Saturday, August 28, 2010

We live in Unromantic times …

When was the last time something MAGICAL happened to you? ...

The twinkling eyes of surprise, honest eagerness, the midnight oil, the elation of possession of something awaited or the presence of a loved one and all those little things that made everyday feel like a romance with life, are lost somewhere. These are for sure unromantic times! These are times when we fail to remember the last time we felt things were magical enough to make us feel reality as only a passing and that there is something greater and better.

I wish I could be there on spring afternoons when eager children awaited the keeper to go off sight, to break into a protected mango orchard, armed with self-made catapults & stones. Mango trees with branches heavy of ripe fruit - a bright pleasant sight - struck free of their weight by the children who then devour the mangoes – a fresh yellow & green.

My fervent heart fantasizes the times when love letters and stolen moments captured in poetry were treasured as memoirs of great displays of affection between lovers. Times of Shakespeare, Keats & Ghalib. Moments that were passed on over generations as models of how love could be a candle in the dark. I envy those times when distance could churn a deeper sense of affection in lovers than break it.

There was time when the theatre & films were the primary inspiration of the lives of many; where they searched for inspiration to churn realities. Long queues and journey’s after, the pleasure of the plain two-tone printed paper – the ticket, shone like gold. To engage elated in the elaborate states of fiction where death evaded the hero as the mother’s devotion infallible protected him and he always got away with the best woman.

I look for inspiration into a time, when there were no politicians, but were leaders &/or legends who inspired masses with nothing but pure will. Those who made death feel like rebirth. They were men & women who could not be stopped by the many things that could arrest mortal souls in their steps. Almost divine their presence could awe all and sundry to action in blind faith.

We live in such unromantic times where the magic is lost. The inspiration is lost. There is pain, doubt & ignorance that disturbs us and takes us away from all that is and could be magical with our lives. There is a growing space in my heart for those lost & simple but magical moments. I only pray now that I could find a few of my own and you could find yours.

Let’s make life more romantic!

~ Arun Raj ~

Monday, August 23, 2010

~ Pursuit of Love ~

Oh blessed are thee, those hurt in love.
Of journey’s done in the pursuit of happiness
This be the noblest of them.

~ Arun Raj ~

Images from Krista - Pulitzer Prize-winning photojournalist

Sunday, August 22, 2010

~ Dancing for Wings ~

I danced until my heart cried
Praying wings for my feet – they pained.

Awaited now the flight.

~ Arun Raj ~

~ Sweet Pain of Love ~

So blue my heart of the pain of love,
That the red of my blood turns green
In the envy of its displeasure !

~ Arun Raj ~

Saturday, August 21, 2010

~ Spirit Free ~

I bathed in the light of a thousand candles.

To yellow to white and to gas I turned.

And now free of my body at last;

I can fly beyond my human boundaries cast.

~ Arun Raj ~
March 16, 2010

Image Credits - Richard R Young

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Pictures - Friends lost, Love found

Some pictures of a past
Long behind - stand out!
Of friends, lovers & moments
Set apart by time, captured in Pictures.

A cup of tea, a shared smoke,
A cake smudged across faces,
T-shirts worn alike or the cheap hang-outs
We spent time at - all shine clear now.

Oh younger we were
As babies, brothers, sisters and
Trying Teenagers.
Unbound, unfolding like an intense book.

Tears find the corners of the eyes
Like a puppy to its ball.
An overwhelmed heart
Pumps out emotions lost.

The age of each picture evident
In pecks of dust gathered,
The crumbles on some
And the tear on others.

Our faces growing older
The signs of age taking over.
People in our arms changing
But not the love we share.

Some love of a past
Long behind - comes back!
Of friends, lovers & moments
Set apart by time, captured in Pictures.

~ Pushku (Arun Raj), 17.08.2010 ~
Dedicated to Shiju, Jikku, Pappi, Jestin, Lisha, Ashi & Albert who know me best as 'Pushku' - Love you guys :)

Sunday, August 15, 2010

A Woman I knew

I once knew a woman.
Light as a feather she tread;
Watching every stone underneath,
As she took each step
Lost in the delight
Of watching her own steps take flight.

I once waited for her
On a busy street – eager.
Around the corner I keep watching;
A minute – a decade, and
A second – a year, it feels,
But time had lost its purpose.

I once sat with her – listening keen;
Of poets living from the pages
Of books – worn, and words – animate.
My time was now a machine;
Tick-tock it did. But my heart – anew,
Sang to me – ‘The beginning, the end is all here!’.

I once sat to write a song about her.
I strung a few words together, on a stray paper.
And I wished they felt fit in her tribute.
But they ran away – insecure!
Into a jungle of memories;
All they send back was – Special!

I once sat with her across
A table - uneasy between us!
Something in her sent me fetching
Each time I looked at her.
As if my words eloped
With her singing spirit.

I once walked alongside her
In loops around – as no end seemed right.
How much we wished
Each moment stood &
Each tingle we felt evaded time.
Oh, how little we knew each other!

I once had to say goodbye.
Some say I cried & others say I laughed
When I had to leave her behind.
I wished hardest then;
To stop my broken heart's leak!
But goodbyes evaded me.

I do wish now that we could do it all again
The endless roads, the poets forlorn,
The lost time & the busy streets;
Her hand in mine!
With a passing gale now I wish to it -
Take me along to her - that Woman I knew!

~ Arun Raj - 15/08/2010 ~
Dedicated to a special lady

Photo by rsplatpc