This is a poem one of my very dear friend wrote...i wanted you to read it too....i wanted to say LOVE YOU KANI !!
The empty cans lay beside,
Struggling to fight her tears she lied –
“ kid, wait for some more time,
And then together we all will dine”….
A man stood looking from the door,
Emotions breaking inside him like a furore…
Fighting all day to earn his bread,
All endeavors useless, all efforts dead….
His ears heard the cry of his child,
His heart tore apart in pain,
He wished he was deaf, wished he was blind,
Helpless, frustrated, he felt insane….
On street outside a beggar begs,
With distorted body and crippled legs…
Trying to walk on his knees in the sides,
A countless times he falls, he collides….
A countless times did he bump into people,
A countless times he led out moaning cries…
Listening to all abuses and curses of people…
A countless times he curses his own life….
A business tycoon passes by in his posh car..
Work, meetings, oppulence n luxury..is all his life about so far…
They say he has climbed up the ladder of success…
For him at the top, theres only desperation n loneliness…
The signal flashes red light,
A little girl appears around the road side…
Barefoot, on coarse road she shows her gymnastic art,
Destitution is what makes her do such craft…
Envious of the girl who gazed at her from her car..
She wished to study, and be at par…
Her childhood fragmented, innocence dead..
She works all day to earn herself some bread…
An old man stands in the sweltering heat,
Striving hard to barely walk on his feet,
The wrinkled face, shivering body, painful eyes deprived of hope,
On the brink of deathbed, he stands abandoned by his kids at home…
Enduring disparaging comments and condescending looks…
A prostitute struggles to find her way among these crooks…
She is only human, the world forgets…
Its this very world that has made her life full of regrets…
They detest her as a social disgrace…
Condemn her, ridicule her, throw insults on her face…
The woman in her desires love and affection…
..a small happy family and a life of veneration…
Life has become so barren and abject…
Everyone’s so desolate, so wretched..
The woman who wants to feed her child..
A job that the man is unable to find…
The beggar struggling hard to exsist..
The old man looking for some support to subsist…
The tycoon with everything ..yet he’s empty..
The small girl longing for her childhood to return..
The prostitute wanting to restore back her life..
Everyone is so lost, running in frenzy…
Grappling to escape and find ways…
What has the world come to today…
Wondering…..whose fault is it ,anyways????
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
I have no words....
Nanti….after nearly 3 months of fighting to find logic I have cme only as near as this….so here it goes…
A day in April…..
METRO STATION, BARAKHMABA
Riding in the metro I see a stranger (what drew me to her was the face that she dint seem as if she belonged here!).Her eyes reflected a shimmer unplaced. A smile of sheer innocence and a face unarmed with naked emotions. Movements animated she seemed unaware of the place she stood as a person living a dream…..
The girl I am talking about is a friend I have known for 3 years……..yes I am talking about you nanti
AN year before…
PVR PLAZA, DELHI
I see a child in dangling earings living the moments that were few trying to hold on to every second coz the time was running. We had been there to give her a surprise and I can’t ever forget those eyes such liquid blue (blue coz it’s the fav color, :P).Laughing , teasing alive like a like a …. Oh yes like a baby yes like a child unrestrained, unrestricted unabashed yet shy…..
Yes its you srishti………..
11 Mar’06
IGI airport Delhi…
I see a woman come from the airport to this car with an unfamiliar glint. There was a sense of purpose in her stride. An awakening, a purity I couldn’t quite place. Probably it was the gleam in those eyes or the powerful subtlety, the sheer aura around her that gave her away. But I knew something had changed. I had known this women for all my life…
She had never looked so belonged so in peace with her self.....so strong yet so vulnerable....
Yes I am talking abut my dearest sister (love you didu !!)
The people I am talking about are as different as chalk n cheese and yet they were so very same at such different times……
They had all found what we not so lucky are still searching for they had found love…….
(To be continued…..)
A day in April…..
METRO STATION, BARAKHMABA
Riding in the metro I see a stranger (what drew me to her was the face that she dint seem as if she belonged here!).Her eyes reflected a shimmer unplaced. A smile of sheer innocence and a face unarmed with naked emotions. Movements animated she seemed unaware of the place she stood as a person living a dream…..
The girl I am talking about is a friend I have known for 3 years……..yes I am talking about you nanti
AN year before…
PVR PLAZA, DELHI
I see a child in dangling earings living the moments that were few trying to hold on to every second coz the time was running. We had been there to give her a surprise and I can’t ever forget those eyes such liquid blue (blue coz it’s the fav color, :P).Laughing , teasing alive like a like a …. Oh yes like a baby yes like a child unrestrained, unrestricted unabashed yet shy…..
Yes its you srishti………..
