ANATOMY OF " LOVE "....( HOW I THINK IT IS VERSION )

Today i feel like dissecting all the petals of life with tools of reason and faith. So let me begin with the most talked, hyped and cherished feeling.....(love).Before i begin, i specify that it is only about what Adam had for Eve, not what krishna had for Yashoda. It will come in my next few posts but for writing that i will have to ascend to a different frequency altogether.So now i talk of love of a man for a woman or otherwise.
We humans are a strange race.not strange because of our "id" but because of our superego.Here i shamelessly admit that i have two versions ....one one of how i think it is and another one that how i feel it is and should be. And i am afraid both are not very much same .So it is kinda paradox in itself . but be it any version the best thing is "IT PROVIDES WITH ANSWERS"

" LOVE" is very easy to fall in . But hardly do we realise that there are milllions in this world who have went through this same experience and some simultaneously still are.but since we percieve it to be so personal , so divine that for a moment it seems that it is only us that who has been in love. Have u ever considered that love which we feel today is not the product of that one moment ? The fact that "love at first sight " is actually a produce of thousands years of evolution.
Years ago man was the hunter , the food gatherer,the physically strong and outgoing in the family ......while a woman was mostly down with pregnancy in her best years (Alas the abscence of contraception and womans lib).So she had but no choiice to assume the role of the home maker . And since the very basis of our humankind is "symbiosis",, man brought food and woman nurtured the family.made home an attractive place where a man would love to come at the end of the day.
Well now lemme explain where all this is leading to ......."A woman is more faithfull than man"(can be interprted as a "Woman loves more than a man"). Since man was a the foodgatherer ,the hunter, the pleasure he derived from hunting/conquering got encrypted in to his genes. So while woman had only a few eggs in store and was dependent on her man she had not much choice but to be monogamous(or the tendency to it ),while the man who had millions of seeds to scatter throughout the globe and fr whom hunting was one of his basic instincts; was and till date is by nature polygamous. I dont say this as a m.c.p. or as an applause but as a fact.
So if we talk about making a choice in falling in love or rising in it . I think that will be like just being the part of the virtual world (remember MATRIX ?).
So what is it actually that makes us fall in love ??? looks ? that one ryt act at the ryt time( time wen u were available and ready fr it)? nature of the persion ? power ?wealth ?or that "je ne sas quoi"? that cosmic magic????
Well now i see a lots of eyebrows shooting up. but trust me folks u can not choose amongst these . It is a potpourrie of all these in strange proportions. and now pls dont be stupid and say "i dont care about the looks , the money, the power... blah blah blah . OF COURSE YOU DO. Well if u had a choice how wud u want ur lover to be ......with theses or without these ?? Dnt answer me.... answer urself.
And lastly what i feel "keeps love alive and rise" is not the unision in it but rather defeciency. there is no 'happily everafter'. just think of all the great love stories of the world...(some wonderfull ppl fall in love and they die in the end while still yearning fr their beloved. Thus STILL RISING IN LOVE.
Take laila majnoo ,romeo juliet , heer ranjha , shiri farhad ...those are the ones i can recall here fr the time being (ya ya ya there was a certain jack ,a tom , a dick and harry whos story was different) But get the basic idea mates.I am sure if these ppl had really been united and a follow up was done after a few years we wud be seeing Majnu flirting outside and Ranjha eyeing his next door pretty lass.so it seems that YOU HAVE TO LOOSE IN LOVE(or the illusion of it) TO RISE IN LOVE......

MADHUR UNIYAL

p.s. this was my 'wat i think it is' version. my 'what i feel 'version is due in the next post.

I DARE TO DREAM

"To dream of skies and achieve less is acceptable, but to dream less is a crime".These words of our former prez Dr Abdul Kalam Azad were directly etched on my heart as soon as i heard him on television.True , dreams make a man.What is one without dreams ?....just a mechanical being?? With getting up , surviving and then going to sleep his only chores? Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true. Bigger the dreams ,bigger the price they demand. And it only takes a man of substance to pay this toll.....the man who is just not an idle dreamer but an achiever as well... a visionary......

