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Three Day Lyrical Challenge – Day 1

Recently I have been nominated for this musical challenge by  the_aestheticspirit. I have come to love her work, and if you give her a peep I am pretty sure you will love her work too. She writes wonderful prose and poems, and has a very insightful mind and a lovely heart.

So for my Day 1, I choose a very heart touching song, which has a melody which sways me with a rhythm which I had not known until it’s release which is sadly very recently. This song is a from a Bollywood movie’s album, which isn’t even present in the movie and most people have not even heard it. At least most people that I know tell me that they haven’t heard of it. But the first time I heard it I was hooked, gripped, stuck, clutched by it. Not the tune, but the music, the rhythm, the lyrics, the song, it mesmerizes me as a unit. The lyrics touch my ‘Rooh’ (Soul)

Okay, I guess I have put up high hopes for the song, you might not even like it, the choice is yours. But I take the liberty to call it one of my favourites for this year.

The song is ‘Tab bhi Tu from the album of ‘October’. (Sadly the songs aren’t present in the movie)

Singer- Rahat Fateh Ali Khan

Music- Anupam Roy

Lyrics- Tanveer Ghazi.

Meri rooh karegi fariyad
Meri saasein kahin kho jayengi
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna

Jab rakh banega yeh suraj
Aur dhoop dhuaan ho jayegi
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna

Sajde ki tarah phir aakhein jhukin
Phir palkein namazi huyin
Tere zikra mein thi kuchh aisi nami
Sookhi saasein bhi taazi huyin

Jab umra ki awara baarish
Sab rang mere dho jayegi
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna

Taveez hai meri mutthi mein
Taveez mein hai tasveer teri
Uljhi si lakeerein hath mein hain
Tu suljhaaye takdeer meri.

Jab waqt karega chhal mujhse
Takdeer khafa ho jayegi
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna

Meri rooh karegi fariyad
Meri saasein kahin kho jayengi
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna

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Well, I find the song as good as the movie, simply like a poem, beautiful and something which touches your soul and wraps its arms around it to comfort you with something you have never had.

PS: Participate if you like this concept, or else simply tune in to this

“They”

 

They say

I didn’t fight enough

They don’t know

How my body aches

How my body has

Lost the feeling to

Feel the pain.

 

They say

I didn’t raise my voice enough

They don’t know

How my throat itches

How my voice has

Completely lost the feeling to

Feel the voice.

 

They say

I did not repulse

I did not revolt

They say the fault

Is mine.

 

I can’t blame anyone

They say

That I was wrong

And they were right

They were strong

And I was weak.

 

They say

My demeanor should be composed

My anger should be subsumed

They say

It is not a big thing

It is just a passing fling.

 

They say

I am the devil

I am my own fall

They say

I am the ill

I am the cause.

 

They say

I didn’t fight enough

They say

I didn’t raise my voice enough

They don’t know

My lungs gave way

Screaming into void

They don’t know

That my armor

Rests in peace

Fighting for my life.

Yet they say

I didn’t revolt

Yet they say

I was wrong and they

Were strong

They don’t know

That my blood

Distanced itself from my heart

They don’t know

That my soul embittered

On my body.

 

These “they”

Who are they?

Who are they

To make me the evil

Who are they

To judge me

For being the devil?

 

They don’t know me

Let alone my soul

They can’t judge me

Unless they can tell me

That they have fought

More than me

That they have

Screamed

Longer than me.

 

They don’t know me

They don’t know my battle

And yet,

“They” say….

 

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I still refrain to even believe in my rarest imaginations that I am anywhere near being a poet, despite all your comments on my previous posts. So, again I call this a vain attempt to try and write in as limited words as possible, and to express as far and as truthfully I can.

Fallen To This New Level!

 

I have fallen to this new stature

Cause, I have sat and done

Absolutely nothing despite being all alone.

 

I sat and stared

Stared at the dark wall,

Giving away ramifications of my past.

 

I sat; sat and stared at

I don’t know what,

Giving away only darkness.

 

I looked on at the wall

Thinking and rethinking

About I don’t even know what.

 

I have fallen to a new level

Cause I didn’t even realize

When the time ticked by

And it was no more the day,

I started thinking on.

 

I have fallen to this new level

Where I don’t even understand anything,

Where I have stopped feeling some things.

 

I sit and stare and think

Trying hard, very hard,

to only cry a very bit.

 

But I fathom,

I have fallen to a very new level

Where even crying seems to have

Gone away with a new fling

Drying my soul, not letting it brim.

 

I have fallen to this new depth this time

Cause I don’t even realize where I am.

