Tempest of Thoughts

Did anyone read the weather report for today?
It had warned of a Tempest. 
A Tempest of Thoughts. 
Wild. Untameable. Unforgiving. 
Shattering all the rules that came in the way
Drowning all traditions which stood by the bay

The Tempest of Thoughts in my mind
And I jumped right into the uncharted waters
Trying to hold on to the planks of ideas
Ideas. To keep me alive. 
Ideas. My only means to survive. 

जलते हुए ख्याल (Burning thoughts)

आग सुलग रही है हर तरफ

देहक रहा है ये शहर

और लू चल रही है साँसों से 

चट्टान जल रहे है आज

मोम जैसे पिघल रहे हैं मकान

और जलती चिताओं की लाइन लगी है राशन की दूकान पर

अखब़ार जल रहा है

चिट्टी जल रही है 

कलम की स्याही सुख कर जवाला बन गयी है

रगों में लहू नहीं, लावा बह रही है

दिमाग पिघल कर नाक कान से बह रहा है

आखों से आंसू नहीं, गरम भाप निकल रही है

और ज़बान शोले उगल रहे हैं

अब कुछ जले हुए ख्याल सेष बाकी है,

और ख्वाब जल कर राख़ से बिखरे हैं मेज़ पर मेरे

बस ये ऐक दिल है, जो देहक नहीं, धड़क रहा है

अब के सावन इसे भी ना सुलगा दे 

There is fire every where. The entire city is burning. There are burning cadavers walking on the streets.

Blood is flowing like magma. Molten Brains are flowing through the crevices. Tears are evaporating and mouths have become flame throwers. 
Now some burnt thoughts remain...and the ashes of my dreams lay scattered on the floor.
Just this Heart. Its still beating. 

Hope the rains don't ignite it too.

The Travel Through Time

Nida Fazli once said

बहुत मुश्किल है बंजारा मिज़ाजी, सलीका चाहिए आवारगी में!

I decided to go on a journey on that path. 

Tending to randomness. Tending to insanity. Tending to the within. 

From catching a rare event of lights at Shaniwada fort to taking a lift to cross a lake, on an unusual vehicle. 

From meeting a fortune teller / face reader to some kind hearted truck drivers. 

From having breakfast at a road side taphri at 6 in the morning to being invited to the native's place for evening tea.

A journey with no plans. 

Just Ideas. Old Friends. New People.

A journey to within.

A travel through time.

Pratibimbh

After months of introspection (well..to be honest, almost a year) I have finally clicked yes for blogging. And this yes is going to be the harbinger of transformation. Transformation...of feelings to syllables...opinions to words..thoughts to sentences...
This will be a place where i will use words to describe the world through my eyes....this place will be my reflection...my PRATIBIMBH...

And what better way to start than quoting from one of my favourite poems...

Maut tu ek kavitaa hai
mujhse ek kavita ka vada hai milegi mujhko
doobti nabzon mein jab dard ko neend aane lage
zard sa chehra lekar jab chaand ufaq tak pahunche
din abhi paani mein ho, raat kinaare ke kareeb
na andhera na ujaala ho,
na abhi raat na din
jism jab khatm ho aur rooh ko jab saans aaye
mujhse ek kavita ka waada hai milegi mujhko...