Holding the storm inside the red veins,
Conversing with the interweaving nerves,
Inanely, signals are being processed,
Inanely, figments are being designed..
Floating more with mayhem,
Watching the dance of dark roof,
Shell of vows is wrapped tightly,
Inescapable intellect wanders furiously...
Little imprints beside the shore,
Smell of last breeze of dusk,
Glimpse at the tiny shiny beans sparkling up,
Perceive sound of the silence of world.
Endless listening to the active machines,
Regression to hold the sharp sword,
Unbelievable mystical powers and clues,
Coincidental talking of omens...
Into the world of life,
Out of the tacit signs.
Out of the world of death,
Into the world of journey...
copyright aditi kochhar
i mean speechless again to read this creative art..!!! :)
ReplyDeleteWell... When I read it, on that day itself, I was shaken.
ReplyDeleteHear the sound of silence.
You have matured as a poetess.. Life, makes us evolve and learn... As I've said before, life's nothing, but a learning process.
There are times, when we face rough weather. Storms... Circumstances... And then, we must realise, who or what's the reason behind all of it?
Is it something that is external? Any external factor/human/society???
Or is it, something internal? Think again.
It is our very own deep seated fears, which we face everytime, and while confronting to circumstances...
It is the in-built, the things inside, which we have to conquer..
The thing is, the battle with our own prejudices/ego/fears, comes veiled, coincidentally, we face them, through external events.
Only when something happens outside, our fears come above, to the surface... And, we think, "Oh! It's happening because of this this person..."
When a child is born, he/she is innocent. (That's why we like babies of virtually all animals, be it a dog or a lion...)
It's the society, from whose interaction, we develop notions/beliefs/prejudices/principles, and associate all of these with our ego.
So no matter what, we try to defend them.
Alas! Life/Nature has its own ways...
Free your mind. Let all the notions/prejudices/ego, shed away... And the person will see, s/he is free, light, lively... Suddenly, we begin to live.
The question isn't, if there's life after death. The IMPORTANT thing is-
Is there is life, before death?
Are we living?
A person, wants to live, where his/her heart leads to...
But, the ingrained fears, stored up in the brain, chain down. Poor brain, what else can it do!
Okay! Seems my comment is turning into a blogpost itself!
The bottomline remains-
It is we, who have to confront with everything, with a bold face. Brain is not the enemy, but the fears inside it are the ones that have to be conquered.
It is we, who decide, whether we want to live life or live death...
Everything that happens, EVERYTHING, is a learning process.
Coincidences are no-thing. They happen between two people, when there's this metaphysical connection. Only when your sub-conscience is in constant touch with that of the other.
Otherwise, it's not a fantasy, that on a particular moment you are weeeping, and someone, kilometres away, asks, "What's wrong?"
It happens... And as we will see, it is not that of a surprise thing... A post coming on this particular thing.
Well, march ahead, soldier. Trust the day, that changed everything... Full circle.
Here I go then! But first-
ReplyDeleteUmesh Ma'am is an amazing teacher... One of those few, who has really kept the fading interest alive, in the students, for the mother tongue..
So, here's the "Vyakhya"!!!
STANZA 1:
The poetess is referring to a storm. A violent turbulence that has been on a rampage. The reader may think of this, as something external. The storm, maybe on the outside. A circumstance, that has been created by some external factors or influences, because, of which, the poetess is facing it tough to go through.
But, if we look this in a different perspective altogether, we may find, that the storm may well be, from the inside.
The turbulence… The massive wave, is sweeping in, the inside… Running through the veins…The person, is living with it. Trying to fight with it.. Live with it… Resist it… Hold it inside…
Also, the storm inside, has been given much speed, by the rising river of emotions, inside the heart and the mind.
Emotions have accelerated the whole thing.
Meanwhile, the intellect, the conscience, the waking/thinking state of the mind, is trying to simplify, the puzzle. It is in a puzzle… A maze… Or, in a web…Through which, it is finding its way out for light of hope and joy.
The mind, is continuously thinking… Thinking very hard, to find out a way forward…
Signals, stimuli are being analyzed… The direction, the path, which nature is showing, is being contemplated with. The little hints nature shows are being processed… There’s also a meta-physical angle attached to it. Signals, from one’s divine, are being seen, processed, and making one-self ready, to act on it.
Deep down, inside, figments of imagination… Those cherished dreams… Wishes… Desires… Are being made… Planned… Prayed for… Hoped for…
Stanza 2:
ReplyDeleteThe person is trying to get acclimatized with the scenario and is trying to let life.. The things happening around, to take shape, by themselves…
“Mayhem”-
a situation in which there is little or no order or control:
So, the person is just letting the situation to turn out, as nature would shape it… The person is going passive here, not active… Trusting, on the esoteric entity, also known as-
Fate!
“Shell of vows, is wrapped tightly.”, Again, a very beautiful line.
The person, is having some promises… Along with, some dreams.. Hope… Desires… And Wishes… Which she is carrying, keeping it close to the heart, going against the storm… Against the strong wind… Keeping it close, inside a shell, inside the heart, so that the contents inside, don’t get destroyed, by the storm…
Picturizing the whole thing…
“A dark night… Strong wind… Storm… Lightening.. With that un-seasonal rain, making everything cold…..Trees shaking by the roots… No sign of life…
But, there’s a traveller… Who has to cut through the storm.. Make her way out… Without getting hurt by the storm.. And also, keeping the heart, inside, the emotions, intact, alive and kicking!”
At times, there are also, signs of frustration… Frustrated, to end all the turbulence.. That the time is not going at great speed… That, everything is not returning to normalcy…
Stanza 3:
ReplyDeleteThe beautiful, memorable things occurred in the past, get etched up in the mind… Which we cherish, cheer about, throughout our lives…
Those little imprints lay, as if foot-steps, on the sea-shore…
Then, spontaneously, tiny lights… Sparkling lights, glow up! Making us smile, filling up with joy… These may be, the figments… Our dreams… Our vision… Our lovely desires, what we wish for, in the future… And, when these, picture in the mind, for a very fracton of time, we get enthused with energy.. With happiness, and with new spirit, to make that happen.
Even, when there’s too much noise, outside, there is felt, a silence… Not an ordinary one though… A silence, that has its own music.. Its own sound… Harmony… “Sur”…Melody…
And it is this silence, which we hear… This divine sound… The voice of divine!
Stanza 4:
ReplyDeleteThe person is in a way fed up, from listening to the machines… If emotions are removed from a human, then he is nothing but a machine…
There is an urge to stop the un-emotional, plain, “machine blabber”…
Also, there’s a reluctance to end up something… That thing is-
The previously planned things, which now are nothing but smoke… But, there is some inertia, felt by the person, to get synchronized with the new reality…
In life, CHANGE IS THE ONLY CONSTANT….
Now, I know, the reason for the last two lines of the stanza, though, why the incident, because of which that “coincidence” happened, is yet to be told…
As if the whole universe, the whole nature is conspiring, planning to make something happen.. Mystical things happen… Seeing which, we get amazed…
Stanza 5:
ReplyDeleteThe poetess, ends on a very positive and hopeful note.
Out from the storm and into the world of life… Joy… Happiness…
Finally, living…
Out from the trap of gloom.. Of superficiality… Of “Namesake” things…
Finally, into the world, of journey… Travel, adventure, hope… Life… Love…
In the end, this is arguably your one of the epic creations...
ReplyDeleteAnd as usual, my comments are HUGE... :-)