The butterfly

A carefree butterfly thinking it to be a paradise flew towards the blue sky
But alas its was a glass pane
It got trapped and got stuck
After a very long time did it get out of that muck

It flew on towards the new sky
But the experience lingered on
Each time the sky turned that bitter color,
She was trapped, not in the sky,
But the warp of time,
And the memory left behind in life, oh its sly lie tie
Trials and time zones beyond
The past lingered on
Though fainter now then in the past
It still steered along
Butterfly not losing hope
Flew further on....
The bright new day welcomed it ahead
The window to a beautiful rose garden came again
This time gotten wiser it passed
And Flew further on....

Views from a pacing chug

The chug has begun
Shines outside a dull sun
The scenery is changing, fast
The city roads, rush, traffic, the crowds have disappeared
The green fields outside seem something from the past
Even they don’t last
Follows a construction site
A chimney, a small town
People looking on with a small frown
The light’s fainting away to give way to the moon
The greens arrive back soon

In this month of February
One witnesses the extended winter and the arriving spring
Dark light greens yellow and the dull browns
The crop fields
Autumned - the amidst growing trees, and lush
Oblivious to the gone by city rush
Stretches unto far, the land covered with blooming yellow mustard flowers
Sway away the young green wheat
All awaiting the April heat

A faint layer of fog
Hides amidst the far away sights
Small and distanced lights
Provide a striking sight
Seem like a star lit sky
But right here on earth, in front of my eyes

On this dark winter night
The pall of colorlessness
Soon veils the unseen sights
Inside I travel in a tunneled light
Outside I see far n fewer of such sights
Burning bright like a fire fly

A sudden blur
Some fleeting lights and color
Seems its a co traveler on the parallel rail
Making me realize the swift pace of my own ships sail
"Towards where?"
The question arises in the mind
Destination for today or
Tomorrows mid way??
All a part of my destined fate
Das all that I say mate....

6 February 2008
Nish
Travelling from delhi to kharagpur wid fractured elbow

Chakra Of Life

From n different directions we collated
Different goals and directions in life
Amalgated for a period of time
Cut off from the family and friends who were left behind
We came together
Stayed and bonded together
Happy Times and Sad times
Spent together
Accepting and arguing with each other as we are
Similar concerns
Similar Fights
Similar Interests
Bonds like never before
And now the winds of separation have started
Taking us with them into different directions
Different coordinates Different timezones and numerous demands on that time
Once in a blue moon meeting
Bonds would stay
but if only this could be delayed :)
Is what we all wish!

nish
18 nov 2007

A DATE .......WITH MYSELF

It’s before dawn
Cool soothing winds blow against my face
As I still yawn
Its part light ‘n’ part dark in the outside space
Sounds can be safely put aside
The noise is on a low tide
The world is sleeping as yet
Silence and I, have met
A cuckoo sings somewhere
There’s the mechanical swoosh whoosh of the rotating fan here
A train passes by, hooting loud as it goes
And oh yea my own voice registering its woes
The voice in my head
Buried all day in a heap of hoopla around me instead
I hear what it tries to say all day
It reminds me of the coming May
A new chapter would start soon
Asking me if I am ready for the arrival of the new moon?
Asking me to look within
Any latest virtues or a committed sin?
Hmm well just to ponder, to hear,
The sound of the mind’s ocean here

Hmmm well nothing much else
Just that this Date with the self
Is nice once in a while
As a stop between the mile
Taking time to hear out
Doing away the soul pout
Clearing all doubt
Well that’s all what it’s about….
This Date ........with MySelf!
Nish
1st april 2008
4 am
A206, RLB
Before corp fin paper submission

Of Being ALIVE...

After many a days along
The heart wants to hear a song
Feel a rain drop or two
Sway to a beat and do a cha cha too
Just be free
Out on a spree
Freak out
Break out
Forget the rules
‘N’ the limits

Dance
With mah friends
‘N’ forget all the fiends
Dance until the feet hurt
Until wishes the heart
Until the mind forgets
Forgets who what where and when
Remembers only times long ago with friends then…….

Sing at the top of my voice
Of my own Choice
Oh that song
Forget what is right or wrong…..
That rock
That song n shock

Feel………….not think
Bang the Head
Think of the memories past and not what lies ahead…
Of Times gone by,
Classes, parties, and dances - oh sigh!
Of matches, catches,
Snatches and Competition between 2 batches!
Of beating bottles on the balcony and the plates,
Empty copies and empty slates :P
Of shouting our throats out hoarse,
And of fun amongst the unending college chores……
Of jives, high fives

‘N’ Of being A L I V E…….


