Words Unsaid

As the breeze tangles in your hair,
and moon shines over your face,
the heart skips a beat,
with a melody as this. 

As the eyes that stare lock in mine,
The moon then ceases to shine,
A breeze blows through her hair,
All you wanna do is stare. 

The voice that's a sane therapy,
Spoken like a rehearsed melody,
Giggles that effortlessly lighten up,
The saddest face, that's filled a tear cup.

A slight attempt to tell her a word,
A heart beat to have her heard,
I write this poem for a little stir,
Make believe that I love her.

A face I long to see,
A voice I love to hear,
A moment of being together,
That I'd die for her..

~ Mr. Khan.

The Construkt Journey!

(NGP-SBC : 20/03/14 - Rajdhani Express)

So I’m back with another travelogue. It’s been close to 3 months I’ve had the pleasure of travelling and today has been a day perfect for it. So the reason I’m traveling is to attend Construkt fest in the It hub of India – Bangalore. The last two days were spent in a garage trying to bring to life my creation, Project Lincoln (www.projectlincoln.co). Last night, tired in soul and flesh, we finally did complete the goal of firing up the engine. I got back home, post visiting a friend in the hospital. Early morning plans were to get the huge monster to the railway station for getting it shipped to Bangalore. 

I got up at 7-ish and got ready for the early morning battle. Shrikant was there at my place for the night, and Rohan was getting ready to get his hands dirty. I had packed up my bags in a hurry the night before and we headed to the garage to get the bike lifted from there. My parents were going to drop by at the station with my luggage, and me with the mean machine. We reached the garage and got a vehicle to transport the pod from there. I was on the trailer with the pod, and all the way eyes striking us. After a little fumbling at the station, we somehow got the pod down the station at the luggage counter. The crowd was crazy, awed but not a single hand ready to work. Disappointing. 

The next news was something that broke me a bit. The pod had a few legal issues that needed to be taken care of and I had my train in the next hour. After a lot of talks and buzz, I finally took the decision to leave the matter in the hands of my parents and Rohan. I had to move ahead. 

The traveler’s luck. Here something happened to me for the first time in life. As I reached the platform and head towards my boogie, I saw a friend, Ankita. To my surprise she and her friend, xx were also headed to Bangalore in the same train. Co-incidence yes. Happened a lot of times with me. The height of co-incidence, she was in the same coach, and to add to it, we had seats in succession! A never imagined, highly strange co-incidence. 

And the journey began, chatting and catching up with each other

. To add to the awesomeness of the travel, as usual I had a 2yr old cute kiddo with us, jumping up here and there. What was more exciting was happening outside the train, back in the station. The pod faced a few legal troubles and Rohan and my parents were on the receiving end of it. Coming back in the train, this was my second time in Rajdhani, and this train lived upto its promise of not letting its passengers stay hungry even for a second. As soon we finished the first treat of soup and breadsticks, the lunch was ready to be served to us. 

Long chats and a lot of butt hurting time later, I finally decided to get some air and went out to sit with a group of men who were basking in the warm natural air. The bright and sunny weather was more pleasing than the cool air conditioned space inside. In such long journeys one will always see a group of men near the train doors, which are turned into a smoking gallery. The best courtships will be spotted here, between two strangers. 

Later I got back, and since the atmosphere was brewing with conversations, we heated it up with a few more topics for a mere reason to kill time. As usual, I took out my laptop and started writing this article to share with you guys! It continued for a while and then we were aching to get up and roam around. Finally a station arrived and I got down to get some blood flowing in my limbs.  It was a laid back station and I saw a fairly old, yet rare bullet shaped engine. I was jolly as a kid! 

The night took over, and the tired souls, began to fall asleep. Slowly, so did I. The morning rose, and we reached the destination city, Bangalore. The next step was – Construkt Fest! Let me tell about you in some other post. Adios!

Smile

In the shimmering light of the stars,

and the dance of cloudy sky,

A smile grows bright, eclipsing,

that lonely moon, in all its might.  

As the feet set in motion, the lips;

they talk a story, of life and beyond,

as the waiting eyes still at a moment,

the time begins to lose its pace.

In the chaos that surrounds, a giggle,

A smile, a cheer, it silences it all.

the eyes that add to her enigma,

the fierce self that clouds ‘her’.

A distant dream that the eyes see,

that fire blazing to reach there,

A hidden self, in lotus petals,

unwraps in lilt on a stone bench.

In all her might, she lives, and loves,

and as the nights grow, fleeing sight,

She disappears in the abyss,

leaving her smile behind.  

~ Mr. Khan.
 

My Theory of Love!

I carry a lot of masks on me day in and day out. I hear people say things about me, mostly good. Too many terms associated with my personality, I’m not gonna talk about a bit of anything that is my superficial mask. I am called intelligent, rational, leader, all those big fancy names everyone wants to hear, but deep down, in the unseen side of me lives a hopeless romantic. I might be exposing a very delicate side of me here, but then, I had promised to write this post to myself a long while back.

As an individual, from the time we grow, understand things, from the very time we come out in the world, we start recognizing people. Ever saw a kid smile at a known face? That. We all develop our own versions of the meaning of love. The way we have experienced love, or not. It’s a highly complicated yet a very simple feeling. Have heard of unconditional love ever? No? Have you ever been with your family or friends, every day of your life, no matter how much you think you hate them? That my friend, is unconditional love. Most of us try to give a hundred different reasons to why they love a particular person, to that I wonder, why not love just for the bloody sake of it? Love because you love to love! 

Might sound a bit weird, but let us see where these words take us. The feeling of love has always surprised me. From the point I ‘loved’ my grandpa dropping me to the bus stop to the point of looking at this someone, where I forget to breathe. I’ve had women in my very tiny lived life, I have women around me now, but taking a dive into that abyss, it’s scary that ever. The base of every relationship I believe is being able to spend time with the person, making them feel wanted for. I do respect that highly. Yet, I fail to do that. 

To be with someone, to belong, and love them, might be the most beautiful feeling ever. But if you can’t match to the tiniest of expectations springing up from this togetherness, it is better off. I would say that is the answer to the question I face often, Why are you single? So dear reader, when I know in the current phase of life, when it is difficult to make time even for lunch, how can I commit a part of life to someone? (Unless, the person can understand this part of life.) So that’s my concise theory. Maybe say just a postulate.    

More to this topic coming soon. 

Fear of Love!

On a chilly winter morning,

I write this love ballad

So may you dance and sing,

Celebrate the fear of love!

Solomon sang a while ago,

Love is strong as death

Its jealousy unyielding as the grave,

Who could love such a love?

A feeling no better than this,

Be loved, cared, valued and thought,

And feel the fright for your loved soul,

Who could love such a love?

In the growth of life arises this need,

To belong to someone and reduce to half,

Courage falls weak at this sight,

Who could love such a love?

As the vision travels in times ahead,

A face sparkles, a hand holds you through,

The quest for this soul began in long past,

Tell me! Who could love such a love?

The fright to loose, and be forgotten,

Lingers each day through, killing you,

The emotion is far too complex, too deep.

Who could love such a love?

I fear such a feeling, the emotion,

Exposing my deepest self,

Where love and wrath abode,

Who could love such a love? 

In the paths of the future and past,

Where the memories and visions last,

I search for a reason to still love,

And fall in the fear of this love!