river of wine

day became brighter,
night less gloomy
everything little more fine
on the day when
little brook decided to
become river of wine

If I fade

If I fade
away into
the oblivion,
someday
and the fog
blurs my being,
wind makes,
my voice distant,
crowd snatch
my presence away,
read my words,
My love, again,
you will find me,
I will find you.

what if he doesn't want to be

 I was wondering what
if he doesn't want to be,
Mountain, with stony heart,
From whose indifferent arms
o lovely dear, lively river flee
And I think I know what
He would want to be
Rather than cold mountain,
He would prefer a sunlit sea
Whose warm embrace,
his dear river seek!

Dear Dream

I am a dreamer.
I know so little of real life that
I just can't help re-living
such moments as these in my dreams,
for such moments are something
I have very rarely experienced.
I am going to dream
about you the whole night,
the whole week, the whole year.

Samyaa asked

(Amazingly initiated by Ojasi Mehta (Ojasi's Blog))


Samyaa came on her toes and stood behind, he knew it was her. She didn't speak. Two hours passed with the moon floating on the river. When he was done with the meditation, he signaled her to board on the boat. The boat was Tabutsaaz's temporary house.

what's going into your mind? He asked her silently. She smiled, she was saying, I don't have words.

Random words, said Tabutsaaz finally reading her troubled gestures.

She put in efforts, said, " What to do...if there comes a point in someone's life when he is shocked out of his senses, when...when he finds out he Wont' be able to do something he had been doing for years, something for he is deadly Passionate about... what that would mean? Destiny? Of course... but what more? Is that a sign you need to change the Road? Is that a sign you have missed something more Important, something to Learn? .... huh!"

Tabutsaaz remained silent. While observing the waves, he smiled gently, as if he was patting the waves...

The Impatient heart waits for him to speak. While observing the deep silence and how echoing it is, echoing your own thoughts, dreams and fears...


****


He started tapping the side of wooden boat with eyes still in rhythm of every fall and rise of the waves. His voice rung and sync with the heartbeat of the river around him.


He muttered for Samyaa's ears only.

"River flows through three worlds.

It connects three world,

in most evident way possible.

A river is a magical thing,

a magic, moving, living part

of all the three worlds.

River begins, sustains and finishes,

while Doing any of these three

River never cease flowing,

River never cease Being.

Every drop of it

Never cease to be a River.

She knows very well

how to be a River.

She, when was young,

was very restless,

though mountains and rocks,

she would jump and dive

seeking unknown,

seeking untested.

and then she reached

the edge of the Forest,

She grew up and being grown-up,

she did not

run and jump and sparkle

along as it used to

but moved slowly.

For she knew now where she was going, and

she said and smiled,

"There is no hurry. We shall get there some day."

Dharma

""I am part of their wishes and not needs, but they seek me in wrong place at wrong time. They seek me in their needs and not wishes.", Dharma told me", Tabutsaaz was telling to Shiva and himself.

And his eyes were lost in the time which was distant where Dharma, the old sage was master and the Tabutsaaz, an apprentice, an intern.

"Dharma was a strange guide," remembered Tabutsaaz and smiled.

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O' Friend!!!

On the eve of the end,

I pray we meet again,

O' Friend!

And I pray by then,

You would as I'd have finished

all our errands here.

So that you and I

can sit awhile,

catch a breathe,

look in each others eyes,

how our journey fared.

Smile and pat and kiss

each other, for awhile.

Before we the thirsty one

quench the almighty.

On the eve of the end,

I pray we meet again, O' Friend!!!



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Blessing.

"The first stage is Denial

Next is Anger.

Stage then is Depression.

The final stage is Acceptance.",
said Tabutsaaz.

"May you face all,
with dignified bravery,
with peaceful soul,
with serene mind,
with poet's joy,
with Warrior's stride.",
He added and crossed his heart.

He blessed the Dying,
He blessed the Dead
and he blessed the Death.

The Perfect Apprentice

"Necromancy is a magic form involving communication with the deceased – either by summoning their spirit as an apparition or raising them bodily. It is probably the most foreboding and sinister...", explained young Shiva with a gleam in his eyes. His tanned brown skin was glowing with the morning sun. His broad forehead and fluttering long hair gave him the demeanor that to match his mentor.

He continued,"...it is not respectable practice as it brings trouble over the ones who are granted the right to rest by nature divine. So is same with human interactions and relations once they have lived their lives it is very important let them rest in peace. As in necromancy so in these relations any forced attempt to revive dead, brings problem not only to dead but to alive as well."

Shiva looked at his mentor as if to seek approval. with a nod Tabutsaaz gave a proud filled smile. Smile of satisfaction of finding the perfect apprentice.

Few Random thoughts of Tabutsaaz

Some thoughts can be properly considered when you avoid starting it from why. (Tabutsaaz)

You have to believe in your dreams, because they never cease to believe in you. (Tabutsaaz)

Being happy is an everyday task, you cannot be happy for once and forever. (Tabutsaaz)

One who share his bread, his dreams, his joys with you, and whose hunger, whose disappointments, whose sorrows troubles you as much as they do it to him, he is your companion and bond between you is Companionship. (Tabutsaaz)

We all are reflections of one universal soul in vessels of different sizes, shapes and natures but we essentially inherit the basic goodness of that one universal soul. (Tabutsaaz)

Thirst

Long dreary walk 

of one day to another

dreamless nights 

following each other,

With daily evils 

he had to face,

with daily evils 

he had to create.

He suffered all of them

as much they suffered him.

While fighting with truths and lies,

He thirsted for soulful moments 

with her again.

