He-She

Speaker 1:

May big things have all our intersest,

Yet may happiness come from small things.

It is a palm full of water that serves the thirsty, best,

though inspirations are drawn from the sight of springs.

Speaker 2:

May big things have all our intersest,
Yet may happiness come from small things.

Though what filled his two palms gave him zest,

It's what slipped between fingers that set his spirits to wings.

Which among the two verses could be perhaps spoken by a male?

Vicious circle

“The love that my heart bears for her, my maiden,
is as strong as that the deathbed bears for life”.
“Who among the maiden and life has thy love laden,
I am here to grant thee that, that wins this strife”

Translation:
Lover boy: I love her as much as I would love life when on deathbed.
God of Death: Her or life, you better make up your mind. What you love most will be granted to you!

What a vicious circle? What should our lover boy choose?

My train of thoughts after I listened to “Hum tumhe chahte hain aise…”

Why I cannot say goodbye!

Prelude:

The world resides in the clandestine chambers,
Of the heart that hath witnessed its visual game.
Just as steady heat that resides in silent embers,
For long after the winds had consumed the flames.

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Long before thee penned thy farewell verse,
Hadn’t thee imprisoned this heart by thy ply?
Now, thou art the deity that my soul nurses,
Where is reason for the prospect of goodbye?

This heart, in longing misses its beat,
At every instance it hears your name.
Aren’t thou, who thus have taken a seat
Within me, a silent spectator of this game?

Like the magnet that holds to iron pieces,
To charge and galvanize their very frames,
Thou art held me by thy memories’ tresses,
Now, there is no escape from this sweet blame.

Destiny that banished me from thy presence,
Did only fill my every pore with thy thoughts.
The wicked wind could only spread her fragrance,
When to kidnap the flower was his callous sought.

Yes, thou would reside in me just as heat would in the embers, and hence, where is the reason to say goodbye!

A good friend of mine finds himself in a position to say a goodbye that he just cannot get himself to. This post is a message to him.

Bheeshma and Karna - II

In the design of death by Sun’s northern motion,
Was a meeting arranged with His earthly son.
With his body in pain and heart in devotion,
Bheeshma lay awaiting the call of Capricon.

Bheeshma:
“Who art thou that thus burns my feet
with tears, more than these missiles would ply?
Rise and by my crown, pray take thy seat,
For, what art a conversation that not eye to eye?”

Karna:
“Oh Sire, I rather face thy gracious feet,
for in meeting thy eye, thy disapproval, I fear.
Pray pardon this act, as imprudence, I entreat.
This is unworthy Karna – the son of a Charioteer.

From a dark cloud carrying years of unexpressed love,
That were driven by the winds of reason so peculiar,
Onto the palms of Karna as barren as wood stove,
As a torrential monsoon, fell Bheeshma’s tears.

Bheeshma:
“What imprudence lies in a grandson’s yearn,
for the rightful seat on his Grandsire’s knee?
Those wretched denials to Kunti’s noblest scion,
Was to rid him off his friendship’s cursed spree!”

“For it is thy prowess that hath fueled the prince with pride,
to design a war against he, whom the Lord Himself sides.
Walk across, O beloved Karna, to virtue’s open gates,
This ocean of blood is still shallow enough for a wade.”

Karna:
“Oh wise sire, where is virtue in deserting the hand,
that fed this being that even a mother found unsafe?
For me, betrothed to death, so enticing and grand,
What wisdom in bowing to the petty maiden called life?”

Bheeshma:
“Yes, death is certain as certain is night,
to all we, who dared the Blessed Lord’s might.
But O Karna, may you find all that in Paradise,
What Earth failed you, from all her riches’ guise.”

Karna:
“May my beloved prince know Karna – his companion,
and know not Karna – Pandavas’s foremost scion.”

Bheeshma:
“Its only when the Sun sets on his glorious son,
would Earth know of Karna’s selfless loyalty.
In bloody Kurukshetra where a crown is to be won,
The spirit of Karna would be its unsung novelty.”

Just spoke Karna and walked back to his tent. He spent the next few days in high-end warfare against his own brothers, the Pandavas, till he met with a glorious death. Such was Karna, one of the noblest, the bravest, yet most cursed warriors of his times.

Bheeshma and Karna - I

On the tenth day of the Kurukshetra war, Bheeshma, the Commander-in-chief of Kaurava army falls to the arrows of Arjuna. This is the meeting of the ever-offended Karna with the architech of the offenses, Bheeshma on the later's bed of arrows.

Part 1 describes Bheeshma's fall and Karna's visit to his bed of arrows.

The news reached him as a boulder of gloom,
That even Karna’s mettle gave way to silent quivers.
To the bride of martyrdom, stood Bheeshma the groom,
After a glorious courtship in this theatre of massacre.

Duryodhana's sorrow and visit to Karna's tent

With his heart heaved with many a sorrow,
Duryodhana fights his day in mourning,
With none from whom was solace to borrow,
He craves for the night to give him a darning.

His defences fell at Karna’s unaddressed door,
His sorrow poured like cascades over the rocks
In Karna’s palms did his unending tears, gore,

Alas, Time had just begun His ghastly mock.

(unaddressed door - at that time Karna did not have a place in the Kaurava Army; unending tears gore - Duryodhana's tears were piercing his dear friend Karna's palms; Time...ghastly mock - after Bheeshma's fall, Kauravas were to face continous defeats and losses)

Past fallen heroes and their pain-filled grouses,
Past the wrenching wails of their ashen spouses,
Past days of dishonour and shame-scared nights,
Karna walks to the bed of Kuru’s oldest knight.

(days of dishonour-shame scared nights - Karna was never honoured as a royal, he was always ashamed of his unusual birth; Kuru's oldest Knight - Bheeshma - Bheeshma was the last of Kuru dynasty, as further generations were not strictly Kuru geneology)

The aged frame visited by a thousand arrows,
But fewer than his Destiny’s unending cons,
His body bedecked by many a bloody furrow,

Bheeshma lay awaiting the call of Capricon. ..... to be contd.

(fewer ..unending cons - the thousand arrows were less painfull than the sufferings he underwent under cruel circumstances of royal life; call of capricon - Bheeshma awaited his death till the Sun's northern movement beginning from Capricon - called utharayana)