MELANCHOLY AUTUMN

I cross the road listlessly alone

On the Morn of murky melancholy

Autumn

Carrying the beacon of Family light

With little or no mirth

Trying absorb the mysterious

Game of death and birth

Tears well up in my eyes

As I look up to the skies

For some bliss.

 

On the passing away of my little sis

Nichi lal

Once frolicking rollicking like

A doll

And now drowsing deep into fathoms of

Eternity.

I stand desperate

Chest heaving ,

And someone tells me

Succinctly it is time to be brave

Instantly I come out of reverie.

 

A tower of Patience

with iron will power

She fought like a valiant

Setting standards winning admiration

For her humility and talent.

 

I cross the road listlessly alone

On the Morn of murky melancholy

Autumn

Tears well up in my eyes

As I delve deep into the skies

For the bliss of my departed angel.

Never to return.

 

 

 

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SHE

 SHE is beautiful

As I see her

SHE is glistening

Like a morning dew

While resting on pew

Her roving tinsel eyes

Groping the blue skies

   for my sensuous

love

SHE is beautiful

As I see her

gorgeous glowing

in the Moonlite

   Of chilling starry

night.

          Rambling around

                      Trudging on dandelions

                     With furtive glances

                    She fades in

                          Cloudy forest .

                           crossing over rivulet

                          the placid water

                             rippling around her

                         bare legs

                          She

                             lures me to walk

                                 along.

                               SHE is beautiful

                               As I see her

                                    With aquiline face

                                                                                              And her

                                         Crimson complexion

                                        Coquettish smile

                                             Lunges me to

                                             Wrap her in my

                                             Warm clasp

                                             And

                                                      drown in celestial

                                                  beauty for

                                                      ever.

 

KASHMIR–A FESTERING WOUND.

Kashmir continues to be a festering wound and needs   remedy to heal it up permanently.

All genuine efforts from Jawaharlal Nehru to sheikh Abdullah, Indira Gandhi to Shaikh Abdullah , Tashkent agreement ,Simla agreement,

Vajapayee’s Agra Summit ,Lahore Declaration were made from time to time to bring sanity to the permanent solution and make people of Kashmir prosperous responsible citizens of the country.

But every time some disgruntled elements of the valley ,at the behest of Pakistan , fomented trouble and finally joined militancy to threaten peace loving Kashmiris to follow their dictates. Thus jeopardizing any attempt to heal up the wound permanently.

The Central Government over the years has always made efforts to reach out to stakeholders in the valley to help in keeping situation more or less under control.

Surgical Strike

Since the surgical strike the Central government and J&Kgovernment adopted a tough stand to deal with the situation to root out the militancy completely from the valley.

The counter insurgency operation has been on the upswing.

The number of militants killed since 2017 till date is 138 including 60 locals reported to be highest in the decade.

The top commanders of Hizbul including yasin Yatoo has been killed by Government forces.

Recently ( 26th August) at least eight security persons were killed by three JeM fidayeen militants at police lines pulwama .

Interestingly it has been a year since the surgical strike in Occupied Kashmir carried out by special forces of Indian Army ,having no desire for bilateral talks to pursue peace, the two acrimonious neighbours are simply engaged to firing across the borders in Jammu and Kashmir .They resorted to calling names in global forums. Just a few days back the External Minister Sushma Swaraj at UNO General Assembly termed Pakistan “exporter of terror”.To which the permanent representative of Pakistan Maleeh Lodhi responded India is “mother of terrorism’ in south Asia.

Protests

The people of Kashmir thus are caught in the melee ,and subsequently with each passing day the political situation worsens in the valley of Kashmir.

The college girls, boys filled the streets to give vent to their grievances and fight for their future. In the past Girls ,young women did not join protestors as such. The unique protests carried out by younger generation became a matter of concern .

The J&K government under C M MehboobaMufti earlier advocated talks with all stake holders irrespective of their political affliations ,but the Central government did not agree to her pleas .

Mehbooba Mufti said “Only way to face this new reality is that instead of using Kashmir as a political issue to divide public opinion, parties across the political divide should come together and country should be united on Kashmir”.

“There is no other way to resolve Kashmir other than dialogue with parties involved “

 

Ray of Hope

 A ray of hope upon the gloomy Kashmir horizon was brightly seen as PM Mr Narendar Modi pitched for “love and “compassion”message in his 15th August address from the Famous Red Fort, as only possible solution to militancy problem in Kashmir.This was followed by the visit of Home Minister shri Raj Nath to the valley to pursue peace process in Kashmir much admired and applauded by one and all.

