The Grey Shawl!


Beneath the grey shawl

I still shiver and tremble,

It shrouds my figure

Yet is devoid of the warm ensemble.

 

Sparingly I look up

Or try to search

The tattered shawl needs a mend

Few stitches shall repair the imperfect shred.

 

With a needle of courage

A thread of hope

I hide the patch and refurbish

It’s a new wrap in possession

The old torn is nowhere…

Water wont seep in

through the pores of this mantle ever…

A HOPE !


A hope sits on the window sill
every morning after the night darkening,
With a straw of happiness in her beak
to build a nest of compassionate dream…
 
Persistent in her efforts,
continuously she flies and gathers,
each single strand of luck,
with sincere diligent fervor.
 
Sometimes bruised ,hurt or scratched,
still then manages to fly
with her broken wings of thoughts
yet another golden morn!
 
A hope I find chirping everyday
singing a melody 
being happy and gay,
sitting on my window sill
every morning as I wake…
 
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She won’t R.I.P untill their conscience is ripped apart!


Damini.

She was 23. She dies with a pain in her soul. Fighting continously for her life since the last fortnight the gangrape victim who was brutally assaulted and thrown out of moving bus ,who suffered multiple organ failure other than the mental trauma and the physical ones, expired this morning.

She won’t rest in peace untill the conscience of each one of us is ripped apart. Crimes have happened ,sins too ,but never before was  such an outcry seen on the streets of Delhi,the heart of India. The vociferation was loud ,unanimous and active emerging straight from the veins of the body, the chords of the heart. For every heinous offense had been silently dead in the grave ,this one aggravated as the victim faced and fought bravely with her life and society to bring to the light the deathly sinful act.

Who is to be blamed is a debatable topic! the society, the people, the upbringing,mental conditions, abused past, psychological cases, insecurity, over indulgence…whatever, anything doesn’t  give the license to rape any girl ! No amount of excuse or situation justifies such an act!

Long before we realize that such circumstances and instances end up our system, our society and the trust for humans itself,its high time to voice the anger and the fury in every possible way to obtain and regain the free and secured life that we have the right for in our own country.

What shocks more is the politics of the Indian system that abstains every politician from expressing and thinking about such a grave situation and which in due course has killed their conscience. The persons we elect or elected,whoever represents the larger sections of our society in the centre or outside India are afraid, ashamed, hesitating or refraining from expressing their feelings? Or they have no anguish about what happened?

What a waste of our valuable votes and faith that we laid in their hands to run our government whether in power or in opposition? Do we need to guide them or tell the diplomats who handle the international affairs how and what to do to tackle such a situation?

Rather than taking diplomatic steps and stating hypocritical comments ,they need to show some sense of responsibility and leadership values due to which presumably we have accepted them as our leaders.

A kingdom is doomed to end ,when the king and his government are no longer able to safeguard his subjects from the atrocious crimes and when nothing is done to prevent or stop such attacks.

Before the girl ,whom we all proudly want to proclaim as  India’s daughter becomes Kannagi of Madurai! who had cursed the once beautiful city to turn down to ashes due to wrong judgement which had cost her beloved’s life, its time to give her soul justice and the respect that she deserved.

Wake up ! the dead souls of India! Wake up the leaders ,

Where do you strangle and hide ?

In such a grievous inscribe?

Show us your presence ,

Reassure we aren’t wrong,

Guide the nation on a path,

where we wont be ashamed of what and who we are?

http://www.indianexpress.com/news/delhi-gangrape-victim-dies-of-severe-organ-failure-in-singapore-hospital/1051734/

JUDGE YOUR FEATHERS!


Well oriented tailored beak of a tailor bird,

woodpecker or a  parakeet,

defines and establishes its uniqueness …

of the noble function for which it has been picked!

 

peacock

 

 

 

 

 

The delicate feathers of the gorgeous peacock,

the strong wings of an eagle,

innumerable  fluttering of the humming bird,

or the long flight of the pigeons…

 

Every distinctness is adhered,

exclusively for a species or genre,

to proclaim its presence on the earth,

By the very own unknown creator…

 

 

 

Who are we to judge or  equate,

compare the shortcomings or the extra spheres,

For what feather do we have …

is unknown to us and left  to seek to  appear!

judge

 

 

ONE POEM- TWO ENDS!


