She was Love and Pain

In the stealth of night the earth was in dead sleep. But I was wide awake and waited for that voice and that tune on the violin. It struck 1 am and now I heard that painful tune on the violin, once again. It was being played at a short distance somewhere hidden in the thickness of the dark. I had never seen the musician-singer. But it was a lady with a broken and exhausted heart. I had never seen her. But every night she would come with her poignant songs and her songs would disappear when the greedy jackals would start howling from the nearby forest. Sometimes I had heard her crying too. Every night that unseen lady’s voice and the heart-rending tune of her violin would make me cry.

A smoke of mystery had covered her thickly because she loved to stay and sing only in the DARK.

The voice inexplicably and mysteriously pained my heart day by day……..I loved that voice and that aggrieved lady………

She used to sing beautifully playing the violin herself. And I knew she is a fountain of LOVE and PAIN.I loved her sad voice, I loved her heart-breaking tune on the violin and I also loved her miserably coughing in the intervening periods. I knew not what was there but I simply loved her. The dark nights, the foggy atmosphere and her painful voice were my soul’s solace. I knew she did not know me but she understood me…..

That night also the clock struck 1 am. And the tune was today excruciatingly mournful. The sea of pain was in high tide……when I listened her I was lost in the labyrinth of my unhappy past and the decade-long loneliness that I was in……

Abruptly, I heard a terrible spasm of smoker’s cough! And I heard the music stop and the song too. The lady could not sing further. I heard her violently coughing. The night was cold and dark. And I pined for the lady singing again. In my mind the song lingered, also the painful tune on the violin……..But she did not sing again nor the tune of the violin filled the air……..

I knew not how I moved in the direction of the singer-musician. But I neared her. I neared her more than I was nearer to my SOUL. Now I found her to be half-asleep on a cold cement bench because of her life-long exertion. She had peacefully leaned on the cement bench after spitting blood out of her ever smoking lungs. She had already smoked a lot and the hard and burning smell of tobacco was the only sign of her presence in the mid-night ……. I felt she was one whom I knew from the last MILLENNIUM. And I love her so much. I raised her with my trembling hands and held her sleepy motionless body in my arms and pressed my cheek in hers and saw tear drops from my eyes rolling down and touching her silent lips those smoked and sang so much…….. THE NIGHT WAS DARK AND DEEP BUT I LOVED TO STAY IN THE DARK FOREVER, WITH HER. I simply loved her because SHE WAS LOVE AND PAIN……

 

 

Singing in Unison

“No one was there. I had taken a temporary respite from the busy life. I was there but alone, away from the town-life. I looked at the sky; I looked at the surrounding trees. And felt to be one among them. Now a leaf gently fell from a tree but the fall was melodious with the wavy falling movement. I placed a foot on a rock and leaned a bit on it. A beautiful song was reaching my ear from the Mp3 player. I closed my eyes. I meditated and was overjoyed for the freedom, as a man, to enter to the garden of Nature; for the trees that shadowed me like a loving mother; for the rock beneath my feet that had supported my weight like my father. And in the voice of the singer I heard the loving words of God…… “

(Deep in our heart we all have an all-absorbing longing to get dissolved in the rhythm of the Universal but oft, the chasms of distractions hide the spark from our vision. So we rush madly, in all possible directions, to get connected to the Universal and find the true spirit of our existence.

As a result, some meditate and discover peace and some sit before FACEBOOK to get that same Spiritual Connection. Just approaches differ. No doubt, many a times, many approaches, may turn out to be simply chasing a mirage. But this quest, irrespective of all sensible to all nonsensical approaches, denotes that overwhelming and inherent spiritual urge present in all of us. Whatever may be the approach or approaches, we all crave for an uninterrupted connection of the INTERNAL with the EXTERNAL.   And it will be always apt to return to the safe domains of spirituality and remove the barricading forces that stand in the way to our Limitlessness and unification with Anima mundi……Apart from numberless approaches; one is, pouring oneself out on pen and paper: IT IS INTOXICATING when it is accompanied by music from Mp3 player.)    

Kiss Locked Vs FB Blocked

For so many years I searched her name on the social networking sites to discover her whereabouts. And ironically, her name too proved to be elusive like her on those popular social networking sites. I hit 100s of profiles in search of her but they turned to be other than her. I had been perhaps a blocked entity to her profile……

However, one day I saw those speaking eyes and expressive lips half hidden in her silky hair. And in short, she looked angelic. I discovered her but I did not send her a friend request and before she clicked the “Block” button I downloaded her photos and saved in a folder named, “My first kiss” …….I sent her a short message and the next day her profile was not found……I WAS BLOCKED.

That day, I smiled and remembered the date and time when I was just KISS LOCKED with her. However, her one click on the “BLOCK” button now forced me to whisper myself the words…….”Terribly immature and heartless.”

Moral of the story: Faster means of communication is never a guarantee of bridging up the distance of hearts. Instead of COMMUNICATION it may cause more MISCOMMUNICATION.

A tribute to the king of romance:Mr.Rajesh Khanna

On the hearts of the millions he has indelibly put the signature of those dimpled bright smiles, romantic crinkling of innocent eyes, joyful dancing, gay abandon and that tilting of head. For all times to come his fans will sing with him, “Zindagi ek safar he suhana”.

His short stay on the planet has epitomized what optimism is and has taught millions to Smile when life is the toughest. “Pushpa I hate tears…..”  

An Understanding calmness induced by rain.

The trees looked green after a life-enriching shower and the soil exuded vapours of the rain that had bathed it a while ago. And in the moistful atmosphere I held you in my arms and the waves of empathy mingled and a rare experience of understanding calmness saturated life.