11 Mar’06
IGI airport Delhi…
I see a woman come from the airport to this car with an unfamiliar glint. There was a sense of purpose in her stride. An awakening, a purity I couldn’t quite place. Probably it was the gleam in those eyes or the powerful subtlety, the sheer aura around her that gave her away. But I knew something had changed. I had known this women for all my life…
She had never looked so belonged so in peace with her self.....so strong yet so vulnerable....
Yes I am talking abut my dearest sister (love you didu !!)
The people I am talking about are as different as chalk n cheese and yet they were so very same at such different times……
They had all found what we not so lucky are still searching for they had found love…….
(To be continued…..)
Saturday, July 14, 2007
I Love You....
Ever won by losing? I did today? How? Read On....
Tracing the curves of my face, they ran low growing with every passing moment. I could feel them crawling at my skin, yet my stubborn streak holding on to them daring me not to fail. And when they flew....they were dry.
I refused to let them fall for a reason 1 yr old.....long time enough time to move on.....
I wanted a release but words chocked (nothing new! whenever I have something to say they refuse to help me!) locked in a bolt that would never give away.....
And then I went or rather I CAME to 'you'. I sat there besides you, looking at you and my will power failed....they weren’t dry anymore they flew on their own accord. Sitting there I spoke to you w/o words, U know that’s what I love about you (you don’t require words!)
Past 3 years our relationship has been "on the rocks" exact date being 1 August 2004...Yes that was the day, a lot of things broke that day leaving the cracks I feel even today. I never questioned what you gave. I never have and I never will yet I couldn’t school my un-acceptance...
With time the distance came it grew and you know last year was the final straw. I felt the crunch. I smelt the crash, I could almost see the broken pieces. But I still acquainted you (Why? probably thanks to the habitual instincts you know Old habits die hard!) and I refused to break the final cord (I have never learnt what people call MOVE ON....)
Yet today when I came, you were there. I never spoke but then you knew dint you? I let those 3 years 'move on'. I let the ice break only to realize there was no sheathe. I never had lost what was there between you and me. In the years it had remained dormant it only out-grew, matured and was turned raw ( a form I had never really felt). In fighting you I had rather come closer to you... I had only come closer.
In that one moment I accepted everything even the last year rather especially the last year(the hurt, the betrayal, the unnecessary itch...and yes if the people who were responsible for 'it' our reading the post, no I wont forgive I never have and I never will ‘forgive’..)I realized it wasn't my ' favorite time' yet it wasn’t a loss...nothing is for that matter. It has made me what I am today? And isn’t it the reason I can feel the Proximity with 'you' something I have been yearning for over 3 yrs....
Yes when I left 'your' temple today I was changed forever...
PS :- Hmm it seems too potent a topic for a 21 year old...and yet it flows in all of us. NO I have never believed in religion never in an idol but yet I am not faithless…..None of us is…. we all have it ...in different ratios and proportions and for some reasons its just that we find it too 'embarrassing' talking about it.
Tracing the curves of my face, they ran low growing with every passing moment. I could feel them crawling at my skin, yet my stubborn streak holding on to them daring me not to fail. And when they flew....they were dry.
I refused to let them fall for a reason 1 yr old.....long time enough time to move on.....
I wanted a release but words chocked (nothing new! whenever I have something to say they refuse to help me!) locked in a bolt that would never give away.....
And then I went or rather I CAME to 'you'. I sat there besides you, looking at you and my will power failed....they weren’t dry anymore they flew on their own accord. Sitting there I spoke to you w/o words, U know that’s what I love about you (you don’t require words!)
Past 3 years our relationship has been "on the rocks" exact date being 1 August 2004...Yes that was the day, a lot of things broke that day leaving the cracks I feel even today. I never questioned what you gave. I never have and I never will yet I couldn’t school my un-acceptance...
With time the distance came it grew and you know last year was the final straw. I felt the crunch. I smelt the crash, I could almost see the broken pieces. But I still acquainted you (Why? probably thanks to the habitual instincts you know Old habits die hard!) and I refused to break the final cord (I have never learnt what people call MOVE ON....)
Yet today when I came, you were there. I never spoke but then you knew dint you? I let those 3 years 'move on'. I let the ice break only to realize there was no sheathe. I never had lost what was there between you and me. In the years it had remained dormant it only out-grew, matured and was turned raw ( a form I had never really felt). In fighting you I had rather come closer to you... I had only come closer.
In that one moment I accepted everything even the last year rather especially the last year(the hurt, the betrayal, the unnecessary itch...and yes if the people who were responsible for 'it' our reading the post, no I wont forgive I never have and I never will ‘forgive’..)I realized it wasn't my ' favorite time' yet it wasn’t a loss...nothing is for that matter. It has made me what I am today? And isn’t it the reason I can feel the Proximity with 'you' something I have been yearning for over 3 yrs....
Yes when I left 'your' temple today I was changed forever...
