterns. The acceptance of the being, of being yet being colorful was reassuring. I wasn't alone after all and I was also in love.




I walked pass some doors and some more. But few doors tell you they are suppose to be for you.



The colors I saw all along taught me the state of stable being. Like the faces that have to be colored yet have the silence of deep Vallie's, that could trigger the ripples of the understanding of one's being.

Rang dey muhjko apney hi rang mein,
rang ley yeah sab, yeah sab tera,
rang dey poora tu zaat ko meri,
rang dey tu saaya bhi mera.

To see the rest of the pictures:http://www.flickr.com/photos/22163965@N04/

Forthcoming!

There are certain set of realizations that a “human” being has at most unexpected times. There are certain actions of us “humans” that define our destiny, but what if the destiny we have is not accepted by the “people”? What would happen if the authenticity of our existence is questioned? What happens when people challenge the validity of our ‘emotions’? Complete ignorance to the existence of humanity. Are people to be blamed? I don’t know. Since I am one of them yet choose to be not like them.

Following this post, would be my first attempt at a short story. A story that tries and search the boundaries and the understanding of the word “humanity” or “simply being human”. My take and understanding of this delicate issue which we consciously or unconsciously decide to ignore, or probably don’t pay enough attention to. This story will look at the issues faced by individuals in the urban scenario. Set in the modern times, when Bangalore is developing and getting flooded by people. Every person is trying to grab and snatch a place for himself, the size doesn’t matter. Would my characters be able to define themselves and their spaces where they belong? I don’t know yet!

A Small Overview of the story:

The story revolves around two protagonists. Their unexpected yet a destined meeting on a bright Sunday morning at a vintage coffee shop called the coffee house in Bangalore. Last night was utterly uncomfortable for both of them. They were faced with questions that challenged the authenticity of their being. Was it so different being them? Was it so difficult to accept them as they were? Was it so disgraceful being them? Weren’t they humans? At least after last night they didn’t feel the same. What would they talk about? Or would they talk at all? what happened the night before? How did it effect both of them?

p.s- Since there are privacy issues involved. I would not be publishing this story on my blog space. I would still love get to know the feedback of my friends from bloggersville. Since all your thoughts would be very important to me. I would request my friends to please mail me their email Id's at prabhjeetsingh.khalsa@gmail.com. All the contact details would be kept completely confidential. I would be sending all of you a PDF format of the final draft. If anyone new enters my blog and is equally interested i would request him/her to mail me their details. I shall get back to you as soon as possible. I have given myself "one month", so if everything goes according to plan i would finish the final draft by this month end or early next month. I hope all you guys would help me out in this endevor.

A part of this story would also take shape on a 'train'. I love travelling by trains. i haven't done that myself in a long time. But i have got a perfect excuse of my holiday this month where i will be off to my hometown, that's delhi! :) for about 15 days. well... sometimes all the signs are right to start off a new chapter! literally!