Of locks and keys

I love my hair, not for the compliments it brings my way but for the fact then when left loose, almost always that is, it covers my face. A little tilting the head down and no one can see those warm tears quickly gushing below. They are my strength they are my veil. They are beautiful and mysteries they entail. It is my camouflage my terrain. To play with them to tussle them to tie them back in a tight knot when in pain, confused or with some important task at hand.
Tightly tied over some hours it gives me a slight headache and the moment it is loosened it is like freedom. Freedom to swish, to sway, to feel the wind, to follow the rhythm of its heart.

Just read it somewhere that when nothing goes right, just go left. What if left ain't left as a choice. What if you over ruled it much much long ago. Where do you go? Just sit there and wait for an air balloon to come and take you to a far far land not restricted to the lefts and the rights or just wait for a sinkhole to occur that gulps you down and transports you much beyond. They both are ways that lead you out. One towards the rainbow and the other to the clout....it is not always about the choices we make but more so the things that choose to take place.    

Blank noises

.................. it is getting late
just stop....stop where you are
ask for directions...
and just come
asking for directions ain't wrong
believe me...no body is gonna think any less of you...
but please understand...you have to come....
have waited so long....can't any longer

The patronus charm

A lot of what Dumbledore has said makes complete sense to me, at least the kid in me. I know there are death eaters and dementors. I have almost seen them moving around, behaving in the fashion as attributed to them. Among the foulest creatures walking on earth they suck out every happy moment, every trace of hope from another creature leaving him or her with the worst experiences of life. To fight off dementors one needs to use the Patronus charm. The charm requires remembering an extremely happy memory, a powerful one that allows you to lose yourself into it. And it this memory that fights off the dementor.

But what do you do when while you are casting the Patronus charm all that you are remembering is the dementor and time spent with it. What if the best of the happy moments were spent in the company of the dementor. Yes, of course, who you see in your memories does not resemble the dementor before your eyes but what if you know, know it with all your heart that it is the same person.

The Patronus is the only charm against the dementors. But with a dilemma like this I guess there is no other choice but to resign to the fact that you are going to be sapped of all you have to be left behind as a dark, numb creature whose soul has been carried away for all eternity. Help Dumbledore!

It is autumn, once again

I feel really sorry for all the effort that you invested in turning my spring into autumn. Poor you, do you even know how much I love autumns. I always have. They are beautiful. It is a time of sepia tinted view of nature at its bare best. The glory of stark nakedness stripped of any adornments whatsoever. The carpet of crunchy leaves, beneath my feet, that crackle with passion at each step. It is not about having the spring and basking in all its glory. To love, to adore and be awe-struck with all those psychedelic colours is an easy talk. But the greys and browns are what really matter. What the world really is made up of. Thanks for the autumn, I am having a ball.

ऐफे कैफे,
पूछा तो पता चला बस ऐसे ही
बताया गया की, अरे जनाब पता नहीं था आपको
ऐसे ही तो
वाह भई, नयी चीज़ सीखी आज हमने भी
भले ऐफे ही सही मगर सीखी तो...
शुक्रिया है जी आपका

उलझी उलझी सी हूँ,
सुलझा दो.
एक अरसा बीत गया,
अब तो बता दो.

ज़माने बीत गए,
लगा की सदियाँ गुज़र गयी,
और इतना उलझ गयी  
जैसे बिल्ली के साथ लगा उन का गोला

अब बस मैं हू
और मेरे ताने बाने
और एक मीठा सा इंतज़ार
समय को रोक क रखा है इस पार

अनजाना ही सही पर कुछ बहुत ख़ास है
बहुत करीब हो इसका एहसास है 
जब दीदार होगा तो सालों का अनजानापन 
बस कुछ पलों का मेहमान होगा

कभी साथ ज़रूरी होता है
और कभी इंतज़ार
कभी जान कर प्यार बढ़ता है
और कभी अनजाने ही दम निकलता है

देर तो हो गयी है
पर कौन कहता है इंतज़ार हमें नागवार है
तुम आना, दम निकल जाए बस इससे पहले
अपने वजूद का एहसास कराने 

यही कही आस पास. अपने ताने बानो में उलझे से
कुछ रूठे से, कुछ मने से
तुम हो ये बताने, सालो के इंतज़ार को मिटाने
सदियों के संगम पे तुम्हारी राह तकूंगी में.