FaiLeD AtTeMpT

In span of the finite and countable moments of life that have been alloted to me till now, I have spent quite a substantial fraction of it with myself, just me and myself alone.

Every moment of it, I had to analyse situations at hand, take decisions and bear the outcome of my own deeds. So, I got a faint idea of myself, got to know the me with a bit more accuracy( at least that was what I thought).

So, I sat in a lone corner, in the darkness of the room, myself being my only companion, to get to know myself a bit deeper. The word is INTROSPECTION. Quite a heavy word I would say.

I tried at the brim of me and carefully stepped into the untreaded territory of my own soul.

Some moments brought me to the light of the past, some flashes. I, with all care and concentration tried to tread on inside what I felt like a spider's web, trying not to break a thread, but all that happened was me stepping into the realm of confusion where overload of information and hazy picturews blurred the serene lake of thoughts, and bond of frustration had clasped my mind preventing gettign further trapped into the dense and perplexing mysterious spider's web, or rather my own web, and ultimately my mind was thrown off the track and back into the real world.

It seemed there was some barrier within me beyond which I could not peek, some things that my mind could not understand.

So, I still remain a mystery to myself with failed attempts at introspecting myself.

I got up, switched the light on, went up to the mirror and still saw a strange set of eyes staring at me.

TrAnSiTiOn

I love the deep darkness of the night,
And yet love the morning light,
But what I love the most of all,
The transition from dim to bright.

The dusky sky,
The sun goes shy,
The veil falls over,
In darkness, giving it cover.

Pitch dark of the space around,
The dark sky seems to meet the dark ground,
The serenity it commands,
Till the morning light lands.

After the deepest of the dark,
Comes the singing of lark,
Tardily the veil lifts,
The shy sun out of it shifts.

Bestows the golden rays so week,
The silver dewdrops they all seek,
They play for time so long,
Dew gets tried, retreat to where they belong.

The fresh morning air the rays feed,
The cold, out of air lead,
The sun sets up its workspace,
The air with extreme heat does it lace.

All this, till dark takes over,
Again to sky, does it provide cover,
This goes on and on,
Everyday comes the dusk and dawn.

SENSATIONS OF THE PAST..........

In a rare moment of luxury,

I sat recollecting the past moments so savory,

Through the pictures I browsed,

Which, so many beautiful moments had housed.

I still remember, new and fresh,

The air was so light, so pure,

So chilly, that any heat it would cure,

The soft light of sun, hit the flowers,

And scattered and spread in the golden hour.

The freshness of grasses green,

Dancing were the blades lean,

The slight slope of the curving ground,

Looked eyes in eyes with the clouds around.

The cool scent of the breeze inhaled,

That disheveled our hair as it sailed,

The shrieking laughter of my friends,

While the pristine beauty touched or sense.

Of all those moments, of that time,

My mind reminded me of those sublimed,

Extreme nostalgia filled my heart,

Memories are exquisite pieces of art.

ACQUIRED IMMUNITY.........

The small servant of my neighbors.....saw her many times a day...sometimes carrying the heavy bucket of washed clothes up to the terrace, sometimes giving the evening stroll to her master's kid, and sometimes carrying the heavy shopping bags. All this....at an age when she needed love, care and concern, not responsibilities and chores....... time when she should have been fed, not earn her own food and roof................

this poem is a dedication to her....and all the other children who strive to earn their own living at such a tender age.......

I have lived in darkness,

I don’t know light,

Done what they want me to do,

Have no idea what is right.

To do chores, have always been on run,

Am ignorant to the idea of fun,

Been always dressed in rags,

Don’t know how it feels, dress with tags.

Food to me means, chapatti dry,

Never even thought of trying a pie.

Money I get, seems like alms,

And can fit in the hollow of my palms.

I cradled the child in my arm,

Fed her with milk, her mom away when,

I barely myself am ten,

But water is all I have, my thirst to quench.

Have never imagined a life but this,

Getting four meals a day is my idea of bliss,

A roof over my head,

And to sleep, a small bed.

That’s where the zenith of my dreams reaches,

Destiny has sucked my life away like leaches,

But to complain and cry will be of no avail,

Attempts to change my destiny will always fail,

With destiny now I have done a deal,

Whatever it gives, it does not make me feel.

The most innocent phase of life-CHILDHOOD!!...the only carefree, fun filled and enjoyable time that life provides....... but the phase has been tainted and scarred for many.....putting their delicate body to work under grueling circumstances, lifting weights more than their own body weight........

Can their be any inhumanity greater?? Making sure that own family and child has all the luxuries of life and robbing other's child of their childhood??