My dreams don’t let me sleep

The peeking sun
जिस रात में 
नींद ना हो
वहाँ सपने कहाँ 

जो सपने देखे 
खुली आँखों से 
वहाँ नींद कहाँ 
Tossing and turning
Through a sleepless night
where is the sleep there 

where dreams are seen
with open eyes 
where is the sleep there

Life – All about change

The drag 
in the moment
the creep
of the clock
why is all so still 
Is not the life
All about moving?

The rush 
of the desires
The whirlwind
Of temptations
Why is all so blurred
Is not the life 
All about vision?

Am I further
Or getting closer
Away from being born
Or closer to death
Why is all so dead
Is not the life 
All about living?

A breath taken
A breath given away
A world consumed
A world exhaled
Why is it all so full 
Is not the life
All about being empty?

The moment passed
The next one arrived
It’s not the same
It never will be
Why is it all, yet so static
Is not the life
All about change?

Our song, for me and you

It’s loud
Yet I hear it only

I can switch off the music
Yet the sound 
rings continuously 

It’s not on the device 
It’s doesn’t flow 
through the headphones 
It resides in the deep
Deeper than the mind and the bones

Where I need no ears 
To hear
Need no pods
To connect

it echoes
Reverberates
Trapped 
In the sacred hollow in me

You can hear it too
If you hear it in my eyes
With no ears
No pods

When you hear it
It will resonate 
You will know
The song plays in you too

Similar 
Yet not the same
Loud
only for me and you

There is No Bulb

We gathered in the balcony. 

Sipping whiskey and watching the dark night. 

Silently reflecting and occasionally making conversation. Nothing in particular and none too serious.

Music filled the pauses in the conversation. Each one having their own conversation in their minds and a customary one with the others. 

The night was nearing early morning.

The balcony was amply and a tad bit overly lit. It would have been perfect, but the mood and theme was not resonating with the abundant lux that the white LeD lights were exuding. 

It was the night, that we needed to see and not show ourselves to the night.

A lamp shade hung from the ceiling. Aesthetic (and a bit rustic) with minimalistic perforations. It seemed ‘perfect fit’ for the current need and theme. The minimalistic lights would be just enough to make us aware of each other yet keep us obscured and private.

We asked the hostess, if we can switch on the hanging lamp on and shut down other brighter LeDs. 

Without out looking up, while still staring at the thick night outside, she said casually and matter-of-factly…

“Bulb Nahin hai. Nahin Jalega.”(It won’t light. It has no bulb)

It was a simple yet profound statement.

We sat and silently pondered on the statement. Staring at the night and sipping whiskey.

Sometimes, one has everything external to be the right choice. Much beyond the other brighter prospects. 

However, if the internal spark is missing, it can never work, no matter which switch you click and whatsoever volts of electricity is pumped in.

If there is no bulb. It won’t light

“Bulb Nahin Hai. Nahin Jalega”

This phrase is usable for many occasions and contexts

  • To describe a person, who wouldn’t fit
  • To describe an idea which won’t resonate
  • To describe a plan which won’t work

“Bulb Nahin Hai. Nahin Jalega”

#NbNl

Get me a real laugh

What makes you laugh?

A tickle on the feet

Or on the happy rib

the unfairness of life

And the fairness of his judgment

The unnecessary wait

The necessary yearn

The unwanted truth

And the needed lies

The unproductive rush

And the much needed rest

The wrong destination

And the awesome journey

There so so many things

That make me laugh

Sometime to hide

Sometimes to show