Light at the end of the tunnel...

Finis........
Yours...

Well,after writing finis, it seems as though i have not been able to write anything at all..the long drawn tale of life brimming with tears and laughter lies fluttering like a blank scroll on the breast of time..Like a pilgrim who leaves behind evrything on the road to Death, i want to discard my crumbling body -wen was it mine anyway?
The vast skies have no beginning...no end too...Ocean does not increase or decrease..The sun does not set...does not rise....Everything i thought was true, isnt...
I gave evrything i thought was mine...Me, Mine became Ours...
Yet i lost....
My heart's desire is not satiated...nor is it left empty..Relationships have no name , no end...
Creation is the beginning of destruction......Inauguration of dissolution.....That which is Eternal and Infinite...
Giving the innocent child a toy, and then snatching it away the next moment to make it cry....Why fabricate this drama? If this is not cruelty, what is? Life seems to be slipping away underfoot.
All the grievances, all silent hurts, and reproaches of life, i place here, today, in the last moment...
With the end they wil be gone, and i alone shall tread the path to You.
the Infinite You...with You, its ecstacy.Not transitory moments of carnal pleasure.......
You, who see through all....You,who feel the essence....You,who fill the Essence...
Into You...

Musings of a Simple Heart

i am a learner...
just beginning to taste a bitter reality that the world around me is fast...probably faster than it takes to load an iphone app...nd may be faster than it takes to make up your mind on losing ur virginity....
i dont know how a beer tastes different from vodka with lime..
nor do i know how heavy metal sounds different from alternate rock..
i dont know why kids hangout at pubs, than in libraries...
i cannot make out a gigolo by mere looks....i dont trip to electro music...
i dont recognize the fakeness in fleeting glossy smiles at house parties...
nd of course i can never know what utility a vibrator serves over a dildo...

Life has been rather unkind to me...i wasnt taught how to love a man for his looks and his money...and worse,not even know how to pretend love so dat we make love big tym!
the dilemma of someone who had to google to find out what an orgasm meant!!

i dont know what gals murmur to guys all night over the phone, sleepless!!
i dont know wher pot takes people! and not even how to take a smoke!
i dont know if cherry red Maybeline tastes better than purple passion Revlon.

i dont know how to lie to make hot money, n lie over lie to preserve existence.
i dont know what one night stands mean to people...
i dont enjoy Salman Rushdie,for, i'v never comprehended complexities.

But,der r things dat i know...like,how to keep life simple.
i know how to see beauty in blue clouds n yellow daffodils.
i know how good country music sounds.
i know the elation in a father's heart wen he knows his kid got placed with an MNC.
i do recognize a mother's heartache wen her kid flies off on a plane for the first tym!
i know how slow cancer kills, nd also how fast a cigar is smoked off!
i know how to see goodness in every heart, though dats wat probably put me into trouble each tym!
i know i chuckle while watchin Tom n Jerry nd dat i blush wen Sumbody tels me iam beautiful!
i believe virginity is sumthin that takes more than eleven minutes to lose, and that love is something that takes more than a lifetym to share.
I still believe in tooth fairies n Santa Claus n shooting stars...
I Believe dying needs far more balls dan Living, though evryone says cowards choose to die..

i still converse more with the moon and stars dan on d phone!
i believe fashion is what u make for urself to enjoy,not fr else's eyesight...
i know how to honour relationships, right ones though.
i know how great it feels to read on paganism sipping hot tea, though i'd enjoi Chaucer or Shakespeare better.

And of all things, am proud dat i know how to love, simple good ol' love.
and even better,i know, dat i'd make love to only that One who can love me the same simple good ol' love!!

Now to wher i began,i told u, Am a learner...
sometimes i feel like a time traveller, who accidentally turned his time dial forward!
Sometimes,Wen i look around, i feel like am a runaway show piece from a History museum!! something like a Plymouth on a MotoGP race track!!!
but then, deep within, i heave sighs of relief...becos, i know, its good to be a simple hearted human being...its good to be different...

DREAMS COLORED RED AND BLUE !!!

Poverty is as old as the world itself. Man has reached the moon, man has found vaccine cures for deadly diseases, man has celebrated victory in wars, man boasts of successful green revolutions, but still there are millions of people in the world, who struggle to master the basic skill- skill of survival. And in this struggle they fall in the clutches of the inevitable-poverty. We all grow up with poor people around us, but we never question why they are poor. No one is born poor. And hence this means there is an inherent defect in the economic system. There is money, but it does not reach the right hands. We live in a world where the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

Thousands of universities all over the world teach economics, have eminent economic professors, but why is that no one questions as to why money doesn’t reach the poor. Poverty is not the sign of a civilized world. And charity is not the solution to poverty.A beggar knocks at ur car window as your wait for the signal to turn green,and out of your urgency to get rid of him your pay him a penny.But will dat penny pull him out from poverty?Noone is poor by choice.Every time you shop at Levis or WestSide,evrytym you eat from MacD or CCD, give a moment of thought to those multitudes who wait outside to eat from your trash,or dress in rags.

