Shams of tabriz

"Intellect and love are made of different materials. Intellect ties people in knots and risks nothing, but love dissolves all tangles and risks everything. Intellect is always cautious and advises  'beware too much ecstasy' whereas love says 'oh, never mind! Take the plunge!' Intellect does not easily break down, whereas love can effortlessly reduce itself to rubble. But treasures are hidden among ruins. A broken heart hides treasures."

"Most of the problems of the world stem from linguistic mistakes and simple misunderstandings. Don't
ever take words at face value. When you step into the zone of love, language as we know it becomes obsolete. That which cannot be put into words can only be grasped through silence."

Amateur Poetry Series #3

VOILET NIGHT

By Poornima Katyal

A hue of shade entered the darkness,
Measuring the depth of sulkiness,
Why is night so dark, so blue?
With a sigh of relief the happiness flew.

The morning considered a ray of hope,
Why are you taken as a hint of dope?
You bring so much beauty and affection;
But mortals feel to give no attention.

Instead they prefer to sopor and wait for sunshine to pour;
Naives are they, for they don't know,
Your comrade moon ignites from sun,
Sun is never gone when moon stays on.

Hey voilet night! shine like a princess in the moon light,
Diffuse your conjuration with hopeful insight,
That someday hopers find your magic beneath the stars,
They will know that you shine instead of the scar.

The sense modality is enriched with the dawn,
The romanticised feelings twaddle the song,
Heart is healed, for the charm you play,
Faith in you is sealed, for the calmness you display.

A sense of warmth, I find in your cover,
A silence more than ever ;
My soul stirs to the loneliness I feel,
Because its the most amourous hideaway I seek.

A vacation of whim takes over me,
Fantasizing about the future I see;
Your peace is pretty as ever,
An awakening from slumber.

The charm you withhold, enamours me,
Laying on cot I keep wondering;
Your intrinsical patience , is worth applauding,
Your mavens keep glistening without sinking.

Voilet night! keep enchanting and evading me with your mystery,
To make me desire you more and more.

Amateur Poetry Series #2

The unturned page of confessions…….

Come closer and see what I feel for you

That I never felt before

Waiting like a nymph for your shivering touch

To learn the meaning of true love

Mellifluous is your voice to my ears

You enter my heart with soft leers

Touch my lips as a gentle pear

You hold me firmly and stare in the eyes

Making me forget the misery stories

Causing me to believe in untouched memoirs

The mesmerizing scent of your soul divine

Smells like heaven, oh! it feels so pure

The stroke of your luscious lips on my neck

That clinch of the fist, that mellow roar

I think for a while, I'll fall from grace

Until you caress and snuggle me over

I feel my glass has fallen for you

I know, I want you for now

May be I want your touch forever

I feel like a slave to your love

I've lost it all, I just have your flavour

Let me rule over your body and brain

Let me be your soft white feather

I'll march through your lane of love

With silent lucidity, holding your hand

Holding it tight, holding it forever

Words are only words I agree

But eyes don't lie, neither do tears

I know I want you bad enough

Please come to me

Or dry these tears...

Amateur Poetry Series #1

A Sinless Joy!!!

In simplicity lies serenity,

In chasteness lies beauty,

The calmness of the sky made me wonder,

Why are we so afraid of silence?

It’s so beautiful sitting by the corner of the road,

Seeing people come and go,

The stars waving hi and the moon passing by,

I never felt the way I did.

Thank you for everything,

For the sane and the insane things,

For the evening full of placidity, the night sated with gratification,

I felt the peace like never before.

The sweetness of partaking, the fragrance of innocence,

I enjoyed to the core, with all my heart and all my soul,

The way you reckoned me;

And deciphered my utters.

All I could think was, “what a silent suffer!”

The waves of pain got lower;

The demented life became so sober,

Oh! It was so good to be alone but together in that crowded place.

A delicious dessert and a delightful treat,

I can never bring it back nor can I make it that sweet,

The moments are momentous, they pass away,

But memories are sublime, as they always stay.

#longhailnirbhaya

so the govt. thought of naming the fund for girl child/woman safety as NIRBHAYA fund. should the girl up there be happy that she has ignited the fire in people to change the game and initiated a measure of gender senstivity; or sad for not making it to a prolonged happy life. 

My rightful survival

so as a woman, as a citizen of Delhi and as a human being everyday i have to fight for my rightful survival...

