THE CLOUDS by brij kaul

 

Before keeping her feet on the floor

Mohini

went through her typical morning

pandiculation process of yawning

In

a stately gait barefeet walking

across the long corridor

peeking through the window

The fluffy dark dank clouds loomed across

limitless sky

grumbling   growling   threatening

season’s first rainfall

in moment of minutes

it

rained heavily, a torrential downpour

quenching thirst of the parched earth

with

 full gaiety gusto  and mirth

Mohini joins the dancing group

of

men women children boys girls

old young infirm healthy

the incessant rains slithering down

fleshy bosoms and soggy countours

swaying hips and swinging bodies

to the rhythm of spattering waters.

The rolling clouds engulfing the lagoons

Mohini

swirling singing lapping up to

entrancing

nature cooling off her torrid

sensuality.

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THE BEAUTIFUL DREAM by BRIJKAUL

In the beautiful dream

I found her sitting on the edge of a

stream

with bare feet dipping down

into running placid waters

unmindful

of anything that matters

around

countenance lovely and fair

looking soulful and dear

I stealthily amble on and on

and once close by I whisper

‘hello my angel’

startled out of a reverie

she

fumbles ‘oh ; you made me scare’

‘never mind my dear

love you I swear’

her stunning looks

shook

my mind and the maze of sensuous

thought

drowned me deep into the fathom of her

heart

holding my head in her hands she rained

down kisses on my glowing visage

 I

gleefully responding cooing mingling

the melody of love making.

On

waking up I saw her

fast sleeping besides me

with that blissful

beauty.

THE MOUNTAINOUS LASS BY BRIJ KAUL

The mountainous lass

             tumbled down from nowhere

                   with fragile frame and radiant face

           attired in dazzling bright

could

be spotted even in starless

night

 Cupid played its game of midsummer’s

love

I fell for her sensual style

for a while.

 I live by love

just only love

love and love

 love

pervades my mind body

 The sun sliding down hills

ripple of gold and azure

streaks in the waters flowing

by the side of creek.

The moutainous lass

playing hide and seek

crossing the wooden bridge

hid somewhere behind the ridge.

cautiously

I crawl to pounce bounce

upon to frighten her

 

Alas

she was seen no where

trudging along for miles or so

feet swollen soggy sore

could not trace her anymore

Her angel bewitching looks

her coquettish winks

flirtatious smiles

flashed before my eyes

I bemoan looking

up in the skies

 understandably

Cupid playing prank upon me

 I ambled back to my

solitude.

 I live by love

just only love

love and love

 

MY STORY A Crucial Decision by BrijKaul

 

 

Ashrams_on_the_banks_of_Ganges_Rishikesh

HOLY TOWN  RISHIKESH

we live to face the challenges in life moving ineluctably at a jet speed reluctant to relent its pace even for a moment or two. Despite one’s coaxing   cajoling life undulates ahead without batting its eyelids for a fraction of a second.

After spending fourteen years in Bilt in their glass units ,ten years at Rishikesh and four years at Pune,I took a crucial decision in 1983 to free myself from the shackles of my comfort zone to move forward to some other corporate corridor on an elevated position.

The picturesque beautiful Town of Rishikesh was holding me back for a long time. The green surrounding hills and the Holy Ganges with crystal clear cool rippling waters and the magnetic spiritual aura had benumbed my mind to think of leaving the place for better prospects to progress and pride on .

I was imbued and enthralled by the beauty of this holy town beyond my imagination .

I loved sitting in my window ,usually evenings and watching the clouds gathering and roll down on the nearby hills.

with the sunset the sky turned orange red, blue ,crimson with white fluffy clouds ,looking so gorgeous . The smell of rose ,daffodils entering the nostrils lilting the body and mind with exuberant fragrance.

Moreover my wife , two daughters aged between seven and five were equally enamoured  by the bewitching beauty of this Holy town .Thus making me indolent enough to make a move for a positive change.

But finally wisdom dawned on me and I instantly landed into a lucrative job with higher responsibilities and better financial raise.

One of my best colleagues in Glass world across the country Mr K.C. SHARMA called me “ Kaul sahib pl listen .we , a group of engineers from HNG headed by Mr M.S Kini have joined UGL at Sahibabad. I have given your reference to Mr Kini and he would like to talk to you. Here Iam giving phone to Mr Kini.”

“ hello Mr kaul Iam Kini speaking. “ A sweet loud resonant voice was heard on the other end.

“ Yes sir pleased to talk to you. “ I replied softly.

“ I want you to join us as quality chief in UGL. I know you are one of best glass operation man and if you say yes I will talk to M.D of UGL.” He continued.

“It will be pleasure to work with you sir .kindly go ahead.” I replied confidently.

And that was it.

ON16th April 1983 I joined Jagatjit industries in their Glass unit ,Universal Glass at Sahibabad near Delhi as chief quality controller . JIL was established liquor manufacturer with premier brands in India .

The Glass unit, Universal Glass ,was manufacturing liquor bottles , quality jars for their well known   brands and food milk products like Viva and Maltova.

It was not a great decision because The Universal Glass had notorious reputation of dismissing production team on pretext of non performance rightly or wrongly. In fact no body alone or in group would join   Universal Glass normally that time.

I had raised these apprehensions with Mr Kinni at the time of interview but Mr Kinni had assured that nothing of such sorts could happen any longer..

The M.D had reportedly convinced him that nothing of such sort could happen.

