The Traveler

The traveler travels with time and gathers the dust of time under his bare feet …he wanders season to season to gather the wisdom bit by bit in his handmade satchel of woven thoughts and threshed longings…

In summer he collects all the moments taking naps under the shade of afternoon trees and writes the stories of the young love playing freely in the streets of leisure…and his satchel clams for more…

In Autumn he picks up the dry memories soaring in the haunting winds of cold evenings …seeping into the closed windows of reminiscing minds..and his satchel clams for more…

In Winter he gathers the snow of unfulfilled desire capping the mountains of forgotten tales printed in aging books and his satchel clams for more…

In spring he sweeps all the fragrances of smiles and laughters blooming from the hearts of the lonesome gleaming with hopes again..

He empties his satchel at the feet of nature’s tombstone garnished with flowers of unsolved mysteries…

He washes his feet in the running water of eternal springs of unknown destinies and takes some sleep under the golden rays of spring sun smiling upon the sky of new journeys ….


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The Invisible

The Red girl wandering into a twilight zone meets a shadow and says “Oh! I’ve found you! Aren’t you my lost love..that completes me and shines through me..” Yes I am” The shadow replies. The Red girl embraces it with great excitement.
After a while her color starts changing from red to orange. She separates herself from the shadow and says” Oh no! you can’t be my love. You changed my color please let me go…!”

The shadow disappears…

On her way, the Orange girl finds another shadow and says “Oh! I’ve found you! Aren’t you my lost love..that completes me and shines through me..” Yes I am” The shadow replies. The Orange girl embraces it with great excitement.
After a while her color starts changing from Orange to Yellow. She separates herself from the shadow and says” Oh no! you can’t be my love. You changed my color please let me go…!”

The shadow disappears…

On her way, the Yellow girl finds another shadow and says “Oh! I’ve found you! Aren’t you my lost love..that completes me and shines through me..” Yes I am” The shadow replies. The Yellow girl embraces it with great excitement.
After a while her color starts changing from Yellow to Blue. She separates herself from the shadow and says” Oh no! you can’t be my love. You changed my color please let me go…!”

The shadow disappears…

On her way, the Blue girl finds another shadow and says “Oh! I’ve found you! Aren’t you my lost love..that completes me and shines through me..” Yes I am” The shadow replies. The Blue girl embraces it with great excitement.
After a while her color starts changing from Blue to Invisible. She separates herself from the shadow and says” Oh no! you can’t be my love. You changed my color please let me go…!”

The shadow disappears…

Shattered , the Invisible girl comes across by another shadow and cries “Oh! I’ve found you! Aren’t you my lost love..that completes me and shines through me..” ..no one replies…”aren’t you..!!!” she insists ..and rushes to embrace it..in doubt..

The shadow passes through her…and disappears…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Seven Cups

The Great God created seven cups and He put in each of them, some dust. In some of them a little more, in others a little less…and It bound them all in one origin and purpose . So all of them started loving each other...

Then God put in each of them ,blood..In some of them a little more, in others a little less…and it bound them in one relation and emotions…and they started loving each other…

Then God put in each of them some flesh and bones.In some of them a little more, in others a little less..and it bound them in one desire and suffering and they all started loving each other…

Then God put in each of them, some‘Brains’ .In some of them a little more, in others a little less….and it bound them in Wisdom and respect… and they all started loving each other…

Then God put Soul in them .In some of them a little more, in others a little less…and it bound them in one recognition and realization..and they all started loving each other….

Then the Great God in his adventure put some 'melanin' in each of them .In some of them a little more, in others a little less….and for no reason they all started hating and discriminating each other!

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The Cause

The Walker said ” I walk for the Cause!”

The Runner said “I run for the Cause!”

The Swimmer said “I swim for the Cause!”

The Writer said “I write for the Cause!”

The Artist said “ I paint for the Cause!”

The Singer said “I sing for the Cause!”

The Teacher said “ I teach for the Cause!”

The Preacher said “I preach for the Cause!”

The Fighter said ” I fight for the Cause!”

The Priest said “I pray for the Cause!”

The ‘Cause’ laughed and said, 

” Silly are all of them..they can do nothing about me!” 

