Sunday, June 26, 2011

MARRIED...to NH17

With these words I do thee wed....

NH 17, prefixing dear ..darling or any such mortal adjectives feels naive. You have become my essence. The very air I breath is a gift from your treasure trove. Richness is your slave. Brooks kiss your feet. Forests conceive your secrets and the sea breeze encores your laurels.

Vermilion dirt on my forehead adorned our  nuptial vows. Dancing in the winding lanes we courted night & day. Intense and aggressive was your embrace. My reciprocation juvenile. Unforeseen emotions triggered & I trespassed the confines of conventions held sacred since time began.

I know naught how we will end, for your admirers are myriad and my insignificance acute!

Today, reminiscing on all the love I ever felt, not one could I concur as selfless. Every once in a while we are overwhelmed with this strong sensation, fastening our pulse, distorting our focus.... propelling our wildest imaginations.... we call it love.

Well, this love we loath to share. We want to possess it. Flaunt it. We need this love to be praised & coveted & envied. We jail it in coffers of obligations and smother this love with restrictions. It's GIVE  else gone....

So, evident... what I feel for you is not even remotely close to the occasional nuances of  romance my heart has suffered.

I love you. Love to share you. Love to talk to all those who have been with you. Love to hear your tales of loving them. You are a blessing as is music, purpose unfulfilled unless shared. I am never going to be distressed with the fear of your going away. You remain immortalized in my  soul. Your feel etched in my skin. Your fidelity irrefutable. Your loyalty unimaginable. Your presence forever assured.

I am married to you... & to you alone will I be forever my true self.  You...my divinity...my blessing.... my companion.... be there in the world... as you are...welcoming all.... be home to the beautiful beings....their chirping & hoots enthralling your fellow companions....let the swaying leaves hum rhymes to your lovers... be wild & endless.... as you are....

With these words I do thee wed....

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Kolkata... May 2011

Some 100 Kms from the mainland of Kolkata lies a patch of green I proudly claim to be mine.Visiting the greens in West Bengal have always been a mighty pleasure, but this time was special......Debipur... to me.....land of lost virtues...

I visited my farmland on the Sunday (Post all the wedding ceremonies for which I had originally been to Kolkata)

After the turmoil of dressing up daily... especially showering & tolerating jewelry...(had to be presentable for my best friend's marriage)....escape to this wonderland put my mind in sync with the wilderness I am home to...

Driving down in a vintage Ambassador ..... blur of trees side by side...realm distorted.... clouds calling....

Welcome to my land where the fields are pregnant & fruits are ripe... save the raw mangoes...delight of which I can hardly write....

Humbled I am by the reception of those whom I believed to be naive & envy their ignorance...covet their treasure ...simple living... clean air... devoid of malice .... absence of greed...

If  I were to need music superior than the the gentle breeze causing ripples in the ponds...quacks of ducks n clucks of hens .... bleating sheep... where should I go??

I did go... to Dakshineshwar...the chimes of the pious bells is as close one can get to the rhythm of rural Bengal...