The Essential Taj

We look different because we are different. We laugh at the perturbations of the mind, as they flow seamlessly through. Temptations are a natural phenomenon. We know better than succumbing to something that lasts not for a fraction of a moment of desire uneven passion, ruthless misery, priceless seductions, that mire a weak spirit, knowing that life is more living and dying, denying and forgiving. Rising and falling. We talk different, because we think different. In this unspoken conundrum lest the truth be spoken. Limitless challenges are thrown akin to cannon ball trajectories until we learn to dodge their projectory; or fight and fall to our knees with dignity, accepting bleeding, but never begging. Relentless learning untold secrets, absorbed bold- ly; skin, heart, brain and mind's eye. Until the strain leaves the body and what remains is sheer enjoyment and gratitude of lesson's learnt. A merriment of Life. We think different, becaus...

Have you ever hoped for luxuriant rivers, that invoke Unbounded joys in a Diversity of tribes Exuberant faces, diamond smiles; But only of incy-mincy children, from ebony and caramel gold to ivory?  The blood that runs young  and strong  are contorted in, fishy faces  flashing smiles of farce-ness. The workforce, a lulled  contraction of voluntary misery.  Oh but the,  Ornamented facades, artfully  seize a cryptic harmony  In melancholy,  these buildings raise spirits, reasonably exquisitely  carved. Ethereal, heavenly  abodes in the Mediterranean October sunshine.  Avenues galore. A single look deeply.  One discovers the resulting effects of prolonged inter-breeding as diseased as those  unwanted genes Xenophobia,  wastelands of anoxia. Burgeoning  with accumulated toxicity.  A single foreign element.  Undersized and unapolog...

Look up at the Sun and smile, A sunny one, like the Sunflowers do. Seek the Universe for positive vibes, Hide not for the fear of being Hurt or jibed. Be water. In the soft embrace of a friend missed, Your lover’s passionate kiss! In the laughter of a sweet child. Or do you need something less mild? To melt the wrought iron bars tightened over your chest, constricting the heart, a guest in your own body? A prisoner or a Pest?! Let the golden rays peel the rust off; the crust of disuse and misuse. Until the molten metal, flows like lava, encrusting it’s path, in the abode Of your soul. The insignia of a free spirit. And if the pain were to take a stroll in the paradise of your soul; seek The energy infusion; of the Universe, to cease this confusion Between goodness and pain; and learn! To walk away from this. But make not the fatal flaw, of sealing your heart in a coffin. Only to watch it slowly thaw, as a new friend or lover approaches; a cold sta...

  Image Credit: http://www.cinemasangeet.com/bollywood-films/reviews/pink.html A Poem about the Human condition and need and the quest for having the courage to be true to oneself. It is in the Hindi Language from the Indian movie Pink.  तू खुद की खोज में निकल तू किस लिए हताश है तू चल तेर वजूद की समय को भी तलाश है। Embark on the quest to find yourself Why are you dismal? Go on to find your purpose, Even time seeks this answer. चरित्र जब पवित्र है तो क्यों है ये दशा तेरी? पापीयों को हक नहीं कि ले परीक्षा तेरी। If the spirit is pure, then why do you suffer? It is not the place of sinners, to question you! जला के भस्म कर उसे जो क्रूरता का जाल है तू आरती की लौ नहीं तू क्रोध की मशाल है। Burn those to ashes those who set the traps of cruelty You are not a flame of devotion You are the blazing torch of ferocity. चुनर उढ़ा के ध्वज बना गगन भी कपकपायेगा अगर तेरी चुनर गिरी तो एक भूकंप आएगा।। Let fly your veil as a flag, And the skies shudder! ...

We are doomed to love Those who we want to love need to love ache to love. And what of those who love us; How much must they shower upon us; unbidden  love? in quiet in-exactitude. Only to watch us fix our gaze, steadfastly, upon the form of our Love. They watch us, until those we love enter us absorbed in our entity sprouting inside us rooting for nourishment lush pink lotuses in a teeming pond… An exact cohesion ensues, each cell powered by this combustion; the lotus derives nourishment now, it blossoms, opening its soft, lustrous petals, a shimmering saga of the night. The pond, a resplendent aquatic being of light. Its beauty, irrevocably enhanced, enshrined inside an influx of new life an orchestra of biological orgasms, arching as the symbiotic  micro-ecosystems lock into place. Springing forth new life, as they follow the Sun.  Unlike an inundation   of inco...