Love the Love!

Love the Love!

“Love, beautiful Love! Lovers, Lovely Lovers!”

Before you proceed:
‘U can be in love with anyone:
A man, A Woman,
A Friend, A family member,
Your husband, Your wife,
Your boyfriend, Your girlfriend,
A kid, An old person,
A thought, An image,
Your God … or … Yourself
(& List goes on…)

[*Object of love* in the following can be replaced with anything quoted (or not quoted) above]
[*Lovers* in the following article can be taken for anyone who has experienced love]

Remember, someone said “Everyone, at least ONCE should experience LOVE!”?
Remember, the first time you felt the butterflies in stomach?
Remember the first intense heart beat & the missed beat?
Remember, the ‘trance’ which u feel at times?
Remember your First Kiss?
I bet you would, if you were touched by the ‘out-of-body’ experience… “A Platonic Love”!

I, especially LOVE the concept of LOVE.
For, there’s no other human emotion better than this!
And I, especially, adore the LOVERS.
For, they practically are unable to ‘hate’ anything/anyone.
Why? It’s simple…
When I’m in love; 90% of my free time is occupied with just one thing:
“LOVE”
This 90% may either consist of thoughts about my ‘object of love’
Or thoughts about my intense love for that object.
Rest 10% can be considered as thoughts other than love.
But certainly not Hatred!
For e.g. this 10% can be my thoughts over my last fight with him/her.
Or about anything that has unsettled the harmony of love.
But if u watch closely, it all boils down to –
Making my experience better. .. the experience of ‘love’.
Moreover, those in love wouldn’t like to harm anyone.
They’d generally always seek harmony.

Love elates you, it takes you to a trance by choice;
Love purifies you, it clears you of worldly negativities;
Love rejuvenates you, for you start loving yourself too;
Love is all it takes, to bring you back to life….!!!

Try it once … Love the LOVE !!!!

~ Rups ~
4^th January 2008; 203, Bangalore

Bahot tootey, Bahot tootey !!!

Abbtalak Quaatil ka sajdaa
kartey aaye hai…
Aur waqt-e-qatl pe bhi
hum muskuraaye hai;
Magar ye jaankar ki usney
sazaa-e-zindagi de di…
Bahot tootey, Bahot tootey !!!

Mohabbat thi, Mohabbat ki –
tumhi ne di ijaazat thi;
Uss mohabbat ke dhalne par...
Bahot tootey, Bahot tootey !!!

Shab-e-Sohbat ki thi barkat,
tumhe bhi thi meri chaahat;
Wo sohbat bann gayi jo rukhsat,
Bahot tootey, Bahot tootey !!!

Tere darwaaze pe aakar bhi
De na paaye they dastakk;
Teri thokar ko karkey yaad
Bahot tootey, bahot tootey !!!

~ Rups ~ 9th December 2007, Bangalore

"Zindagi tab bhi thi qaayam,
Zindagi abb bhi hai qaayam,
Jaankar isee haqeeqat ko –
Bahot tootey, bahot tootey!!!"

Phir useeki yaad ayee!!

Dinnbhar uskaa zikr hua; Dinnbhar uskii yaad ayee;
Raat ki jabb baat chidii; Phir useeki yaad ayee!

Hoshh me jabbtak rahey; usiparr sawalaat huye;
Abb nashaa hua hai toh; Phir useeki yaad ayee!!

Mehfill me harr ghazal; usiipe humne farmayee;
Jo tanhai me ro diye; toh Phir useeki yaad ayee!!

Haan ashq bhi hai bahaaye, waqt-e-ishtiyaaq mein;
Lekin har ek muskaan ke saath, phir useeki yaad ayee!!

Uskii har ek tasweer ko; hum dafnaa aaye the magar;
Aeeney me khud se nazar huei; toh Phir useeki yaad ayee!!

Paagal dhadkane umr-bhar, usey pukaarti rahi magar;
Abb saanse rukk chali hai toh, phir useeki yaad ayee!!

~ Rups ~ 26th November 2007

Is tadap ka us patthar pe – asar ho jaaye;
Hum rahe khamosh par usey – khabar ho jaye;
Ho sakey agar toh kuch aisa – manzar ho jaye;
Wo uthaye palkein apni to humse – nazar ho jaye!!