He thirsted for her eyes, her dreams

He thirsted for HER again

the fishergurl and the boy

"Do you love me,

as wind loves the leaves of grass, 

caressing in beautiful dusk?

Do you love me, 

as one day a cloud filled with rain

loved the crazy young sand dune

and emptied herself to the sand dune 

only to transform it and herself?

Do you love me, 

as the pillars of a temple 

loves another 

but does not get 

too close to each other 

so to hold the temple, they share 

from crumbling away?

Do you love me,

as a candle loves a moth 

and burns every bit with it

but does not forget 

to light the world around?

Do you love me,

as a river loves its flow 

and still does not fail 

to quench a million others on the go?",

All this and beyond this was what the boy wanted to ask the fishergurl. 

But never he did, never he could...

Still it happened as was destined and as was repeated a million times before

  Boy fell in love for fishergurl...

that dreamy li'l boy who was not so honest but was very much innocent fell in love for that fishergurl who was not so innocent but was very much honest.

let the cup and the wine remain in front of me

There are days which begin with perfect setting. You spend quality time with your loved ones, in their arms, in their embrace, you rest. You plan things for future near and far in their eyes. You are contemplative and taking actions at the same time. Life seems beautiful and blissful at the same time. You have work at hand, dreams at eyes and satisfaction at soul.
But then life has its own plan, own surprises, own twists and turns.
Relationships which are your power, your strength start doubting you. They don't want few things in you, they don't like how you handle few things. They don't always entirely agree with the way you act, react and put closure to things, lives, interactions around you.
You try hard to explain them, make them see the world, the way you do, you use different approach, try different angles to bring in peace but in process you hurt something very integral in those relations.
Things start falling apart, one thing leads to another and the day, a seemingly perfect day collapses, comes to sudden halt. Unexpected HALT.
Again, life goes on for an another day, for another twists and turns.

गो हाथ को जुम्बिश नहीं आँखों में तो दम है
रहने दो अभी साग़र-ओ-मीना मेरे आगे

Though I can’t move my hands, I [still] have power in my eyes
let the cup and the wine remain in front of me.

A Doodle after a long time

...soul of innocence

Job

"...you are my past,
and I don't dwell on it."
with eyes stoned she said.
"Don't dig them again,
in grave all emotions laid."

"My job is to dig them deeper,
Not to dig them out."
replied Tabutsaaz
with graver smile.

Stories he told me

The time was right although I don't remember what time it was, he told me stories. A lot of stories, stories of boys who turned into men who grown upto be saints, of girls who left the valleys to reach the mountain in search of their sheep, of man who never left villages sitting first time in aeroplanes, of village temple and shrines, of the river which gave the tribe its life but one story which stood apart, the one which is bothering me for almost a week now, the story of a little boy who woke everyday in a new world, finding himself unknown to language, culture, thoughts, fears, hopes and dreams of the world he has woke in.
It was beauty of the words or its relativity to me I don't know but that was the story which appealed me most from all the tales of the Tabutsaaz.
I remember, his way of telling stories was little out of convention but I liked all the more because it has magically ability to teleport the listener to his world.
In one of these stories the boy who wakes in different world after every sleep, once wakes to a world of time tables. As usual boy would not understand language of the world he woke in. The joys and sorrows which make that world laugh and cry was not legible to our boy. He was unaffected to the emotions of this world (though Tabutsaaz told me later that there were no emotions in this world, just strong surges of after effects of specific event which made inhabitants of this strange world make laugh and cry based on its results) and so was the world by his existence for that brief period. His presence was more or less invalid to this world.
Now our boy has been to this kind of worlds more than often to think all over this. He would have bore this feeling of not being "Belonged to"  as he knew this strangeness would last only till he sleeps again. He knew that once he goes to sleep, to his own dreamland, everything would be fine again. Everything would be back on track right upto the level of normalcy of  any dreamland would offer. What he din't know was in this time table world there was no time allotted to rest, to sleep, to dream.

Tabutsaaz - The Birth

He was born in the village cut off from the city roads. The elder woman of the tribe spoke the Supreme words in his ears as soon as he was out of the womb. He was told on the very moment of his birth that he is supreme joy. The tribe was overjoyed by his arrival. His was a morning born still nights claimed his most of the life later. Nights befriended him very quickly. His talents shined fiercely at night and night people, people of darkness loved him.

Tabutsaaz was born in a perfect setting for a birth of an artist.

He was born in a perfect setting for a traveler whose quest was to explore, define and making joy accessible to all.

Tabutsaaz

"During the time when Magic was still in the air and mortals and super mortals use to walk under same sky, what was definition of companionship?", the Samyaa asked Tabutsaaz.

"One who share his bread, his dreams, his joys with you, and whose hunger, whose disppointments, whose sorrows troubles you as much as they do it to him, he is your companion and bond between you is Companionship."

Residues of three worlds

Water is the element of three worlds. It flows from Heaven to Earth to Hell. It travels the journey of all three worlds. It shapes these worlds according to its flow and get itself changed in the course. It hunts on earth and eats in Hell.



Eagle is the bird of three worlds. It soars in the heaven, hunts in hell and eats on earth.



Tabutsaazi, the art of making coffins, is the art of three worlds. It helps bridging heaven, earth and hell. So is the Tabutsaaz an artist of three worlds, revered as wisest and loved as craziest of all unique artistic creators. He paves the part of your eternal path in his unique art. He creates coffins, the charriots of transition, transformation.

No Man's Land

no shoulders for my tears
no tears for mine,
no sweating foreheads,
no strength to spine
no sweet breathes,
no hair burshes,
no glaze of eyes
no stars in sky
no wings to fly
no musk, no fragrance

I stand on
No Man's Land