Tonight

The music of the night,
Rang in to the air.
Melting melodies,
Crooning words,
Flowing emotions,
Dancing thoughts.

Of love that has ever been,
Shall they feel tonight.
For years of staying apart,
Had driven their longing for tonight. 

Travelling through years,
Cutting across galaxies,
Won't you travel that far,
If you find your destiny?

The star kept burning,
Since it was formed.
Descending through space,
For the Earth it has fallen for.

Hurling along,
Creating new lives,
Answering wishes,
Covering distances for the love,
That is bound in its path.

There they meet,
Their only meet,
Engulfing everything,
That comes in between.

Reside in me

Lifeless as gray would be,
The heart cried.
To see the burst of hues,
In the sky, the Twilight grew.

How pretty and glee you are O sky'
Give some brightness to me.
Chained in my sorrows,
I forgot what happiness be.

Lend me some red,
I want to feel how being loved feels.
Lend me some crimson,
As no body trusts me.

Wrap me in your cover.
Tell me you protect me.
Fill all my grays out.
With the hues that's soaks it.

I had all these colors,
How I don't know,
But I lost it.
I want to live.
Bring all these colors and,
Reside in me.

Pixie Dust

Aditya danced despite losing his front tooth. It was not that the tooth was troublesome and he was elated to get rid of it. He had cried inconsolably when his first tooth followed the nature's course of way to make space for a new one. Then, he was unaware that the gap formed, will soon be filled by a new tooth. This time he knows that the loss is not forever. 

The joy, however, is not purely based on his realization of the anatomy of his gums. A little magic works better than the truth alone. For truth takes time to resurface while magic is an instant relief. And some harmless spell is a nice idea to toy with while the truth takes it time to make an appearance. I prefer clinging onto magic whenever the wait gets too long, which is quite often. Aditya too needed a small blow of pixie dust that turn his attention from the loss. 

Soon, he was introduced to the story of a tooth-fairy,  whose task is to visit the children who've lost their teeth and award them for being strong by replacing their fallen teeth with coins. While the old tooth makes way for a new one,  one's patience is rewarded by the tooth fairy. I told him to stop crying, keep his fallen tooth beneath his pillow and sleep without complaining if he wanted the tooth-fairy to visit him.

The next morning, Aditya woke up early, moved his pillow aside to find a shining coin which had replaced his old tooth. He was overjoyed. The gap did bother him but he had learnt to keep patience. He kept the coin in his money bank. With time, a new tooth filled that gap.

Ever since then, losing tooth has been a moment of joy for my dear little brother. Now, he knows that a new tooth will fill the missing gap and the tooth fairy would reward for not letting the loss overtake him. 

The innocence that dwells child's heart,  understands no logic but love and happiness. A little pixie dust does wonder if we belive in its capability of doing so. As we grow up we learn to doubt. And the first thing we sacrifice to adopt the doubting nature is our bundle of pixie dust. 

Our magic and miracles reside in us. Magic is nothing supernatural. Our good faith and intention which at times leaps beyond logic to make someone happy counts as magic. 

One, Two Cha Cha Cha

This post is an entry to the ‘The Great Indian Blogging Contest’, as a part of the Apeejay Kolkata Literary Festival 2015.

The only thing that came to my mind after reading the theme of the blogging contest was a person I knew and who I refer to as Cha in this post. Sycophancy runs deep in our system as workplaces are no exemption. We all must have come across a character like Cha in our offices or observed him some where else, and I hope you can draw references from the description here.

Cha is adorable, he is helpful and friendly. And he is called Cha fondly. Not for the fondness people have for him but the fondness he never fails to express towards a particular person. Cha’s liking for that person is unquestionable yet unaccountable. People can know about it but not let anyone else know that they know while knowing that everybody already knows about it. PHEW!!

Affection, Affliction, Allegiance - Love, Lust, Ludicrousity – Have gone through these and similar words in dictionary to define the air Cha has for that person. Alas! None serves the context.

Any relation is based on mutual exchange of something. What does Cha gets from that person? Open invitation to kill time in her glass chambers, which nobody can neither  ignore nor ever pay attention to. (Gosh! They are just people at serious work. Leave them alone). Besides, being mocked and ridiculed ‘almost’ every now and then over silliest to the most serious matter.  And innumerable opportunities to defend the indefensible for the previously mentioned benefits he gets. (Oh! I’m so jealous).

On a serious note, does Cha really enjoy all these? Well the first one is open to deliberation but the latter two seem outright embarrassing to me.

However, Cha is the chosen one and he is loved. He is loved by all around him. Not that he is offensive otherwise and only his proximity to the particular person earns him the love he gets but it did earn him enough fondness to be rewarded with a name like Cha. He is not hated nor do people object to his affiliation. He was loved before he started basking in the glory of the benefits he draws currently.  But ever since people realized what he offers to enjoy those benefits made them cautious enough to love him and now, unconditionally. Cha has definitely put on a lot of weight since the glass chamber became sacred for him but he doesn't throw his weight around and nobody knows when he does. And even if they knew, they would do nothing but love him even more, perhaps move over to worshiping him.