If noone is born poor then why do they live and die poor?

What can we do to end this vicious circle?

This is the root idea that gave birth to Bangladesh’s Grameen Bank and BancoSol in Bolivia. The one word solution was named micro finance. Understanding the needs of the poorest and downtrodden in the society, small amounts of credit at reasonably low interest rates is offered. This credit can be to rebuild a house, marry off a daughter, buy cattle, or even to be self employed.

The poor need to freed from the bondage of collateral. Like food and water and air, credit too is a human right. Credit ensures every individual his right to dignified living. The success saga of micro finance institutions all over the world has added to the growth momentum of this universal concept.An interesting observation was made by the Micro Credit Summit Council of Practitioners in 1998 while they studied the 925 member institutions. It was noted that 76% of the clients are women. The fairer sex have always been regarded as the weaker gender. There have been efforts in India to empower the hand that rocks the cradle. But all this plays only at a periphereal level. We see only the brighter side of the Indian woman upheld by world icons like Indra Nooyi, Chanda Kochar, Sania Mirza or Kalpana Chawla. We do not see the millions of women who toil at construction sites, tanneries, fisheries. We turn a blind eye to the bar dancers and prostitutes at night clubs.We opt to be comfortably unaware about such unparliamentary issues!!!

We talk of empowerment in a country of female foeticide and child marriage. We talk of empowerment to a country where men drink and make merry, while women work from sunrise to sunset to fill her stomach.

And yet these dogs bark when we talk of 33%reservation and empowerment!! We need to think of the rural woman who toils hard day and night. What is her contribution in terms of income, economic decision making, child health, family planning and ultimately women activism.

Human society has always tried to fight for equal opportunities. Through micro finance women can be uplifted to a status equal to her male counterpart. Poverty can be sent to museum, as every family can eat square meals a day, provide adequate shelter and education to children.

We brag of 8-9% CAGP, of international accords on climate change, of free trade agreements. But we shall go Nowhere....Not until we Wipe her Tears, Not until the hand dat rocks the cradle Holds the Sceptre!!!

Till then let's talk of empowerment.....

the Waves

the violent surge of the waves ,

to reach the shore..

you or me shall reach first,

and dissolve into the cold grip of the unknown.

despite knowing the unknown,

the waves lash,violently,

on each other.

releasing unspoken passion,

and known desire.

the waves dance together.

the vast expanse of blue,

lies betweeen.

like a void in the heart.

the next moment lies muddled,

in complex intricacies.

still, the waves dance,one last time.

chained to each other,

yet free in spirit,

the waves surge.

memories dissolve,

pain unleashes itself,

all that remains is the unknown.

no more you and me,

only unknown,where

you and me are One.

All for a Hug...

Love makes u Blind...makes u do things which u never even dream of in ur wildest Dreams....

there is this pull deep inside ur heart.....and u no longer feel at peace until u fall into those arms...every moment away from love is torture and u wud trade heaven for love....

Love makes u insane.....Like it made me...

Until i decided to run away......

it was drizzling, that morning.....the day of my escape.....i felt like a convict,as i walked out of the gate...i wanted to run before dawn broke....coincidentally it was the anniversary of indian independence....and here I was declaring mine, boldly!!! i got into the first bus i saw....rivers, trees, bridges passed by me.....they were smiling at the runaway maiden...

She was all i had in mind....Her smile....Her glance....She was my Goddess...of all things....Around me, Nature was at her beautiful best.....at the distance i could see the blue sea merging with the backwaters.....seconds turned into minutes ....minutes turned hours....

Finally i was at her doorstep!!! my heart stopped still for a moment as i looked up at her majestic kingdom...tall buildings that overlook the ocean,coconut trees sunbathing, the mysterious backwaters glitterin in morning glow....this was my dream!!! what my heart longed for...

my steps quickened....and i was standin on Her soil...this was wher She grew up, She shed tears for Her Beloved,She sang in ecstacy....She was bringing me back,my Mother....What a divine plot She weaved to let me set foot on that soil once again!!!

i was travelling back thru corridors of time....the first sight, the first song i sang for Her...the first hug....the first kiss..

and i was there to relive those moments!!! O wat Joy!!!

and now it was time for me to see Her...With a pounding heart and smiling face i waited....minutes ticked by...and it was my turn....i was soo stricken by Her beauty....the shining nose stud...to me She seemed the most beautiful Mother on Earth...

She took me in Her arms....i was toungetied....i couldnt call out Her name....my body seemed no longer mine....i was Hers....peaceful at the final destination....She gazed at me for a while....if silence could speak, then this was it...i neednt tel Her anything...She knows....All sleepless nights and tears....all my heartbreak, and sorrow....all joys and laughter....She asked me to sit beside Her....and dat one word was enough...

Love is a madness......but it turns a joyful insanity...when iam Home... in Her arms!!!!