Screened Innocence

Coloured fingers

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Sun, 29 Apr 2012 15:22:00 +0000

With the colours on my fingers, painting the winds,
Frozen at the brim of the abyss, shining and brittle,
All the needs, dreams, loves and hates of my searing life,
Hanging on the grey pedestals of would be rocks,
Just before it all started, when I was just a hope,
That someone clinged on to as her best moment to be,
Can't agree that this was all going to turn out like this,
But it did and the rocks turned out harder than reality,
The waves of my dreams smashing against them,
The bolts of my silent seething pain striking across,
The canvas of my vision, a little dull at the edges,
But bright, stark and sharp near the crimson center,
And thunders follow the lightning, a tuneful of damage,
Etching certain marks on me and others elsewhere,
Drawing out masterpieces from hopes and dreams,
With a rolling stone, cold cookies and steaming milk,
Little smiling faces, running on like flowing silk,
A fair barter for what was lost, whispers tell me,
Just before I felt the ice melting away on my fingers,
And I could see deep down the abyss, a clear lake,
With no reflections of the chaos floating far above,
Just a silent cautious acknowledgement of its reailty,
Impelling me to step back and to turn around -
To look ahead to the odyssey ahead, clear and new,
To let go of the yesterdays, with my coloured fingers,
And paint my own skies, fields and rainbow dusks.

- Anubhav

The dark horde

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Fri, 27 Apr 2012 12:03:00 +0000

In the silent, calmly violent corner,
Of the deluded reach of my eyes,
I find a sudden uprising of sorts,
Bubbling little shapes of all sizes,
Seen from a distance like a horde,
Sounds of swords smashing shields,
Almost heard by the sheer upsurge,
And the vivid explosive changes -
Of their forms against the deep blue,
Backdrop of the late evening sky,
The sizes of their heads growing,
With every tiny passing moment,
Nudging the realization of their rush,
Towards me into my fading cognition,
A second here or there, I might say,
But surely it happened that they,
Were upon me with all their might,
I heard no sounds, just felt them,
As goose bumps forming over my skin,
They passed on, over me, through me,
Fading on the other side of the fence,
Leaving me staring into the blue sky,
Yearning yet again that tomorrow,
Around the same time of the day,
They would come around the same way,
And this time they will crush me...
I find myself on the verge of praying,
For them to be real for just one dusk,
To take me away into their dark rage,
Over and across the wet weak fence,
Into a star sprinkled night of substance,
To wait across the horizon for sunset,
And then to rush from the distant sky,
To raid upon another silent lost soul,
And show him the way to be one of us.

-Anubhav

मैंने सोचा था की मै हूँ…

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 14:38:00 +0000

वो अर्थ नहीं जिसमे मै हूँ,
कुछ व्यर्थ नहीं, जब भी मै हूँ,
कुछ अभिलाषा है क्षणभंगुर,
कुछ दृढ़ निश्चय जब भी मै हूँ...

उन्माद नया, भय भी मै हूँ,
सच कह दूं तो लय भी मै हूँ,
पर कुछ सरल से राग न जाने,
कैसे खो देता हर दम मै हूँ...

पर फैला लो नभ भी मै हूँ,
सब संभव करता वो मै हूँ,
उन पलकों के पीछे - मृगतृष्णा!
मैंने सोचा था की मै हूँ...

- अनुभव

ऐसा क्या इत्तेफाक

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Sat, 02 Jul 2011 13:47:00 +0000

ये भी क्या मुमकिन है की तुमसे दाद होगी,
फिर से तुम पूछोगी, फिर नामुराद होगी,
माज़रा क्या है की आँखों में सहर होता ही नहीं,
अभी कुछ वक़्त है शायद कुछ और बाद होगी...

इतने खामोश हो, कोई फरमाइश इजाद होगी,
मेरी ख़ामोशी पर शिकायत की तादाद होगी,
और कह दोगे की इत्तेफाक से हम साथ में हैं,
ऐसा क्या इत्तेफाक की हर पल में तेरी याद होगी...

