R-of-L, L-of-R

Relationship - of - Love,
Love - of - Relationship.

In the first place,
do we really understand
the true n worthy meaning of
Relationship?

This shit word or say phenomenon is the ridicule datum of all cause(s). We eventually (read normally) fall into the trap of three states of consciousness together; Viz. Subconscious, present and future. They’re like the vectorial representation of three vectors heading in completely different direction. Theoretically they’ve only 120 ^ 0 (120 degree) of difference, but in reality they mean the total “life shift”. Now this means, hoping for the best, we reap the worst. But, according to me, this is normal. ‘Coz it’s not you who‘ve decided the datum or say the zero point. And for that cause, our life is a mélange of hyper dogged confusion of relationships, created by this very nature.

Emotions most ever an obstinate, is rightly said. You never know, when it came, and when u got trapped...but one definitely shall remain aware and confused, when one gonna leave it.

Emotion’s of relationship (read love) is often mixed with other feelings like guilty, obligation, non-loyalty, content, disgust, disgrace, (sometime(s) prejudice) et al. And this, effectively roots us to lower grade of relationships, where expectations does not intersect. They form the citadel of tangents at spatial. Then, by the virtue of such cult’s it becomes too difficult to ponder on the definitions, dimensions or paradigms of true relationship; ’coz of personal investment(s) of non-called emotions & feelings.


When we embarked for a true long-term relationship, (I’m talking about two opposite sex personals) we never know, when such cult got introduced somewhere in the mid-way. And then, they shall never allow you to intersect the needs of the Relationship. Have your ever noticed that you reached at a certain critical stage—a point - beyond which you simply cannot fly in the name of having Relationship?

I did.

It’s always there, we’re, at all times are showered (read wet) with horn’s of dilemma. Albeit, we never tend to cry out playing our own experiences. No doubt, very often, the answer to the next junction(s) is/are within us, and our desire to achieve those manifests remains unfolded and unturned. But when one achieve them (conditions do apply) one feel the wholeness & completeness within oneself. One understand the true worth of her/his.

I’m still despair…

At times, most loving word that we can utter in such condition to other person is “NO”, though you hate it the most. We grow in love - sometimes happily, sometimes painfully, sometimes gaining, sometimes loosing.

Why gaining? Hey, who said you’ve to loose a lot in love. And love is all about loosing yourself…its all bullshit. This is true, only when you can see your zenith, your pinnacle...else all despair. We always grow in love, you grow nirvanically, you grow spiritually, you grow sympathically, you grow literally in all sense.

But still,...at least at this very moment, I can’t sit thinking - I’m clear with all my Relationships. There’re lots of illusions which lingers and has got overloaded on my heart n mind, and hinders the clarity of Relationships (I can call it love). Though, the illusions I’ve for myself, in my take for her, carries an infinite explosion of affection for her & is a sure-shot a reflection of harmless, platonic - purity of love.

My humble Bee

I hardly knew thy closeness,
I hardly knew thy warmness,
I hardly knew thy sweetness,
I hardly knew thy anger,
I hardly knew thy separation.

My heart lingered,
In our sweet past,
Touching thy heart.

My eyes,
Watching thy soul,
Went outside to watch moon,
Thy only connection,
In this word.

I walk through the lawn,
But unable to find our moon.

I was unanswered,
I was never answered.

Her sighings,
Her laughter thunder,
Her interruptions,
All were a distant past.

All, as some imaginary waves,
Were oozing out of my heart,
But, non shall pass –

And I was deep into agony –
Thy separation was killing me.

Waves of thoughts were lingering,

Making a cloud,
Were relinquishing my passion for her.

My weaver dreams and heartfelt words,

All my emotions,
Came to a hault.

I was damned,

But I’m a phonix,
I want to surge out,
To kiss the sweetness,
To listen the honey words,
Of my humble bee.

A Prelude of Love

Honeyed layer over soft petal,
Tender pledge over supple pinks.
Like a drop of dew on a lotus,
Love’s first touch, a virgin kiss.

A prelude of love, a caring bridge,
Trembling lips, and radiant skin,
Warm breaths and cool nose,
Crimson face and drifting hairs.

Two lips, cherry red,
In crimson love,
Lips lick-locked,
Flattered me!

A touch of four petals,
to quench the thirst.
A touch;
A touch of two leaves.

Swirling inside gently,
A humble spiraling,
And ignited a fire inside.
Inside the cave.

Bridging proved to be
The happiest hour,
The shower of sweet drops.
We bestowed the crimson love.


Her lips said,
kiss me softly,
and speak to me low
Trust me dear,
the time is near,
Kiss me dear!
And I kissed her,
And kissed her gently,
and said,
you are beautiful, dear.

I kissed her lips,
And I tasted honey.
I sniffed her hair and said,
you smell like garden of roses.

