RELATION

Without a reader, both poetry and poet are half complete. Reading is a medium, beautiful, that makes me an essential part of the two.

While reading Gibran two days ago, I came across a stanza which I highlighted on second reading with a sketch pen. I re-read and smiled. It related me somehow.

“ He is a solitary figure,

Robed in simplicity and kindness;

He sits upon the lap of Nature to draw his inspiration,

And stays up in the silence of the night,

Awaiting the descending of the spirit.”

‘The Poet’      ( Book 8:  A Tear And A Smile )

Though I remain mingled among my companions for most of the time, yet the final hour of the night reduce me to a lone individual, cut off from my friends;

And that I am simple, kindness is also my trait for I never knew to be a species of a high fashioned class;

It was and is the Nature only, my Mother dear, from whom I seek consolation and inspiration as well;

As poetry is a natural song of spontaneity, its birth waits for no proper time. So I remain wakeful every silent hour, alert, lest the beautiful examples of life pass me without my noticing

And aware, only when the weary mind is conceived of beautiful imageries and soothing sound of the perched train of words within me that the silent hours of benediction has been blessed. 

WINTER HAS COME

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inter has come because the days are cold here and the mornings and nights, unlike summer, are occupied by mist, making it a perfect setting to write of either a romantic or a horror story.

The humidity is comparatively lower than in summer, so, no much sweating. This could be one reason why people appear neat in winter.  But it could be also one reason why people bath less. Assure you, however, that I bathe daily unlike what I said. ;)

The Sun is also not so oppressive; it’s warm and mild and pleasant. Air conditioner had been switched off two weeks ago; it’s its resting time after the long dutiful working summer days. Because of these, the washings usually hung on balcony take longer to dry. In summer, the exhaust of AC, collectively with the intense summer heat, would dry those within few minutes. And now, for drying, those have to be taken on the terrace.

And once been to terrace, it’s from there, it’s difficult to make immediate return back to the room! The panoramic view the terrace provides of the spreading city and the distant horizon is just captivating. Especially at dawn and twilight: at dawn, the first rays of the sun, in endeavour to dress nearby tree canopies in its colour, resulting in peaceful blend of hue, dissipating mist giving way to bright daylight, early birds calling, and few travelers on the road make the environment just as the one I picture of tranquil and serene place. In twilight, orange setting sun rays bidding goodbyes to the things and places touched, mist developing out of thin air, loud praying of Muslim brethren, city lights and birds making back to their nests are what I love watching.

“The spring has done its flowering and taken leave.” The summer has done its heating and also taken leave. Even fall has done its shedding and gone. It’s only winter completely left of the year; coming then, freezing and snowing in the Himalayas and other cold regions of the globe. And resulting idea of family trips, office holidays, vacations and hiking are what makes me envious. That’s what I don’t like of winter. ;)  Jokes apart. Irrespective of thoughts of the natives and other residents here, in the northern Indian plain, though no snowing occurs here aside wintry breeze, the season is the much awaited, at least from me.