Kangleimaichou

You chase it for years Just for a glimpse. When not enough, With all bravery  And wits of the world You let the heart speak. When heard, you ask for more, Forgetting how it began Forgetting what was expected. Now you want bits and more For the world you have built. When that goes up, You whistle a melody. When that seems within reach, You hum a better one. When not, tasting the limits, Reticence is the language Silence is the music And hope is the crescent moon. You have forgotten the truth Or you don't wish to recall  The start, promises made to self  The fallacy of imagination How it can be double edge How the very strength of life How the sense of the world  Could also be your own foe? Must one hope and dream With a restrained mind? Must one live knowing Knowing his place in the world? Just to live just half a life; The other half static and ordinary. No half-bloomed flower manifests A beauty that can enchant; Be it feisty or gloomy, in whole, One finds the hues a...

Oh love, oh beauty  Only now I know And understand this. This wonder of life, With meaningful signs This language of soul; Unsaid, and yet saying all These pulses of heart, Beating the drum of love. Long ago, seasons ago They found their place  In well-guarded solitude I carried them, kept them Thus found intact Only to realise well After seasons, after years That the heart was right. I know this well  When our eyes met In our simple words In our impulsive gestures In our language of soul In the words of love; That if I say more That’ll be to catch her scent Feel the gentle touches Hold those delicate hands And to kiss her soul.

Like not looking again at this beautiful sky above, he chooses not to think about her, ever again, without realising that the universe is incomplete without the sky above and a life without her thoughts would be sans purpose.

Half a life; in search of the other part. Drinking well enough when happy, And more than one’s share  When hope grows dim; Only to search the lost times  In great haste.

In silence, one seeks solace The refuge to probe one’s self One’s worth and place; The wounded self, the self needing more. To heal, reflect  So that one can step out again. From that shell of silence. How powerful, how useful, Speaking the unspoken Healing the wounded Even containing the storm within. One could be grateful For the solace one finds. But the fear is, Will it be understood or read?

Nothing completes Nothing perfects; All the impermanent. Yet, we all try At least, in imagination To complete To perfect  And to make  The impermanent permanent. A perfect portrait painted  A complete story told A love-lorn heart fed well. We feel this way Thus we believe it is And we live with Complete perfection Embracing and caressing  The imagined permanence.

Profile: Balendu Yadav is a Bihari man in his late forties. Settled in Delhi-NCR, and in a corporate career spanning 20 years, he has achieved what many would call ‘the pinnacle of success’.    Scene 1:  Ambience: It was around 7pm. The city had just been blessed with a drizzle, lasting almost an hour. Now standing in his sprawling office room on the 20th floor of a skyscraper, he watched the well-dressed people, mostly corporate employees, enjoying the pleasant weather outside. Where he stood was high enough to give him a clear view of the sprawling and ever-growing metropolis. With pride born out of his career success, he got into a mental reverie: “20 years ago, when I came to this city, I had nothing. I was vulnerable, ignorant and I was too eager to find a small patch to put my feet in this bustling place. And when I joined this company, nobody treated me like somebody. I was just a Bihari lad always wanting to stick my head up. Ahh…those years! They call it rat rac...

  Like the changes we are witnessing across all industries, the change the advertising industry is experiencing entails an interesting revelation. Engineered by technological disruption, it has transformed the pace at which the industry used to function; it has reduced time consumption, minimized cost and, of course, manpower. While this makes sense in terms of business operations, ensuring timely execution with lesser time and money, it, however, creates serious implications that have adverse impacts. The change is the discontinuation of art tools which were crucial in every advertising house in creating great creative art works or effective campaigns. Like the rest, like it or not, the industry has also adjusted to it. Of course, some changes are for the best, but some, despite the convenience, could spell something disastrous.     Calligraphy: Written without practicing beautiful handwriting   Derived from the Greek word “kallos” which mean...