- अनुभव

Watching

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 16:09:00 +0000

Watching, a photo by Anubhav Kushwaha on Flickr.

I often find myself watching myself from far above,
Wondering what is it that I am doing and why -
Am I forced to watch myself from far away in the sky?
Why is it that I am wearing a blue shirt and black shoes?
What is it I am looking for with my wide open eyes?
Lost among people, places, dreams, duties & desires,
Seen within a shaded window somewhere at dusk,
And within another equally shaded window at dawn...
Why is it that I am not flying across the deep blue skies?
Why is it that I am not an ocean or a mountain or such?
Why is it I have so little and am wanting so much?
I wonder if I am watching myself or a shadow of me?
Thinking what it would feel like to be far away in a boat,
Or to be painting the skies with clouds in my hands...
Watching myself take leaps and stumble at small steps...
Realizing in retrospect of this place I have reached, where -
Little dreams are not so little and big ones are so small.

- Anubhav

Dreams in ink

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Tue, 19 Apr 2011 17:08:00 +0000

In a hidden world, there are things to be found,
A thought, a dream, a teddy bear or a broken hand,
Etching dreams on the white paper of memories,
With ink spills and beautiful curves spread across…

Red check marks reminding of the cold mornings,
With fresh apples, milk and bread to start the day,
And sometimes reminding of the hearts you drew,
On the small paper card which was thrown away…

Little circles of blue, holding hands, going around,
With some little shiny shoes and some not so shiny,
Yelling, screaming, laughing, crying and whispering,
Sharing hundreds of things wandering in little heads…

Green pencils draw the grass where you used to run,
Every evening with the hope to reach the pillar first,
Ink spills reminding of the moments when you did,
And realized that sometimes it meant reaching alone.

-Anubhav

Fictitious reality

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 08:39:00 +0000

In the deep blue moment, a few minutes after sunset,

There is something wandering around the fringes of vision,

A subtle sound, a sullen thought of something that may be,

Or of something that might have been; something different.

But how often do we have a moment after sunset to pause;

And to think of what reality really is? Of what we really are?

Is it real? What is happening? Or what might have happened?

Is possibility a reality? Is hope a reality? Or is it all a dream?

A little bit of both perhaps or just a little bit of nothing…

I say, yesterday had meaning and then I say it didn’t!

Is tomorrow’s reality a reflection of yesterday’s dream?

When I touch; Am touched; Smile; Cry; I win; I lose;

When I was born to live and when I live to die, what’s real?

How different is reality from fiction? Is everything a dream?

What if someone is dreaming us and we are but figments –

Of an imagination gone awry? Would we ever know?

Living each day as it passes, counting, celebrating, mourning,

Waiting for the day for someone to say, “Wake up,

You’ve been sleeping for too long, dreaming up your life”,

When the moment comes, call it a good story and go to sleep.

What happens if you die on facebook?

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 10:35:00 +0000

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The grass is greener on the other side

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Wed, 16 Feb 2011 07:04:00 +0000

The grass is greener on the other side
Originally uploaded by Anubhav Kushwaha

Nazneen on the beach

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Wed, 16 Feb 2011 07:02:00 +0000

DSC_0178
Originally uploaded by Anubhav Kushwaha

Flying over the sea

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Wed, 16 Feb 2011 06:55:00 +0000

Flying over the sea
Originally uploaded by Anubhav Kushwaha

Being Human

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Tue, 08 Feb 2011 12:42:00 +0000

When you fly, don’t you feel like falling down?
Just once, to see what it feels like to crash,
To find the very bare grit rub against your shin,
To yell out in pain, to feel alive, to feel human…

To be human! What is it? Is it about winning? Losing?
Is it about changing the world? Is it about silence?
Or is it about whispering while holding hands –
Of someone that you know will not be around…

Is it about running fast when you feel scared,
Not stopping to look behind, running, breathless,
Fast as you can, to survive, to come back again,
To stand in the corner and be afraid once more…

Or when you stand in the center of the room,
Claps echoing in your ears, is that being human?
Feeling like the pivot of the universe, the only one,
Around which the world deserves to move slowly…

It is not about none of it, I have done it all -
And I can’t call myself human, I won’t die, I can fly,
Being human is about having just one chance,
Just one go at it - at happiness with a deadline.