I kissed her again, and
Earth went under my feet;
My soul was no longer
with in my body.

It seemed,
I touched the sky,
And brought the moon.
I had heard of the happiness,
I actually experienced it.

I told her,
You are an angel.
You’re the lifeline,
keeping me alive.


A bliss of kiss,
A kiss on lips,
Bliss lasting till eternity,
So precious, so sweet.

The first touch,
the morn in itself,
the hug through the shoulder,
The warm breaths.

The closed eyes
And tight hands around the back.
The sincerity of passion,
And closeness of souls.

So,
for a short while,
Still the essence of it,
Lasting forever.

I kissed the first time,
The first kiss.
Then to those hundred more,
And adding to those thousands one.

I kissed her, and I kissed her.
I kissed her, to make it million more.
And adding to those zillion one.
I kissed her, and I kissed her.




And I kissed her again,
A fresh,
a new,
as we first begun.

I kissed her.
Here,
there and everywhere.
And I died kissing her.

Let the Sleep be Awaken

Let the light waves & shadows fly;
Let the sleep be awaken.
Let the brightness be bright
beyond the yonder,
Let the silence come’s in commotion,
Let allow, taketh rest to sun,
and thy to glow.
Let the minds change thy play,
and mortals do thee work;
Let the sleep be awaken.

Is it ?

i remember everthing
what'd i 've done to avoid these thing ?

i'm in a terrible war with me,
deep down is a silence-that stop's me


this world has remained cruel with me,
i'd ve died without thou:dat sooths me.

obsessed wid cess; curing d mess,
wat ever d task, always had the mask.

somewhere in a core, i feel like scream,
donno, whether it's a real or a dream.

something inside me, pumps my life,
emulets of my emotions, diggin with the knife.

but i can't look, to reveal,
so than i can do the upheal.

dark n dangerous is the site,
my life is no more a kite.

life now, juss like a wartime novelty,
macheania is the only existing faculty.

till now was the past,
now befitting the cast.


is thy knows the plight ?
or this is not the ultimate hight ?

I Chatter, I Chatter

I can clearly portray myself
borrowing Tennyson’s verses:

I chatter, I chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

P.S. – I’m driving my own life
enjoying my journey
destiny may be decided
still not following any road maps
taking the uncharted path
at least I’ll find the answers to everything
may be – waiting for a traveler
to guide me till the eternity.

From the Editor's Desk

Dear readers,

At the outset let me wish all the dear students, a behemoth voyage called NOISE, and may you all blossom into ever vibrant, energetic and responsible citizens and technocrats of tomorrow, so that you all can take the cudgel of moulding one self, the country, so as to ease the lives of our countrymen.

It appears that the white elephant of the Orient is now getting up from deep slumber, and is now all set, to shed out all its laziness, which as been amply taken note of by all those concerned. Such news are welcome, and it bodes good for all of us.

The world has seen two vital revolutions, affecting all of mankind on this Earth which has changed the times and shape of things, decidedly in favor of those yearning for the changes for the good, and in the process has made the world look like a village. In the rat race to be one up, and in some cases in order to survive, one needs to be optimistic on all fronts, innovative, and alert and above all never to be complacent with the results. We are young, and to desire such of the above traits, is not a tall order. It is heartening to note that almost half of the nation’s population is in the age group of 18 to 35. This in itself is a great piece of news. Every second Indian is of our age group. It connotes that we youngsters constitute an important element that needs to be taken note of, and that any action taken also affects us in many ways. On the other hand, this group is an important work force, and if guided in the right path, I am sure, would take our country to great heights and even beyond the yonder.

Even today, we have been importing some vital technologies, so as to give fillip to our wheels of progress. The nation is paying through the nose in such imports, in spite of the fact that we have the third largest technically trained manpower and scientists in the world. It is an economic drain on the nation which led to serious repercussions. This trend needs to be stemmed, stopped, and even put in the reverse gear. Only then can a true smile of triumph would look apt on our face.

This then is our challenge. John F. Kennedy had once said to his citizens in the U.S. “Ask not what your country can give you, but ask what you can give to your country”. Of the total children who enters the portals of the school, only 7% can make it to the college level education, and we are those of the chosen few who have made it to the engineering colleges, still a small miniscule %. Professional education in our country is a luxury item, and it would be insane to waste such a golden opportunity, that has come our way. Our countrymen have been expecting sanguine results and deliverance of goods and techniques from us. Are we doing anything to measure up to their expectations? Are we able to pull our weight, over and above of the others, as we are expected to pull the weights of the have-nots.

At some time or other during our interaction with others, we have felt that there is a generation gap, and that others do not understand us and that at times we youngsters feel forlorn and disgusted. Of course, life is not a bed of roses all the way, and all days are not sundays. A pen is mightier than a sword, as the adage goes, and herein lies our opportunity.