Once  on the foothills of Mt. Killaraus,

lived a lad named Adriel,

lively,simple were his ways,

enjoying the light on sunny days…

Happily he helped anyone,

whoever went by or was in  trouble,

Never did he thought about himself,

whether it was sunny or the snowy days!

Years passed on and he  lived alone,

no friend he had,neither any foe…

Once it snowed till the height,

where people could n’t walk ,

and there was no life…

everyone left the place hurriedly,

the young man too followed placidly….

homeless,penniless in a town,

he strolled and walked,

with a hope to earn few pounds! 

very soon lady luck  smiled,

he started working as a bartender at night!

Nighttime at the highway bar was creepy,

criminals,robbers,girls all went dizzy,

his eyes stuck one day on a lovely lass,

who silently followed a big man everyday at the bar…

One glimpse was only what he waited for,

every night his looks searched for her glance,

mutely and silently between the eyes,

the twosome conversed without having a sigh!

One day ,there wasn’t the pretty one anywhere,

he tried to look for her everywhere,

nowhere could she be found,

even though the fat man was always around!

Desperation killed his patience and hope,

he followed the person to get the dope,

all went dark, and he sneaked in..

through the doors where the slimy man had been!

Groping in the dark,in silent steps,

he climbed up the unseen stairs,

some noise he heard from a room beside,

he rushed to the door of that room lit faintly behind…       

                      

                     

                                              ********************************** 

         One  end( Pessimistic)     & Another end(Optimistic)                                                                                                                                  

Shocked and aghast,                                                                                                                                       

he carried himself  within,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

retracing his own steps,

he came back to the inn…                                                                                                                                   

Few shadows intermingled

A gorgeous gown flowed,

Consummating everyone,

With a laughter and roar,

  That he night he vowed he would never fall..

For unseen pleasures and unseen thoughts,                                                                                                                     

For he had been miserably ripped

with the trust he had on an  unidentified   fille!

Shockingly he found his girl bound in ropes,

with mouth gagged with cloth   and blood dripping on floor,

With a thrusting force he darted in,

hitting the oldie with a seamless bin…

As the man fell with a groan,

  the two young birds flew out of the door!

 Leaving the place and darkness behind…

with no trail of theirs in the given time…

Back into the lap of the warm mountains,

to live a life happily everafter!

Now the young man had a love,

 To be on his side and to be his on this. earth!

BEING HAPPY !


 

Being happy is not a crime,

for being content ,

stops your restlessness in mind,

implying you are satisfied

by your strives …

being happy doesn’t mean ,

you have no worries,

neither does it shorten the

worldly flurry,

It is just a state of mind,where

you respect your body and soul

for being harmonised,

Where you accept that

life is not a piece of artefact…

Decorating decking it with

desires and pleasures,

will add to more agony  for sure,

So being wise you opt for happiness,

contentment with self,

smile on your face,

welcoming new challenges

with  humor and silent invisible  pain…

NOBLE SOUL


O! Noble soul!…

The moment has come  ,

to depart from this world,

To go to a different plane,

 away from the worldly gain…

How is that  plane different from ours?

One more dimension added or another  lost?

senses five are resumed or ..

something more leaves you astound?

Is it a land of angels ?

or an astral place of heaven?

What do you see ,  O! noble soul!

Have you reached your destination!

Like other souls ,do you still wander along!

 what lies …

 for the souls who had done wrong!

O! noble soul!

all souls are indeed …noble!

But their deeds on this earth,

makes all the difference..

 

 

Astringed by the bonds of love,

attachment cannot abate,

how do you fortify yourself..

from the subsequent change…

Is all the severance  natural..

as you leave the worldly plane…

Or are you so mesmerised  …

to be in one with the highest ordeal!

AN INCIDENT


With a heart rendering recitation  of a  sonnet,

She walked away humbly with silence…

While the crowd kept applauding ,

She dissappeared in the audience….

No one had a trace where she came from,

Everyone wondered how she went on…

Putting the stage on fire..

and everyone’s eyes with tears…

She did accomplish the task so well,

As if she was there to do the act,

Godsend or coincidence …

As the orator who was to be present….

had fallen sick to walk…

As the show must go on..

It did..  with the entry of  this angel…

It feels as if  life doesn’t  stop …or change

for anyone…anywhere..