PSYCHEDELLIC MOOD!

LIFE IS LIKE A DRUG SYRINGE
I POKE IT EVERYDAY AND LIVE
TO DIE WITHOUT IT
WHY THIS MADNESS?
THE MIRROR LAUGHS AT ME AND I CRACK UP WITHIN
... TO BE FOUND AND JOINED BY SEVERAL LIKE MYSELF
BROTHERHOOD THEY SAY!
I SAY…. HELL!
WHERE AM I?
FAME, POWER, CORRUPTION, LUST,
WOVEN IN A MASK OF PERCEPTION AND SOLD AS A BRAND?!!
EVERYDAY
THE SUN TOO HAS TO SWIPE A CARD ON THE HORIZON BEFORE HE GETS TO CLAIM HIS RISE!
EVERYDAY
IS A ROUTINE WHICH COMES IN A BOTTLE WE CALL MILK
AND ASSUME TO BE HEALTHY WITH PART WHITE AND MORE WATER
IN A CITY WHERE NO ONE LOOKS AT THE SEA EVEN WHILE LOCKED IN A KISS ON ITS EDGE
WHERE THE NIGHT IS JUST BUT A REFLECTION OF THE DAY IN COLOR OF THE RICH
BLACK
IT IS EVERYWHERE…. YET UNSEEN
HIDDEN
LIKE EGOS, RIVALRIES, JEALOUSIES, IN THE BLOOD SOAKED FUR PURSE OF A HIGH RISE WOMAN
OR
IN A THE LAODED EMPTY DREAMS OF A DHARAVI RESIDENT, WHO’S ONLY AADHAR IS
KBC
REALITY
BITES ONLY A COMMON FEW….
DREAMS ARE LIKE WAKE UP CALL, NEVER ALLOWING SLEEP TO SLIP YOUR INSIDES!
MAN LIVES LIKE A FISH IN AN AQUARIUM KEPT ON THE SEA SHORE!
WITH EVERY WAVE HIS DESIRES SWELL
THE FIRE INSIDE RAGES
BUT THE CAGE REMAINS
LIVING LEFTOVER FROTH BUBBLES IN WHICH HE SEARCHES HIS OCEAN
IN THE ONLY HOPE OF DROWNING SOME DAY!

Thank you... Life!

Life caged her, death came and freed her!

She radiated hope and lived like a diamond, forever shining, smiling, affecting people with her sense of courage and love for living in an wholesome manner. Her brain tumor was diagnosed when i was a year old...and she went into the operating room smiling, asking people to smile back, she knew she was comming back...she knew she would survive and make doctors scratch their heads, who had given her 6months of survival time...She lived happily for 38years post that day...!!!

She lived with a handicap of extreme epileptic attacks in the beginning, where an attack would make her convulse for more than an hour! Slowly we got used to her epilepsy...I realised in my own way about her inner strenght, her resolve and sense of being just when she would bravely defend a wrong doing and protect a stranger by standing against some of our closest relatives...I could relate to stories I heard about her pre-tumor days, where I was told, how independent, dominant, intelligent and talented she was...how during navratri festival she would entrall her audience for hours by singing "garbas"...
She was meant to fly and reach the skies for glories to come her way....

She was supposed to fly to boston to do her Ph.d in Sociology when she met a handsome man and destiny locked them into a marital union...they had gone to watch a play..tittled "THE FOG" and in the darkened theatre, her vision at first, blurred...and then everything went dark...jet black...for 30 seconds she went blind! Fate had played its part.. and almost like "curtain call" declaration... life went on pause mode...she instinctively caught her husbands hand...and released it only on her last breath!

Here was man, who was a cache of paitence and humility, a man who devoted his life in service of his wife and family selflessly. Through immense paitence he nurtured her and raised his family just like a potter shapes raw mud into a fine piece of art, he helped her shape their relationship which became an example of lasting love ...their's was a relationship without words...like musicians achieveing harmony and divinity, felt each time a perfect "sur"is struck! without uttering the spoken word!! theirs was a patnership with only one agreement...the agreement to smile and forgive...for a content and happy life!

Human body is a rare creation...it houses more complexities and uncertainties inside than what seems there is in the world outside...My mother was like a bird scaling highs and lows with equall gutso, flying free, living by her ideals, untill suddenly she was caged in her own body {with a reality thud!}...the tumor took her in its grasp only physically, but her soul remained untouched...unscathed, pure and glowing. On her last breath in my father's lap and in my wife's daughter like presence {she loved my wife more than just a daughter}, she lay happy and free...leaving her legacy for all of us in shape of my daughter...like an olympian she passed the baton of leading a "radiant life" to my daughter for her to be able to reach and "Go Beyond" that finishing line of her unfinished dreams......

Today, my daugther has begun running and all of us can sense that she will win, she has the same steely resolve and will like my mother's...and i am the proudest man their can be who is experiencing as well as getting to know his mother through his daughter!

Thank you... Life.

For garcing me with such wonderful parents and family, from whom I have learned, that all "Wars need to be won inside" on the outside all battles are conquerable!