Rendezvous with Black

What happens…
When clouds of gloom engulf you.

What happens…
When you lose road to dark bushes.

What happens…
When you realize your eyes see ‘black.’

Puzzled vibes. Sorts of intrigue. Much suspense and a handful of drama.

Meet Black – The significant.
Its the ultimate vibrant hue around us. Our basic habitat in which we live most of the time. On general terms black is perceived as the opaque layer of life, which avoids contact with light. But, have you ever pondered Black itself is light?

Rare, but true.

How?
‘Blank’ can be white. But ‘Black out’ is black. The phase of black out then meets the phase of blank creating rays of unseen light to seep inside and search new paradigms.
Close your eyes. Shut your mind. Now you belong to the dark room. Allow the inner conscience to awaken and speak. Lets, first clear all stir and empty the soul. You will find the purest aura of radiant black throwing positive energy around to transcend in different plateaus. The naked black allows you to connect with your inner self and transform you to a higher level of yourself, which then seemed unknown. Black gives fresh air to outgrow from your current bubbles and breathe a different you. Its yogic in form and immerses you in immense tranquility. The mind beckons peace. Stunning thoughts once again pour fresh blood into the stream. New dimensions, untraveled paths, youthful strength and goodness of life – become the focal points. It’s healing. Well, its black.

Now, who am I?
I am mindful.
And self aware.

I am stunning.
Still elegant.

I am reviving.
And evoke style.

I wear attitude.
And look sexy.

I am distinctive.
Still sophisticated.

I am fluid.
And seamless.

I am deep.
To absorb pessimism.

I command power.
And augment celebration.

I chose ‘Black.’ 

Black opens the mind’s eye. It teaches to visualize who and where I want to be. It gives undying faith to all beliefs. It envisions the road of what I want to journey on. I didn’t lose road in woods. I discovered the road less travelled. Black – the spot, which I took to be a dark stain, actually turned out to be the tint of new hope and new beginnings.

Black is eternal.
You rise from the dust and you go back to the dust. Man is created from ashes to merge back into the same ashes. When life ends, the soul meets the eternal black. The gulf of universal cosmos absorbs and dissolves it in a wide blanket of black. Black is thus soluble. It dissolves. It floats. Still, Black stays. Once again it is re-born to the chakra of karma. Black is non-perishable.

 

Blank Canvas

In you I see,
A million stories.
Some to capture,
Some to release.

Lets release,
Dry empty eyes.
Cocooned shells.
Little nothingness.
Hollow space shacks.
Suspended opinions.
And, some aimless desires.

Together lets capture,
White spaces.
Reigning designs.
Thinking pads.
Creative kick starts.
Endless possibilities.
New opportunities.
Focused goalposts.
Black dots.
And, seamless patterns.

Blank Canvas,
I say…
Is nothing.
But a perception.
Of shallow thoughts,
And captive ideas.

Feminism

No boast to praise,
No toast to raise,
I hit a simple truth,
Feminine… I am.
Feminism is me.

The bold individualism.
The attitude in my sleeves.
The mark of silent attention.
The comfort of my jeans.
The scars on my skin.
Allow me to grow thick and thin.

Enthral bold experiences.
Skill thrilling adventures.
Sail mighty endurances.
Toughen gentle resolves.
Perceive grim battles.
Aim me to stand high and tall.

The womb of world,
Calls me names.
Ripping through shuttering eyes,
My feminism cuts barriers ahead.
For new terrains and green plains.

Feminine… I am.
Feminism is me.

Usool – The Principle!

Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Na hai uski jaat.
Kaise kahe badi woh baat,
Kya tum jaano uski kitni aukaat?

Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Kitne lagaye anginat rok.
Mohallon se woh aise guzre,
Apni dagar woh likhte chale.

Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Bin taal ke taan chedte rahe.
Par taalim se jude bane,
Yahan, wahan suron ke saaz lagate gaye.

Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Sanaton mein siskiyaan rote hue.
Toofan ka sanket dete gaye.
Jhujte rahe… par jeet ki kashti paar karte gaye.

Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Mukam ki dorr kheechte hue.
Raah mein faasle badhate chale,
Manzil yunhi fateh paati rahe.

Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Unhe banaye kisne?
Mann ka sawaal bana usool,
Raaz mein jawab de gaya usool.

Oye yaaron…Thoda samjho inhe,
Usool bade bedhangi hai!

 

 

 

Raat – The Black Night!

Yeh raat har roz aati,
Jaane kitne sanaate laati,
Tum kya jaano sanaato ko,
Chupein kai gehre raaz jo.

Dheemi-si chali lambi raat,
Kehti kuch iski kaali jaat,
Sunn dastaan ishq ki,
Mohabbat ke jalte jazbaat ki.

Aaj ki raat akeli yunh,
Dhuan kaali chaadar ka kyon,
Sochu shayad tum aaj aao,
Adhuri aaz ko jaam pilao.

