A whisper of Immortality

I walked on the desolate shores,
hearing the eternal roars of ocean.
When those distant voices called my name,
With my moist eyes, I turned back to only see
nothing but those barren slopes.
With despair seizing my heart,
my mind’s eye saw darkness all over.
Then came a silver-ray chasing the gloom
With the bliss all over,
flowers blossomed to the fullest,
to witness her heaven born radiance.
With the winds of Heaven unfettered,
She landed, just to take any all my murk.
This moment was my soul’s highest pleasure.
She then took me to her bosom, and whispered, just three words!

She is my Hope..............

From the darkest skies of life,
Tearing the gloomy clouds,
She comes as a ray of hope.
Empowering my vision,
Enstrengthening my mission.
With her ethereal touch and an earthly clasp
she takes me to a cliff edge!
I hope, she teaches me fly
or, catches me before I die..!

Infinite Feelings,Finite words

Have I ever told you?
If I sit really still and silent,
and get lost in my own world,
I experience your heart beating in time with mine?
Have I ever told you?
When I watch you speak to methrough lines and cords,
bits and bytes,
I imagine your voice,
whispering into my ear?
Have I ever told you?
I wait out every day in anticipation,
longing for an hour or two,
waiting even for that secondin space and time,
to get closer to you.
Have I ever told you?
There have been times when I ached for youso badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me,
I sat down and broke down into tears.
Have I ever told you?
Sometimes, I try to reach you,
by touching your name on a cold screen before me,
wishing that I could reach in and pull you to me.
Have I ever told you?
The first time I heard the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away,
I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over in my mind,
examining it, like some newly discovered species of flower?
Have I ever told you?
I would give everything up,
just for one night and lay near you,
to feel your chest rise and fall with each breath you take,
just to know that you exist and live for me.
Have I ever told you?
I dream of you often,
reaching me outwith a healing touch on forehead,
simplyto let me know that you are here to ensure that everything is okay.
Have I ever told you?that I am just a heartbeat away from you!!

Lost in the tempest!!

The heart print you leave on me is incredible!Lost in the whirlpool of emotions,I remain Thoughtless,Speechless, Motionless...
Whenever I see you,my heart skips a beatAnd I remain helplessamidst the tempest of mix feeing.
But, it’s not the storm that bringssad thoughts or the ones for fear!!
I'm not scared with you near meand I am not afraid of youbut the only thing I wish was truewas that you love me too!!
Believe me; I just can’t stop falling for youTrust me; I just can’t help admiring you!!

We the Change

Almost hundred hours ago, on the 60th republic day of our country, boldness of my hope was at its zenith. But I should say, the magnitude of my hope pales into insignificance when compared to the degree of expectation the world population has revealed less than a week ago. The world, especially the United States believes Mr. Obama to be a messenger of god, sent onto the earth during these troubled times. No wonder he is believed to be a savior, who would change the fate of the world affairs and restore back the hegemony of the United States. Ever since Barack Obama first announced his candidacy in Springfield, Illinois, almost two years ago, we have witnessed a series of "historic moments" - each more portentous than the last. His inauguration as the 44th president of the US marked a curtain call on a symbolic storyline in varying degrees dramatic, implausible and impressive.Since that heady election night, most of the posters and badges supporting him have remained on display - as though to take them down would prematurely surrender his victory moment to posterity. Most bore his likeness in socialist realist style while bearing single word commands like Hope, Believe and Change. From the moment he lifted his hand and took the oath (twice), the popular transition from dream to reality, and aspiration to destination just began. Obama's supporters will have to wake up to the fact that he has arrived. From this point on, the issue is no longer what he is and means, but what he does. The economy has shifted from recession to slump and from laissez-faire to state intervention, while Gaza has gone from an open prison to a mass graveyard. At convenient moments Obama has claimed that there can only be one president at a time. But the truth is that for much of the last two years there has been none. Being a lame duck is one part of George Bush's tenure that he has taken seriously, even as the country has been crying out for leadership. So, undeniably there is a lot of weight to put on those skinny shoulders.Not for the first time, ridiculous claims will be made for this particular historical moment. Some say this could not happen anywhere else, without acknowledging that putting one in three black men born at the turn of this century in jail could not happen anywhere else either. A black man in the White House seems so unlikely precisely because a black man in prison, dead or impoverished is so much more likely. While, some claim that Obama's advance shows that anyone in America can make it, regardless of race or class, without acknowledging that, in fact, class fluidity and racial uplift are in fact in retreat, and have been for several years. And yet others will insist that a black face will help promote US interests abroad, without acknowledging that the defaced face of American foreign policy for the last eight years. Those who hold that America is a land of boundless opportunity and relentless progress are no fans of fact or history.But when the applause dies down, the first African-American President of the United States will have to deal with things less cheerful than his inaugural ball. May be, he will have to create jobs on a scale unheard of in decades in his nation. Unemployment benefits, giant public works, massive infrastructure spending, a good health system, and every other activity that would help lessen the hardship ahead. Nevertheless, all this is a Herculean task, in-fact, it’s an Obama task.Over to the president.

