TO LEAVE THE HOME...

The pain of thoughtlessness. The agony of losing everything. The plunging of the dagger of loss; the pain ceases to cause tears. Looking back at all that had passed- it solves no purpose. Its again those voices in despair- crying out for help. Neighbors fighting with neighbors. No one knows when it all began. It had been there- it had not been. It had become a habit, as normal as the sleep or yawn. 

There are no destinations. The smoke and the fire bids adieu. To which land should we go? Where is the land that can welcome the ones who had left their homes behind? Would the new land welcome us? One does not know. Just as one does not know why one had to leave one's home behind.

The land is alien. Who are these people trying to help- one wonders! There are so many, yet so few people here. Friends and brothers- dead. Children- dead. No one knows why. They say, there are people who have come to see the camps. Who are these people? There are promises all around. There are some people with cameras. They run from one corner to the other with those cameras. One can never understand what they talk about. Who are they talking to? Who watches from behind those cameras? Can they see us all? Can they hear us?

Can these people with camera see the children playing around? These people and those who promise us about 'hope' and 'future'- can they explain these children, why they had to leave their homes? Who are those behind the camera? Are there some people watching? Like the God Almighty watches us all from above- they, the one's behind camera- can they see what we cannot see? Can they hear us? Can they answer us?

Wake up to Assam, India! 

Over 4 lakh people are displaced from their homes. And the numbers who are dead are still coming in. Some say it were the Bodos who ignited the lantern first. Some blame the "immigrants". Wake up India! For once you do, there would not be any Bodos or Muslims. There would be just- Humans.

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LIVING A DREAM

The distant land of riches

The prince, the horse and the breeze

White swan, peacock feathers

Soft pink silk, that grazes over skin.

Roses, sandal, saffron, jasmine

Emerald, pearls, diamonds, rubies

The harp that plays a tune

The tune, from a forgotten dream.

Looking out the window

Those smiling and giggling maids

The girls who never grew old-

Teasing about some Prince Charming.

Palaces, kings and scheming ministers,

Royal messengers and secret messages

The war, the spies;

Brave queens of the fallen king.

The tunnel that lead to the temple

Magician and his flying carpet

Caves haunted by demons and ghosts

A Lotus, that ate human children.

A drop of liquid to bring back the dead

Prince who turns into a parrot at dusk

Princesses singing, and sighing in moonlight;

Monkeys and tigers- nurturing the princess.

Forests protecting the royal bloodline

Loyal servants of the rightful masters

That moment- when the truth is revealed;

Revenge, courage and victory over the lost lands.

Granny's stories- and living a dream,

The few minutes of getting lost-

In that incredible land of stories;

Oh! What a bliss- was that childhood!

THE HINDU- JULY 2ND., 2012- MY LETTER

My Letter gets published in "The Hindu"- Letters to the Editor column, once again. Yippiee...!!! :D

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THE NEW EARTH

Out peeked a fresh, new Earth. Just born out of the Night's womb. The Earth, blessed now, by the trees and the sky. The holy waters adorning the new born Earth. The Earth today, is going to see things that no Earth before has ever seen! The mother Night, leaves off in search of food for it's new born Earth while the father- Day, greets his offspring, his pride showering his daughter with a mighty golden ray of light! His daughter would change the dark past. The Darkness that had consumed her sisters. But she would change it all. She would see a new day. He would make sure of that! He would not let the Darkness consume her. He would not let him take his daughter away!

The new Earth awoke. She opened her beautiful eyes. She saw her father, her divine face glowing with the light from his pride. Her tender surface is strengthened by his dreams. She smiles at him and gets ready for her journey towards a new world. She brings together the strength of her hope and the dreams of her father- the new Day! She steps into the new day- with new tales to tell.

Nature welcomes the new Earth. New birds and new trees, new brooks and new streams. And nature sings to the new Earth, new songs of hope. The Day watched with joy, his daughter blooming into a woman- he glows his might- and keeps her from harm. The sun shining right on her, the Day preserves his prize. For the new Earth was now a woman, her beauty now seamless- and glowing hot with her father's care. In his cocoon, was her safety. For her beauty, he felt, would lure the Darkness. The Day did not want the Dark to see her. He burned and burned, all day long- keeping away the Dark, the Dark who had taken away his daughters before. What would he say to the Night, his wife? He would not let the Dark near his daughter. He would burn him away- thought Day, the father, in rage.

The Day burned and burned. But there was no sign of the Dark. The father felt his joy- that knew no limits! For he would now have his daughter, with him, forever! His rage now ebbing away, he waited for his wife, the Night. But out of nowhere- came the Dark! Strong and powerful he struck the Day hard. Day, the father- thus taken by the Dark- his blood painted the skies red. In his blood, blushed the new Earth. The Dark was a man, so cold. He spread his cool arms- on the new Earth. The Earth, melted away at his touch. And in a moment, she was his. The Dark consumed her, and hid her away.

Mother Night, returned with the stars. The stars would be her daughter's food. She searched and searched but her daughter was nowhere to be found! She cursed herself for going away. She turned now to the Moon. She pleaded him to help. The Night promised that she would be his, if he helped her find her daughter, the Earth. The Moon agreed, and he shone his brightness upon everything his hands touched. He searched through the night's sorrow, still the Earth was nowhere. And suddenly the moon's hands, touched upon the Darkness, himself!