Brought back to life ….

Before the autumns cast

Before the leaves dropped,

Strangely, it started drizzling;

And those dying trees were –

…Brought back to life !

Before the tides went low,

Before the storms could blow,

Those longing rivers rushed …

And with open arms, the ocean –

Brought them back to life!

Before my heart could stop

Before my faith could be lost,

An angel straight out dreams

Held me n kissed my lips….

…..& Brought me back to life!!!

~ Rups ~

23^rd November 2007, Banglaore!

Never mind a short lived dream, never mind at all…

When that magic potion of love – made it up for all!

...

" तेरे दरवाज़े पे आकर भी-
दे न पाए हम दस्तक ...

... तेरी ठोकर को करके याद-
बहोत टूटे , बहोत टूटे !!! "




~ Rups ~
20th November 2007
Still...Bangalore

…Back in your arms

Today was just another day – but, oh so blue!
Yet another day, I had to live without you!
Didn’t get your mail, sms or phone call & felt so miserable!
As I stepped out from my office door,
Searching for a cab, to go back home;
I felt slightly depressed, a pain quite unbearable!

Withholding stormy tears inside,
Adjusting my laptop & purse aside;
Somehow gathered my broken thought;
And then gave best try,
To let this phase pass by;
But it really didn’t helped, Oh!, how hard I fought!

Throughout my way back home,
I realized I’m so much on my own!
The thought worsened as I keyed to open the door.
I hated to switch on the lights,
Didn’t want to see my own sight,
And then crashed uncontrollably on the cold, cold floor!

Ice cold floor and warm tear drops
Frightening heartbeats, silent sobs;
I lost the count of the ticking clock & my breath too…
Gradually it all disappeared -
Darkness, pains and the cold,
Strangely out of nowhere, when I spotted you…

Just one warm hug, Just one assuring kiss,
I might have felt so peaceful,
When I was back in your arms…
Just one glance,Just one smile,
& I probably didn’t need an angel,
When I was back in your arms….!!!!
Just one moment,Just one with you,
I probably didn’t even seek a prayer,
When I was back in your arms ….!!!
Just you besides, & only you,
It was too late, but my wish came true…
When I was back in your arms ….. !!!!


~ Rups ~
12th November 2007
Can’t call it a dream, I may not wake up to reality…
Call it my soul’s solace, when I was back in your arms….!!!

Tired of remembering you!!!

In morning, it’s the first thing I do
& later a zillion times I remember you!
In laughter, in pain, when crazy, when sane…
all that occupies my mind,,,, is you !!!
In dreams, in real, when peaceful, when feared….
all that occurs to me … is you !!!
I find it funny, oh but it’s true!
Memories come haunting to make me blue…
Gosh! I’m so tired now
… tired of remembering you!!!

When I’m wiped off your memory…
Why should you flood mine?
Why can’t it be real
when I say “I’m Fine!”?
When they say ‘Time is the healer’…
Why, until now my wounds are fresh?
It just keeps getting worst,
While I try my best!
with such a disturbed life…
Where’s the peace when I rest?

Yes, I find it funny, but it’s true!
Memories come haunting to make me blue…
Gosh! I’m so tired now
… So tired of remembering you!!!
Why can’t I, now, be remembered by you?

~Rups ~
10th November 2007 (Diwali)
In this festival of lights, I feel so lost inside...
Where is he, who used to make me feel bright?

Is it possible?..... Before I sleep....

Is it possible to Love someone so dearly that it hurts?
Is it possible to lie to someone who knows the truth?
Is it possible to stay away from someone so close?
Is it possible to crave for someone who’s around?

Is it impossible to get someone out of your dreams?
Is it impossible to mean this: “I’m over you”?
Is it impossible to weep for someone who made you cry?
Is it impossible to forget someone who forgot you exist?

Is it possible, U knew how I feel inside, when I cry?
Is it possible, U understood, I lied, with a Goodbye?
Is it possible, U missed me too, while I wished for you?
Is it possible, U surprise me someday; with a: “love you too!”?

~Rups~ ..... 15^th October 2007 …

I wish:....
“You come to me n hold me tight & whisper in my ear how much you care for me”
Before I sleep! Before I sleep!!

Take for Granted!

