The Smile

If we clinch away
in sharing our treasures:
Why show eagerness to
spread the misfortunes?
Close your eyes
Focus in your mind,
Ask just once
Does our pain
gets minimized by
this act of sharing
Doesn’t it just make us a
sorrow figure in others’ eyes
Don’t we see that flicker of
pity, several times when
we recite our woeful tale
Is this sharing or a
fall of our own self-respect?
If time is with you,
just sit back,
think of your feelings
as just reminisces
of those yester-years
Haven’t you overcome them
There had been times
when happiness had been
with you, however shortlived.
With all this still
If you can still fake on
A smile, well-lit
How could the situation worsen now?
Smile, fake or not
What difference can it make?
Just smile, because
the world can’t differentiate.

A thought...

If God gave us the circumstance
worser than the first:
He gave us the strength too,
To outbeat the rest!

Reverie...

I must have been waiting by his side for an hour or was it more than that? I don’t quite remember, looking at him I never realize when time flies off. He was sleeping so soundly, with the child-like innocence which is quite difficult to view on grown-ups. I just was thinking it would be so nice if he wouldn’t wake up and I could keep on looking at him this way. But then, I realized he had to wake up and I had to say something to him, something which he need to know, something which was very important for both of us, which was vital for our very relation. But, I did not want to disturb him. So, I sat waiting next to him, checking for any signs of his waking up, but he still continued his slumber, oblivious of my presence.

He suddenly stirred and I was so happy to see his smile once again. He was surprised to see me awake and waiting for him. He wanted to know the exact reason of my action.
I looked into his eyes, came close to him and said ,” Dear, I wanted to tell you …….. “

Well, I couldn’t complete my sentence myself because my driver woke me up and asked me to vacate the vehicle, hmmmmmm…. How boring life can get!

The Console

Oh my dear, world has been cruel to us,
It’s all my fault, my young one,
You behold the misfortune I behold for ages
It’s a fact, unreal and untrue,
What to do but this is the tale of fate
Long live the God, but why
Oh my lord, has this pain left to us
To bear what was untold to us,
If been foreseen before
Never would we accept to be born
As the slaves of the pale,
What right has anybody to
Pound us, as an animal,
How brutal to treat you dear one as
An untouchable dirty pig,
I apologize my little heart
I brought you into this misery,
I can’t send you back,
You are my hope, you are my life,
Please forgive your life –giver
I brought you in this world.

My dear Lady, as you weep to your heart’s content
Words may not console you
But this is a small advice from someone
Who has not seen the world as you
But can narrate experiences of a life-time new
You brought me to this world, I accept
But why do you forget the little fact that
I came alone, I have no siblings
And Thanks to our wonderful society
No friends too,
Not even my father, who
Deserted me early, and years later
When you will depart from this earthly possession
I will still be alone.

Ponder a bit, please......

The scene was something like this – a goat tied to a pillar, being petted by a small boy of say 5-6 years, interesting and familiar right. Added to the fact that it was in front of the butcher shop. Hmmmmmm…… exciting again is the fact that the boy was hugging and petting it so lovingly that I never thought that he would give it up so quickly when his father asked to take the animal off from him, and, when the goat was slaughtered in front of his very eyes, I did not even see a flick of pain in the boy’s eyes.
I looked at the boy closely, a small boy with such a hardened heart. Is this what we name the ‘Everchanging World’ that we can’t even see innocence in the minds of these little ones. Weren’t the children always called as the ‘only innocent’ things in this world, or have they too lost it in the course of surviving and evolving as per Charles Darwin’s famous quotation “Survival of the fittest”. Well, unable to contain myself, I asked the little one, “Didn’t you love it?” To which he answered, “This happens to me everyday. So there is no time to cry.”
Certainly, there is no time to cry. But do we have at least time to think!!

CAN YOU ESCAPE?

Knock, knock, knock!!
The sound was loud but uncertain
Hello! Is anyone there?
The voice seemed strong yet distant
Yet, it did not keep still.
The voice started rising,
Decibel by decibel:
Kept on pounding and shouting,
Till the landlord could,
No longer hide his shadow,
He felt his peeking neighbors
Their piercing eyes borne on him:
Their questions and excitement-
His shame and unworthiness.
No way, else to open the door.
Opened the door, and
Out came those drops,
Tumbling from her cheeks
To her lips and lost forever.

How could I forget her?

This week had been extremely busy. I was just waiting for Friday evening. Saturday and Sunday I wanted a complete 'Relaxed Weekend' without any disturbances. Mom had gone to her native so home was pretty much in my custody and as per my wishes. But, had to keep it a little clean, atleast for the sake of my Dad. Home and work, work and home, well all mundane things take up most of our time. I was just wondering what to cook for today, these veggies never look appealing either, had to start somewhere and as I was trying to figure out the vegetables I had stored up in the fridge, I saw a circle of white fur lying on the ground. Since it was motionless couldn't exactly make out what it was and as usual I was without my beloved spectacles. I went closer to it for a better picture. Oh my God! I screamed, How could I forget my dear pet? I had almost quite forgotten Rinky for the past few days, I ran to her and squeezed her until she actually choked and came out of her almost biggest slumber she ever had. I hugged her and she hugged me back or atleast I thought so!

Parents....

Life is boring when it gets into a routine and I am on one of those stages. Waking up, doing the same chores, getting dressed and then rushing to office - I guess this is my most average day always. Today, as I was looking out of my cab window, I searched for something unseen by me, and my eyes found two huge pillars constructed to support a huge building which is on its way of construction. Very very normal thing, right, and I was about to switch my mind to something else when suddenly I tried to analyse what I had just seen. Well, these pillars remind me the most beloved gift everybody has and even I do, my sweet PARENTS. They never realize how much difference they make in our lives right from birth even till the age when we can take care of ourselves. Well, it is something like this - All children see their parents as just two individuals who care and love us so much, but for them, we are a PART of them and they can't love us enough!!!
I love you Mom and Dad!!!