Nameless

When they sit, the old limping nights, 
On their haunches and hardly move,
When the  bleary eyes, with hazy sight,
And the yawns stuck, on the mouth's roof -

The wind travels from distance afar,
Lifts dust from memories,shakes'em astir,
Them, the sleep deprived nights beckon,
They seek company in them, I reckon.

On the murky sky,the fragmented clouds hover,
Around the star-forsaken confused moon-
Along the earth the serpentine roads stretch forever,
Wondering, where they'd meet and how soon!

Moments from a time gone by, gather in a flock,
A time, pierced and riddled with excruciating pain,
When desires unfettered, indisciplined ran amok,
Dreams sired, but aborted with utter disdain.

Voices travel across  seas and oceans,
That had sung of deaths and demons,
The terrified silence screams; they're no notions,
Gnawing at the bones, coursing through the veins.

The wind , into gale turned, 
The sky , in God's ire burned,
The storm vented it's rage,
Howling, like a beast in a cage.

The earth trembled, every rain drop a tear,
The trees lashed,each leaf,shaking with fear,
The deities of the dark scrambled,no place to hide,
Thunder roared and rains on the panes did slide.

My dreams horrified, shook me awake,
Startled,I sat up to see the dawn streaming
Through the mist; no not a mistake-
I smile at God,as I watch His Sun beaming.

It was only a dream, 
Or was it my soul's scream?
The buried truth, perhaps not forgotten,
It was in the past,or is it just a delusion?
                                                                           Chandni

Longing.

I love you too.

(Maybe it's not me)

But ,it certainly is you.

Asked.

If life were a question what would be your reply? Would you spare a few moments to give some simple answers to some complicated questions? What do questions really mean to you? Do you think you really need to answer them? Do you think your reply would depend on who was asking them? What if the questions were a little too uncomfortable? Do you think you would be brave enough to take them head on? What if you thought your answers might hurt someone? Would you care enough for the truth to still go on? What do your tears mean to you? Do you really think their tears taste the same as yours? What if you were asked to mend a broken heart? Do you think you are well equipped to put the pieces together? What if you are asked why? Would you reply to how? What would you tell the silence if it wants to know  how not to scream? Would your reply be a better sounding silence?What if confidence asked you to help it  find it's lost self? Would you help it  find the old one or build a brand new shining confidence? How do you tell the soul to retain it's faith in its heart? What is the exact procedure of not making them feel ignored while you are actually avoiding them?Can you convince the nights not to die every single night? Can you help the day remember how to be itself? Do you know how to make the memories forget themselves? Do you think assumptions are normally too presumptuous? Do you think emotions are fools? Can we not invent a device to turn off feelings? Do you think each one of us has the right to know where we stand? How much do you care to let care know that it has all your care? Do you think playing second fiddle could be considered a sporting event , sometime in the near future?Do you think you can hear the unasked questions? Is it foolish to  want to not ask but to be just told?
                      Chandni

Muted

When was the last time we really had a real conversation? With the electronic gadgets and social media occupying each and every little space available for communication,we have been reduced to mere conveyor of short and cryptic digital messages.Gone are those days of one to one ,heart to heart talks.They have been replaced by the so called chats through various internet messenger services,where you have no way of knowing how fake or real the emotions , that travel across, are.True,the world has shrunk.No two places are too far away.But what is really distressing is that two people occupying same space within the four walls of a room are set so far apart in their own digital worlds,that they could easily pass off as being invisible to each other!They are too occupied to give their tongues the freedom to do what they do the best.They believe more in exercising their fingers on the keyboards of their not so little phones or not so cumbersome computers.
   They say,a lot can happen over coffee.Sure thing.But certainly no meaningful conversation ever happens,any longer over a cup of coffee.Whenever a thought or an opinion tries to get itself voiced,the electronic gadget makes its powerful presence felt,one way or the other.Our abject slavery to these devices,literally make us dance to their tunes! No sooner do our phones ring or we get a  message alert,we behave as if our very life depends on that.The happless thoughts shrivel and die somewhere in the dark recess of the mind.Thus,a conversation dies  a foetal death!
           The saddest part is that we are a part of that generation which is more comfortable in conversing with themselves.It's not that we don't converse.We do..with strangers and imaginary people and the best part is we do it with so much ease!Nothing much wrong with that....except for the fact,somewhere along the line we are losing touch with reality,getting detached from the world around us.More so,the ones,who are at a more impressionable age!
            As if all these were not enough,television adds a little more to the malady.Our addiction for daily soaps, interspersed with sports and news programmes, keep us absolutely glued to it.Try putting in a word then,the piercing glances from all those eyes riveted to the screen would be enough to kill you hundred times over! Wonder which is the bigger idiot...the box or us, who have shunned our real social existence for a non existent imaginary world !Well, as things stand, this is not going to change any time soon.
     I just hope a day dawns, when we will all be thinking aloud while walking down the street or enjoying a cup of coffee.In the process, we might just manage to catch an interested ear and an opinion or two might get exchanged, resulting in the revival of the lost art of conversation!
P.S. I unabashedly admit that I am very much a part of this no-real coversation culture.More often than not, I love to indulge in these imaginary conversations.They help me escape unnecessarily real questions. Let me  also tell you that my imagination is as strong as my sight is weak. Hence,I dare to visualise this  most romantic and fantastic scenario!
                                                                                                                                                    Chandni.