Hide and Seek


1519904_739913122688184_613559671_oNever ever I tried to play with the beast
Its roar though rhythmic gives me goose bumps
It’s like the piano and the waves act like the keys
I tried calling it, the voice dissolved with its roar

While trying to build a connection, I saw a little crow
With all its ease, playing around
Happiness is the freedom it has
Happiness is the carefree life it enjoys
Hardly it used the wings
The tiny jumps wee good enough to escape

The jealous me, yet to find a connect
Still calling the beast to join me for a conversation
I was feeling like a loner
The motor boats were approaching the coast
The little crow was still busy
Some stray dogs joined now
All are having fun
I am left out.. the loner !

What is that I am missing it here
Why I am unable to connect
The other side of the corridor, I am clueless
The dancing waves, playing piano
The musical mystic morning
And the happy little crow
All are god enough to make my nerves down
I am broken, not into pieces but into multiple thoughts

Why I am feeling, some words I am unable to decode
The words of the waves
The musical piano
Come, let’s play….
This came from inside…
Forgetting past
Not being Nostalgic
I looked at it with questioning eyes
Started decoding the words of the waves
Started getting into the lyrics of the piano
Trying to find the rhythm which made the little crow dance
And I was broken into thoughts

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Slowly I am getting into it,
The waves that are coming near and going away
Again the same things
On a repeat mode
Trying to escape from my eyes
My eye-lashes moving with its every move
My mind is shifting as it comes nearer
It is clearing out every footstep I had created
Wiping out the names I had written on the sand
I am trying again and it’s doing the same
Is it not it deliberate..¡¡¡
The words are clearer
The moves are more appropriate now
I can sense it loud
Enough for self-realisation
For my wish of playing with the beast
Hide and Seek …

Happily…

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Voice of the Valley


I am Srinagar
A misspelled word
Not once, time n again
Used abused and misused
Like never before.
They came, they saw and they conquered me
On their own wishes
And own style.
Not even once
I could say what I wanted to.
My voice was curtailed
With bullets or landmines and now the palet guns,
I don’t know who is a militant or army or who has what, AK 47 or 56
I took them all
In my chest.
Every bullet fired since decades
I have only seen blood, hatred.
I am little tired now
Not for the bullets but for the battles, I am fighting within me.

 

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Early morning fishing at Dal lake.

 

I am just stand-still
Amidst the simplicity
The beauty of nature
The curvy roads and wooden glass houses
The Jhelum and Dal,
I am Srinagar, I am alive.
Ask me, what I want
Ask me, the solution of your problems.
Ask me, what you do not know.
Ask me, before you take a stand about me.
I am a silent monk
Preaching peace, but nobody cares
I am Srinagar and i m struggling
Between life and death
Between love n hatred
Between stones n bullets
Between misfortune and mistakes
Yes, I am alive, like you all.

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I am not a symbol of Indo-Pak tension.
I am the valley of affection.
The nature at its perfection,
I am just like your favorite music
You listen to it once
Again, once again, then again
I am the messenger of peace
With much love to spread across the hearts,
I am the silent strings of a broken guitar
Been failing to be tuned in.
My wishes are in shambles.
I m scared of losing myself
In the crowd of political jargons
Amidst the laws that hold me tight
Even tighter.
I am unable to breathe.
Losing my confidence
To fight back to all adversities
And judgemental eyes
Quite unsure about the future
Rather I must say next day,
I am Srinagar, alive
Just alive without the Life
I am Srinagar, alive
Just alive, with a mere hope
Peace prevails everywhere.
Peace prevails everywhere.

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Happily…

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Obsession is bliss


With every passing day
I discover a new in me.
I change like the time flies
Perhaps as if we compete
The change is constant
With a new obsession
A new me..