Challenges Ahead

The challenges to bring back the people of Kashmir aboard Indian vessel are many but the most prominent ones could be following.

  1.   To preempt any large scale protests seen in the previous  year.

This needs earnest efforts to integrate with masses and youth in particular and try       to understand the problems and work out the solutions..

  1.  Stop Kashmiri youth to join militancy.

 

It is reported that about 80 young Kashmiri men joined militant ranks this year.

 

  1.  Stop identifying every Kashmiri with a militant.

For instance I interacted with Kashmiri youths in Train to Jammu in April2017.

“whenever I introduce myself as a Kashmiri and muslim,I am termed as anti –       national.” Said Ali Mohmmad an IT engineer working in Bangalore.

“my political position is to follow peace and work for my living. When people distrust  me I feel disturbed.”

I replied trying to re-assure him “all this is due to certain elements you know better ,  mostly external forces, who try to wedge a deep divide and we must fight such forces  together. The whole Nation will be with you ”.

“Let God listen to your prayers sir .” He replied hoping for a better tomorrow.

4.       To involve women in Kashmir and empower them with responsibilities in administrative tasks to look after poor and needy .This should help to integrate the youth to a great extent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE BEACH GIRL

Behold the Beach girl

Sweet and sour

Thunderous wonderous

reaching out just

to

amuse me with legions

of Love .

with almost no attire

the beach girl beckoning

 in a leap

sweeps me off the feet

into recesses of sea

so blue deep.

fighting the tides

steep

spring and neap.

In her tight clasp

Tossing plunging

I melt down to

her sensuous passion.

 amidst

Turbulent tempestuous

Waves

Storming to the shore.

Behold the beach girl

Garrulous gorgeous

But

enticing and engulfing

me

to the ecstacy

of

passionate bliss.

 

SOMEWHERE SOMEONE

Somewhere someone is

always beautiful

The little bewitching Tuwashi

clinging and frisking

like a duck on to the

bosom of her Mum

      babbling sweet

      notes

             Little chirpy Yukti

             Sizzling Zitni

               Hovering over little

               Angel

                      Giggling folding

                      Arms in leisure

                  to

                        Wrap her

                              In  pleasure

                                         somewhere someone is

                                        Always beautiful

                                                     Faraway in Deodar forests

                                                       The chirping sparrows

                                                                Cuckoo birds cooing gleefully

                                                       To

                                                     Dancing peacocks 

                                                              Somewhere someone is

                                                               Always beautiful

                                                                     The brimming lass

                                                                          With stunning look

                                                                               Waiting

                                                                              By the sideof

                                                                                       Gurgling brook

                                                                                                   For someone handsome

                                                                                                 To

                                                                                             hold her hands

                                                                                                    and

                                                                                                     Sing a song of

                                                                                                           love

                                                                                                                Somewhere someone is

                                                                                                                 Always beautiful

                                                                                                                    Somewhere something is

                                                                                                                     Always beautiful

 

 

 

 

IT IS RAIN AGAIN

It is rain again

Beautiful Bountiful

Rain

Again again

Easing stress strain

Drenched as I stand

On Bengarulu Main

Pouring incessantly

water seeping streaking

down arms pits

on to

my fleshy corridors

and

long skinny legs .

The cool blizzard

caressing the tresses

swirling twirling

tossing in

Intoxicated

I Sway

my body hips

to

the rhythm of

curled landscapes

mingle into

divine dream of

cooing with open

arms

for a dewdrop

kiss

it is rain again

beautiful bountiful

rain

Again again

Easing stress pain.

 

 

THE RAINS

Aah comes the rain

Torrential rains

Dark clouds growl

The fierce wind howl

Splashing water on to

the

Window panes

Cooling off spitting

fire

From the heart

And mind.

Aah comes the rain

Gushing ferociously

through the lane

rinsing off the paths

nooks and corners

and setting the green

verdure to the

glistening grass.

Making the prospectus

Inviting embracing

To love

Aah comes the rain

Slithering down the

Body and bosom

The water spatters

On the fleshy contours

Raindrops scatter

Like pretty flowers

Soothing the scorching

sores to blissful

ecstasy.