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Woh Joh Apnapan...Woh Joh Mehsoosgi...
Be the Fire
Fire
The fire burns incessantly
Even the fear of being reduced to ashes
Does not stop one from letting the fire rage
And turn into a conflagration
Love is like a fire
The more you try to dampen it
And blow it out
It fires up
Every single thing
You do to escape its reach
Is like throwing petrol on it
to let it rise again
Just when you think it is all over
It is not over
Just when you think that you've got a handle on those feelings
And can control them
Something flares up
to blaze them out of proportions
- Be the Fire
(Round 1)
Maan: (in blue)
I find myself in your irises
You think you are reflecting me
But forget that I exist only there
and this image before you
is the reflection
GEET: (in pink)
I have come to seek
search and retrieve
but found that I
already am there
in your umbilical vein
- Verse One
Intonations from the Teri Deewani and Silent Confession
My feelings on Teri Deewani
(Round 2)
Words! Words are so meaningless, pointless, perfunctory.
Words! Words are so listless, lifeless, lethargic
Because you see
when you utter a word
the minute it is out of your mouth
it becomes history
it becomes a part of the nano second that is gone by
words are never in the present
because by the time they leave your mouth when you utter them to the time they take to get to the other person's ears and their brain kicks in with the perception and understanding level - there is a gap
and that pristine quality of the feelings and the words uttered is lost in the gap in the middle
that gap eats away some of the authenticity of the message that you uttered by the time it is received, digested and reaction sets in
So words can never convey in completeness all that you feel, and even want to say or even really say
The gap is also corrupted with other elements like light, darkness, wind, moist air, etc., etc., so there is bound to be some mix of all these elements from the time the words leave your heart to the time they land on your beloved's heart
So never trust in the truth or sanctity or sacredness of words
- Love is something that can never be in words
My feelings on Teri Deewani and the Silent Confession
(Round 3)
Touch! Sometimes the touch
Cannot carry the care that is like a deep gorge in your heart
the gorge where lakes of love are skipping down
to form into waterfalls
you want to drench the beloved in that waterfall
in that fresh water spring that you have become
but hold on for a moment
just so that you don't overwhelm her
you don't want her to loose her bearings
you want to be her gentle stream that
bathes her in the sweet water
that quenches her thirst and fills her parched throat
with the refreshing water
the water washes away everything
it takes away in its flood all that is unneeded
it flows into places that are crevices and cracks
it dances and dazzles in the sunlight
it jumps in abandon
to embrace your love
and envelop her in its gentle flow
the pools of water
surround
submerge
sink
shimmer on her golden hue
and decorate her eyelashes
calling to you to caress those precious pearls
and hold them and never let them fall in vain
- Be the Water
Maan to himself
(that is what Maan's state is)
My Reflections on Teri Deewani and Silent Confession
(Round 4)
They say that the eyes
are the windows to the soul
How wrong they are?
Even a blind man has eyes
but can he see?
it is the sight
that guides
it is the inner light
that sheds on darkness
and shreds every thing in its path
bringing to view things
that are hidden for ages
They say the eyes
can speak
what do they speak
but just mere collection
of confused thoughts
They say the eyes
can beseech
catch your heart
but there is no path
that connects them
to each other
The eyes they say are intense,
passion filled, and can even show pain
What do they know but their
need to deceit
The eyes only project
that vision
that the mind perceives
the heart learns
and the brain conjures
So every visionary
every thief
every saint
ever sinner
paints their own picture
and revel in its slumber
Eyes! Eyes! Eyes!