The age old theory of Darwin
We evolve, we grow, we change
We cry we shout and we scream
We seek, we fight, we achieve
We smile, being content like a winner
What we ultimately conquor
Is a new Obsession
We are humans

Who is Buddha or Vivekananda
A human, a saint or god
A belief or a force
What made them immortal
Just a propaganda ???
Oh yes, The energy
The power to diminish the obsession

Look around
People by your sides
From Hilary to trump
From Osama to Obama
Modi to Mamta
You, me, and everyone
Are we good enough
With our thoughts
With the values we carry
With the message we spread
The paths we follow
Are not we victims
Of hipocricy
And arrogance
Rather collective obsession.

Ever tried looking at things you love most
Ever looked at your best moments
Ever thought about your biggest achievements
The best gift, the favorite dress, last holiday trip,
Memorable birthday celebration, That match when sachin scored 200
The one Sourav took off the T-shirt
All belongingness
The nostalgia moments
The #tags and all checked-ins
You know what!!!!
Didn’t you realised ???
Well, yes. You are obsessed.

Now don’t get surprised
Of all obsessions you have in life
Some I reminded and some you are connecting now
Do you think it to be wrong
Being obsessed ?
Do you think you are poised with mere obsessions in life.
Hold on your breaths.
Just another few seconds
Let me make it loud.
You are normal
Not insane
Not poised
Neither at fault
Intentionally or being innocent
Just feel free and normal.
Because
Things what we call Obsession
Is just another Synonyms of life
You are obssesed
Means, be happy. Be content.
And thank your God or Allah or Ram.
You are OBSESSED. You are ALIVE

 

Happily…

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ଚିଠି ର ଚିଠି


ସାଇକେଲର ଘଂଟି ବାଜିଲା ବେଳକୁ ଖୁସି କହିଲେ ନ ସରେ
ମାଟିଆ ରଂଗର ଖାକି ପୋଷାକ ପିନ୍ଧା ମଉସାର ସାଇକେଲର କେଁକଟର ଶଦ୍ଦ
ରାୟ ବାବୁ, ଚିଠି ଆସିଛି
ବାସ୍ ସେତିକି । ସେ ଖୁସିର ପରିଭାଷା ନିର୍ଣ୍ଣୟ କରିବାର ସତ ସାହାସ ବୋଧେ ଆଜି ନାହିଁ

କଂଟ୍ରୋଲ ଏ କଂଟ୍ରୋଲ ଭି ଆଉ କଂଟ୍ରୋଲ ଜେଡର ପରିଧିରୁ ବହୁତ ଉଦ୍ଧ୍ୱର୍ରେ ଚିଠିର ପରିଭାଷା
କେତେ କେତେ ଅଧା ଲେଖା କାଗଜର ଟୁକୁଡା, ପରେ ଡଙ୍ଗା ହୋଇ ଓଳି ତଳ ପାଣିରେ ବହି ଯାଇଛି

କେବେ ଭାବିଛ ପୁଅର ପ୍ରଥମ ଚାକିରୀର ମନିଅର୍ଡରରେ ଆସିଥିବା ଟଙ୍କା
ତାକୁ ହାତରେ ଧରି ଗାଁ ଦାଣ୍ଡରେ ଛାତି ଫୁଲେଇ ଚାଲୁଥିବା ତା ମଳିମୁଣ୍ଡିଆ ବାପା
କେବେ ମନେ ପକେଇଛ, ଦୂର ଗାଁଆରୁ ଭଉଣୀର ରାକ୍ଷୀ,
ତା ସହ ପ୍ରଥମ କରି ମାମୁଁ ବୋଲାଇବାର ସୁଖବର
କେବେ ଚିନ୍ତା କରିଛ ପ୍ରଥମ କରି ବାପା ହେବା ପରେ,
ଡାକ ବାଲା ହାତରେ ଗୁଞ୍ଜି ଦେଇଥିବା ଖୁସିର ସନ୍ତକ