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The Toy Maker

The toymaker was drowned in his work of making toys. He had all the necessary tools to carve his wooden toys. He had gathered all kind of different pieces of wood from different trees around the town.

His hut was wooden and just like many other things in the hut, he himself appeared to be made of wood too…with the shriveled bark all over the surface like an old stem of the tree…yet very new , soft and productive from the inside.

If someone could see his cross-section, could see all layers of growth and prudence inside him. All the concentric circles had different radii ,marking time and experience. There were marks of new branches emerging out from nowhere, spreading around like seasons of new dimensions on the vastness of skies…

His eyes were like a microscope which could cut deep through the cleavages of the wooden pieces, cutting and carving them like diamonds…

The whole town adored him, because for them he was not a toymaker but he was …a Joy Maker…!

Each toy he carved was a message of joy for he family, as it used to bring laughters and smiles to the kids of all ages. The whole town valued his presence in the town because he had brought a good name and a lot of business to their town.

One day a fairy saw him working so diligently that she forgot to fly for a while .She decided to grant him something special. The Toy maker was so busy in his work that he could not take notice of the kind fairy, but when he did he became overjoyed as he had never seen such a beautiful flying doll. He wished if he could carve one out of his wood.

The Fairy smiled sweetly and granted him the gift..it was the gift of real joy…that every child who would play by the toys made by the Toy Maker should be filled with the real happiness…

The Toy Maker carved  a wooden fairy later on , but he carved  it not fore sale . It was for himself only to be an inspiration.

Ever since the fairy kept her presence, full of enchantment around the Toy Maker…inspiring him with her magical smiles..

Time changed and the Toy Maker grew very old. The ageless fairy was still their, youthful and pretty as ever..
One day she decided to grant another gift to the Toy Maker for his honesty and hard work.

She sent him into the future world…!

The Toy Maker became young and hansom , again.He became overjoyed in the world full of glamorous temptations. His work earned the same attention and popularity in the new world too, but people of that time regarded his toys as crafts only.

The Toy Maker thought of trying new ideas, every other day. Within no time he became the most successful businessman in town.He started wearing the expensive dresses full of pockets. He even forgot to thank the fairy.
It was the new age when people actually forgot thinking about their children .They were not concerned to the truth of real happiness. They only wanted to keep their kids busy so that they could enjoy their own lives, more independently.

It was the time to play with people and their hearts..and their own selves…The meanings of joy was changed for ever..it actually became the toy in the hands of many Toy Makers..

The Toy Maker was no more the Joy Maker now..His toys lost the touch of innocence and enchantment..He became fed up of his business of craft-making with his hollow wood..and opened a factory for making toys for adults..

He almost forgot the fairy and the fairy never came back!




SW

The Wind Of East

The warm Wind of East …traveling…. with the flow of thousands springs of untouched waters, being poured down from the once snow-capped mountains of dormant dreams ……where the sun rises wearing the crown of golden rays of wise glory…shining upon the bent blades of growing grass….humbled by the dew drops of tears fallen from the eyes of unknown heavens……

The Wind of East carrying... the heaviness of bitter pains….separating her from the past of its grace and glory….long lost in the paleness of crumbled pages of the history of silent sufferings….

Descending down …in the valley of sky-aiming minarets of Mosques and Mahals…touching their elegance….. with the corners of her torn veil ……surrounding her like a coffin…..

She sneaks into the red zone of forbidden passions and hears the cry of suffering innocence…..She wipes the tears of starving childhood and kisses its forehead deluded with the clouds of unsure future ….She touches the fateless palms and summons her tears…useless , and un-worthy like rusted coins…..She unties the knots of superstitions wrapped around the branches of religious paradox.. standing like the pyramids of lost culture in the desert of ignorance…She senses the heart beats of her own people bathing in the privacy of worldly desires ….and she can't think anymore...she can’t breath in the atmosphere without the oxygen of awareness and understanding….