"You don’t know them much? – Then, you Won't take them for granted!
You’ve known them since ages? – Oh Good! then you CAN take them for granted!"

It’s an open secret: We all tend to take our own people for granted!

Picture this:

You are walking down the street & because you are a little lost in thoughts you don’t take note of the little boy whom you almost bumped into and he was about to fall down. What’s your reflex reaction? You hold him, make sure he’s fine. Make sure he’s not hurt & then you apologize: “Oh! I’m Sorry! I didn’t see you; I’m so very sorry to hurt you!”

Now, Picture this:

You are at home and are carefully penning your thoughts in a beautiful card for your friend. Your little sister & brother are up to some mischief which is more of a game to them. Hide n seek! Suddenly your brother comes & in the attempt to hide from your sister, he with an unexpected push to you hides beneath your chair. But your card is spoilt & the damage is done! What happens next?... “Gosh! Can’t you see, I’m busy? Go away!”

Why do we, fully grown matured adults lack the basic etiquettes with our own people?
Why do we hesitate to (or forget to) apologize for our mistakes to our own people?
Why do we consider the pains caused by us to our own people less important?
Why do we overlook the gravity of hurt we caused to our own friends?
Why do we pamper our egos, fully aware that it’s devastating?
Why do we prefer to stay silent, when talking is needed?
Why do we keep distances when meeting is required?
Why do we run away when a confrontation pops up?
Why do we not say sorry, when we feel it?
Why do we not initiate or break the ice?
Why do we take people for granted?

When we are fully aware that these are our own people, our own loved ones! They’ve accepted us for what we are. And they’d continue to love us. Least they’d never intend to hurt us even when things don’t work out; they’d prefer to keep mum with their burning eyes n broken heart. But they’d not think of taking revenge. They care of us. Then, what stops us from caring for them? We know it, just one heartfelt apology would work wonders, instead of that, we tend to spoil things further. Instead of hugging & making up; we prefer to take things for granted & ignore them. Expecting all will be fine automatically? Or maybe expecting, if we don’t make up with them, some one new will eventually take their place? If this is true, then, why do we set wrong expectations with them? Why can’t we tell them out right that they don’t matter to us? They never did … and hence are taken for granted!

~Rups~

6^th October 2007 … Eye opener

Mercy Death

Don’t in today’s world we treat clinical depression with the same importance as that of physical ailment? Don’t we suggest our friends/family/acquaintances to seek professional help even if we gauge a dash of disturbance even if that’s on emotional level?

If you answered positively to any one of the above stated questions; then did you ever ponder on this: Why is “Mercy Death (Mercy killing)” confined to patients with overwhelming physical pains? And why is a well planned ‘suicide’ by someone who’s tried & tested every possible counseling and medicines – rated as ‘sinful’ or ‘crime’??? Death is more or less a deep sleep which relieves one of all the physical, emotional, spiritual sufferings. This is what leads to the ‘Mercy Death”! Isn't it?

All those seeking professional help are accepted by society (well, more or less); then they are also accepted & admired for their bravery n will-power while they are on medicines/observation/therapies…. In worst cases of irrevocable ailments, everybody still shows acceptance to the “Extreme” measure of “Mercy Death” ….. But ya! This holds true ONLY and ONLY if the dead or to-be-dead is suffering physically….
No consideration is given for those with unbearable mental or emotional pains! WHY?

If we say we belong to a modern democratic society – which respects individual space – then why this society rates the decisions taken by an individual as “Extreme or hasty or right or wrong”? Do they even have the authority to do so? What role this society played when the person in question was suffering? If a person’s life is said to be his/her business, so is his/her death! (Remember – “It’s my life” – stance?)

If I get killed in accident or mishap – I get all the sympathy, consideration & acceptance from everyone. But if I choose to end my life – it’s seen as a “Crime” – so bad that even the insurance companies refuse to pay my nominees the hard earned money that I have been investing with them all my life! Leave alone the reactions from normal people (including my life-long friends/family/acquaintances!

Why can’t we accept or at least attempt to accept “Suicides” by matured, normal, thoughtful adults (who have obviously exhausted all the possible measures on this earth) as “Normal”? Esp. on grounds similar to that of “Mercy-Death” theory???? WHY?


~ Rups ~
Mercy Death...11th Sept 2007....PH. Blore