କି ଖୁସି, ସତେ ଯେମିତି ଚିଠି ତ ନୂହେଁ, ଖୁସିର ସୈାଦାଗର ।

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ନୁଆ କରି କଲେଜରେ ପାଦ ଥାପିଥିବା ରୋମିଓର ହାଥ ଥରା ପ୍ରେମ ପତ୍ର
ବନ୍ଧୁକର କଠୋରତାରେ ଖୁସି ସାଉଂଟୁଥିବା ସେଇ ଯବାନ ପାଇଁ ଦୂର ଦେଶରୁ ସନେ୍ଦଶ
ପ୍ରଥମ ଚାକିରୀର ପ୍ରଥମ ନିଦେ୍ର୍ଦଶନାମା
କି ଦେଇପାରିବ ଜିମେଲର ଇନବକ୍ସରେ ଆସିଥିବା ନୂଆ ମେଲ
ଅବା ହ୍ୱାଟସଆପ୍ର ଫାଳିକିଆ ଜିଭ ଦେଖେଇଥିବା ସ୍ମାଇଲି

ଏଠି ଇତିହାସ ସୃଷ୍ଟି କରିଛିି ଚିଠି
ନେହେରୁଙ୍କ ପାଖରୁ ଇନ୍ଦିରାଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ ରାଜନୀତି ଗୁରୁମନ୍ତ୍ର ବହନ କରୁଥିବା ଚିଠି ହେଉ
ବା ବିରହ ବେଦନାରେ ପତ୍ନୀ ହେମଲତାଙ୍କ ପାଖକୁ କବି ମାୟାଧର ମାନସିଂ ଲେଖିଥିବା
ରୋମାଂଚକର ଓ ପ୍ରିତୀ ପ୍ରଣୟର ମୁକସାକ୍ଷୀ ହେମପତ୍ର

ମନେ ଅଛି ପୋଷ୍ଟକାର୍ଡର ସେଇ ଓଦାଳିଆ ବାସନା
ଆଉ ସେଇ ନୀଳ ରଙ୍ଗିଆ ଇନଲାଣ୍ଡ ଲେଟର
ମନେ ଅଛି !!!!!!

