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Showing posts with label Tears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tears. Show all posts

Monday, September 12, 2016

The Water




Water Water burning bright,
In the States of this fight;
What mortal hand or eye,
Could decide your flow?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine cries?
On what fields dare they grow?
What the hand, dare can plough?

And what court, & dam wide,
Could twist the sinews of thy tide?
And when thy valleys go dry
What good strike? O’ Nature my!

What the people? What the pain,
You do ooze through their vein?
What the dispute? what lost cause,
Dare these futile fickle laws!

When the spring ebbs underground
And water’d this earth love bound
Did you think of this day to see?
Did you descend the hills to get free?

Water Water burning bright,
In the States of this fight;
What mortal hand or eye,
Could decide your flow?

-R-

 -Inspired by William Blake's 'The Tyger', for my city Bengaluru is burning bright today :-(



Friday, September 4, 2015

Life Cycle, Really?


All I want to say right now, I feel awfully ashamed of being a human.


Rest in peace Aylan, you have not gone anywhere,
 you are definitely in a better place wherever you are now!

-R.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Men Of The Country


If we are men of the country
On the ground, on our feet
Respecting the life
Of others as much as ours
Knowing the wrong
As much as the right
Safe in each other's arm
True in each other's eye
We would never be
Frail and feeble
Blaming the law
Mocking the leader
Letting our conscience sleep
Watching a wound cut so deep
And then wait for a chance
To tremble with the quake
To nail it to the wall
A picture not of that brave
But our heads down in shame
Knowing not the name
Walking with candles
Which last for more
More than our rage and grief
Therefore, only therefore
We come to fight
Together for a change
In a fear so obvious
For one fateful tomorrow
It could be you
It could be me
A slap is this one
Tight on our face
The one of morality
The one of justice
Which never shows itself
And hides behind our creed
Until someone is lost
To insanity, to cruelty
More than to death
What we are raped and ripped off
A very long long ago
Is what should dawn upon us
To change and deal
To care and feel
If we are men of the country

-R

Friday, July 1, 2011

From Your Heart



Lights of love,where do they wish to glow
From your heart to mine or I thought so
Tides of love,where do they wish to flow
From your heart to mine or I thought so
Winds of love,where do they wish to go
From your heart to mine or I thought so
Bonds of love,where do you wish to throw
From your heart to nether I now think so.


-R-

Saturday, September 11, 2010

A Flight Of Light

A night of songful silence and he heard someone speak
Came a flint of light fluttering through the window creek

The dark skies so did turn this day happy and yellow bright
Chased and caught,now laid cupped in his little palms tight

A whisper sang again to let her fly in the world far and free
Would he let go this wonder,the only he did in his life see

Spelled and singed,she slept in a new hope and peace sore
Little did they both know,she cannot burn or fly anymore.

-R.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Life And Seasons

Exhausted.The feeling does creep in sometimes especially when everything seems to happen despite no prejudiced predictions.Spring flowers that please the eyes and blue skies that roof the world are no longer beautiful.

A time of curtained happiness that is too hard to unveil.Beyond the silence is a yearning tone calling the heart and asking it to walk on the trail.At times it crawls and falls and more often it runs and wins.

There are moments of freeze in the journey when it feels the present, learns from the past and contemplates the times ahead.Sometimes it gets different,it speeds in a mad rush and is very uneasy to stop.

However it goes able is the one which gets to walk on the desired road and be humble with each stranger that life throws in there with a tumble.The most joyous and ultimate act of which is to live.Nothing ceases until the spirit of being does.

Autumn falls and winter breaks,
Life gives you all that it takes.


  "I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time."- Jack London.


-R



Monday, July 5, 2010

Invisible Light

I am standing here in the dark, alone like every day and waiting for Uncle near this toy shop in the corner, a ten feet ahead and five feet to the right from my work place. He seems to be late today; he has to pick all my friends on his way and the rain is turning into a downpour.The winds are blowing through the tiny and big holes in my brown frock, there are exactly six.As the icy air brushes past my skin, I can feel the cold and count them.I am glad that they are nothing like my dreams, in either size or number.I did ask Uncle to buy me a new one many a times; he says he will not until I earn more. I think he will be happy seeing my bowl today and get me one, now that I hear some extra tinkles I made during the day.No one wishes to sees this joy on my face; I cannot look at it or the people either.I stand here alone, feeling happy with hope.

