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Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Seeker, Seeker

Why you have to be so possesive
and yearn to take away my freedom?
I am a free bird,
your world is my kingdom!

Seeker, seeker
seek something else.
Love, that is not binding,
will get plenty, not any less.

I am generous
don't need to woo me
you already have me
just open your eyes and see!

- Musten Jiruwala

~~~ Innocent ~~~

Morning mist with light breeze
clinging dew on grass and leaves

riot of saffron far away in the sky
chirping birds just about to fly
crickets at rest and the roosters at their best
welcoming the rising ball of hot air in haste

just then, wakes up this man...

his heart filled with venom of hatred
with virus of revenge, his blood infected
weapons of mass destruction, in his hand
churning out devilish schemes, from his brain

the alarm goes off, wakes up the child
far away somewhere,
innocent.

- Musten Jiruwala

Rise and Fall!

The kid hit Qad(ir) for a huge six
And Azhar thought it was best to fix

Kapil and his men planted on World-cup a big kiss
Ganguly, as usual, managed to give it a miss

Sachin provided much needed pain to Shane
As McGrath walked in proudly in the Hall-of-fame!

- Musten Jiruwala

Successful?

First time,
when I saw her clapping,
and patting my shoulders
with that hint of joy in her eyes...

I made up my mind
that I want to experience this moment
again and again...

So I practiced well and
succeeded to fail again and again!

She never gave up.

- Musten Jiruwala

Your Eyes...

why is it that my imagination
is full of tragedy!

I look into your eyes
and my imagination
triggers off...

I walk along with you
on the narrow trail,
hand in hand.

I climb up,
I extend my hand
and pull you up

smiling, laughing,
walking, talking,
we keep climbing up

this goes on for a while
until we reach the pinnacle
of a scenic mountain top

you are in my arms.
I can see clouds
hugging the mountain below

force of the wind is such
that I am unable to keep
my balance

here is beauty
along with fear

I want to be here.
I want to be near.
Yet, I fear
to be here

I look away.
Yet,
I want to look
into your eyes.

why?

- Musten Jiruwala

What if...

It is early morning.
Once again, sun is hesitatingly making its appearance, guilty of disturbing peacefully sleeping beasts, birds and human beings. However, to its amazement, sun found most of the human beings awake and making their way to Janpath singing joyfully, waking up the sleeping dogs and the birds.

Unlike every year, today there will be no army parades or display of might in weaponary. Today, the leaders of each country (except for one) from the entire world have gathered here to witness the historical announcement. The announcement, which will be remembered for thousands of years to come.

Leaders of all countries (except for one) are present in their best regional attires. Large or small, every country is represented by its apex leaders, presidents and prime-ministers. Leaders of every religious body are here too.

Media personnels from every nook and corner of the world, be it Television, Radio or Print Media, every one of them are setting up their equipments on the specially designed semi-circular hanging platform, about 30 feet above ground.

The announcement will be made by the UN Security Council Chief at exactly 08:15 AM.

At the moment, there are huddles of leaders mingling around with people, drinking their morning tea from paper cups. There are no barricades, no commandos, no uniformed guards, no policemen and no weapons in sight.

The sun, baffled by all these happenings, looks on.

08:15 AM
Cameras are already focused; wireless microphones are already thrust in their best available slots on the podium. Leaders and the public are standing in full attention. There is light breeze and the sky is clear (quite unheard of during this time of the year in this part of the world). Pin drop silence.

As the UN Security Chief slowly takes a step forward and briskly strides towards the podium, the audience, barely able to contain their excitement, is cheering loudly along with their joyful singing. The atmosphere is fully charged with excitement.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!", Chief of the council starts off! "The historical moment is here!".

"It is with great joy and excitement...", she pauses, perhaps choking, unable to contain the excitement.

"I declare this world to be completely free of any terror!". There is loud cheer from the crowd!
"I declare this world to be completely free of any weapons!".
Another loud cheer from the crowd!
"I declare this world to be completely free of any boundries!". The crowd is now ecstatic!
"Now, you can work anywhere you like! You can do your business anywhere you want to!", she thought it needless to add "except for one country".
"Now, you are truly free from any authoritative governance!".
"At last, after decades of consistent efforts, our world is free of Dictators!".
Married men are dancing with joy. Married women are smiling.
Tears of joy run down the cheeks of the leaders of the world as if washing away all their sins.
Sun smiles quietly, thinking "Once Again, it is the morning of August 15th , that has made history!
"What if that one country...

- Musten Jiruwala

Christina's World


Tears swell up in my eyes,
when I cut the cake
on my 75th Birthday!

Friends, relatives and well wishers
all gathered in throngs
on this fateful Wednesday

Sixty years have past since
I experienced reality of life,
for the first time, on that day

The sky was lit up with
fires of the enemies
everyone were running helter-skelter
in an effort to protect their
offsprings and ponies

in a few moments,
life came to a complete halt
with deathly silence
and fading lights

There I was,
in the field
sitting alone
looking for the signs of life
fearing that they are all gone

Sixty years hence,
Here I am
lots of things changed
around me,
The buildings, the roads,
the computers and the telephones

I am looking for the
small small clues
to see whether
they have changed...

Same way, as I looked
for the signs of life
on that fateful day...

- Musten Jiruwala

~~ Why? Because... ~~

One day,
I decided to play God for me
because,I saw pandemonium and chaos

Then, I decided to dry up the oil from the well,
because,I saw you fight like hell
for a small little oil well

Some sanity restored,
I felt encouraged to go on,

I decided to destroy the weapons,
because,I wanted to bring equality between you and the strong
to stop you from any brawl

However,
I was again proved wrong
by you, my own creation!
You kept the fight going for pretty long

I looked closer for some clue
I searched every soul, black and blue
because
I desperately wanted to bring peace, that was true

Finally,I decided to give you back the oil,
because,
that was not the cause for any spoil,

I decided to give you back the weapons,
becauseI wanted you to realize on your own
Thatyou fight
because
you fear

And if anyone can destroy that fear,
it's not me,
but the creator.
You,
Musten,
you.

- Musten Jiruwala

~~ Courage ~~

~~~ Courage ~~~
Sun was about to disappear
far away in the ocean

Birds were hurrying to their nests
in an orderly fashion

sky was preparing itself to change its colour
from orange to purple to black

cool breeze was blowing across her face
blowing her hair ever so softly

I kept looking at her,
she kept looking at the sea
as if waiting for that eternal moment to reappear

this was perhaps the hundredth time
in last one week,that I wanted to tell her...

sun disappeared, time ran out, she left...
this time forever.

- Musten Jiruwala

Friday, October 14, 2005


Musten Jiruwala Posted by Picasa
As Manoj in Kavyanjali...a tribute to Indian poetry. Kavyanjali was staged at CFD Nani Arena and was directed by Rahul George of Join-The-Dots theatre group.