Deeply despaired…she travel passes the thousand seas of apprehension and reaches the other side of the world…The West…

The Wind of West greets her with a grin and a cold hand-shake…that fills her eyes with fear and gives her a shiver down her spine….but hand in hand… the Wind of East, and the Wind of West …keep exploring the world again…

She keeps her vision higher than the egos of tall walls …and doesn’t want her fragile self be bruised by them…but the suffocation in the trapped atmosphere…makes her expand her views…She reaches the beaches but the shame of her own existence pulls her vulnerable and naked-self back inside the core of passive dormancy…

Her blurred eyes see the pollution of skies…pierced all through their bodies with the loops of poisonous smoke…..burning many homes secretly ..with their secret ignitions…

She touches the helplessness of the innocent childhood being strolled by the ghostly parenthood. She hears the cries of motherhood pleading under the enchanted tree of fake civilization . She tastes the staleness of chocolate and vanilla in the mouths of solitary youth. She feels the emptiness inside the hollow bones of the abandoned elderly…

She sees the rule of technical and mechanical intelligence, quarreling with the divine wisdom…..She witnesses the murder of simple human ties…with the meaningless worldplay…and the charm of simplicity bewitched by the glamour of fake models and ideals..with all the originality masked... or...tatooed ....

She watches the mortality of struggle , recycled between the invisible hills of ….Need and Greed ….located

in the dark cities of empty rituals. She feels the pain of the strive of the Needy ...like newborn left alone in the desolation of despair… in hope of a miracles…. that opens the bossom of earth… with the everflowing spring of holy zum zum…


So...... she sees the other side of the ‘Sickle‘…..The WORLD…with countless , sharp teeth…as her mother whispered once into her keen and listening ears……

Everything makes her weary self more miserable…!

She sits alone …watching the dimming rays of setting Sun…..in West…She longs...and prays... for going ....BACK....... HOME….

.....in hope to see the Sun Rising …again….(before her disintegration...)

for her dream was ......to search ….for…PEACE ….only....!

 SW

Dedicated to East

Life Was So Lovely!

Life was so lively , she almost danced on the melody of truth surrounding her. Her earthly body shined under the radiance of golden sun rays like a heavenly realm. Her long hair were falling down like the cascade of pure water with each droplet shining with the clarity of faith. Her dress was simple and elegant , stitched with the sensitivity of a somber soul. Her feet were bare, to keep her in touch with surety of her existence. Her beautiful face was glowing with the confidence of nature and her wide eyes were glimmering with the hopes and dreams. Her head was held high with her self-esteem ,with a slight bend of humility in her slender neck. Her hands were full of flowers of ‘Present ‘carrying the seeds of ‘Tomorrow’.

She was so cheerful and contented that merry tunes never left her delicate lips coated with the sweetness of speech.

She used to live in a small cottage made of wood and straw and used to eat very simple food. Every time she had to go far ,she used to mark her route back to her dwelling.

One day she lost her way back to her home and was found by a 'Devil' disguised like a princely figure as he appeared from behind a tree. He offered to help her find her home again. Life was such a simpleton and naive, she trusted him blindly…for the sake of her ‘home’!

Devil was no one else but a wolf in sheep clothing. He kept deluding her mind with his false stories and fascinations. Life was only but a malleable being. She had never experienced persuasions and seductions before. She got trapped in the glittering net which was not gold.

Devil was an apt conjurer. Through his evil power he succeeded in tempting poor Life to the world of falsehood.

Life was gone astray!

She braided her hair with the jewels and all the droplets of water dried out. She dressed herself into the most expensive and attractive clothing she could have.

She started wearing shoes too!

Her head became higher and her neck stiffer. She started carrying metal coins in her hand instead of flowers!

After some time she forgot about reaching old home ,at all, and preferred to remain lost in the world of delusion of 'high-rise' monument.

The fragrance of her dreams faded away and her head became polluted with smoke. The freshness of her hair was gone forever and they looked dusty and gray. Her eyes looked stony and hopeless and her skin became pale. She remained fearful and hardly smiled.

Life became so obsessed with her ‘life-style’ that she forgot caring about her ‘home‘.

Life is still living with the ' Devil', the illusionist!

But,

Life.... is Faithless….!

Life ...is Homeless.......!!

And,

'Life'...... is so 'Lifeless'……!!! 


SW


Dedicated to Mother Nature