26/11, 26/12, 26/1… I hope, I’m right!

I shall wait with utmost verve for the emails and comments from my readers on this post.
The recent terrorist attacks in Mumbai might have shaken the foundations of our biggest buildings, but I bet, they cannot touch the strong Indian foundation. These acts might have shattered steel, but they cannot dent the steel of Indian resolve. It’s the resolve that’s keeping us together despite a diverse society divided by caste, creed, culture, cuisine, and conviction, costume, custom but still united around a democratic consensus. Many editorials, news reports, political commentators might have stated their opinion on this incident in all possible panache. So, why then, should I have urge write this, and that too after a fortnight? Although, the sounds of gunfire and grenades have died down, the dust has settled down, shards of glass and plaster are cleared, the blood is washed away, and the eerie silence has given way once again to the reassuring urban life, the reverberations of those cries didn’t die down in my heart, so as with many of my fellow Indians...
The city might not be strange to terror attacks, but the scale, audacity and planning of these blasts shook the international community including many Islamic communities the world over. I wonder, why only these assassins - who were anonymous and not hooded managed to draw so many international audience? In contrast the previous blasts in cities of Hyderabad, Bangalore, Delhi remained in headline for not more than 100 hours. The recent blasts have provoked serious questions and in fact many hysterical prescriptions were offered in the electronic media. For the first time in the Indian history, the home minister, defense minister and even the prime minister offered to resign taking the moral responsibility for the massacre. Of course, some say, it’s just a political hype. But the so called political drama was never witness in the past.
So, what makes these blasts so unusual? One segment said, the terror attacks targeted the rich and the elite, and hence the reaction. In India, tragedy of rich always fascinates and compels the society. Remember the media’s attention to the kidnap of Adobe Vice president’s son? May be, even in death, hierarchy rules. Many cameras followed ATS chief Hament Karkare’s funeral, but what about the six constables who laid down their lives? Do they go into the list of unsung heroes? The above arguments cannot be gainsaid, but it's only to an extent.
Mumbai on 26th November became the fountainhead. It triggered lots of emotions, and I wish they do not die down as mere impulses. On that awful day, we witnessed something distinctly Indian: ordinary citizens rising to the occasion, and responding with extraordinary acts of courage. But, a small question before those approbations. Since 1971, India faced more than four thousand attacks. And since 2001 we have had more than 70, but in contrast, the US faced none after 9/11. So, can the largest democracy on the planet afford to remain inert anymore?
Today, callousness is insanity and apathy is sinful.. Lighting candles, singing mellifluous patriotic songs with emotion, writing strong and articulate articles for the national magazines and newspapers will leave a very strong message but alas! They are not the solutions. If we really decide to change something - many of us promised the change in the blogs, in the TV shows, while reading the first few lines of a powerful article, we should be prepared to start the count with us. And once this change occurs, the next superpower is inevitable. Let 26/1 stand out, and pave way for that inevitability...
And I hope I'll be right, very soon..!
(Mumbai Blasts occurred on 26/11, while the tsumani occurred on 26/12)