-Anubhav

फिर इतना आकर्षण क्यूँ है?

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 18:00:00 +0000

मै दिन का शोर, तुम शांत भोर,
मै बहता जल, तुम ठहरे छोर,
तेरी आँखे नम मेरी हैं कठोर,
मै टुकड़ो में, तुम एक डोर,
फिर इतना आकर्षण क्यूँ है?

मेरा जाता कल, तेरा आता कल,
मै बहका सा, तुम हो अचल,
मै श्याम पट, तुम नभ धवल,
मै छाया हूँ, तुम हो असल,
फिर भी इतना आकर्षण है,

तुम हो प्रयाग, मुझपे है दाग,
मै कर की मांग, तुम सरल त्याग,
तुम घुप तिमिर, मै व्यग्र राग,
मेरे भस्म से, तुम कहती "जाग",
अब भी इतना आकर्षण है...

-अनुभव

The First Word

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Wed, 25 Aug 2010 14:23:00 +0000

The First Word
Originally uploaded by Anubhav Kushwaha

Now recruiting - New Team for LoL Season 1

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 13:22:00 +0000

Team Name:Vancraft Luftwaffe

Team Warsign - The VanCraft

Current team:

1. DPS - Ashe - iolotusbobo

2. DPS - Teemo - stormryder

3. Empty

4. Empty

5. Empty

Leave a comment here if you want to join the team.

आज ना होगा कल जैसे

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 14:27:00 +0000

फिर क्यूँ सोचे तू ऐसे ?
आज हुआ क्या कल जैसे ?
जब शाम अधूरी चुप बैठी
तब रहे अँधेरा चुप कैसे ?

बात बनी न जब शह से
मात करेगा तू कैसे ?
हाथ खुले हैं आँखे बंद,
ख्वाब बुनेगा क्या भय से?

जब बोल रहा हो जग लय से,
क्या शोर करेगा तू ऐसे?
तू रात अधूरी रहने दे,
सुबह शुरू कर बस जय से!

फिर ना सोचेगा तू ऐसे,
की आज हुआ फिर कल जैसे...

-अनुभव

Away they go

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 11:04:00 +0000

Away they go
Originally uploaded by Anubhav Kushwaha

Oranges

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 11:04:00 +0000

Oranges
Originally uploaded by Anubhav Kushwaha

In the woods

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 11:04:00 +0000

In the woods
Originally uploaded by Anubhav Kushwaha

He walks alone among the woods, within the crowd,
He strays away and off to far distant furrowed spaces,
Comes back with silence, thoughts and will to do,
He steps aside and moves ahead to change the world.

Speed

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 11:03:00 +0000

Speed
Originally uploaded by Anubhav Kushwaha

Can you go any faster than this guy?

Not so camouflaged

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 11:03:00 +0000

Not so camouflaged
Originally uploaded by Anubhav Kushwaha

Dominance

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 11:02:00 +0000

Dominance
Originally uploaded by Anubhav Kushwaha

Rainbow duck

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 11:00:00 +0000

Rainbow duck
Originally uploaded by Anubhav Kushwaha

Quite thoughtful

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 10:59:00 +0000

Quite thoughtful
Originally uploaded by Anubhav Kushwaha

The ground below. The water. The dream.
A little still moment on the side of the stream...
Who thinks, what moves, when and how?
There's music in the air, silent as it may seem.

Sleeping beauty

noreply@blogger.com (Anubhav Kushwaha) — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 10:59:00 +0000

Sleeping beauty
Originally uploaded by Anubhav Kushwaha