The drops of rain are kissing the ground, I wish I could step my feet happy and ahead without this stick, open my arms wide and lift my head high dancing under the sky, if only I could walk home by myself without having to count my steps and fall.I wish I could just see the doll behind the glass pane of this shop before the little girl on the road who is asking her father for it takes it home.I want to see the coins I earn.I want to read books and learn.I want to see colours prettier than black. I want to see the day and night that I feel.I want to see the bird fly high.I want to have all the fun.I want to...


There are so many things I want to do...

Only if everything stopped being in the dark.He could have given me at least one, not if two; at least a little if not more.I do think and cry often, but I am unshaken.I ask none for help, all I ask God is to make me as imperceptible as the world fast and help me fly towards my life that I desire to make on my own, make me unseen like the rest and yet be a special for myself.I do not know if he will ever make my little prayers come true.If he can make all the things of my life invisible, let him make me too whenever I want to be so!

Then I will sway with winds but never get lost,I will be the song every bird sings, I will fall like the drizzle drops but never get hurt,I will have some stars of the sky in my bowl,I will be the light of the world more than I wish to see,I will give more than I can live and love more than my heart can own.


It takes more to be a human than to own two legs and two hands
I want no three grants,no treasure,no fairy dust,no magic wands
All I wish is one life to live,breath,make, smile, feel and see
There are many things INVISIBLE more than the world in me!


PS: Do visit: Gift Your Sight

Regards 
Raksha

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Letter to God

,
Dear Almighty,       
How is it up there?It is fine right.Well,it is not fine here...
This is my first letter to you.It is quite dark in here,but i like it.Somehow the light out there bemuses me.I hope to see the world in a few days time.But my Dad detests me.I can hear my mom crying,I can feel the pain everytime he hits her.The scars of my three sisters on the walls tell me not to let her down this time.Mom tells me always no matter what it takes,we are going to fight this together.
Dear God,give me the strength to fight with them,to face the 
depravity and to live amongst them and to reach the sky.I am gonna make Mom smile one day.I promise I will be a Good Daughter.
Let me born,this one time.


Thank you:)








PS:They say there are just 1411 of them left,we all are aware of what I am talking about.How many of us know how many female foetuses are let born in India?We all will stay,or we rather choose to stay unaware,until the number of girls will reach the magic figure of the tigers one day.And for those who celebrate a son's birth and moan over a daughters,the day is not far when all their boys wil die bachelors.
Before we all...
Think.Act.THE END.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

LIFE is A-way


He was at the park,he spent a few evening hours everyday there,it brought a little life to his routine.His heart was sinking in a strange serenity and bareness.He liked watching people there,people whom he knew not,people who knew him as the Man on the Bench.He watched them quietly.The sun was on its way home,but he did not want to leave .Memories torment his thoughts,his being,his breath.But he did not move....

Two kids were fighting over a bicycle,the little girl wanted to ride first.The boy being a BOY wouldn't budge.She cried.He handed her a toffee dug from his rugged pantpockets.She smiled.And so did the man on the bench.An elderly couple walked by,the old lady gripped her husband's arm as she carefully watched his steps and did not let him fall,they looked at each other.The old man stroke his fingers over her silver white hair,they walked towards home.As he watched them a tear drop rolled down his eye,stuck in transition,only if she was around......

It seemed like yesterday,he had moved to a new neighbourhood.A pretty girl in pink wearing butterfly clips with her doll clutched in her arms knocked his door.She had come to make a new friend.She smiled.He din't.He loved football but she couldn't play,although she liked it.But she had something else for him.

As the summer came to an end,the two kids rode their bicycles to school together,they raced down and up the hill.She always won.He liked it.He liked her.He hated homeworks,she did it for him.He liked it more.He liked her more.Sometimes it rained,sometimes it snowed and sometimes the weather was just perfect.Life was just perfect.

Years passed and she grew prettier,and he was now a handsome young man.They were always together.Friends,families,college,movies,plays,books,walks,fights everything was just one life.He loved her,she knew not;she loved him,he knew not and that both were in love,the world knew....

One day they were walking by the lakeside,everything seemed as usual;they walked together always but today he slowed down and stood behind looking at her.She turned,he opened his arms.Eyes met.She ran toward him.The trees bowed and kissed the water and rejoiced,the joy spread in the air.

She looked gorgeous in the pearl white gown,she was the fairy in his life.They exchanged vows as they said 'till death does us apart'.They were now man and wife.He was the happiest man that day.

Life was a smooth sail,every little moment fit the frame.A few months later,she was getting weaker,she couldnt smile like before,her eyes sunk behind those dark circles,simple works killed her.She knew she had very little time,she was worried of him and the worry killed her more.He knew of the crab in her blood,he was helpless.The medicines and radiations made her worse.But for him she was as beautiful as before.

