The Undeclared War

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Tease

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The World is deaf

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Obama - O - Obama where have you been.

Obama - O - Obama where have you been.

We have waited for this great moment from time immemorial, let us begin the time search, it is perhaps two hundred and seventeen years, which took America to be invented, once again.

A country, which wrote and rewrote many nations history. Now you are the one chosen by divinity to write and change this nation’s history forever.

It is perhaps for the first time in the world’s citations that one Black who has rocked the  Hell out of Here . You have not only created history of all sorts, but have also made your name inscribed in Gold.

It took two hundred and seventeen years for a nation like America to become civilized and you have made them one today with your victory. For the first time ever you have made this piece of land to be shared evenly by all Americans equally, and not by whites alone, you have brought civilization to this country by your determined vehemence and we are all proud of you and we are glad you have made them do so.

One person who is just 45 years old has rocked the Nation and also the World upside down or downside up..you have without knowledge changed this phrase too…and we ought to believe that you will change many more…in years to come….

WAIT A MINUTE  WAIT A MINUTE, Mr. President.

O please Obama, while having said that, we also bring to you kind perseverance regarding your incursion with India’s Kashmir and Pakistan. This will not do Mr. President, we will, at all cost, resist you for doing this.

We are sorry while you are celebrating your victory and we are insisting something out of the blue, but Mr. President this is as important as your victory today…while on numerous, election meetings, as revealed by you before the members of the press and also the public at large. You will be more than happy to solve this issue for once and for all?..please Obama solve it the way we want and not the way you want.

You wrote America’s history but please don’t ever challenge to touch or rewrite ours, many tried but all failed and so will you. Our nation stands cohesive without your knowledge and will always be unified.

While we welcome and also celebrate your victory, but please don’t ever misjudge our sublimity, while we salute we also are guarded and fortified, so please don’t risk of doing any misadventure, with sovereignty and integrity of this country.

Millions of Indians have made America as their home and they have irrevocably contributed to America’s success too, this does not mean when you have inculcated the best from them you are more then willing to throw them out as  used …we will at no cost understand this….o please also don’t be fanatical and fervent about chasing us from there?..While we learnt to value your country’s ideology, its beliefs and philosophy, we request your honourable self… please revere and appreciate ours as well.

God Bless Mr. President.

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Shubh Dipawali

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Friends

F R I E N D S

Well !

Sure, and let’s be friends
and put optimism behind

Let us burn up our hopes,

our aspirations, we set for, 

in concurrence.

Though as friends, now.

Let us coat our house 

multihued, with similes,

of our wits, wall by wall, 

instead of hand in hand

With silence in our house
I’ll give you your freedom
planned for your essence
if it connotes sojourn 

You found yourself
but why at the end, in a song.

Where were you subsequently
if not here with me?

Where were you when,
we windswept our notions,
arresting unmoving reflections 

of ours, the ground and blue sky

Where have you been recently?
If you are not here, at this time with me. 

r

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A Butterfly

A Butterfly   

Cautiously in this unlit hour,

I confound in sheer silence,

how does a beautiful flower,

detect my veiled benevolence.

I travel in distant stillness,

to notify a blossoming flower,

please don’t surmise a butterfly,

which has lost its ardent power

Obsession is singular, but paramount

as flower you are very kindhearted,

you often receives me in zephyr,

on your petals, as I hang inverted

A blossoming sweet flower

all silverfishes are soft and cute,

detect one as a butterfly, or a silverfish

both fetch delight, albeit they are mute.

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Deluge

D E L U G E

It was an inexplicable darkness while I was standing on the terrace. Looking at the graceful and the mighty firmament and the far off luminosity on the mount, this brought a thoughtful wobble in my heart.

Suddenly lightning struck in the outer space and it started to rumble. Gradually a wet stench of earth refreshed each one of us… a renaissance of plants refurbished, a fresh cold zephyr started to flow and here it was… first rain without a customary season… Salutation of the rain to me…I become alive on such occasion, all of inner thoughts starts to secret my neurons, which expire so often in a sultry heat.

As the rain is in progress, subsistence on the street start vanishing, austerity fills the path. I for a moment surmise about each individual’s compassion, how they fall into place and how feeble for a time, a person is, in face of his or her own feeling.

