Worth dying? | Poem written atop Kunti Betta

The thin line between life and death
Admires you as you gasp for breath

It asks ever so innocently
What do you desire so ardently?

That you annihilate your last slice of fear,
In this hysteria of uncertainty, your only savior

Skin looks too easy to scrape
Warm blood won’t be too bad to taste

Those fragile bones I might spare
If you tell me what brings you here

The stars over my head
The stars under my feet

Unsure if worth dying for
Sure not worth living without

I don't remember the exact time. It might have been 1 in the night at the base of the hill named Kunti Betta in Pandavapura. It was after 10 months that my palms felt the texture of a rock. It was different this time, very different. Last time I was climbing like a monkey. The feet were solid. The grip was firm. Breathing was smooth. All had changed. Every time my foot landed a little harder on a rock, I could feel a tremor through the leg. Hands had been reduced to a set of fingers. I could barely grip anything. I breathed heavier in first 20 steps than I did in entire ascend the instance before.

A person who would lead was one being looked after. It seemed I was having my glimpse of old age. A stone would slip here and there, and the tremor would travel deeper than just the leg. I saw downhill a couple of times and could visualize how easy and plausible it was to slip and just keep slipping and skidding. It didn't instill fear. It simply created a 3-D visual complete with audio effects in my head. Good imagination hurts. I kept going, sometimes against my will, sometimes with it. Body learns from defeat, heart doesn't. 

We reached the top. Everybody just lied down.  The last memory I had of lying on a rock was resting my broken spine on one like a cushion, waiting. I myself felt I was over thinking. That moment had gone but my mind was just correlating everything. I just admired the stars over my head and the lights underneath. The nerves calmed down. I breathed in the cold breeze and closed my eyes for a while. I felt peace, which I don't feel on a 6 inch thick mattress. 

Almost everybody had slept. It was at least 2 hours to sunrise. I pulled out notepad, pen and torch out of my bag. At an elevation of 2882m, I began to write. The only instance about which I can say I wrote a poem when high, like truly high. I tried to answer the question, which I knew would be asked again if I reach the ground. I got up and sat near the bonfire. On top of a hill, in the light of bonfire, this poem was written with a half keloided hand, which makes it pretty badass. 

Kunti Betta picture from the base
Kunti Betta, Pandavapura (130 km from Bangalore)

Putting this picture, just to tell that I reached ground on my own two feet. It was fun.

Thanks Abhay, Kurju, Mojo, Akshit for the laughter, support and uncle chips, in short for being brilliant comrades. Thanks Saumya and Nivedita, for making the tempo traveler time melodious, and sorry for stone age songs.

I would like to conclude it with enlightening words of Shri Shri Saurabh Kurjekar,
"Launde, (pause) sher hote hain"

Zindagi beet rahi hai | Inspirational Hindi Poem

GvSparx - Madhugiri Hills Evening Silhouette

We always have a choice at our hands, but often we are disillusioned by the sense of security, tried & tested stamp and our belief in others more than our own instinct. You can blame your lack of happiness on anyone but deep inside you know it was you who had to make a decision and you made one. Once you make it, you have to own it.

Script : Roman       देवनागिरी

Zindgi beet rahi hai,
Kisi haseen chehre ko lubhaane me
Kisi sabha me jagah banaane me
Kisi apne se peechha chudaane me

Zindagi beet rahi hai
Chaahat ki chaahato ko poora karne me
Samaaj ke maandand par khara utarne me
Aaj ke khwab ko kal par chhodne me

Zindagi beet rahi hai
Apno ke faislo pe jeene me
Gairo ke taano se bachne me
Aaghaaz bina anjaam se darne me

Zindagi beet rahi hai
Khud ki har haar me
Kasoorwaar ki talaash me
Zimmedaario se nazar churaati
Apki, meri zindagi beet rahi hai

Aap chaahein na chahein zindagi beet rahi hai aur bahut tez raftaar se beet rahi hai. Aap ise rok nahi sakte, parantu aapke paas ise behtar banaane ka avsar avashya hai. Aap ise doosro ke ishaaro par jee sakte hain, jee tod mehnat kar wo mukaam haasil kar sakte hain jinme aapki kabhi dilchaspi hi nahi thi. Ya fir aap apne faisle swayam le sakte hain, nayi galatiyan kar sakte hain, unki zimmedaari le sakte hain, unhe sudhaar kar naye raaste ijaad kar sakte hain.

Chayan ka adhikaar aapke haath me hai.

She doesn't know what I write | Love poem for her

We all love someone. We all miss someone when one isn't there. They say love grows stronger and we go fonder when our someone special isn't around. But not everyone is equally blessed. The most painful feeling is when you miss someone with all your heart but he/she doesn't even know it, forget care. You have a plethora of emotions to express and you say nothing at all because you know they don't feel the same way about you. Cupid shot only you.

There's a famous love quote by Plato,"at the touch of love everyone becomes a poet". Sometimes, you don't confess your love not because you don't have courage but because you know the answer. Then the only ardent listener you have is a paper. It would listen what you say, won't judge you, won't say you'll find someone better. It would just listen.

Yellow flower with setting sun

Like the moon shines on a serene lake
Like a candle glows on a birthday cake
Her eyes obscure the dark in my life
She doesn't know
what I write..

Like a wave embraces the sea and goes away
Like a bird kisses a river and flies away
She came, she touched and vanished like a sprite
She doesn't know
what I write..

Like a mayfly meets fire
Like a truth meets a liar
Would the queen meet the knight
When she gets to know
what I write..

I dedicate this poem to all the passionate lovers with half love stories, the school crush about whom the entire class knew but herself, the photo in your personal diary which no one has ever seen, the neighbor's balcony you kept gazing at waiting for her one glance, the Facebook chat you kept waiting after "✓ Seen 1:20 am". Irrespective of who she was and where she is, tell her once even when you know her answer. I dare you post this on her wall. You never know when life takes away your last chance to say something. I have got some substance when I say that. (I overheard someone saying people take your gyaan seriously when you have a near death experience)

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