चस्का

 

मेरा हाथ खोजे तुम्हें,

अचानक कहाँ तुम चले गए,

अभी तो बैठे थे यहीं, इत्मीनान से,

ऐसे ही बैठे बैठे, कहाँ निकाल गए?

दर्द है तुम्हारे ना होने का,

शायद बेहतर हो अभी, ये उम्मीद भी,

शांत और सहज थे तुम हमेशा,

शुक्रिया मेरा साथ चुनने का।

ना देख सके तेरा दर्द हम,

तुम्हारा चस्का जो लग गया था,

इन नाम आँखों से दें विदाई हम,

जाने, कि तू फिर, रूप बदल के आएगा।  

That Match-Winning Feeling!

It's a burst. Sometimes a sprinkle, sometimes a blast. The intensity may vary - but it inevitably comes as a splash of naughty excitement and release of a lot of feel good hormones. The hormones that tell me to let go and permit myself to do something crazy - something forbidden.

It's that sense of victory. Like the podium finish that makes one eligible for a bucket filled tumbler of chocolate ice-cream. 

To an untrained and unprepared mind this feeling may be difficult to handle. A difficulty similar to one faced by a rookie bar-owner handling a victor football team fresh after their win. The indebted bar-owner faces brawling musclemen loaded with rebelliousness. If he doesn't handle them well - he will soon have a ruckus of fist fights and a broken property. But, if he handles their excitement and heightened energy levels well, it's good for business. 
He has to channelize the team members' rebellious spirits. Giving them a sense of reward can help them feel acknowledged and appreciated. A round of on-the-house beers can easily do the trick. While the blood alcohol levels rise, he can subtly nudge the sportsmen to relax. He can then hope that their violence will pacify as they enter the space of energetic relaxation. As simple an idea as exclusive access to TV can do the trick. When energies relax, a person naturally tilts towards accepting his desire of a good night's sleep. This good night's sleep is what every one is really looking for. Sleep is the taste of death in the otherwise super intense activity filled life. Life with many roles and roleplays. 

I am often the cash-strapped bar owner timidly handling a high which makes my mind behave like those drunk sportsmen. This high, which may be artificially or meditatively induced, needs aware handling. I need to acknowledge and pat my hormonally-loaded sportsmen on their metaphoric backs while handling them a few beers, all the while, nudging them to sleep. Because it's  a good night's sleep that they really crave for. 
After all, our football stars understand that they have just won the local county match - it is the FIFA world cup that they are aiming for. They can't lose their balance with small wins... 

Creator's Zone

We call it being high. Losing the sense of bodies, space, and time. It’s when all the karmic melodramas are arranged, played out and dissolved in quick successions. Like in the eye of a hurricane. The hurricane that engulfs the entire world of our dreams, the world that defines our reality, and squeezes it into a tiny dot.  

It is in that very dot. The huge, all encompassing, all engulfing darkness. The darkness that consumes us all. It is in that darkness that the creator resides. He sits there smiling, writing our scripts, arranging beats that make our lives thump, painting the richly coloured visuals that we so gladly see.

Welcome. This is the creator's zone... and you are in command.

Bad Trips of Life

Craved ingestion, makes the mind fly wild – 
Rapid bursts of shock and surprise.  
Fear and horror that turns me pale –
Steely knives, beds of blood-stained nails.
 
The cornered heart did, what it always does –
    went and shared with her in simple words.
The cries of help from the innocent one inside –
    feelings exposed, nothing left to hide.
 
She responds, as she always does –
    unconditional understanding that breaks the curse.
As the body exhales the molten steel –
    her love shine, the violence heals.
 
As our love expands, to the worlds beyond –
    your heartfelt words ignite our bond.
So I learn again through this rough ride –
    my biggest blessing, is having you by my side.
 
When together we’re strong, we always prevail –
    despite embellishments of knives and nails.
We’ll keep turning our worries and freakouts around –
    growing like children, as joy abounds... 

Throbs and Flames

The throbbing of the head. Like coal with the fire dimming. It simmers, the Life within throbs. Just fan the air around - make some flames and enjoy a passion filled life. 

 

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