ଯଦି ନାଁ, କରିଦିଅ ମୋର ଅନ୍ତିମ ସଂସ୍କାର
ଦେଇ ଦିଅ ମତେ ମେଲାଣି

ଆଉ ଯଦି ହଁ, ରହୁଛି ।
ଚିଠି ପାଇ ଚିଠି ଦବ

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Happily…

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ବିଜେତା ଆଉ ବାଜିଗର


କେବେ ବିନା କାରଣ ରେ ଖୁସି ହୋଇଛନ୍ତି
କେବେ ବିନା ଲୁହରେ କାନ୍ଦିଛନ୍ତି
କେବେ ନିଜ ଅସହାୟତାକୁ ଉପଭୋଗ କରିଛନ୍ତି
ଜୀବନରେ ଅନେକ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନର ଉତ୍ତର ଖୋଜିବା ନିରର୍ଥକ
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ସମୟର ପଥରେ ଆମେ ସହଚାରୀ
କେବେ ଅବାଟୁଆ ଆଉ କେବେ ଦିଶାହରା
ବାଟରେ ଚାଲୁ ଚାଲୁ କେବେ କେବେ ପୁଣି
ନୂତନ ପଥର ସନ୍ଧାନ ଓ କେବେ ଏକ ବିବର୍ତ୍ତନ
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କେବେ ଭଲପାଇଛନ୍ତି ପ୍ରକୃତିକୁ
ଯଦି ହଁ ତେବେ ଅନୁଭବ କରିଛନ୍ତି
ତାର ଘୁମୁରି ଘୁମୁରି କାନ୍ଦଣା !!
ଅନେକ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନର ବାଣ ଆଉ ଦ୍ଵନ୍ଦର ପରିସୀମା ବାହାରେ
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ପିଲାଦିନ ବୋହୁଚୋରି ଖେଳ
ରଜ ଦୋଳି ଆଉ ପୋଡପିଠା
ଗାଁ ଦାଣ୍ଡ ଆଉ ଚାଟଶାଳୀ ମୁଠି ଚାଉଳ
ବର୍ଣବୋଧ ବହି; ଆଜି ଅତୀତର ପାଖୁଡା ଭଳି
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ଫେସବୁକରେ ସେଲଫି ରୁ ଇନଷ୍ଟାର ହାର୍ଷ ଟାଗ ଯାଏଁ
ନିଜ ବାଜା ନିଜେ ବଜେଇବାର ପ୍ରତିଯୋଗୀତା
କେବେ ହାର କେବେ ପୁଣି ଜିତିବାର ଖୁସି
ସତେ ଯେମିତି ପ୍ରଥମ ପ୍ରେମର ହାତ ଲେଖା ପ୍ରେମ ନିବେଦନ
ଲାଜକୁଳି ପ୍ରେମିକାର ଲକ୍ଷେ ଟଙ୍କିଆ ପ୍ରଥମ ହସରେ ଅଭିବାଦନ
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କବିତାର ଦୁଇ ଧାଡିରେ ନିଜକୁ ଦେଖିବାର ଖୁସି
ଆଇନା ସାମନାରେ ଭିନ୍ନ ଏକ ପ୍ରତିବିମ୍ବର କାମନାରତ
ନାଉରିଆର କାତରେ କବିତାର ପ୍ରଥମ ଧାଡି ଖୋଜୁଥିବା କବି
ସବୁ ଭାବନାର ବଶିତ । ଆତ୍ମ ଅନୁଶୀଳନତାରୁ ଉପନ୍ୟାସ
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ପୁଣି ସେଇ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନ !
ଟିକେ ଭିନ୍ନତା ସହ,
କେବେ ଅନ୍ୟର ଖୁସି ରେ ଖୁସି ହୋଇଛନ୍ତି
କେବେ ଆଉ କାହା ଲୁହକୁ ନିଜର କରିଛନ୍ତି
କେବେ ଅସହାୟତାରୁ ନୂତନ ଅଶାର ଆଲୋକକୁ ଦେଖିଛନ୍ତି
ଯଦି ହଁ, ଅଭିନନ୍ଦନ !
ପରାଜୟ ର ଶୃଙ୍ଖଳ ଛିନ୍ନ କରି,
ସମୟକୁ ପଛରେ ପକାଇ
ଆପଣ,
ଜୀବନ ଯୁଦ୍ଧରେ ବିଜେତା ଆଉ ବାଜିଗର ।
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Happily…
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Life Simplified


The wind spread across the coast
Said few words,
In it’s silence.
No matter how complicated life is,
Just follow me.

The sands
Could make it simple and sweet
Be it the confusions of life
Or relationships
It is needed, the believe & trust
to keep it running
to make it loving.

Come…
Have bath at my courtyard
Let me wash your stress
Let me clean you
From sorrows and agony.

From the Horizon
A voice came
You are beautiful.
From heart and from soul
You are beautiful.

Focusing on things
That are beautiful and pleasant
Are the best moments & best captures
are not by the lens, but with the eyes.

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Are Prettier than they appear.

Just a little step ahead
Be the person you want to be.
Change the things you want to
Chase the target you dreamt of
I am with you.

It was never the wind,made me fly.
It was always me, myself
Who wished to be a bird

Being cage free, To fly high… higher… highest

Look at the eyes of the machine.
Which has an eye,
To make you believe,
what you saw.
But I suggest
Be the eye, Be the vision

Walk against the flow,
It will make you or break yo
But you will win
Because you tried

Beauty lies in the eyes of
BEHOLDER. Then i see you.

Moments I miss the most,
Are not gonna come again.
But memories…
Can you wipe them out.
Thousand images
and reflections
of your presence.
I see you,
through the eyes of my heart
through the lens of those memoirs.

