Adret or Ubac

With inward looking eyes Ubac, the blind, carved his wounds on the thin sides under shade of the dark.
With farther vision Adret, the Knight, feared the things light could never show under the arrogance of his power
They knew not misery has one face that no fortune can drift their sorrow...

Ubac lies on the mundane slope where vision is needless,  its going to be dark and dull all his life
Adret lies to the brighter side where vision is blinded by too much light

The warmth of light or coldness of dark may be two sides but who knew that sorrow would fall on them both no matter what strength one lacked and the weakness other possessed ..

Last Winter

It vexes me as much as it enkindles to elicit a emotion for a woman who is all fire and flare..She is a woman who excites envy and admiration..
A woman who just found her lost heart from the last winters..

She who went as far as the burnt woods in the dark patches of forested thoughts under the mist that it covers and warmed herself from the wounds of past with a self conflict on which she endlessly hovers..
It pierces every thin strand of my ever absurded soul to pen down what a fierce lover she was and as she remains to be one..
How furious was the moment when she outgrew from the rust and dust of unstoppable time.. a crime that she calls her inherent wave of love for something that is not hers and is not even mine..

A wisp of experience that never oyestered her to mere pearl but rather she choose to feather her soul and surrender herself to the immensity of her limitless flight... A citadel of her doom turned to beauty.. a road of marshes stoned to rock..as she walks and ever so she walked..

It fills me with curiosity why such a woman is such that a man within me is little less of himself to contain the affection she withholds like a million thorns wounding her feet.. like million bugs biting her cheek..and the pain that breaks her heart into cracks and pieces.. yet she holds love that only grows and has far reaches.

It restricts me to my limits as a man .. as a man who I failed
I wish I could travel in her little heart that she found from the last winters
 If only I were the last winter caressing her found heart
I could bleed as much for her heart to beat again and even for a while, I could sing that song forever in my mind.
If only I was man enough to survive a love so rare from a woman whose mere glance is a sweet reverie but cuts you like a piercing glare.

She is a story I can never narrate, she is a woman who found her lost heart from the last winters..If you look right through her eyes you would know why her soul vexes me and why it enkindles but neither of us will ever see her lashes lifting .. Because it is there that her found heart remaines caged for another winters..

Bitter Sweet

What scares you?
-Beginning
Of what?
-The End

What fills you?
-Noise
Of what?
-Silence

What haunts you?
-Rarity
Of what?
-Abundance

What frees you?
-Nothingness
Of what?
-Everything

What scares you fills you up
What haunts you ,sets you free...

Rome was not built in a day

Do you know what it took for Jean-Francois Champollion  to decipher Egyptian hieroglyph is a long period of brain taxing research and methodologies henceforth unraveling the script that was shrouded with obscurity and became best of the glorious attempts to unveil the mystery of one of the oldest civilizations in the world

Do you know what it took for Descartes and Kant to become the greatest philosophers of all time is years and years of their interactions with logic and ethics henceforth laying the foundations of modern philosophy and leaving behind long chain of thinkers signifying the power human mind had reached so much so that it remains influential  till date

Do you know what it took for Ptolemy to derive geocentric views on structure of universe is large span on scale of time searching for the answers to his questions through his unforeseen and stunning observation of the nested sky and recording the movements of stars,sun and moon  henceforth making him the greatest astronomer that time has ever recorded

Do you know what it took for Andreas Versalius to lay the foundation of modern biology is long phase of extensive and exhaustive series of anatomical experiments henceforth making him the Father of Modern Anatomy

Do you know what it took for Galileo to invent telescope is long length of time of an observation and hunch to defend Copernicus heliocentric view of universe knowing not what he accidently gave the world is eyes to see the distant and gifting mankind ''the beyondscopic'' vision

For Marcello Malpighi to be immortalized when his name was given to the main excretory system of an anthropod - Malpighian tubule?( perhaps only how most of us would remember or recall him )  is a blood and sweat  of a time of his indepth study of insects henceforth giving us one of the greatest microscopist

For Buddha to attain enlightenment is a time that goes beyond count and measure indicative of the human quest for knowledge that epitomizes high standard of profusely comprehended realities of human existence henceforth giving the world one of the most peaceful resorts offering to the lost and the wanderer -a thought to stay . Greatest and wistful theosophy of all time

For Ghalib to write about love the way only he could have is a rhythm and flow and pulse and beat of the time of  being in and out and through of love and pain henceforth giving words to most of us who run low on voicing our own emotion . May not add resonance to our vocal chords but certainly has helped give an expression to our thought. No wonder why we share Ghalib's couplets like our very own !!!

Too recent to forget its only from yesterday did I recollect another work that came to its form over a 100 of years of unending scientific enquiry - Do you know what it took for space sciences to discover  gravitational waves what was already there is a decade of unblinking eyes of LIGO  upon the universe?

Last but not the least, what took Rome to become what it became is a run and race of time of ruination's  and back. Henceforth giving one of the most profound histories of startling empires and masterpieces in art,architecture and paintings ...