#1- have started traveling by  metro (new office being in Delhi) metro travel is painless but what hurts the most physically and mentally is the auto hiring (a) they don't use the meter, after so many chances given to them to be fair they just don't (b) they have a lobby with a fixed price point, they don't budge from that (c) they refuse to go to your destination for their own good reasons, and in the morning if you try taking an auto from a crowded station, you HAVE to share. Evening, they just refuse to go because they want to save themselves from the traffic.

#2- so to save myself from this hassle today in a good mood i decided to drive down. oh! wasn't a good decision for the amount of traffic and red lights i had to stop to. But music was a good save. Now, i stopped at a nearby petrol pump to get the car fuelled. First the attendant heard 300 instead of 1000 and i don't understand how they do it, but he filled gasoline worth 300 rs, i had sensed the fishiness already. Then he apologized and filled the rest of the fuel.

i moved and after a mile I realized, i have been cheated, had to cross two red lights, take a u turn to go back to the fuel station and express my concern. Very coolly he accepted the mistake and said sorry. SORRY is a very good word. i asked him to call the manager but he said sorry again and requested me to save him from getting fired. Damn Indians are good with sympathetic-like, emotions both at the giving and the receiving end. i let it go. (a) He was 17 years old (b) he was nice to me (if i leave the cheating-me-case out). Imagine if they cheat 10 customers on an average daily for an average amount of rs 200. An attendant earns 2000 rs. everyday by unfair means.

many more such things happen daily.  And we feel helpless sometimes and give in to it. But best is raise it.  You never know you might start a new revolution.

the great delhi road story

People today are so ego driven and all for the wrong reasons...

"So a guy in a Honda city was about to take a right turn suddenly sees a tempo coming from the other side, both got stuck and no one was ready to reverse holding the traffic behind them for good fifteen minutes...cars kept honking but those guys stared at each other throwing "you-don't-know-me" glances and "you-will-reverse-first" attitude. Guys come on, nobody is gonna think you are a loser just because you gave side to the other one other than yourself and that is what you have to learn...#great Delhi road story!

a beautiful wedding!

I have never enjoyed wedding functions in my life. I feel weddings are just a way to stay part of the society you live in, which is of course essential but I am sure there are other ways where you can stay a part of the society which doesn’t necessarily involve extravagant ways.

Allow me to quote “Barbara de Angelis”

The real act of marriage takes place in the heart, not in the ballroom or church or synagogue. It's a choice you make - not just on your wedding day, but over and over again.

For some it’s a cultural necessity, for some blessings given by messengers of God (read pundits), for some just a way to prove to the world how rich they are. I have attended weddings where; there were 256 dishes to be precise for guests to choose from, 9L were spent in a day only on food, guests cribbed even after the arrangements were perfect for hosts’ limit. Huh! The grand celebrations may be fun for a lot of people but to me personally its boring, unpleasant and money wasting exercise.

Allow me to quote “Friedrich Schiller”

A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.

But recently I attended a wedding which was not a mere wedding but a celebration in all its true sense. It wasn’t an extravaganza for people who had to be invited coz they invite you, people had to be gifted more than you are implied to. Nor was it a grand feast where the food is wasted like nobody’s business. It was a family get together where family from all over the country and even outside the country came to wish the bride and the groom with all their benevolent heart, they had contagious energy and  joyous hearts to begin with. A small gathering of friends and family were together to have good fun. Everyone was part of the celebration and was expected to be a helping hand in the wedding.

The party started with a guitar night and the youth were having a blast. It was in house- like a garden party you read about in English short stories. All the important wedding functions were held at the same ground. A lively lamp and flower décor filled the space with brimming light, filled the hearts with erupting joys. And I realized a family who looks out for “khushiyan” in smaller things.

 A wedding where expenses were made with utter sense and no illogical write-off was done. Be it sangeet, haldi or baraat everything was superb and I enjoyed every bit of it. Every guest was treated like a house member giving him/her full joy of the place as well as the parties. The food was tastefully selected and most amazing I have ever had.

The bride looked gorgeous with her smile on and happiness spreading contagiously to all the family members.

How I wish to have something like this for my own D-day.

Lastly, allow me to quote “David Tutera”

“There is no such thing as a perfect wedding. A wedding is about the love that surrounds the couple and it tells the story of the bride and the groom. If the wedding allows the guests to be transported to an emotional place they never thought they could be before, that’s a perfect wedding. If they can walk away seeing something they’ve never seen before, that’s a perfect wedding. If you learn more about the bride and the groom and their story, that’s a perfect wedding. It’s not about how beautiful the flowers are, how great the food is, how big the cake is, how beautiful the dress is; those are things you have to do. It’s about walking away with an emotion you didn’t think you had.