Sunday, 18 September 2016

Perspective

A peculiar fog surrounds
The watch shows noon
but sun is nowhere to be seen 
A silence has spread around
Every gust of wind
has a sense of shock to it
as if it is warning
every bud
not to blossom
or the fragrance will be stolen
'Your youth was till today'
Having forgotten how to sing
sparrows are screaming
Up in the skies
crows have overthrown eagles
Looks like
it will rain..
-Devansh Kalia

Monday, 12 September 2016

Liberation

Yesterday
in my dream
You visited me
my friend
to share a drink

Had you not quit drinking?
You confessed to me
with a visible restraint
in your eyes
I remember

That restraint
you had dropped somewhere
On the way
to the dream
For it is your habit
friend

I am ready
Tell me
Will you pour me
A drink?

Wednesday, 20 January 2016

Why should you write?

It is strange how only a few feelings define life and yet every day seems so different from the last one. Perhaps it is the consistent continuous difference in every other day that keeps it from becoming a loop of a set of pre-determined instructions. The thought might seem sadistic, perhaps because of the mood of its inception was so, but in-fact it is not. It actually helped me to get over a difficult time and hoping it might do the same for you, I decided to pen it down.

Today, I was going through my diary, and found a poem that I wrote a long time ago, and that defined exactly what I was feeling today. Although the state I was in felt so new, the situation so out of control, yet there was a documented proof that it had all happened before. The causes were different, the result will definitely be different, but the feelings associated with the situation were exactly the same. The poem helped me re-collect what I did at the time I was in the situation earlier, and instead of struggling to find a solution, or worse running from it, I was able to work it out.

Writing down your feelings helps you become your own counsellor and learn from what has already been dealt with, or what went wrong the last time.

As has already been written in another blog post, life is a program, that started with  Generation(creation) of your instance, which is being Operated on various methods, and will end when the instance is Destroyed.

Sharing the poem that helped me:

ਦਿਲ ਦੀ ਧੜਕਨ ਰੁਕ ਜਾਣਾ ਹੀ ਮੌਤ ਨਹੀਂ
ਪਿੰਡੇ 'ਚੋਂ ਸਾਹ ਸੁੱਕ ਜਾਣਾ ਹੀ ਮੌਤ ਨਹੀਂ
ਖੁੱਲੀਆਂ ਅੱਖਾਂ ਨਾਲ ਵੇਖੇ ਖ਼ੁਆਬਾਂ ਦੀ ਦੁਨਿਆਂ ਵਿੱਚੋਂ
ਫ਼ਿਰ ਹਕੀਕਤ ਵਿੱਚ ਪਰਤਨ ਲਈ
ਮੂੰਹ 'ਤੇ ਮਾਰੇ ਛਿੱਟੇ
ਜਦ ਮਹਿਸੂਸ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੁੰਦੇ
ਉਦੋਂ ਵੀ ਮੌਤ ਹੁੰਦੀ ਹੈ
ਅਗਲੀ ਸਵੇਰ ਉੱਠਣ ਦੇ
ਮਕਸਦ ਦੀ ਅਣਹੋਂਦ ਵਿੱਚ
ਨੀਂਦ ਨਾਲ ਭਰੀਆਂ ਅੱਖਾਂ
ਮੀਟਣ ਦਾ ਡਰ
ਵੀ ਮੌਤ ਹੁੰਦਾ ਹੈ

-kaliadevansh

Saturday, 4 July 2015

Life

A novice attempt to translate my own poem from Punjabi.
Please be nice. 

Daily, it’s a new flight,
knowing,
at dusk
the return is inevitable
to the same nest And on return,
the squabble
over building the nest
on a higher branch

Still, they return,
perhaps the excitement
of meeting the fledgling
pulls them back,
day after day.

But today,
there is a turmoil around the nest;
birds are lamenting,
screaming,
and cursing the falcon race,
and the fledgling
is nowhere to be seen.

Tomorrow,
it will again be a new flight
and on return,
the same squabble
"Had the nest been on a higher branch."

-kaliadevansh

Tuesday, 31 March 2015

Try-catch

Ok! This one is nerdy. I was just thinking that one should never stop trying. Even God would have got a compile time error if there was no catch for your try. :-)

And if you are lucky, there would be a garbage collector after your every try.

Monday, 23 March 2015

Thoughts of a Revolutionary

This time when I came back from home, I brought a very special book along,
"Shaheed Bhagat Singh ate ohna de sathiaN Dian likhtaN"
The writings of Martyr Bhagat Singh and his Companions.
It is such a pleasure reading this and gives an insight into the brain and the thought process of Bhagat.
I couldn't stop sharing the quotes in this post. I intend to update the same post as I read through.
To start with, I'll post some that fascinated me while skimming through.
1. MaiN sikhi di band-band katvaun di rivayat da kayal haaN, aje taaN maiN ik band katvaya hai, oh v pet layi nahiN sagoN desh layi, jaldi hi gardan v katvavaNga. Par ik Sikh di taNg nazari te taNg dili da gila zaroor rahega.
2. 'Aman kanoon' manukh vaste hai na me manukh 'aman kanoon' vaste.
3. "Meri zindagi mahan maksad bhav bharat di aazadi de asool de lekhe lag chukki hai. Is layi meri zindagi vich aaram te duniyavi khah'shaN vaste koi khich nahi hai."
-This is an extract from a letter Bhagat wrote before leaving his home in 1929. The beautiful thing is that he was only 15-16 when he wrote this. I consider this to be right next to the BheeshM pratigya of BheeshM, the son of Ganga, in the epic Mahabharat.

-kaliadevansh

Sunday, 11 January 2015

Stars

Ever slept counting the stars? Brings a smile on the face, doesn't it?

When was the last time you did this? 
From past six months, I have been living at Hyderabad and just like any other metro city, it rarely sleeps, being the IT hub of the country is an added perk. Late night shifts, deadlines, the deadly production environment and what not collaborate with such perfection that the small joys of life are trapped in a faraway corner of the brain; bending the neck, lifting the head and looking up at the night sky being one.

This crazy midnight idea engendered a question; What deprives us of all these small joys? Are we so busy that we can’t take some time and look above, recollect some memories and smile like an idiot? J

-kaliadevansh