The imagined 3-D Model of the #Big Bang.
MODEL OF THE UNIVERSE
There is a beautiful reserved forest area in north Delhi, a wild area that has been caged within the national capital city-state of Delhi. Although it’s usually too crowded by commuters and university students, the Kamala Nehru Northern Ridge still in its vastness provides you the joy of solitude, if you take the road less trodden on. I can assure you, in this wilderness you will not get lost!
Why do you hide under a veil?
When all you could be doing is soaring on your wings?
Why do you reach for stars,
When all you could know is you have it in you to shine?
Why age them in just peering through,
Those eyes, yours, shy like a virgin, which want to learn…
The veil, that poor see through thing,
Are you letting it, or is it really caging you, against your will?
Have they tied anklets around your feet,
In gold and silver that gleam but clang like cowbells?
Tell me of your childhood, your real one.
Did you have a ‘gudda’* then, you loved to fondle around all day?
You did, didn’t you? You loved him.
Then everything changed, when your childhood was taken from you.
You were just told, what was right and wrong,
You just winked once and your lovebirds took off into the blue.
Never you got to see them ever again,
Those mad birds, soaring high, higher than ever you’d flown your kite.
Those disobedient little creatures,
But why aren’t you happy, that they’ve left you…?
You must wonder where now they live,
Have they gone away far enough to live in some other world…?
Those two eyes, two tiny little birds,
Must be wandering among all beautiful things, which you won’t know…
Those obstinate, selfish birds, that live in dreams,
Ever wondered how they bless humanity every night? They hope for us.
The air simmers, blisters. Induced hallucinations.
The cracked open mouth of wounded earth,
Seeped with blood red and covered with rust.
Centuries and eons of memories clouded by dust.
The fragile lines were breached once long ago,
The tempest had once rushed into my shore.
It’s been long and time has swept away the resort
The floods and waves of tide haunted me to drown.
Then the sea is just a embittered memory,
And it was a heap of sand I’d leapt into. Not death.
See, the passion had been sung well to drone.
To arise and laugh back, when mirages mock.
It’s been long I’ve lived scared to scraps and bolts.
It, the post traumatic stress disorder in me craving blood.
But I’m ready to go all out again, for surfing in the sea of love.
And she has to come out too, the madwoman locked in my head…
The fighter in me. The rebel. The poet. The lover.
The unchained philosopher, her storm unleashed.
Night has finally settled bets with daylight
There right there, fate’s let my midnight sun dawn.
Now again the tempest blows ashore, from the east.
The distant roars of the hungry cranky clouds resound
After flashes of desire reflecting his heart and mine.
After a long time I know, it will rain and it will rain.
Wishes to forget the past wounds wont bear fruit, I know.
Like hopes don’t germinate from wet ashes.
But thinking of you, I really wish, I could forget…
I shiver at certain thoughts, my wishes, some dreams.
Because, again to give it a thought, it’s impossible,
And can’t exist.
Like I’m Calypso reincarnated,
Cursed by the gods for all ages…
To live in an all consuming solitude.
The fates, ever so cruel have left me,
Absolutely no chance at redemption.
Now, as my saviour, they’ve sent me you.
But I know you’ll go away as well.
You have to.
But, I’ll always be here,
Not thinking, not hoping.
Scared to even give it a spare little thought.
Terrified, I’ll ruin the spell.
The fateful moment has cast between us.
But I will never tell.
Like Midas I turn everything I touch, to cold metal.
Which, like statues, start dying on me.
Another composition. I was trying to write a rhyming lyric, here is the out come. An AB-CD-EF verse.
I will tear down the face of heaven and spread it around thy paradise,
I will steal all the stars to release them to roam in thy wake like a thousand fireflies…
The meandering streams of light will wash through the grassy meadows wavering in the wind.
The flood to the the fire, and all in between will merge and slake, when love overflows its brink.
The torments ending when fighting through the tentacles of time and snares of evil fate,
I will find you, your arms, your warmth and lips. And here, again, I wake.
This isn’t really nice or promising, but I couldn’t think of a better twist to it, than making it all a dream that breaks when the fantasy reaches it’s prime. Hope you all like it.
Have a great day ahead. 🙂
Watch a dream
Poisoned by a curse
Watch your broken song
And crumbled verse.
The city of your love
Captured by decay
A lifetime of hope
You were meant for such times
O’ Wise Fool, where
Tall dreams are not a crime
And treasured is your emerald tear.
Photo and verse: Afreen Hussain (http://www.facebook.com/songsoftheflute)
There in the outskirts of the the City of New Delhi lies a stretch of cursed land where the Sultan Ghiyasuddin Tughlaq (pronounced Ghiyath al-Din Tughlaq in Urdu) had built the fifth city of Delhi.
Curse of the Sufi Saint, Nizamuddin Auliya.
Ghiyas-ud-din, as an Emperor, is usually perceived as a liberal ruler. However, he was so passionate about his dream fort that he issued a dictate that all labourers in Delhi must work on his fort. The Saint [Nizamuddin Auliya], a Sufi mystic, got incensed as the work on his baoli (well) was stopped. The confrontation between the sufi saint and the royal emperor has become a legend in India. The saint uttered a curse which was to resonate throughout history right until today Ya rahey hissar, ya basey gujjar (may it [the fort] remain unoccupied/infertile, or else the herdsmen may live here).
And indeed to this day it has stood still, as the fort lies crumbling, hundreds of years later…in it’s solitude. miles stretch on and no sign of human habitation. It’s like this strategically important city is indeed forgotten by all of human race.
However the rustic beauty of the place and the resonating silence go together side by side like it was meant to be. A curse, so binding, it’s a fact, I do not wish to disturb the peace and serenity. It would feel like dropping an antique urn containing the ashes of a God, and weeping over the lost remains would be bitterly pathetic.
This is my advice to you as a friend, or you could call a person who knows her India well, visit this place. A chance like this comes once in a lifetime, and this is something you gotta see before you leave Delhi. Not very far from the city. It’s Tughlakabad. Subway available just nearby.
This is where you’ll find yourself at par with your soul…as you trying to listen to the drums beating as the emperor presides over his court, and then the saint walking in with his lute, and the words uttered, you already know.
Have a great time…:)
At a shore on a sunny day…
One shell laid inverted on another,
A giant foot stamps hard on it.
The sand shifts to take them in.
Nothing changes, nothing breaks.
That’s how I don’t care.
My heart’s laid bare, take it in,
You never know when the sand gets wet,
And molds into hard clay.
‘Cause then the shells will break,
When the foot pounds in,
With a little more weight.
I’ll always love you.
I’ve always loved you.
And I will always love you.
Others will come into my life, like every morning is new, and we try new things, every other day.
But every night, like I put on a different set of clothes, to sleep away the lonely, tragic hours,
I drink you in like an exotic wine, some magic potion…
that erases every thing and rewinds time back to the day we met.
The day, I traded in my soul to the devil,
That I may remember you as the only man in my life.
And then I remember everything.
Oh, and with love…
These violent delights have violent ends…
Why, I couldn’t remember that,
Before I gave away my heart,
In just a fancy little fantasy?
But now I know, it’s all the same.
What I’ve become, I don’t wanna know.
It’s only me now, the only one,
Who can surprise me in my ire.
And nothing else.
No more fire. No more violence.
Just stretches of grey foggy dreariness everywhere,
Hard as rock, the hall of stones stand,
Like walls of doom over me.
Like a volcano too cools down one day.
Then rocks do not react to water or a touch.
That’s where violent fantasies end,
And worldly delights begin…