The Gift

Like a garden full of flowers, I wish you a state full of fragrance...

Like a garden full of flowers, I wish you a state full of fragrance…

They say, you wish one a world, one who is a world to you.
Well, I wish I can truly do something that close for you.

It is your birthday and I can’t think of any gift that I can find you…
There isn’t anything in world that you don’t already have.
Yet for all what you have given me I must gift you something.

So I wish you here, not just happiness or good future, my love,
but means to create a state of perpetual one.

Here, I wish…

Your heart to be brim with passion and compassion,
where living is worth more than continuance for existence.
Where enabling and empowering positive impact matters more
than counting breaths for mere survival.
Where contentment of spirit sustains life,
than chase of lights in gloss and glimmer.
Where like a burning sun passion propels its power in self-reliance,
and casts the net of hope all over not just on own shelter.
Where hope leads to drive, to ethically disciplined action,
and each act is backed by love and constant inner radiance.

I wish your mind to wonder…
with inquisitiveness of a learner,
to ponder with rationale and reason,
to choose with due-diligence,
and to plan for generations
than a transitory period.
I wish you hold the eager eyes of a yearner,
child-like curiosity of a toddler,
to discover new planes, to embark on new adventures,
to earn and gather a value worth experience.
I wish you contemplation of a monk,
seeking the truth behind a curtain,
one who desires more than a cursory experience.

I wish you a voice, freedom of expression,
one that leashes peaks of the mountains,
and touches a depth of the canyons,
one that echoes in minds as much
as it floods the heart’s defensive chambers.
Songs that summon the clouds,
poems that bend the river.
An expression ruling the pulse,
inviting in realm of trance,
critical thought and reflection.

I wish you a stance unbiased and undazzled.
One that is steadfast on its values and its spirit.
One that would put through a lot but never give up
to fight for what’s right and what’s clear.
One that would work for a justice,
and struggle for an independence
from bias, non-reason, prejudice and indifference.
A stance that would keep itself in check
reviewing timely what matters.
Like a journeyman traveling
keeping track of weather and his condition…
while never forgetting the mission.

I wish you a freedom – independence
from shackles of conformity –
rules of yesteryear,
that bogs one down,
and pushes them in trap of temporary security
than a permanent freedom;
And freedom from all overrides
that impedes one’s growth –
one’s chances of reaching height of relevance
and creativity’s pinnacle.

I wish you be as free as a breeze
carrying scent of the gardens,
one that carries fragrance from flowers,
leaking a joy in atmosphere,
and like of free birds who know not of the
boundaries sketched on papers,
as they are oblivious of
man-made jurisdictions
and all artificial restrictions,
such as those that try to snub a birth right,
or those that try to cage the spirit,
or those that clip the feathers.

I don’t know what else to give you
as a birthday present, my love…

But it never ends at making a wish,
does it?
With each wish coming out from the heart
it requires a commitment from a wisher…
to be ready, to do their part,
to always do what it takes to see it through.

So, I gift you, my love…
my dream,
my passion and my promise –
I will be along,
to become a state in my own
that I wish to see in you.

Happy Independence Day!

– Dedicated to a dear love.

Art/ Image credits:
Flag-Art-with-Grass – mosthdwallpapers.com

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Dégénérescence

Student artist, Joanna Bassi on her current show, 'Hallowed Degeneration'

Pages are used to wrap the loaf..
Loaf is used to attract the votes.
Paper is used to exhibit a worth.
Worth is used to mark the culprits.

Innocence is used to make a trade.
Men are used to sharp the blade.
Flowers are used to honor the dead.
Dead are used to cover mistakes.

Water is used to leave a color.
Air is used to choke the inhaler.
Heart is used in exchange for a life.
Life is used to buy meal for a time.

Music is used to sedate the brains.
Opinions are used to kill the taste.
Words are used in eulogy of departed.
Silence is used to push injured to death.

Walls are used to reflect echoes of praise.
Praise is used to accumulate more praise.
Images are used to kill the imagination.
History is used as art of social dictation.

Years are used to count the survival.
Minutes are used to buy the patience.
Friends are used to climb the steps.
Steps are used to suppress the brilliance.

Systems are used to keep the inheritance.
Inheritance is used to bury the competence.
Routine is used to declare the efficiency.
Efficiency is used to step-over effectiveness.

Sentiments are used to create a trust.
Trust is used to negotiate an advantage.
Art is used to garner the popularity.
Popularity is used to settle the facts.

Distant planets are used to wish for a home.
Earth is used as picnic and vacation place.
Labels are used to veil the substance.
Substances are used to reach the mystics.

Resources are used to please the divinity.
Religion is used to avoid all scrutiny.
Science is used to measure the emotions.
Emotions are used to skip all objectivity.

Flowers are judged by intensity of colors.
Gardens are used to decorate the palaces.
Height is used to measure the greatness.
“How it happens” is used to skip the logic.

Measures are used as goals and targets.
Targets are used for an excuse of a process.
Dreams are used to avoid the reality.
Reality is used to discard the marvels.

Ears are used to savor the “Yes”.
Eyes are used to judge the beauty.
Tongue is used to taste a toxic.
Skin is used to create a dress.

Oceans are used to test the menace.
Skies are used for birds of vengeance.
Education is used to increase the distance.
Stars are used to blame perils of existence.

Rules are used to judge the artistry.
Standards are used to pass conformity.
Familiarity is used to asses creativity.
Weapons are used to suppress hostility.

Fireworks are used to hide the decay.
Fear is used to keep up the display.
Pictures are used to skip the word,
Words are given to skip the day.

Student artist, Joanna Bassi on her current show, 'Hallowed Degeneration'

– Dedicated to the societies and civilizations of name.

Art/ Image Reference: Artist, Joanna Bassi from her show, ‘Hallowed Degeneration

 

The Trophy on the Shelf

Iron Bookshelf

Alas, she’s became no more than a trophy on the shelf…

Sometimes I wonder,
I enjoy her writing more
or the melancholy
that lurks inside.
The mirror to the
ironies of life.

Whenever I reflect on it,
I feel bad.
Since she expresses
only and so honestly
about self.

It begins to feel
like peeking through
someone’s diary,
or a private closet.
Tendencies
of the mind,
vulnerabilities
of the flesh.

Like passing
so-called
good reading time
on one’s miseries…
Enjoying stark details,
the private affairs
and daily escapades.

And then one becomes
addicted to it
and craves for more,
question left to ponder is,
do we wish her to suffer more?

She’s like a book
everyone wants to read,
for what
she makes them feel.
No one cares for
the price she pays
to become a masterpiece.

Look at the irony,
even after reading her
one forgets a fact that
she’s a life.
She was not supposed
to be known as
the trophy on the shelf.

– Dedicated to the life that unintentionally becomes a trophy. A piece of melancholy up for admiration by bystander.