You and Me – Sound

~Speak to me in those warm tones of elegance that only you possess

Wilfred Mellers

Today I am thinking of a million things that would take years to write. Things about love, about longing, about dreams. Things about you and me.

Your voice, even from such distance, holds me captive. It makes me tremble with bitter-sweet longings. Like a fawn feather it gently churns the milk of my heart and creates deeper play than the words can create. Behind my ear the temperature rises. The warm flush slowly spreads through me. A musky tickle along the spine.  It’s the fuel that feeds me, nourishes me, gives me life. It’s not just a sound, it has a soul, a body, unadorned, deep, rich, sensuasly splendid. Sultry, like a summer breeze. From across the miles it reaches out, touches me, sweeps me off my feet, lifts me to the heights unknown as I lose myself to it and surrender to those brief periods of orgasmic bliss.

There is a comfort in sadness, quietness in tumult, rest in weariness, hope in despair each time you speak. You occupy everything and when the conversation ends I can feel that something has shifted in the air. There is a strange stillness… Vulnerable turbulent stillness and a deep ,bone buzzing, heart pounding feeling envelopes me.

We have nothing but words. Written and spoken. All the senses revolve around these. Even with this distance your voice is your presence in my life , within me. It takes shape making your presence more poignant in your absence. I see , feel , touch you through your voice. Strange as it may seem, human voice can either move you or leave you cold. Yours is a voice I carry with me. It is like the water from  deep forests , a life spring to a scorched rock, that’s me.

I tremble like stroked violin as it makes love to me until the most beautiful music wafts from us, seizing my imagination, affecting everything.  I crave for the touch of your fingers and your voice is substance in  times of hunger like these.

I hunger for your sleek laugh, the words soaked in whiskey. They intoxicate and make me swoon even though we don’t talk love. There is a lot I listen to in between the spaces of our conversation.  When you talk fast I know there are millions of things unsaid swirling in a whirlpool inside your heart. Trying hard to get past the mundane trivialities of daily struggle to live, yearning to come out.  I know many times you do not really say what you are saying and can’t say what you did not. When you stop, I know you curse for messing it up and I smile even though it leaves me burning with want of you. I wonder if I will ever touch you ,but with these words.

So, talk to me

all that have in your head

as long as you can

as much as you can

Talk to me of your success, your failures

share all moments of joy and pain

of turbulence and stability

of loneliness and wants

of untold desires, of unsaid secrets

Let me be the sponge and

absorb it all and

unburden your heart

empty it of  things

gathered over the years

and make new spaces

for love to bloom

talk to me as insanely

as passionately as you can

as often as time permits

reveal yourself to me

shed all inhibitions

let there be nothing between our voices , our words

let your delicious breath tenderly stroke my the skin behind my ears

unravel me, unfurl me, bit by bit

till I am nothing but you

and you

nothing but me

say my name

let it swim inside me

so that one by one

all my pieces fall into place

let your voice bring me closer

There will be beautiful silences to share

when we will be face to face

but till then

let all my senses merge in one

let me breathe the sound of your love

and live

Read all the YOU AND ME  posts here

Laal Salam to Com. Shaheed Bhagat Singh on his 103 Birthday

Bhagat Singh (September 27, 1907 – March 23, 1931)

“He was a clean fighter who faced his enemy in the open field….He was like a spark which became a flame in a short time and spread from one end of the country to the other dispelling the prevailing darkness everywhere”.

To make the Deaf Hear: Ideology and Programme of Bhagat Singh and his comrades- S .Irfan Habib

While the political parties wait to cash on to  the Ayodhya verdict and the govt. tries to clear the mess created  by CWG,  I decided to pay a tribute to Legendary Bhagat Singh on his 103 birth anniversary. The nation is in grip of one controversy after another and seething with anger over the incompetence of our leadership. In such times my thoughts go to a visionary, a great thinker and revolutionary whose words still

I am a great admirer of Shahid Bhagat Singh  and his philosophy. A political thinker who fought not just for freedom from foreign rule but also to bring radical changes in the society in favor of common man . He was just 23 years old when the British Goverment Hanged him along with his two other conmrades TRajguru and Sukhdev.

Bhagat singh was 16 when he joined the Naujawan Hind Sabha (Hindustan Republican Association) , a mass organisation of the youth that worked against the exploits of British colonialism.Later in 1928 he changed the name to The Hindustan Socialist Republican Association. His revolutionary viewpoint was very evident from all his writings.  He believed in“no exploitation of man by man and nation by nation” and wanted qualitative changes in the society. He thought that the Gandhian philosophy would only result in the replacement of one set of exploiters by another and somehow I feel that it is proving true in the society we are living in.