Feel….the magic

Of dance, music, friendship and the beats

A frenzy, An electricity, A heat

A Timelessness………..


....Nish
9 February 2009
10 41pm
When the work has become too much and time too short!
When I m playing the game of catch
And the lifes running ahead

hmm .. simple yet rare ...

I don't need a bed of roses
`Cause roses wither away
All I really need is honesty
From someone with a strong heart (strong heart), a gentle hand
Who'll take me as I am

................
nice...mirrors my thoughts

faith hill - song lyrics

यह अजब सा समा है आज,
जल्द ही हमने यहाँ से जाना है,
नई जगहों पे, नए आशियाँ के लिए,
अपनी नई पहचान के लिए|
दोस्तों ने फ़िर पीछे छूट जाना है,
साथ चलेंगे कुछ,
कुछ पीछे रह जाएँगे,
कुछ ज़िंदगी की भागम भाग में खो जाएँगे,
जो भूल जाएँगे, वो हमें याद आएँगे,
जो साथ होंगे, उनका साथ निभाएँगे.
लेकिन...
इस सबसे पहले यादों की कड़ी बनानी है
और अपने सपनों को भी पाना है,
काश ये सब हमको मिल जाए
मीठी यादों से ये दिल भर जाएं....

निष्
१२ दिसम्बर 2007

An old post...

O Lil kid ...
In this journey of life
Soon along the way
U'll meet folks of many a sway
Hear loadsa stuff; some worth a nickel some worth a dime.
Some will speak, some will chime..
Don’t hear them all, don’t take to heart them all
Hear some, Listen some, and filter 'em all…

Remember To
Be nice to all,
But never weak.
Be pleasant,
But also firm.

Remember
Do not accomodate ..
...for all.

Don’t see their age,
Don’t see their visage,
Don’t see their wealth or sheen,
But be sure that they are not mean.
Recognise with whom your heart connects,
Forget then the class and the sects,
Make THEM your friends for life...
You 'll have much more of care, and negligible strife,
Much more of sunshine,
N none of that whine !

Remember to have fun along this journey in time
A Lil more of sugar and....
......a lil less lime ...
Nish
5 August 2008
completed on 28 Sep 09
00 30am

The Indian Bride

The Indian Bride

Filled with fear
N excitement
Doubts n expectations
And dreams of her life ahead
Curled up into herself
She sits out there quietly.

Beautiful as ever,
Shining amidst the crowd of her relatives
She is like a POLE star
Lost in her own thoughts of afar
While the sisters, brothers and friends dance & sing
She is the only one quiet and sitting
She then smiles and gets up
Starting to join the merry ones
But then her mind drifts
Drifts away to thoughts
Thoughts of her future, the new life that awaits…
She blushes deep red,
As she thinks of the groom,
Her lips curl upwards,
Lighting her face abloom..
But then,
trickles a tear,
Down the lashes on to the cheek,
She herself doesn’t know,
If for sorrow or joy - which emotion does it speak.
She shakes her head,
Wipes the tear,
Gets up again to join the cheer.
Not pondering on the impending future,
Leaving it to the destiny mere,
Enjoying the moment, enjoying herself,
Making most of the time left with her dear…
Whilst she awaits the new life and is eager,
In her heart, along goes a prayer….
That may her new life unfold -
One day at a time,
Slowly, beautifully and peacefully,
filled with joy love and happiness,
and not any fear.

Nish
Fourteen dec 2000

Wish...

With a guitar in my hand,
I strum a few tunes,
As it rains in the balcony,
at my old dune.

No one to company,
Just me, some randomness, music, rains ...and my tune.

The music wafts through ....

I hope it reaches a soul,
Who can sift the thought beneath all mah gibberish ...jus uncoil

As the rain cuts through this black night,
Wish if I might,
To see the above sight,
Which will make me aglow with happiness & an unexplained inner light...


Nish

VGSOM, SDS 2I0
13/07/2007

....

An year - 12 Months

A month - 30 days

A day - 24 hours

An hour - 60 minutes

and in each minute - 60 seconds.

And each of these seconds you have been running...

running hard,

away or towards something,

Why??

Only your own “self” knows…

Each minute you keep yourself busy,

Not giving your soul a bit of time,

time to think..or feel..to let anything heal..

Wheres that soul of yours that was free,

The soul which sang carefree?

When was it last time that you called up a friend?

or went out with family on a weekend ?

Weeks of absence turning into months,

months into years,

and the running continues,

and still you dont give any respite..

What has happened in that you go on continuously?

Giving yourself no time to think or savor?

What has happened that you've shrunk ur emotional self into a cocoon?

What do you want to prove and to whom?

I think all this as I sit yonder…

Meanwhile, the running continues...