AKross Words

I compose AKross Words for a living, yes, surely I am joking ;-) Here are some of the interesting (?) clues from my AKross Word:

• It was a bright sunlit day; I was on my way for an excursion in the jungles. The expedition was escorted by a Thunderbird. As the exploration proceeded further, to my astonishment, a Ranger screamed "Ah, what a serene shallow stream of water!" This brought into my focus, a stream flowing quietly and balmy winds wafting along, as we crossed the watercourse.

• Hey you! Is there anybody in there? Let's keep talking. Alas! But I've lost for words and have no high hopes and ‘am comfortably numb now. I thought if it is a momentary lapse of reason? But then I wish you were here on one of these days and give me a final cut for coming to back life.

• French would pronounce a noncoformist from this land as a Pygmy.

• To go impromptu in Rome.

• Music box eats waves.

• Athena’s Roman friend’s wise bird.

• For a few dollars more the bad and the ugly would steal eastern wood from the no name.

• Silent insect sings Hare Rama Hare Krishna .

• The Greek within.

• I, on a cardin'l Dove,
  drain'd a con love, I
  'nd a lion carved Io.
  I, an ico', roved land.

• By the Euphrates riverside lies a place,
  The forefather leaves this base,
  searching for the promised land,
  guided by a divine hand.

• Fate is knocking at my doors, melody is muted by silent scores. While I lay in eremitic bliss of music, in a fifth, obviating dreadful sores.

PS: Answers are available on request.
-akacnha

Kalko kisne dekha?

An attempt made to write in Hindi titled 'Who has seen tomorrow?'

Kalko kisne dekha?
Aajkho humne bi dekha!
Kaljo likkha, such hai kya
haath ki ye sunhari rekha? [1]

Kuch sunhaira, kuch siyaah.
Is pal ya us pal, hum ko kya patha?
Kaun haara, kaun jeetha! Kaun aaya, kaun gayaa?
Aap ya hum, Aaj ya kal, kisko kya patha? [2]

Waqt ka bankar saudagar
Apna banana chaha ye lamha.
Haasil nahi hua ye muqaddar,
Baha kar Ansu sabaq humne bi seeka. [3]

Kamoshike saath tha hamara dosti,
Waqt ka na sun rahe the hum koi Naghmaah.
Doob rahi thi rooh ki yeh Kashti,
Buj rahi thi shamaa-e-hasti, hum ko kaise patha? [4]

Humne aapko dekha, Aapne bi.
Pyarse ya nafrat se, is laHzah ko kya patha?
Puchiye un be-khataa dilonse,
huve hai jo waqt ka saayese tabaah. [5]

Kaun chala Paidal, Kaun Jahaazse?
Manzil haasil hone par tarkeeb ki kya chinta!
Kaun soye aasmanki chaadar par, kaun mahalki,
Badal saktha hai kya rukh yeh haseen khwaabonka? [6]

Raah dekh raha tha us Manzar ka,
Bauchare gir ayi Falak se yadhonka.
Magar nazaarah na raha us mausam ka,
sirf waqt ke sakht bazooonse fana ho chuka silsilah. [7]

Thanhai ki is dagar me, kwabonki in parwaaz par
Akancha , Aashiyaane badal gayi, Zamaanah guzar gaya.
Manzil na mili, chain na mila,
Tabdeeli waqt ka ye 'ajab daastaan! [8]

Kal ko kisne dekha?
Aaj tho humne bi dekha!
Kal jo likkha, such hai kya
haath ki ye sunhari rekha? [1]

akancha

Where's the End?

Well, I just have begun my writing, you say where’s this ‘End’ coming from? An ‘End’ is a beginning, a new start for a fresh idea or life as such. only a thin line of infinitesimal thick separates them. Following incident happened on 15th November 2003 at Bangalore, where I used to work. That’s for an introduction, let me start with the ‘End’ then.

Lost in the chaos were the four people from Maharastra (A state in India). They waved at me, we were (my sister and me) on our way to KR Market (City market, Bangalore) the grandest of all chaos’. Two men, and an equal number of women and children were ambling by the dusty road, carrying the burden of their baggage. The South End (A street junction in the City of Bangalore) is the end point were their journey towards the unreachable destiny came to an end. The destination was Thirupathi (A temple town in India) but alas they were in Bangalore! Some trucker had driven them till the ‘End’. The end was also peculiarly for their pecuniary thing too! Needless to say that it was stolen together with their hope to reach the destiny. The head of the team waved towards me.

It took a certain distance for me to stop my brakeless Kinetic Honda (A kind of bike) to come to a halt. A glimpse of hope twinkled in their eyes as they came towards me. He asked me if I knew Marathi (An Indian language, if you do not know already, in India we speak a googol number of languages). I said I knew Hindi (National Language of India). He narrated his story in a damp and dead voice that I could hardly perceive. Such is the life. One of the women tried to bolster the voice but in vain. Ha ! I donno if I can do anything more. I handed him Rs50 (About a dollar and 40 cents). Hope sometimes bolsters by the smell of money. Small amount considering the chaos that they were into. I accelerated towards my destination.

Later on that day at MTR (An old and a traditional restaurant in Bangalore) we met an old couple. Strange they too were from Maharashtra! In search of a home for his son a software Engineer. So much to write, every nuance of this world which embellishes life. Some have lost their home, others are still in search of the home that they never owned (?)…But where is the end?

akancha