He said ,“There is no use of that independence wherein the power will switch over from whites to our own people. The real freedom is that which has justice and governance in the hands of a common man.”

He was a veracious reader and inculcated this habit of reading and thinking among his associates.

Bhagat Singh was intellectually engaged to Marxism and we all know how he had asked the warden who had come to take him to the gallows to wait until he finished what he was reading.

In his short life span he transcendented from a romantic idealist  to a true revolutionary. A revolutionary who continues to inspire even now.

Why I am an Atheist is one of the pamphlets He wrote during his stay in jail before execution. Among his many writings this one remains my favorite and a must read for all those who admire him.

The British authorities treated him in the most cruel manner but still they couldn’t  crush his spirit.He knew that the struggle for liberation couldn’t be completed without an armed revolution against the imperialist power and by the age of 22 the British were terrorized of him.  Punjab was a politically charged state in those days and this provided much inspiration for him.

Bhagat Singh in Jail – Age 22

He was the iconic figure of the the revolutionary nationalist phase of the freedom struggle.

Indian freedom struggle was universally acknowledged as a non-violent movement and because of that these heroes of the revolutionary nationalism and their great contribution against the British Raj remained unsung but it left a great impact on the youth and for us they are the real freedom fighters. I feel it is sad that Bhagat Singh’s birth aniversory is not given national importance or accorded official patronage reserved for national heroes.

The elite who rule the nation today maybe feel uncomfortable about his questioning philosophy about the imperialism and economic exploitation.His choice of violence as a method of resistance or his idealistic heroism for which he is rightly wasn’t  as significant as his contribution in  trying to formulate a revolutionary philosophy and a course of action, taking into account the travails of colonial subjection, on the one hand and the character of internal exploitation, on the other. The youth was disillusioned by the non violent methods of the Indian National Congress and they groped for an alternative path – the revolutionary path.

Here are some  articles I found online and they really impressed me .

Bhagat Singh Internet Archive ( Awesome collection of his works)

A tribute to Bhagat Singh on the occasion of his birth century

Bhagat Singh and the Revolutionary Movement

I think that Bhagat Singh’s vision of a secular India is more relevant in today’s times than it was maybe during his days.

I wonder how many of us remember  his birthday and death anniversaries and ponder over  the path he showed.

The Hindutva brand of communalism which is plaguing the country today makes us think of what he said in his writings on communal violence.

Calling upon the Indian people to remain steadfast and dauntless in the face of the communal menace, he wrote:

“The Indian people should not lose heart in face of communal riots; instead they should harness all their resources and potentials and exert by all possible means to create a new ethos and climate where recurrence of communal riots becomes impossible.”

[This excerpt is from Bhagat Singh’s article Sampardayik Dange aur Unka Elaj]

Bhagat Singh’s worst fears have now come true, and the future of India appears as bleak at the hands of its  political leadership . I hope the youth gets inspired from the philosophy of Shahid Bhagat Singh and wakes up to raise their voices against the evils that rock our nation.

The relevance of Comrade Bhagat Singh’s dreams cannot be ignored  in modern day India . Let us  not just pay a lip service to him and make make his philosophy of life our own.

On October 7, 1930 Bhagat Singh, Sukh Dev and Raj Guru were awarded death sentence by a special tribunal. Bhagat Singh was hanged in the early hours on 23rd March, 1931 with fellow revolutionaries Sukhdev and Rajguru.

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Held Captive by..

Words hold me captive

unheard, unsaid words

silent cold words

with sharp, jagged edges

pointed words

smoldering hurting words

words dancing in dizzy circles

clogging words

imaginary, jumbled up words

words rising in my insomniac mind

dormant words

words throbbing, pulsating, vibrantly alive

unemotional, impersonal words

shallow words

hollow words

claustrophobic words

limp lifeless words

heart wrenching words

superfluous words

melting words

fiery words

frozen words

lucid words

caged words

dark words

assertive words

mocking laughing outlaws

dry, shriveled words

murky words

entangled words

unexpected words

pungent words

futile words

momentary words

suggestive words

words lurking in the dark

smoky, blurred, shady words

carefully crafted

chiseled words

distant words

persuasive words

incredibly dramatic words

evaporating words

flawless fluidity

passionate words

love laced noncommittal words

panting, exhausting orgasmic words

hurried words

flattering words

irrevocable words

fabricated words

discolored words

strained words

tainted words- crimson

words that flatter your ego

contradictory words

rearranged words

Word Trap- tormenting, deliberate, schemed

ghosts of words

that tap my shoulders and follow me in the dark

fragrant intoxicating words

i am Imprisoned, held captive by your words




too many words …

-Tiku 22.11.2009

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