PS :- Hmm it seems too potent a topic for a 21 year old...and yet it flows in all of us. NO I have never believed in religion never in an idol but yet I am not faithless…..None of us is…. we all have it ...in different ratios and proportions and for some reasons its just that we find it too 'embarrassing' talking about it.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Gamut Of Questions....
Sometime questions are our best answers and our best teachers........
A strange thing happened a few days back. Two of my very close friends (closeness not in quality but in quantity yes I meant quantity only, it is not spells mismatch!)
had a very different opinion about who I am!! and a conscious consideration to all the people who know me or have known me or who have acquainted me at different periods in my life made me team up some really funny facts about me!
I am miss prim-n-proper n I am a chill-pill!! I am a typical girl and I am a tom boy! I am a rational n m a dreamer! I am a cold brute and I am an emotional fool! I am dignified n I am rude! I am caring and I am high headed! I am responsible n I am careless! m shy n I am bold !! I am responsible and I am carefree! I am a geek n I am an all-rounder!! and a whole lot took a play it safe path... the path of the word COMPLEX!! And stranger still some who could feel the underlying discontinuities themselves called me moody!! Hehehehe...makes me wonder...is it me or is it me?
So I am a maze...a mass of contradictions....or m I? Look closer man!
We all communicate! We all reflect our true self but how when n with who all differ considerably not always dependent on the person but also on who we are communicating with! Not all of us our alike! Not all of us find it necessary to speak more importantly not all of us can use words!!
We have become insensitive to the feel of the movement of eyes and the voice of silence bold, unmonitored and unabashed!! We can’t decipher the layers that build a persona the intricacies, the twists and the churns!! We are unschooled to the power of the sheer presence, the intonation of the voice unmodulated and uncontrolled !! We have no time to study a person yet we are keen to form opinions! We all r muddled in the world of our own (PG preparation, placement consideration! , family relations !! ) with no time for others but still enough to judge someone else’s trivialities !
Why can we all look at the blatantly visible yet aren't adept enough to look at the frail yet the ultimate sensible? Why is it that we can’t discriminate between the fake and real? Why is it that when we don’t have enough time to indulge ourselves in others (really in others) we think we have the right to frame them into the boundaries which are tentative!!
Think the next time you bolt someone into harsh, unreal locks and if you DONOT have the time to think DONOT JUDGE
Coz if u feel ...
Something is always better than nothing! Don’t forget
half knowledge is a dangerous thing!!
Note:- I am not disconcerted by what people think of me but it gets a triffle irritating and frustrating to realize we have lazily chosen to be blind with are eyes open!!
A strange thing happened a few days back. Two of my very close friends (closeness not in quality but in quantity yes I meant quantity only, it is not spells mismatch!)
had a very different opinion about who I am!! and a conscious consideration to all the people who know me or have known me or who have acquainted me at different periods in my life made me team up some really funny facts about me!
I am miss prim-n-proper n I am a chill-pill!! I am a typical girl and I am a tom boy! I am a rational n m a dreamer! I am a cold brute and I am an emotional fool! I am dignified n I am rude! I am caring and I am high headed! I am responsible n I am careless! m shy n I am bold !! I am responsible and I am carefree! I am a geek n I am an all-rounder!! and a whole lot took a play it safe path... the path of the word COMPLEX!! And stranger still some who could feel the underlying discontinuities themselves called me moody!! Hehehehe...makes me wonder...is it me or is it me?
So I am a maze...a mass of contradictions....or m I? Look closer man!
We all communicate! We all reflect our true self but how when n with who all differ considerably not always dependent on the person but also on who we are communicating with! Not all of us our alike! Not all of us find it necessary to speak more importantly not all of us can use words!!
We have become insensitive to the feel of the movement of eyes and the voice of silence bold, unmonitored and unabashed!! We can’t decipher the layers that build a persona the intricacies, the twists and the churns!! We are unschooled to the power of the sheer presence, the intonation of the voice unmodulated and uncontrolled !! We have no time to study a person yet we are keen to form opinions! We all r muddled in the world of our own (PG preparation, placement consideration! , family relations !! ) with no time for others but still enough to judge someone else’s trivialities !
Why can we all look at the blatantly visible yet aren't adept enough to look at the frail yet the ultimate sensible? Why is it that we can’t discriminate between the fake and real? Why is it that when we don’t have enough time to indulge ourselves in others (really in others) we think we have the right to frame them into the boundaries which are tentative!!
Think the next time you bolt someone into harsh, unreal locks and if you DONOT have the time to think DONOT JUDGE
Coz if u feel ...
Something is always better than nothing! Don’t forget
half knowledge is a dangerous thing!!
Note:- I am not disconcerted by what people think of me but it gets a triffle irritating and frustrating to realize we have lazily chosen to be blind with are eyes open!!
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