Thought Bouquet

Do I exist in the electrons of my atoms? their probabilistic waveform; replete with duality defining my troughs and crests, highs and lows Is uncertainty my only reality, a Heisenberg's prose! Do I exist in the double strands of my DNA? with bases paired up along helical structures replicating and repairing ideas as I go along Was I made solely to continue the humanity's song! Do I exist in the intangible realities? of conscience and emotions; wit and melancholy impossible to decipher, a bundle of complexities Am I here only to think and feel and other niceties! Am I a sum of the parts or a whole that exceeds? Am I a product of the past or that what surrounds me? What drives me: a spiritual need or desires carnal? Who are we: souls, ideas, machines or mere animals?

A story of intertwined twigs and bent branches leaves of myriad hues, dried yellow, fresh green hanging on in the wind, the sun and the rains with birds, nest and sunlight seeping through A story of complexities and imperfections of differences, variations and diversity of grit and guts in the face of tumult of home, comfort and of life itself, peeking through.

For the longest amount of time, I had assumed that disasters bring us together. I had sometimes cooked up a situation in my head where Earth was to be struck by a meteorite and the forecast for humanity around the world was grim or something like an impending alien invasion to destroy the humankind. I had always assumed how these situations would have brought the whole of humanity in an unprecedented togetherness cutting across all imagined and real differences between each of us. Alas, as with most of my assumptions about life and humanity at large, time falsified this one too. This year will be a watershed year in the history of our future. The pandemic (and indeed other ills too, that this year wrought) shall go down in the annuls of history as an era where most of the world simply stopped and waited with abated breath for an end, for a finality, for some sort of alleviation or a ray of hope. For now though, we don’t know when or how this will end but there are things that we n...

इत्तेफ़ाक़ी थोड़ा सा वक़्त अपनों के साथ , फिर से गुज़ारा , तो एहसास हुआ कि , प्यार अभी भी बाक़ी है । खाया जो फिर से एक बार   , उसके हाथों से निवाला   , तो महसूस हुआ कि क्यों ,   सबसे ऊंची श्रेणी माँ की है । मालूम पड़ा कि मनचले है , वो भी हमारे ही जितने , पर बचपन से एक सख़्त छवि ,    कायम रखना पापा की चालाकी है । समझ में आया कि सिर्फ एक छुट्टी , या तोहफों का लेन देन नहीं , अपने अंदर एक अटूट विश्वास , और अनकहे वादे को समेटे रखती   राखी है । पता चला कि ज़िन्दगी के इस समंदर में , मेरे लिए जो लड़ता है , झगड़ता है , पर मुझसे कुछ न कहता है , भाई मेरा वो तैराकी है । इस क़दर सबसे दूर कर , अपनों के क़रीब लाना , लगता है कि ख़ुदा की कोई साज़िश है , यक़ीन ही नहीं होता कि ये सब बस इत्तेफ़ाक़ी है । - आशीष गुप्ता Link to the Recitation of Hindi Poem:  https://youtu.be/ZGs...