Similarly, down pouring of rain is a time, when you amuse yourself in the sludge, getting drenched in the drizzle and for a while on such occasion, look at the person you love, getting squelched in the downpour, how one tries so desperately, to hold on, to this moment for eternity, but a moment like this deceives you and leaves, to slither into another moment and you stand imbibed wondering, it was here and where did this disappear, yes it was replaced by another moment, but does remain in your reminiscence, waiting for it to be recalled to make you insane or perhaps fall in love with that thought.

I often loved to promenade in rain with my hand in her hand, implore that none comes into our sight for her rescue, and continue to give me a moment sublime, to live for this moment even if it is for short while, allow this quixotic fall from the sky, to drench her and feel the water fall from her streak of hairline, to watch the droplets of water collect on her eyelids to make her eye flicker and make my heartbeat quiver too in identical accord and harmony, watch the embellishing skin seize droplets of water midway refusing them to flow aimlessly.  I  want to live, breath, and imbibe all of this into me, like a picture enclosed, ever to attenuate and enliven me at a time of desolation.

Life has such moments with different imbues and frames, neither it has all the grief nor of all the delight, all comes to you in dimension and magnitude sometimes too protracted some times too undersized, but yes a downpour is a motive to arouse the obsession, restore the earth, stirring again with a new heartiness, sparkle and bloom, and while all other defuse and leave and become indifferent….this empathy is undeviating all along.

An Angel

she will be,

in dedication she will preserve

my sensitivity

one day,

to confer

in this light rain.

Conversely in delight

I will subsist and exist

delicately

hereafter.

 r

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Small Things

Small Things

A single rain drop,

may seem too small,

but somewhere, for that rain drop,

a flower awaits its fall,

A small word unspoken

seems too small to say

but somewhere, for that small word

a heart may pray.

( Anonymous )

This is the influence and ascendancy of minute diminutive apparition. One, so often, has a propensity to disregard or fail to notice, but these small things over and over again bring consciousness and also a vision of all things beautiful in our everyday life. 

It has become conventional of parting wisdom, if it is perception or it is not, very few imbibe, but a lot continue to communicate reasonably or mistakenly, but so often it is frequently accomplished, perhaps I am not at all imparting any avowal…….what I am inscribing are the thoughts which enclose and enfold me from time to time.

In order to break free and cut loose I print it here in amalgamation. 

All of us have the inner instinct of showing to the world, I am superlative, but very few accept they are, but still don’t campaign. Those who don’t crusade in my view have this wisdom more graceful and courteous than those who want to drum up support, habitually. 

So is our life which also is made up of small small things, all connect and woven together to formulate or construct into a bigger happiness or despondency, but nothing is in huge in magnitude to begin with, all is a result of small things woven together to connect and to form a bigger proclivity and predilection or perhaps a penchant. 

Isn’t it a sight of contentment observing a drop of perspiration running from a farmer’s forehead to the side of his ears after a hard days work? A row of soldiers marching in unison or the smell of fresh aroma of different delicacy coming from the kitchen and the smell of the mud from the showers of first rain, or bringing back a smile to a weeping child, all of these are the smaller things which bring joy and charm in smaller imbues and silhouettes, the best part here is our liking of such smaller things are so similar, alike and analogous. 

Our lives too begins with smaller minute dimensions, it is we who make it complex, sever and complicated as we grow, the result and the follies we perhaps might or will detect in the older age, however little will we have time then, to put it back in performance or in place once again. 

If we could understand and imbibe these lines of celebrated Urdu poet Nida Fazli, we perhaps will win our proclivity , Nida Fazli has written very famous shayarii, most of which is sung by Jagjit Singh in his gazals.

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S m i l e . . . .

 

 

 

smile . . . . .

 

 

 

  

I will assuage your sensitivity,
and sluice your suffering away,
allow me to look into your eyes,
and hold your hand someday.

 

Heed, when you converse,
swab your excruciating tears,
segregate trepidation if any,
facilitate your stressful fears.

I will always be closer to you,
even in,  sad and miserable time,
conciliate a broken breath,
respire each moment sublime.

Never feel alone, I am here,
to mend that sorrow for a while,
when your anguish is simpler,
I’ll mock, to see your charming smile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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