Thursday, February 8, 2024

In memory of bliss

Somewhere in the distance, far away

When the day reaches its zenith

And the evening arrives quietly

Like a shy hesitant bride

Lighting lamps of my memories

When memories make my breath heavy

And well my eyes up for no visible reason

The love reaches out to soothe the tension

I know it’s you who touched me

A dusky bride facing me

Some hearts remain distant forever

And some for eternity, belong together

My own mind becomes my enemy

Since it offers to suffer

For your pains inside me

When I find myself in such complexities

I light a lamp of your memories

In my heart I store

My deepest secrets

Secrets of my everlasting dreams

I exist due to those golden dreams

If only a shadow of my dream escaped

Heart may be beating but mind will be dead

When the day ends

Sun wraps up its rays

Taking away the dreamy shadows

The evening turns into a bride

Covered in a dark cloak

And arrives by my side

Quietly




World and her story

Time is passing

So is life

Cross roads, hairpin bends,

Steep climbs, landmarks

All falling behind

I can see a path winding away

Far in the distance

Dissolving into nothingness

One end of which is under my feet

The other seems to be

At the end of my vision

After that… nothing

After that… nothing,

Would be wrong to say

After all, the rest of the world

Has to be there

Somewhere,

Beyond the end of the path

Beyond the end of my vision

Yes, the world made by man

Will cease to exist

But world untouched by man

Will still be there

In its full glory

Narrating its amazing story.

I will pass away

You too will be gone

Our sorrows would be wiped off

Smiles will fade leaving no mark

Storytellers will not be around

Listeners also would have passed

But the world will go on

Narrating her story on her own.

Alexander, Babar, Genghis Khan

Christ, Kabir and Krshn

Winners and vanquished

Killers and the killed

All dumped randomly

Unceremoniously

In the dark silence

Of a little old box

Not moving

Not speaking

Yet wearing the crown

With a bloody sword in hand

Not knowing their story is done.



Wednesday, January 31, 2024

WHERE WERE YOU?

Where were you for so long?

Why weren’t you here

With me

I have been so disturbed

Hurt and depressed

 

I needed you so bad

Needed you to hold my hand

Hold my face

Look in my eyes

Kiss my forehead

Move your fingers in my hair

I needed your shoulder

To drop my head on

Bury my face between your breasts

Yes, I know

In reality

This is imagination

But you could at least let me know…

That you are there

Somewhere















Awtar Krishna Kaul Essay

  It was the end of 1971. I was still at the Film Institute doing my final year of sound recording course. One fine evening some of my frien...