I DARE TO DREAM

Sliding down the Deodar leaf, I chafe at its tip,
I think a little, as too much thought might pull my reins,
A little coy I am ; as the Sun sees through me;
I dive in to a hollow strange....

I am anxious; knowing not what holds for me – Ye Fate,
But I dream of consummation;
Holla ! Sleep thou not – my future celebate.

I kiss the moistness; elope with the humus,
I conceive, centuple,
I feel the fullness of the nature – so ecstatic, so jubilous.

I am a brook now and down the hill I go,
To grow in to a stream, now with all my might I flow,
'Left’ I turn and ‘Right’ I turn and sing a chanty here and there;
Hey curate you pray for me; oh mighty me – I am a river

I twist, I waltz, I waddle on my jazz;
Then slow I down with a placid notion
I break in to veins, in my labour pains
Cometh my ultimate reincarnation.

See my grandeur, from rands to Sargasso, I fathom my ego as a sea.
I say to ocean – "you did not parent me but boy I fathered thee.
Here I shout, "Attention this world, heed to my scream!"
I am a drop, The same little drop, But I dared to dream.........

Madhur Uniyal (copyright 2001)

THE LONGEST WAIT

"WAIT"..... for me it is one of the toughest things to do. Perhaps life still has to teach me the lesson of patience.I am not an ardent fan of Eric Segal but I love his "ACTS OF FAITH" for the strength of his female lead Deborah. Deborah touched my heart so dearly that i dont think that I can even compare her with any other charecter anywhere in truth or in fiction (except to a little extent Keira from Rand's 'we the living').Only that kind of woman i think can get me down on my knees.I dont know who coined the term 'weaker sex ' for females. I would rather call them the 'gentler sex' but weaker ??? no sir!!! Only she can love somebody with an absolute intensity and an absolute might. A might which can put Gods to shame.A might which may make her wait for her beloved even if it is the longest wait ever .........This poem is my salute to all the Deborahs in this world....

The Longest Wait

Her gaze is fixed ; her eyes sapphire,
Her foreheard wrinkled; sight never seem to tire,

Sand in her fist that slowly escapes;
What a torture to her lovely shapes,

Her blood is fire her bosom turmoil
Her tears flood bathing up the soil ,

Is she the 'hunter' or is she the 'bait'?
" NO" she is 'Agony' and in her lovers wait,

Like reeds on the bank that slowly decay;
In to slime n skeleton in its solitary yet frequented grave,

She murders her charm , eats up through her soul;
Like caterpillar in the bud ;pain taketh its toll,

When is he to come? or Is he to come?
That is all her sanity fights,

As every minute bids its farewell ;
Her hope flutters like a dropping kite,

But she shall wait and be true to her part;
Even if it is the longest wait ,
Even till the ground and horizons part..............


Madhur Uniyal

I CAN FIX THAT

What i write today are not just a few rhyming words. It is but a "promise". My promise to the people i love.The promise i would happily die keeping.Thank u folks cos it is just because of ur love that i can boast of being the only person in the whole wide world ,who never felt unlucky.....even for a moment....



I CAN FIX THAT

"The day has scortched you,your being exhausted ,
No cool in any waters you adopted ,
Sit down a little , give me your load ,
A little rest .....I can fix that".

"You toiled and toiled with only sweat result ,
Your soul has ache'd and bore insult
Hold on my dear , it is not ephemeral
A little more wait .....I can fix that."

"You have erred , a Hemlock sprouts ,
Your soul cyanosed by its poisnous bouts ,
Don't you worry; the Panacea is coming ,
Just a little delay .....I can fix that."

"Come to me whatever may come ,
Come to me whatever u've done ,
My nest may be small ;your problems big
A li'll more weaving , .....I can fix that."