Oh Eyes
Thou beholdeth
that precious sight
that sparkling vision
and that unseeing reflection
of the sparkling spirit
-- on the language of the eyes
My Further Reflections on Teri Deewani and Silent Confession
(Round 5)
They say that
things should matter
that I should falter
at time 's door
or at destiny's store
or offer myself as a sacrificial lamb
to the barbarian acts of butchers
They say that
I should stop myself
and only keep on
collecting the crumbles
of my broken dreams
They say that
I have no rights
to be free to love again
that I should keep on paying my price
and be imprisoned forever
to the deceit and deception
to the loss of trust
But you know
they don't see
that every day
is a new dawn
and every night takes
away with it
a part of what's gone
that even a plant
sheds its old leaves
to grow again into
fresh green trees
that even the sea
does not repeat
the same tide
with the same motion
every time
So,
I am emerging out
may be not at the pace
you thought
but more faster
more speedier
Because
This is a new song
there is a new orchestra
this is a different symphony
that serenades to a pleasant new rhythm
- Geet's journey of loving Maan
to all those who question her on her journey of love or state of love due to her pregnancy or the time from her earlier failure to now - time or past (which is again a particle of time) are never a factor nor are circumstances
Update
We have each of us
never seen the soul
or the spirit
But
we believe they exist
as per some philosophical thought
or the other
no dogma
no deception
makes us forget
that on this earth
we each of us
exist
to live with each other
some leave us in the midst
some follow with us
let this not be myth
that combined journeys
collected hearts
crave only one truth
the truth of love
that never surrenders
its spirit to some exercise or practice
Update
Life a remarkable journey
nay, not if you not perceive
The sun, brilliant, electric in nature
Eclectic, Energy Source
What if one were to hold a 1001 mirrors to reflect its full glory?
Would there even be a whiff of darkness?
Discordant Note: Of course, there would not be any snow left, and global warming pundits would talk about extinction of all species
But imagine, that the magnificence of the sun is a metaphor
then, take man and apply the metaphor to this man (genderless)
What if there were a 1001 mirrors to reflect the true self
For "the truth" of "man" is in "existence," "life" and "the brilliance of that life"
Now imagine, the "Glory of Man" in parallel to the "Glory of the Sun" that is reflected in a 1001 mirrors
I'd rather look at the whole of mankind by this paradigm rather than all else
- Sept 21, 2010
Every breath, every single breath is a glorious tremble
Every breath, every single breath is an agony of love
Silently surrendering to that breath that drives my soul
I remember
That every breath is an incantation to you
~ Nov 08, 2010
Be the Fire
Fire
The fire burns incessantly
Even the fear of being reduced to ashes
Does not stop one from letting the fire rage
And turn into a conflagration
Love is like a fire
The more you try to dampen it
And blow it out
It fires up
Every single thing
You do to escape its reach
Is like throwing petrol on it
to let it rise again
Just when you think it is all over
It is not over
Just when you think that you've got a handle on those feelings
And can control them
Something flares up
to blaze them out of proportions
- Be the Fire
(Round 1)
Maan: (in blue)
I find myself in your irises
You think you are reflecting me
But forget that I exist only there
and this image before you
is the reflection
GEET: (in pink)
I have come to seek
search and retrieve
but found that I
already am there
in your umbilical vein
- Verse One
Intonations from the Teri Deewani and Silent Confession
My feelings on Teri Deewani
(Round 2)
Words! Words are so meaningless, pointless, perfunctory.
Words! Words are so listless, lifeless, lethargic
Because you see
when you utter a word
the minute it is out of your mouth
it becomes history
it becomes a part of the nano second that is gone by
words are never in the present
because by the time they leave your mouth when you utter them to the time they take to get to the other person's ears and their brain kicks in with the perception and understanding level - there is a gap
and that pristine quality of the feelings and the words uttered is lost in the gap in the middle
that gap eats away some of the authenticity of the message that you uttered by the time it is received, digested and reaction sets in
So words can never convey in completeness all that you feel, and even want to say or even really say
The gap is also corrupted with other elements like light, darkness, wind, moist air, etc., etc., so there is bound to be some mix of all these elements from the time the words leave your heart to the time they land on your beloved's heart
So never trust in the truth or sanctity or sacredness of words
- Love is something that can never be in words
My feelings on Teri Deewani and the Silent Confession
(Round 3)
Touch! Sometimes the touch
Cannot carry the care that is like a deep gorge in your heart
the gorge where lakes of love are skipping down
to form into waterfalls
you want to drench the beloved in that waterfall
in that fresh water spring that you have become
but hold on for a moment
just so that you don't overwhelm her
you don't want her to loose her bearings
you want to be her gentle stream that
bathes her in the sweet water
that quenches her thirst and fills her parched throat
with the refreshing water
the water washes away everything
it takes away in its flood all that is unneeded
it flows into places that are crevices and cracks
it dances and dazzles in the sunlight
it jumps in abandon
to embrace your love
and envelop her in its gentle flow
the pools of water
surround
submerge
sink
shimmer on her golden hue
and decorate her eyelashes
calling to you to caress those precious pearls
and hold them and never let them fall in vain
- Be the Water
Maan to himself
(that is what Maan's state is)
My Reflections on Teri Deewani and Silent Confession
(Round 4)
They say that the eyes
are the windows to the soul
How wrong they are?