The ‘love’ he commands is the biggest take away for all the mocking and grilling he gets in and outside the sacred chamber. Many wonder what qualifies him to be the chosen one. Could I ever become the Cha? Why not the one who sits beside me was considered for the prestigious role? What Cha did/does to have landed where he is now?

A little observation gave in a clue that the particular person inside the glass chamber is a curious cat seeking all sorts of information about others in the place. Apart from trying to act like the boss, she likes being fed on sumptuous details about personal and professional lives of people outside the chamber. If she was popular enough she would arrive and announce “What’s cooking folks?”, but she doesn't. Not anymore. She has tried those on earlier occasions but ended up setting her foot in the mouth with the kind of replies blown towards her respectfully. 

Earlier I allowed kindness to anchor my views, and thought that perhaps she's trying to be affable but what follows after one considers her friendliness is self deprecating. And the biggest proof lies in the treatment meted out to Cha. Everyone can see that except Cha for whom it's nothing less than benediction. 

The collapse of her plan which she thought was immune to failure must have made her to contemplate planting Cha as a mole among all. She thinks Cha is a charmer who easily gets people into talking about themselves. (Duh! Check our SM profiles dude. It’s all out there). Though, she doesn't know that the information people let out to Cha besotted by his charm and friendly nature are filtered purposefully to reach where it has to. *wink wink*. Everyone is cautious enough to never give out the information which could be the real deal maker or breaker. 

An artistic representation of Cha in action.

Image Courtesy: Joakim Heltne, Human Sculptures.

Cha is loyal. He is omnipresent. He has to be, in order to soak in tiny details out of lives of people, who matter to the particular person. That is his job. And he will do it out of his fear of getting replaced. That’s a serious fear. And playing Cha is a serious job. He, wrapped in his obedience and enthusiasm, cha-chas to the tune of his 'Master'. 

Cha

Short form of Chamcha.

Chamcha

Cham+Cha: One who is champion at serving cha or tea (metaphor for being servitude) to put himself/herself in someone’s good books

Etymology: Coined and used ever since human discovered power. Powerful people feel popular to be surrounded by Chamchas and Chamchas feel safe and loved doing so. There have never been shortage of such characters and never there will be at any place or frame in time. 

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Since you left

Swiftly you turn away,
As I don't figure an identity.
The gaze petrified,
As it never met my eye.

The cheeks drink the pain,
Flowing down.
I grapple with you,
Not being around.

Not so long ago,
We sat beside.
Not so long ago,
Our hands brushed by.
We waded through the crowds,
Together by one's side.

Now,
I call your name,
Again and again,
Out loud to myself
To not make you aware.
I speak but you can't hear my voice.
I have faded to a place,
Where your memories and absence alight.

Letters to your name,
Are written every now and then.
I only you could read, 
My consistent plight.
I open my heart,
To sunshine and moonlight.
Letting you know,. Would be worldly delight.

You, my friend,  are truly loved.
Since when,  by me,
Remains unexplained.
Indifference on your part,
Hasn't shaken my zest.
Though it hurts when you don't turn,
To see me back.

Distinctly Yours

We are not meant to be,
A part of each other's hearts.
Entwined to beat in the same rhythm.
I rush like the ocean waves,
While you stay calm like the shore.
Often driving me to reckless attempts,
Gathering substance from the silence you hold.

We that you and I form, 

Is not to complete one another.
For you,  my love, are your own self. 

Enchanting me with every gaze I lay.

When I try to be better everyday.
You and me do not complete the other.
Completeness as I see bears end of road.
Barring the avenues of growth.

I, my companion, will witness your journey

While you observe mine. 

Our presence to comfort us both.
And bond to nourish our will towards respective goals. 

Together that we achieve, 

Be our progress through individual successes.

The love, trust,  friendship and faith,
We develop and share,

Bless us with wisdom to accept tough times.
Bestow us with strength to overcome,
Anything that makes us try.

The world might say otherwise,
Command to surrender or better divide.
They could see us apart,
Lest they know that we are together,
In the different roads we take.
Our journey distinct but destination,
Be same.

The Threads of Life

A swathe, that life is, has strands of emotions ignited and kindled by experiences faced throughout. Joy sorrow, angst, longing, disgust fear and surprise become threads that ornament our life.  They contain the moments lived gleefully, endured silently or embraced willfully. Situations vary and vanish, we age to grow wise and old but the threads bind us from birth till death. We learn the art of reacting as we live by.  What sets the matured and novice apart is control on these threads of life. The novice allows emotions to control them while matured are in charge of their threads of life.