And these are but a few to mention ..

What I wanted to convey here is one simple truth that it takes a lifetime and in continuation some more for a thing to take its final form and the secret is there is no final form . we only evolve .
The greatest of things have happened over the time and not in a day .And they have happened not to die like humans but to stay like divine.
 Magic works in a moment not reality and reality over a hundred years becomes a magic . In these dying moments where we loose in a breath a speech and a breath in speech let our spirit be alive for larger than life and longer than time.
Do no rush . walk down to the place where its destined to happen. Perseverance is a key to our untimely how's why's and when's - let yourself unravel it clue by clue ..

Find what your love is and tune in the waltz time. It will take all the time on earth to find that one thing but if you do, it would be the greatest summation of your life ever. Discover. Invent. Observe . Derive. Think . Write. Express.

But most of all , Love !!! Its a subject that created science,history,philosophy,arts,music,song,heavens and God .And all of this happened over the years and not in a day ..

Letters

Wrote a many ,threw a few
to send you a flower or its dew

Color the words,rephrase it new
to stop it here or let it through

Meanings were lost by the time I knew
to voice my heart or pen it blue

Wrote a many,threw a few..

Left it hasty,blurred its view
to make it clear or hide in lieu

Write it in a line or realign it in a slew
to let you know or first know you through

Wrote a many ,threw a few

Stitched the message with ink words glued
to cloth the paper or leave it nude

Hang a sign or lay a symbol so raw and  crude
while I pen them down my heart intrudes

wrote a many,threw a few
to send you flowers or its dew?

Bleed from heart or ink from pen
to let one man know or first know the men?

In a language or script if I knew
would rewrite the times in love I grew

Wrote a many threw a few..

Leave  a mark or stroke no clue
to make you think or stun you blue

stone it old or  dust it new
protrude the  words and point at you

wrote  a many threw a few..
to send you flowers or its dew?

To write it or say it
How could I be better than a few
How I wish I could write to you.

From shiver of my finger or the lips that sew
I know so little and the words are few

Shall I come with a flower to tell you or write under fog with its dew?

Wrote a many,threw a few
If only I could write something so new to you

I would write this and that but  never that one thing - I and You
Here and there but never the three words in the way they knew

To brew the words in a sip or chew a few
Just in how many pages would it take for my name to end with you?

Make slushy feelings to act in stew
or let my heart spur like a spew

Post the many or withdraw a few
what if my letter changes you?

I have set my heart on fire ,can you pick its ashes in these letters
this 18th if its alright with you?

But to tell you a thing or two, I will have to be right beside you
Under your pillow, who is who ?
And if you find me there, that ones for you !!

Meet you in summers,its a winter adieu
will write as many under the meadow rue

Until I find my word between I and You...

Ethereal

Oh this ethereal world,in the wakefulness of your reality I unleash the realm of forever sleeplessness.
Oh the world so algid ,rimy, so frosty freezy dry.. in the sleet of your snow I numb myself to another dead night.
Oh this ground in the soul of raw wintertime,I melt my flesh and free my blood to your frostbite.

And so reclusive of your nature ,how you withdrew every ounce of blood from my veinal wine
while the fire in woods have fixed a few broken hearts, what salutary antidote could unfix mine.

Oh so draggy of them so chill they fall on to feast on my lofty will
Oh this ethereal world so moony wimpy so rageous fight.
The grave and grim you gave me miles wrong me still
I walked on thorns meek and mild, their pain was gone over the night.

The bleak of harsh your cut had raised ,my skin would burn and still shall praise..

You stripped my heart to dreary dead,  it embraced the cold and always prays
To live in your ignorance and stay in love that shames with a tired gaze.

Oh you misleading world, your obstinacy amazes,you demand of my feelings to be as stony as you
I crave to be free and escape this wound but not as much as you..

Oh then so caring, compassionate of you
You came to me this winter to make scars deeper than my pain ever knew
Oh this land of heart,so dopey ,drowsy  and drugged of you
You were loved from my inmost ruins yet you  never knew

Oh my ethereal world
your cold hunts for bloodless
how perished so inert of you ...

Nomadic Dreams

The expanse of sky like a roof it would follow..the hold of wind embraces so warm and mellow..
Yet no home to sleep her into nomadic dreams .. Every thought is a noise wandering in hollow

She disperses in ocean yet rises so clean ,stays in the dark yet brightens like a beam
a mirror on the wall but is too faceless and formless for a lasting glow and  gleam...

Floating in endlessness  drowning in her own screams
Everything surrounds yet no home to sleep her into nomadic dreams..

All that she trudges on sinks before she could have craved more and pined..
She would go out in the sun and pretend that she is not a blind..

Her mysterious glance..those stargaze so sublime ...
Beyond it all ,in her timer bells no time...

She fell too fast and deep into the silence of empty streams..yet no home to sleep her into nomadic dreams...