Or how to climb up,

Or swim away.

Cause this time I don’t even reckon myself.

Cause this time, I don’t feel anything.

I sit and stare and think and the time keeps ticking

Trying to realize what I am even thinking,

But all I gather is I am at a new depth,

And now it is difficult to even keep climbing.

Difficult to even keep swimming.

 

I have fallen

And I keep falling,

I have drowned,

And I keep drowning.

I find a new level of

Nothingness,

Meaninglessness.

And I question myself

Where am I?

 

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Never been good with poems, never been a poet. This is just a vain attempt as always, and as all my previous attempts to try and write in as limited words as possible, and to express as far and as truthfully I can.

Words!

Words are important.

What I wrote above are just three words, but if I sit and think about it, it is as significant as words for me.

A person really needs to think what he is saying before he speaks those words out, before it is too late. You cannot take back those words.

Words are a person’s thoughts, his mind, you can really make a person feel loved by them or you can break a person too.

Words are simply significant.

For me words are my feelings, my heart, my soul, my truth. Whatever language they may be in, it doesn’t matter, words are words, and they are me.

I speak very less in person, I like to listen more. (Because most of the time the other person does not like to listen.). But there is a reason I speak less. I think I have no right judging and forcing my views on others. This does not mean I keep things to myself, I let my feelings out too, but in a more measured and careful way. I can’t just bring myself to destroy the other’s belief, right or wrong. May be I overthink this too, as I overthink everything else, but when someone tells me something, I believe it, when someone is rude with his words, I tend to get hurt, or I think I get over-hurt; when someone says something nice to me, I get over-joyed, all because I love the words they have said. I give so much importance to those words, when in actuality they could do with a little less paparazzi. (Only to avoid getting overjoyed and over-destroyed)

But what can I say, I may be an emotional fool to say that words touch me where people fail to.

Words are significant to me.

They touch my soul.

 

A Poem.

-Emily Dickinson

 

A thought went up my mind to-day

That I have had before,

But did not finish, – some way back

I could not fix the year,

 

Nor where it went, nor why it came

The second time to me,

Nor definitely what it was,

Have I the art to say.

 

But somewhere in my soul, I know

I’ve met the thing before;

It just reminded me- ‘t was all-

And came my way no more.

Lost!

I have been off lately, from blogging, from WordPress for which I don’t even have a specific reason.

It all started a while ago when I started drifting off from everything, even the things which gave me pleasure, started boring me. I don’t know how it started, but somehow it all led to me being a complete static person. I wouldn’t say I was too busy working, or studying, I was simply occupied with my day to day work, from which I could take time out for everything, even blogging.

BUT THE PROBLEM IS, I DIDN’T DO IT.

I DID NOTHING.

I wouldn’t say I was away from work too, no, that didn’t happen. Everything kept going on as it should, but only without interest and my heart in it. Life moved on, but I wasn’t truly happy with what was  happening.

My friends and family of course thinks all is well because by now I have mastered the art of deceiving my feelings in front of them. My social life too seemed pretty active which these days, make people believe that the person is all right!

So when I logged into WordPress to find so many people concerned about my absence, I was truly touched. I wouldn’t say I am good now, the process of recovery is still going on. But I am way better than I was a few days ago.

What happened? I don’t know!

I just lost the motivation to do anything in particular. I have been simply sulking, having lost the vigor to do anything. This anything comprises from blogging to studying to even talking to people.

I hope to get out of this mood soon enough. I hope to find my path soon.

But before that I truly thank you all for even considering my absence in your thoughts.

 

What Do You Do?

What do you do when something occupies too much of your time, too much of the space in your already overthinking mind?

What do you do when things that happen are absolutely out of your control?

What do you do when there are only negative thoughts, and more destructive thoughts making home in your heart and mind?

Needless to say the first suggestion would be to talk things out, to share your woes and doubts with people who care about you.

You pray and hope, and calm your mind but those little evil people are trapped within you.

Then comes the idea of writing your feelings down, word by word. Writers often tend to this technique to cure the ache.

But you see, when desperation kicks in, you go as far as writing your frame of mind and even burning the sheet down to mere ashes; repeatedly!

What do you do when despite all the efforts, those thoughts and feelings stick with you?

What do you do when your thoughts are absolutely out of control? When those thoughts, pains you like a piercing needle, slowly seeping blood out?

What do you do when you can take no more?

What do you do when nothing helps, and even the thoughts (the fact that it is not happening in reality, it is only a thought and a feeling in my head is significant here) shatter you to the core?

What do you when you can’t face the consequences of those thoughts?