The helpless night- wailed away her sorrow. Her tears washing away the Earth beneath the darkness!

The Dawn arrived and the new Day pecked on his wife's cheeks. There would be a new Earth, again- he promised her and embraced. And through the Night's tears and the Dawn's hope- Out peeked a fresh, new Earth...

WHAT DID I DO? - "Reposted- Remembering Gujrat-2002"

(This is a Re-post of an earlier post. Posted originally on Sep 21st 2009.)

Dark. The night was as dark as the heart of a murderer. But I felt safe. Mother was beside. Her warmth protected me against just anything. All my anxieties wither away- just one touch of hers, does wonders to me. The quiet night, was only destined to be quiet for a while. But we were not supposed to know yet. I felt the eternal quiet- a night, so calm and peaceful- an assurance brought about due to the sense of another being present beside- one whom you could touch and trust.

I lay lost in thoughts. I couldn’t sleep. I was just too happy. Everybody had been so happy that day. The day I was born. Father said that he had not ever been happier- than the day I was born. I knew he had spoken the truth. His eyes had never lied to me. My mother had probably guessed that I was not sleeping. She had started to pat me… gently. How come mothers know that? I could never understand that.

It had been an unusually quiet night. So quiet, that I could almost hear my own thoughts. I turned in my bed. I could see father. I think that I had got the best father in the whole world. Mother had been complaining since a few days back about “difficult days ahead”. I never understood what she meant by that. But father! He had never complained- about anything. He had always made sure that we were happy. He said- “It’s a man’s shame that his women complain. I would never let my little princess cry”. And he was a man of his words.

There were noises. Distant noises- coming closer- slowly- then rapidly. And all of a sudden- it ceased to be a quiet night. There were cries everywhere. People ailing. Crying out in pain- agony. People angry. People, in rage. In panic, in despair. It was a moment in my life when I felt all the human emotions- simultaneously. What was the cause of this commotion? I wondered.

Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted up by such a force- that I was being pulled back onto the firm ground from the land in my dream. It was mother. I could see her crying. Why was she crying? Father was beside her. The look on his face… What was it? Could that be fear? No. But it was fear. A strange helplessness- despair, had crept into him. I had never seen him like that. He looked at me. I tried to smile. But I couldn’t. I felt that my doubtful, uncertain glance at him had only weakened him. We were running. Like fugitives. Like animals being hunted. But why?

I saw people on the road. Some were holding up torches. The flames from the torches were not as bright as their eyes that shone with mad pleasure. Some of them had swords. Some- knives, spears. They were beating and killing everyone. I could recognize some of the people who were running along with us. Those were the people, who were being killed- tortured. We ran faster and faster. The noise around was unbearable. May be, we were dead. And we were in hell… What else could it be?

Suddenly, I had fallen off my mother’s clutches. And before I could realize what was happening, my mother had ceased to run. In fact, she had ceased to move, talk or cry. She was not… was she? Where is father? I looked around. Some of the men with swords were holding him. I started running towards him. He looked at me, and when he fell down, he was still looking at me. The men with swords were coming closer, towards me. I was not running. I was not crying. They were standing, now, facing me. Judging me. The noise was dying down. I could now see, only their eyes staring into mine. I heard myself say, “What did I do”? And all I could hear was, the echo of silence…

LONE LITTLE BIRD

The dusk was a rage of red

And melted away, was gold

The breeze was a welcome bliss

But in came a cruel cold.

The sun was away for a while

Stars, waiting for the moon

The sky was an empty heart

Oh Night! Be here soon.

Through the gray, gold and red

Fluttered a little lone bird

"Where were his friends"? I wondered

And it seemed, for a moment- he heard.

"What had kept you back?

Why did you wait so long?

Is it for a grain of rice?

Or some poet's sad- bird song?

You flutter as you fight with the breeze

Your wings growing tired as I see

What had kept you back- waiting?

While you watched your friends fly, free?

Fly home safe, little bird

Worry not, for the grain of rice

Your little ones wait for you, back home

Keep them safe from a world of lies.

Return to them, help them live

Return to them, to life

For rice is rice, and song- a song

But life- not something rife"!

He fluttered along- soon, was gone

The sky now dark- an empty space,

I closed my eyes, to feel through the sky

And I found his little wings' pace.

He was home, he was safe

That was all, I needed to know

The night was here- and so was the cold

"Au Revoir, little bird- for now, I must go"...

TOMORROW...

What is that-
that which is tomorrow?

A hope for a new day?
Or a new day of hope?
A change in the making?
Or making new change?

That which is tomorrow-
Is it a blossoming dream?
Or a dream still a dream-
within a mind fast asleep?

Is it a life in progress?
Or a search for a life?
A beginning? An end?
Or a means to them both?

That which is tomorrow-
Is still but- tomorrow;
An uncertain truth
Or a certain untruth

A mirage, nevertheless-
A wonderful sight
It is, but not-
That which is tomorrow...