Even a blind man has eyes
but can he see?
it is the sight
that guides
it is the inner light
that sheds on darkness
and shreds every thing in its path
bringing to view things
that are hidden for ages
They say the eyes
can speak
what do they speak
but just mere collection
of confused thoughts
They say the eyes
can beseech
catch your heart
but there is no path
that connects them
to each other
The eyes they say are intense,
passion filled, and can even show pain
What do they know but their
need to deceit
The eyes only project
that vision
that the mind perceives
the heart learns
and the brain conjures
So every visionary
every thief
every saint
ever sinner
paints their own picture
and revel in its slumber
Eyes! Eyes! Eyes!
Oh Eyes
Thou beholdeth
that precious sight
that sparkling vision
and that unseeing reflection
of the sparkling spirit
-- on the language of the eyes
My Further Reflections on Teri Deewani and Silent Confession
(Round 5)
They say that
things should matter
that I should falter
at time 's door
or at destiny's store
or offer myself as a sacrificial lamb
to the barbarian acts of butchers
They say that
I should stop myself
and only keep on
collecting the crumbles
of my broken dreams
They say that
I have no rights
to be free to love again
that I should keep on paying my price
and be imprisoned forever
to the deceit and deception
to the loss of trust
But you know
they don't see
that every day
is a new dawn
and every night takes
away with it
a part of what's gone
that even a plant
sheds its old leaves
to grow again into
fresh green trees
that even the sea
does not repeat
the same tide
with the same motion
every time
So,
I am emerging out
may be not at the pace
you thought
but more faster
more speedier
Because
This is a new song
there is a new orchestra
this is a different symphony
that serenades to a pleasant new rhythm
- Geet's journey of loving Maan
to all those who question her on her journey of love or state of love due to her pregnancy or the time from her earlier failure to now - time or past (which is again a particle of time) are never a factor nor are circumstances
Update
We have each of us
never seen the soul
or the spirit
But
we believe they exist
as per some philosophical thought
or the other
no dogma
no deception
makes us forget
that on this earth
we each of us
exist
to live with each other
some leave us in the midst
some follow with us
let this not be myth
that combined journeys
collected hearts
crave only one truth
the truth of love
that never surrenders
its spirit to some exercise or practice
Update
Life a remarkable journey
nay, not if you not perceive
The sun, brilliant, electric in nature
Eclectic, Energy Source
What if one were to hold a 1001 mirrors to reflect its full glory?
Would there even be a whiff of darkness?
Discordant Note: Of course, there would not be any snow left, and global warming pundits would talk about extinction of all species
But imagine, that the magnificence of the sun is a metaphor
then, take man and apply the metaphor to this man (genderless)
What if there were a 1001 mirrors to reflect the true self
For "the truth" of "man" is in "existence," "life" and "the brilliance of that life"
Now imagine, the "Glory of Man" in parallel to the "Glory of the Sun" that is reflected in a 1001 mirrors
I'd rather look at the whole of mankind by this paradigm rather than all else
- Sept 21, 2010
Every breath, every single breath is a glorious tremble
Every breath, every single breath is an agony of love
Silently surrendering to that breath that drives my soul
I remember
That every breath is an incantation to you
~ Nov 08, 2010
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