Banke shaayar main baitha,
Haale-e-dil kuch bayaan karta,
Khaamoshi ka izhar karta,
Chandni raat tera deedar karta.

Khoobsoorti tham si gayi,
Dabe hoth sil se gaye,
Sehmi baahein ruki na gayi,
Bikhri silvatein ek paheli de gayi.

Yeh raat har roz aati,
Jaane kitne sanaate laati,
Tum kya jaano sanaato ko,
Chupein kai gehre raaz jo.

Destiny

Is destiny my sorrow…
Or the reason of the deathly gallows!
Could it be my rejoice…
Else, my true respite!

What is destiny?
Who maketh it?

Thou is my choice.
My armour. My shield.
I am its creator.
In me lies its destruction.
I crumble it.
I resurrect it.

A spell of dark nights,
Stands a white stallion upright.
Paving the dim twilight,
I cross the dense woods.
Reigning a ride of pride,
I mount for my destiny.

Landing on happy surfaces,
My eyes greet ‘Monsieur Monk.’
Hands out two omens,
He demands; make a choice.

Son…choose black, choose white,
Carve thou best luck,
And climb the fate ladder.

O great monk, I replied…
Black is the robe of my scar.
White is my lucky star.
While I adorn the black,
I rise in the glowing white.
I maketh my own ‘Destiny.’
Destiny ain’t a choice to life.
Destiny is my way of life.

Dil kyon rota hai – Tears!

Dil kyon rota hai…
Bebas tu kyon hota hai,
Saala apna hi koi khota hai,
Aansoo tu kyon peeta hai.

Anjaano ka mela hai,
Akela tu kyon sota hai,
Aahat teri sune na koi,
Dard tu kyon sehta hai.

Bheed ki awaaz sunn,
Hawa se khoj na paoon,
Tujh tak kaise pahuchu,
Bheetar se tu kyon bolta hai.

Khaamoshi se baitha hai,
Mehsoos kaise karu,
Dhadkan yunh ruk gayi aise,
Waada tu kyon karta hai.

Dil kyon rota hai…
Bebas tu kyon hota hai,
Jhooth aisa bolta hai,
Pal woh ek dhoka hai,
Tanha mann aaj kehta hai,
Zindagi tera saath chota hai,
Dil tu kyon rota hai!

Kaabil – The Able Mind!

Main aisa kyon hoon?
Main waisa kyon hoon?
Aksar main sochu yoonh…

Raaton ko na soye…
Lootera koi churaiye chain,
Khuli potli… nikli toli,
Shikayat bani badi kahaani.

Kyon na aage badha…
Maksat ne mukam ko choda,
Haar bhi lagi itni nyaari,
Main bana ‘Mr. Sthaayi.’

Maa ki daat chila ke boli,
Teacher ki maar zor se padi,
Pitaji ne phir haari baazi,
Dost ne bhi de di gaali.

Din bane hafte,
Aur hafte beetein saal,
Mann se goonji ek pukar,
Arz kar pyaare… ‘kaabil’ mere bhai.

Phir ek din aaya,
Naya daur laya,
Chal uth mere sher,
Bola… Main hoon kaabil.

Mann ka kona tatol,
Oorja ki kiran ko khol,
Bana apni raah khud,
Aisi soch tu bol.

Tera aks hoon main,
Saamne khada hoon main,
Thoda bheetar jaankh,
Apni manzil ko talash.

Aao nayi umang rache,
Jag ki rekha ko jode,
Khwaab jaga hoonar ka,
Hounsla bana laajawab.

Band moothi ki duniya choti,
Khuli hatheli ka aasmaan niraala,
Alag soch ka banja taara,
Kaabil hai; maa ka laadla.

Main aisa kyon hoon?
Main waisa kyon hoon?
Kore panno pe likhu yoonh…
Main ‘Kaabil.’
Kaabil meri soch.
Soch se rahe pehchaan.
Pehchaan se saara zamaana.
Zamaane se aage main.
Mujhse meri zindagi.
Zindagi se mera wajud.
Wajud se mera kaam.
Kaam se mera naam.

: Perception

Clutched in shackles of bondage,
Peace is my destination.
Running cold shivers to the spine,
Tranquility is nothing but a perception.

I walk the aisle of fire,
Draining the truth in vain.
My gumboots ran cold in chilly snow,
Warmth is nothing but a perception.

Cold blood baths wet my land,
Loathing cries pain the new widow.
Sacrifice inherits delirium,
Revenge is nothing but a perception.

Violence ain’t any solution,
Vengeance is no justice.
The able mind to strum the right chord,
Happiness is then a real perception.

Happiness strings music,
Music plays harmony,
Harmony bridges freedom,
Freedom unveils salvation,
Salvation is then nothing,
My only ‘true perception.’

 

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