 

However on Ist day of my joining I was a bit disappointed to find my cabin ill maintained,a dingy one with a a table broken at the edges. The chair was equally in dilapidated condition. A small fan whirred up in the ceiling with a creaking noise .giving it a shabby look.

I immediately went to Mr A.S BASU, Works Manager and told him that it was not possible for me to work in the cabin offered to me. There were some more officers with him. at the time.

Mr Basu smiled and said “ Mr Kaul I understand the fact that the cabin is not good one but will do something soon to look it better and comfortable to work on for you..”

“with due regards to you sir ,I cannot join my duty unless my cabin is overhauled. It lowers my morale to give my best.” I replied a bit angrily.

“ do you mean to say you will not join “ he asked surprisingly.

He dialled the telephone to M.D and said quite audible to me “ hello sir , Mr kaul ,who joined us today finds his cabin not adequate enough to sit in and work. Wants renovation of the same ,Otherwise may not work with us.” Mr Basu said softly.

After an interlude Mr Basu said “ Kaul talk to M.D” he handed over telephone to me .

“ hello mr kaul how are you . pl note I have asked Mr Basu to renovate your cabin and possibly all others in a week’s time .pl be sure it should be done speedily. I am glad you have set new standards for us.” the M.D said politely to me. “ Thank you sir. God bless you.” I replied handing over the phone to Mr Basu.

Needless to say the cabin was upgraded soon after.

The change was fruitful as I got chance to show my technical skill primarily as well as administrative commitment to produce quality products eventually to stand up to the market competition.

UGL got huge orders and the team working under the guidance of MS KINNI did remarkably well.

The team comprised of another genius production Manager Mr Subhash vishwakarma . He was very adept in managing the ISmachines and supported me not to pass bad quality .

His two engineers Mr KC Sharma and Mr Ahmad were equally good and highly adept in their engineering skills.

Mr Subhash was positive minded engineer rarely seen in glass units those days.

Our Plant Manager Mr A.S Basu was well known ,highly qualified, Glass Technologist ,who supported my staunch stand to maintain quality of glass products at any cost.

His affable , smiling disposition combined with long experience, acted as an epitome for all of us to achieve great strides in meeting production targets with ease.

There were friendly people in Universal glass, who were elated to see the company progressing ahead with good production and profits.

To be frank I loved the other colleagues like MrRakesh Arora , Mr A singh , MrChampati , Mr subhash Gupta, and many others who were source of joy inspiration to forge ahead the ship of Universal Glass.

Time passes on slowly gently and getting through it peacefully is no mean feat.

The one place I had been happy ,undoubtedly happy.

But I would confess doing away with spiteful rumours of losing jobs ,Universal Glass stood the test of time and became one of the rising stars of that bygone era.

After working for nearly seven years I one day decided to move ahead into one more green pastures to explore and imbibe a different culture.

Life is on going process. Donot stop in between.

On my triumphant farewell I took some accolades that fixed my destiny in future.

There are moments when you drive your temptations to some logical conclusions irrespective of hurdles .

 

 

 

BREEZY VALLEY by Brij Kaul

The wheezy sneezy breezy

valley

forsaken decades yore

stealthily

under the cover of darkness of shitty

night

tears, lurking fears, tormenting heartburns

finally

soothing with the running

times.

breezy valley nestled among

the

gorgeous green mountain cliffs

mammoth charming Chinar

trees

swaying leaves in the cool morning

breeze.

The wheezy sneezy breezy

valley

forsaken decades yore

alas;

cannot be forgotten any

more.

The afternoon red sky

with

shady sunshine and drizzle

A real moment for to be in

trizzle

the mellifluous cooing of

Cuckoo, Mynah ,Thrush, swallow

the birds that flocked

my window sill

bringing

morning musical thrill

to the torrid ears.

the shepherds grazing sheep

on the rolling green hills of

Yusmarg

the beatific belles young

walking frisking in pairs

singing

gleefully the popular

folk songs

while crossing the

purring streams of

Tangmarg,

The wheezy sneezy breezy

valley

forsaken decades yore

cannot be forgotten any

more.

A SWEET WHISPER by BRIJKAUL

I have to tell you something

inaudible of course

just a sweet whisper in to your

 ear

my love still has not abated for you

dear

though past your age

but

your absorbing poise

a stately gait

glinting giggling

tranquility

entices me to keep loving

you .

I am your forsythia shadowing

                     you from rain snow and sunshine

     sprinkling bedecking with flowers to

make

                     you look gorgeous glowing glinting

as ever as a young belle

I met some decades gone

still

sensuous sparkling

alluring agile

luring me to come out

of

hibernation of love

get

intoxicated and drenched

by rousing sensuality

to

seek repose in your beauty

for ever..

JUST ALL LOVE

It

is just all love

from me to you

and

you to me

and just all love.

frolicking  rollicking

fluttering across like

a lark high above

the bonnet blue sky

with

a pair of roving eyes

a cascade of curly hair

summer’s sunny smile

you

ambled around for a while

garden alleys looking awesome

with roses lilac marigold

blossom

your demure sensuous divine

beauty

intoxicated my senses to the state of

ecstasy

without fear or tear

I swooned you over and

trailed kisses down

      your neck and bareback,

     you

lustly holding me to your bosom.

hand in hand

we

cheerfully braced for a walk

into busy buzzing street

amidst

the plying of cars and throngs

of men women

jostling for a space to tread upon

settling

finally for a cup of

tea.

it

is just all love

from me to you

and

you to me

and just all love

love and love.