Madhur Uniyal

THE QUESTION NEVER ANSWERED

I wrote this poem way back when i was in ninth grade, and it aptly represents the thoughts of a 'nouveau adolescent' and his virtual paradise where he visualises everything around him with his narcissistic kaleidoscope.Though today i am not very proud of it but it is dear to me cos that was the time when words flowed right from the heart directly to the nib of my pen bypassing the grey matter entirely .....a literary portrayal of my 'id'..... just raw emotions penned down.....

THE QUESTION NEVER ANSWERED

Though tears in my gloomy eyes are few;But whenever my love I think of you,

Your charm;your calm; your smile; your frown,Makes me miss you and in your love I drown,

Deep; deeper and deepest in the sea,Where there is none;But me u n glee,

Thither in my arms you resist and moan, But soon melt and whisper in to that lovely tone,

"I am yours my love; for now and forever"But then with a hidden thought you do shiver ,

Holding my face, pouring love from pretty little eyes, With a lovely expression so keen so wise,

"Will you love always "? you do say , While carelessly with your silky hair i play,

"Will you love me"? You say it again ,And pearls droppeth from your eyes; like the first summer rain ,

"Will you love me even when i am gone?" And there i am perplexed failing to get your passionate song,

"Will you love me even when i am dead"? , And lo i am shaken from my bliss; my heavenly bed,

Looking in to those eyes crammed with dew , I was startled knowing not what to do,

To calm the little brook shedding brine; A 'soft kiss' on those rosy cheeks necessity of the time,

And there you were calm and content , reading my kiss and what it meant ,

'Cos' now you knew what was fine;The one to answer was not 'me' but 'time'.....

Madhur Uniyal

TO DEATH

Death....the concept of death has always fascinated me.I can't help but to involve death in one way or the other in my writings.Maybe cos till date it is the most complex maze or maybe it is the most honest act in one's life and evokes the deepest and the truest emotions in others .
My first true encounter with death could be explained in just one word "ICY". Yes ,I had been to funerals, I had seen the dead before, but when for this first time when i was posted in intensive care unit(I.C.U.) as an intern ;a patient passed away on my watch.Transformation from a person to a body, that too in just a few minutes.......i felt chill to my spine. Here are my four lines to DEATH...

DEATH
"How sneakest thou with swiftest strife,
With Garguantan weight fingers of ice
And suck the warmth out of a mortal one
Leaving a shell ,wails and cries".


Madhur Uniyal

RESURGAM..."I shall rise again".

"Resurgam" in latin means "i shall rise again". This is my favourite ballad from whatever little i have written. How much so ever popular one is ,how much so ever wanted , when he is gone the world just moves on .....This ballad is the afterlife story of one such popular lady who just needs somebody to shed two tears at her grave , 'two tears' right from the heart , 'two tears'...her passport to salvation ......

RESURGAM
Deep in the ground in a slumber so sound ;a tender being hibernates , I can't call it living , i won't call her dead ,
Cos' she said to the winds and even to the mist in the air

"Soon shall i rise again , rise from my earthen womb
this irksome dread ,
And walk with the clouds; tearing all my shrouds
in to the emptiness this destiny fabricates."

But this all is a dream , the only hope to a poor soul ,
" Two Tears" she needs 'right from the heart'
to creep her way to this ultimate goal .

Her husband ? 'NO' he has married again ,
Her children ? 'NO'they are busy mending their children's pain ,
Her parents ? Alas ! they are already gone ,
Her lover ? But now with no love, no sigh,no moan .

She tries, she cries, right from her liver ;
right from her heart ,
But all her pain was all in vain,
tears dont drop from dead ones part.

And even today the wind echoes and mist embales ,
Her sullen story ;her gloomy tale .
And words of this beautifull baroness, an unfortunate dame
Resurgam........ Resurgam........ Resurgam ........


Madhur uniyal (copyright 2001)