The sun had set early that day,she was lyin under the quilt looking at the window,as the last rays of the sun fell on her.He entered the room,hugged her and started crying and said "My Life is Away...going away".She smiled and said,"Your life is not away,life is a way and I won't let you go alone".He smiled and took her in his arms and she slept forever.

He saw her now under the sky dancing to the tunes of the wind,catching butterflies.He saw the same smile on her what he had seen when she was at his door for the first time.She was indeed a pretty girl.God sends his angels and makes our life beautiful he thought,but he calls them back way too sooner.He looked at the sky,gazed at the unknown.

The little girl came running towards him,she gave him her toffee.He gave a smile,his best one.He left the bench and walked away...life's way...

Sunday, November 29, 2009

MISS SPRIGHTLY'S FRIENDS

Early morning the mist, snow white and the sun is just up from the bed of clouds,time again to begin a new day. Our dear Miss Sprightly hiding under the soft quilt rubs her eyes when the first rays of the sun fall on her through the small creek of the curtained windows.
Miss Byrdie is waiting for her on the mango tree in the lawn and is singing mesmerizing notes. Ah !well !well! She has news for her best friend, she has something to show her! Hearing her hubbub voice Sprightly finally wakes up, wearing a peach coloured frilled frock sequenced with purple satin laces and pretty shoes to match, a hat gifted by Grandma and a basket to collect wild flowers and berries she sets off towards the woo ds with the all excited Miss Byrdie. As she walks amidst the crisscrossing fields the dew drops on the soft green grass dance n fall down on the ground, the sun peaks behind the canopy to see the little girl in joy plainness.
Little Bambie, the deer is on the roadside munching grass as always, looks up to wish her while Mr. Jack, the monkey on the trees swinging circles with his tail asks her ”Hey!! Miss Spright where are the bananas you promised?” She says” sure thing tomorrow friend!” He throws some delicious and juicy cranberries into her basket.
From somewhere nearby she can hear Miss Camline, the tigress roaring, one of her naughty cubs fell into the ditch while chasing a butterfly! M iss Sprightly takes the cub out and gives him a nice bath with the sparkling water from the nearby stream after which Mr.Junior runs to his mother for his share of breast milk.”Thank You Miss Spright!”says the tigress.
Finally they cross the stream, walk through the green thicket and reach the grassland where the tall grass reeds are dancing to the tunes of the wind. In the midst of the land is a lone tree looking the greenest with bliss to last for a life time! Miss Sprightly the ace climber she is, gets on to the branch on which Miss Byrdie perches upon and as she separates the green drape of leaves she finds a nest, golden brown with three beautiful lily white eggs. Miss Byrdie whose heart is on cloud nine asks” Aren’t they wonderful Spright?” She says” Your kids are a beauty lady!!!”
The clouds refuse to disagree and drizzle and Miss Sprightly with a new found joy bids good bye to her friends and sets towards home, it is dusk time and everyone is tired. On the way back she meets Mr. Rudey ” Hello Miss Spright! What have you been up to for so long out here, and your wild friends? Doing fine? Seems like my gun frightens them! He he! Ha ha! Tough luck Miss Spright!”
Mr. Rudey is one of those old hunters you see!!Our Sprightly is scared of him and so is the rest of the wild!
Night dawns and she reaches home, back under her rug tired and happy.

And the next morning…
Miss Byrdie never sang…
The dewdrops never danced…
Mr.Jack never asked for a banana…
The grass was never green…
Little Bambi never munched them anymore…
The Clouds never drizzled…
The Eggs never hatched…
Miss Byrdie with squeaky cries is sitting at the window sill…M iss Sprightly wakes up seeing tears in her eyes…the sun is ferociously smiling beyond the bare trees...the land is brown and dry…hot winds blowing aimlessly..Mr. Jack was on the road weeping for Mr. Rudey had cut his tail…and he was carrying Miss Bambi dead and hanging upside down with legs tied to a stick…a ghastly sight…a few distance away dear Miss Camline lay slain..the three little cubs weeping…they had lost their MOTHER…her blood dribbling through skin…flowing like a small rivulet and joining the stream.…tears rolled from Sprightly’s eyes...as they reached the lone tree which had lost all her green,she saw the nest lay shattered on the ground..the eggs destroyed…small lives lost...Mr.Rudey had done it again.
The tree stood bare with shame…the sun burning in fury…the clouds evaporated…the last leaf fell…
Miss Byrdie sang the last song of her life…

Miss Sprightly never smiled…

-Raksha