It has been envisaged to launch the monthly periodical NOISE wherein every one of you who may have something to say vehemently, coherently, emphatically, can jot down your views, so that our colleagues, peers, and the reading fraternity can be in the know of what you say. Who knows, your views can bring a change in lives of some one, or bring solace to the other, or bring a windfall to someone else, or trigger a thought to innovate or simply spin a thread for some one, which can become an enlighted path for the wary. Opportunities are not to be wasted, and it is better late than never.

I, on behalf of you all, on the propitious occasion of the second issue of this monthly periodical, invite, regular contributory articles on scientific, literary, case studies, experiences, peer reviews, innovate ideas, et al, so as to enrich all, so as to satisfy us of the fact that we have done something to bring about a change for the better. If we start today, we might end up somewhere, but if no start is made, we do not end up anywhere.

Adieu for now.

Echoes

This is something i wrote when I was in 4th Semester, juss to put up on the college notice board. And believe me, my first on poem did magic. I still love this poem so much. Muwwah...

The poem is poisoned
The ink doesn’t flow
The heart is aching
The hurt doesn’t show !!!

Some where lies confusion
Deep & significant
The thoughts are jammed
The words are uneasy & unsure
The self doesn’t speak anyone!!!

And in the silent cave ---
All sounds are echoes
And echoes don't sound anymore!!!

Black

This is something i wrote on 26th February, 2008. One of my oldest writing.

That day, my friend Raxit, (now in Adani Power) came to my room. That time were in 8th semester. He came to me at my room at around 20 hrs and asked me to write him a para on the movie black. phew. what ? blah blah blah. Then he brought me a CD of Black movie and we saw it. After completion of the movie i started narrating him and he started jotting down the following thing. Here it is:

History says that if you want to win you need to concentrate on your actions never through arguments. But tour de force BLACK says – win through your actions as well as arguments. As you can see from my non-materialistic up-hill definition of 5 distinguished letters:

B – blatant

L – limpid

A – alacrity

C – citadel

K – kindle

Mr. Devraj Sahay, remained the cause as well the effect he ramined a teacher and a preacher indeed. He barged in magic as well as illusions. He let his student preach the roll of thought, he taught her to coach herself the outcome. Though they failed many times, but they indeed never failed. They’re actually accelerated towards the pinnacle. They drew an exponential line towards the growth having the positive slope. A learned cerebral wise mortal committed in his structure believed in courage & overlooking danger – same were the legacies in his student.

There’re times when the guardians of that wicked & pathetic kid were the only barriers, but the magician lucidly handled the limitations by his ART:

A – appreciate & acknowledge
R – restate your own commitment
T – trace down your own committement

He didn’t played a knock out game – though it might turn – up as & never allowed any body to do that & tried to imbibe that there is always a sunrise after the sunset. This movie clearly portrays – the dark is always dark but light is not always light.

On the footnote of her teacher, preacher, she went on & on & on & on, never gave up, she debated herself, she repeated the past & there by accelerated the change at this junction I’d like to encapsulate my short presentation about the movie by uttering some words by George Bernard Show:

“You see things; & you say why
I dream things that never where;
& I say why not”?

Ode to Thee

Heavenly Drops:

You’re the one, who gave me words,
You’re the one, who taught me speak,
You’re the one who made me live my life - -

You’re my resilient power,
You’re my source of inspiration,
You’re my musings,
You’re my success,
You’re my destruction,
You’re my power,
You’re my sacrifice,
You’re my prosperity,
You’re my music,
You’re my rhythm,
You’re my humming,
You’re the soul of my life.

Our relationship,
So pure, so strong.
None shall cross,
None shall break.
Friends forever.

It starts with
A tiny life in a cocoon,
Gestation starts,
Life sprung,
In the warmth
Of togetherness.
Like gold
Spun inside.

And then
Our friendships’ aromatic
Like sweet fragrance of earth
During first rain
And we flashed,
Like seven colours
Of a rainbow,
High in the sky.


In the first rain,
We drenched together,
We danced together,
We laughed together,
We walked,
Hand in hand,
We sat,
Under a tree,
To take rest,
To whisper,
To play,
The warmness grew,
Sheer closeness
And nothing else.
Pure and impeccable,
Strong and resounding,
Resilient and symbiotic.

Rain never stops,
To drench us,
With its pureness.

Warmness of our relationship,
Grew stronger and stronger.
Fragrance of our relationship,
Became heavenly good.

We danced together,
On the seventh heaven,
Amid the constellations,
In the ambience
Of sparkling lights,
We could see each other,
And were ready to drink
The sparkle of realationship.

P.S. This post is also dedicated to Zeher.