#EveryWordisForYou

Happily…

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The Irony Of A Festival That Celebrates Menstruation


I belong to a rather poor state and the State government often demands funds from the Centre to alleviate this dire issue of poverty. When I say poor, there is a lot that can be added to this definition of poverty. A state which is infamous for witchcraft and the violence on women leading to murders has a long way to go before it sees a change in the mind sets of people. This state is still witnessing pregnant mothers migrating from native villages to work in the brick kilns of neighbouring states, giving birth to babies inside dingy settlements in Andhra Pradesh and Tamil Nadu. This state is still struggling with an open defecation problem which is a rampant habit among men and women, but the irony is that women can only go to defecate either before sunrise or after sunset to ward off and avoid onlookers.

Amidst many such issues which put women in the back seat, there is yet another concern which is still a taboo and not much effort has been made in that direction and not many social media campaigns have been initiated to make people understand that women’s menstrual cycles are commonplace occurrence just like any other act of daily life. Being a man, I may not be able to justify the issue to others to a life-changing extent but, yes I can definitely set an example by talking about it in the open.

If I look back on my graduation days, I can still remember that menstruation was a funny topic used to crack dirty jokes against those girls who were both our batch-mates and friends.  I came to learn more about it only when I first had a girlfriend and there was this guilty feeling I underwent when I came to know about the pain and suffering she went through every month. Now however, I have been seeing a lot of awareness about this on the internet and in other forms of social media but the state is yet to become fully aware of this problem. Hence, it is now time to educate statesmen about some very important facts of life which they may or may not be aware of.

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While I was listening to Mr. Anshu Gupta, the Magasaysay awardee, speak on this issue, he mentioned the poor and unhygienic sanitary practices of women and girls in many rural parts of the state. I could relate quiet well to it since I have seen that in most of the villages, shopkeepers do not even store sanitary pads and this is an indicator of the seriousness of the issue. However, in urban settings and cities even, menstruation is ridden with myths and many don’t like to talk about it In public; shopkeepers in fact use a piece of newspaper to wrap them up in.

Funnily enough, the same state celebrates a four-day long festival across the region and most importantly in rural areas, in celebration of womanhood. This festival is primarily meant for young girls and symbolizes those cultural practices which applaud the fertility of mother earth. Symbolically, the young girls celebrate the festival as a matter of joy and enjoy these four days with great enthusiasm. During the first three days of the festival and on the last day, it is traditionally a time to get cleaned up which is symbolically done by women washing their grinding stones with turmeric paste and adorning it with flowers and sindoor.

During the festival, girls wear new clothes every day and they do not do any other work apart from sitting, relaxing, roaming around and playing on tree swings since they are banned to walk about barefoot. They apply make – up and walk around in groups, visit friends and eat locally made cakes. There are several other customs and traditions and flexibility that these young girls enjoy without knowing as much as the crux the festival is premised upon. Some historians and cultural enthusiasts are absolutely clueless about the origin of this festival. However, many have admitted that the seriousness of the festival lies in the fact that people do not actually know why it is being celebrated in the first place.

‘Raja Mahotsava’ or ‘Raja Paraba’ is an annual festival that is dedicated to the celebration of womanhood, fertility and more importantly, menstruation. The word ‘Raja’ comes from ‘Rajaswala’, which actually means menstruating women. It is believed that during this time, mother earth menstruates and hence she must be given respite from work. It is even believed that the rain god/s pours heavily during this time in order to lessen the pain that mother earth undergoes. Unfortunately, this festival is being celebrated among ignorant young girls and hardly any of them even know the basics about it. It is high time they did. When people and mostly young men and women are vocal enough in many Indian cities to talk about menstrual taboos and practices, there is a further requirement for everybody to talk more about it in public spaces. Fathers should make their daughters comfortable enough to discuss these issues with and this should be included in educational curriculum across the country to make both girls and boys aware of things which are natural processes and certainly not taboos.

In most parts of the state, when people annually celebrate womanhood, it is much more welcoming and important indeed to let people know the reasons and importance behind celebrating this festival. Given the many problems when it comes to gender issues in my state, it is now time for everyone to open up about the fact that just like mother earth, every single woman menstruates as well and there is absolutely nothing to hide or be ashamed of!

This Article was first published in Menstrupedia.com

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