Friday, July 25, 2008
Remembering my bicycle days…
My only treasure was my bicycle,
With it I rode all the roads.
Rains have crushed my insides.
Still I remember that drop which touched my nose.
Even thunders were disparaged.
Cold did not throb.
After days I can remember only,
How my heart was washed with rain.
Sun has scorched my head.
Reprimands where not responded.
I know the long lane waited for me to ride
Along my way I saw not only springs but autumn too.
When I thought of the springs waiting,
Withering leaves too gave reasons to smile.
Later I realized that my destiny was not what it should be.
But who cares?
I want the ride and won’t mind my road.
Was alone with my rides, rain and burning sun.
My ride is over now.
My bicycle is on the lonely corner.
It’s rusted with paint worn to shred,
Waiting for someone to care…
Now in my solitude when I think
It’s not my lessons that made my life worthy,
But only my voyages have made my days tasty.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
This was the most painful matter i have ever read...During a chaos in a paricular Indian state the rebellions attacked a pregnant lady and tore her womb and took out the foetus and threw it into fire and shouted around it...
Is anything more needed to show our cruelty and irresponsibility?
Saturday, March 22, 2008
The womb was dark.
There was no one to speak.
Not a scene to behold,
No frenzied tales to be told.
She was all alone...
Her tears added to the liquid around.
She is no more a foetus,
She has a heart and some blood,
To sense and shed.
She had dreams to see this world,
To kiss her mom...
To cling to her dad...
To play with her siblings...
She could hear her mom biding adieu,
Alas,no one could listen to her weeps...
She has to move to a newer world..
Not even a soul to caress there,
Only devils dreaming to harass her.
The doctor did the final ceremony
They bade her goodbye,crying
"May her soul rest in peace..."
Friday, March 21, 2008
We were born with hands free to hold anyone...
We did not mind who was next to us in classes,shared lunches,had quarrels,performed tantrums!
We grew up...Parents pressurized us to outwit our peers who then turned our counterparts...
We aspired to win this world...get accolades, wanted recognition..
We squeezed ourselves in meaningless competitions.
We now have jobs,money and caring spouse...
We rush this life chasing our beloved materialistic dreams and obviously win them...
We will ultimately end our race one day with castles on cash...
Have we ever thought of those refugees leaving the lands they were born,were they played and were they made love...
Have ever prayed for those who were differently abled,physically or mentally challenged?
We waste our money and time in building landmarks with marbles paved and woodwork decorated instead of building lively bonds with people who need us to share and care...
We professionals too selfish to turn around and appreciate the falling snow preferring the falling dollar value...
When are we going turn human?
When are we going to feel the hunger of hundred thousands which is the only true pain?
When will we understand and sympathize the child which works for you sparing studies?
Life is all about living and not existing...
This is an alarm to the extinction of empathy...