Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Eternity

The wind howls.
The skies bellow.
Deep inside, she trembles.
Drowning in the downpour,
She is squished like a bug.

Years later she yawns
And stretches, as she wakes up.
Her soul rattles in the aftermath
Of a storm so long ago,
It seems but just a dream.

Gliding down from open skies,
She lets the wind guide her.
Gently landing on a blade of grass,
She melts into the earth;
Lying down to rest... now and forever.


Monday, March 02, 2015

The Vagabond

An empty bottle by my side;
“The rum gone?!” I wondered,
“It was half full when I lay it there last night.”
And then I saw her dead, by the roadside.

She lapped it all up through the cold night… that mutt!





Friday, February 13, 2015

So, here’s the world, remade!

If I had to remake the world, I would keep it just the way it is with just two changes. There is a lot wrong with the world today but these two things are all I would change and then hope that all other things wrong will sort itself out.

The problem with the world as it is today began with the evolution of human beings. Food and shelter being primary needs, humans began ravaging the earth to ensure that they survived. In order to have control over resources where food and shelter was abundant. There began a struggle to have and control more than others. As the world transformed, those with more energy and power had better access to food, shelter and more than is needed to survive.

The other problem with the human race today that I would like to change stems strongly from inequality. The foremost and oldest being gender inequality. Controlling women meant increasing one’s tribe and thereby having more people to work and create more wealth and thereby more power.

The first change in a world remade…
Imagine a world where trees thrive.
Trees with leaves that were solar panels;
An end to fighting over food and energy.
Imagine a world where trees thrive.

The second change in a world remade…
Imagine a world where each human would thrive.
Both men and women would bear children;
An end to power control and rapes.
Imagine a world where every human would thrive.

Oh yes, there is the problem with population so…
A human could bear a child only once in their lifetime.
Sorry, but that’s the way it would be in a world remade
Remade by me… Remade by me…

“So, here’s the world, remade!” I would beam.


I am participating in the #TheWorldRemade activityat BlogAdda in association with India Today #Conclave15. This is my take on what I would change if the world was remade.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Birth of a Story.

She sat brooding; alone in a corner.
As the sunlight poured in breaking through a misty morning,
She stretched a hand reaching out for particles of dust,
As they danced to their own rhythm; random to the world.

The warmth from the sun filled her soul,
Bringing with it a message from the universe.
"Go forth..." it said, "you are to spread this word."
"And spread it today. For tomorrow, will bring a new message."

Hurriedly she stood up and ran to her desk;
Like a God she watched down at the desk,
Strewn with books and papers and pens and mugs,
A box of bills sat in the middle, staring back at her.
With anger and frustration, she pushed everything down,
With a smooth sweep of her hand, on to the floor.

A book and pen she picked from the mess,
And sat herself down on the chair.
Ne'er once did she move from the chair;
Ne'er once did she come up for air nor water.
She wrote and wrote until her tired eyes pleaded for light,
As twilight turned to dusk and burdened them.

And so a story was born.
And so a write was born.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

There Are No Monsters Under The Bed My Darling

And so she went, this morning, like every morning.
Her hair tied up in two neat little ponytails,
A smile on her lips and a large, heavy school bag.
I smiled and waved out to her as she got in the bus.

My day was as ordinary as any other.
I had tea with friends and a book I read.
Not one to turn on the idiot box in the mornings,
I did so today, don't ask me why...

My heart sank as I saw a familiar building,
A building I saw at least four times a year
At least two PTA Meetings..
One Sports Day and an Annual Day

And that was yesterday.
Today, my life is empty.
My soul is dead.
I feel nothing.
I do nothing.
I think nothing.

She doesn't smile at me any more
And I feel nothing.
I am as dead as she.
I am as dead as you.


NOTE: This is my very small dedication to over a 100 little souls that were lost yesterday at the Army Public School in Peshawar, Pakistan killed by Taliban monsters in the name of religion. I cry as I write this yet I cannot refrain from writing it. There is nothing that can set this right. The world is not in order. Not one bit.



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