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Friday 21 October 2011

Dilemma



On the lane of thoughts
Lines of words passing through
Overcrowding and jumbling
Building chaos and anxiety
on the lane of thoughts.

Anxious and confused
Tears roll on the sheet
Not sure of my words and rhyme
yet my heart instigating me to write.

As tears roll down
on whiteness of the sheet
I find my words rhyming up
and my poems
well, piling up.

pages from my diary



“I cannot give them sight but I can be the light of their life
I cannot make them see the beauty of their face but I can make them feel their inner beauty, 
it makes no difference who invented bulbs to them but I can make them discover the light within them, 
they have never seen how a weaver birds build their nest but I can make them weave their dreams to achieve them, 
they have never seen the birds fly but I am sure I can be the wings to help them fly towards their goals”.
This is not the poem of any famous poet but a fact that has changed the perception of my life. This I realize from the day when I stepped into their world. A day I cannot forget- on recommendation of my friend I entered into the office of a blind school. A young beautiful, fair girl with very attractive eyes about twenty years of age sitting in front of the computer and typing. I asked her for the principal of the school and gave her my introduction and my intention of working with them as a reader and an English teacher with course on personality development. She told me to take a seat and said he will be coming very soon i sat there and started observing the crowd standing outside the office waiting for the principal out of them few were blind just then my attention was drawn   by the sound of a computer pronouncing every letter typed by the girl and the girl had put her head very close to the computer and typing. Later on a girl was searching for a paper
Which was fallen on the ground she asked me whether I can help her to find? I looked at her in dismay because the paper was very close to her leg suddenly she blurted out, “Oh, I forgot to tell you that I am blind.” Heaven fell upon me, how can this be possible, a girl with such attractive eyes cannot see? In disbelief I candidly told her about my thoughts she agreed and told, “you are not the first one to be deceived by my eyes or beauty.” Astounded I was speechlessly looking at her, thousand thoughts running and rushing on the surface of my brain, not understanding whether to thank god for my sight or curse him for the poor girl, close to me, gifted with beautiful eyes with no light in it. All darkness, no sight to admire her own beauty or god’s other gift as nature. After a while I met the principal who himself was blind but very intelligent handling the whole school’s administration. After exchanging few words I was soon appointed as an honorary reader and teacher in that school. I whole heartedly started working for the blind students  gradually I realized that it is me who is a learner, they are my teachers to teach me - the way to handle the most bitter truth of life though the truth is very bitter still the life is very beautiful and lived with laughter and smiles. They are my teacher to teach me to count on my blessings and not cry for the things I am deprived off. On the contrary I am the one who has taken personality development classes from them. I am indeed very fortunate to get the opportunity to serve them & fill theirs and mine life with joy. This aspect has changed the perspective to look at my life differently. I have pledge to do as much as possible for the less fortunate ones and contribute to make the world a beautiful place to live in.


Wednesday 19 October 2011

DEFINITON OF LOVE



          In school we were taught love to be a verb as for instance “I love” but it does make one ponder that this statement is incomplete without an object, this love has to be transited somewhere, it requires an object so to fulfill this we do focus our love on an object and ultimately we do fix an  object  that is called relationship like friendship, parenthood, husband- wife etc. this love is stopped on it, nothing remains in one’s life his whole being is focused on fulfillment of  desires of the person whom one loves. We have created a wall in the name of relationship, our love’s flow is bound up to a certain limit. We have set up our limit but love being a verb will flow randomly in its boundary this love being flowing in a limited space causes friction after sometime. It has to be freed otherwise we are struggling to be free from its clutches due to suffocation, this love if not ventilated will pollute and strain the relation. It will try to find a leakage or an outlet for its flow, to move freely just as water and air it needs an outlet when the air in the balloon is more than required it burst or if there is an outlet it will flow from it and mingle in the air outside the balloon in this way water will also find its way to flow it cannot be stopped so is love it cannot be confined to the walls of relationship and if it is confined it makes the man selfish and arrogant by nature he will only think of the person to whom his love has been confined. This love than makes a world very difficult place to live, even we have god’s love flowing in all directions without any biases towards anyone of us his love is selfless without any suffocation or say any expectation. Just as god loves us we have to love the people of the earth than only we can claim true love. Love for everyone, selfless love.






Saturday 8 October 2011

Hail democracy!



In the hands of the terrorists
is our country been laid
by the mercy of our ministry
Made them the predators
Reigning supreme
Simply by few terrorist act,
Impotent has been our democracy
By the war between
Communism and secularism
Has put millions of lives at stake
For their vested interest
They sold their mother to the few
And took the lives of thousands
On the corpses of all the dead
They still believe to rule our country
Hail democracy!!!

Monday 3 October 2011

A silent voice




for nine months, in your womb, I dwelled
so lovingly and carefully, I was nurtured
every moment, I lived and cherished
without any sorrow and worries.
Not once had I thought
what fate had in stored for me?
Soon as I became a part of a family
I was laid to rest, forever peacefully
Unaware with the fact,
I was born to be a girl
a girl child, a curse to my people
who already were blessed with it.
Being a silent spectator
in a crime very heinous
not once also you thought?
A blood flowing in me, is your blood
A flesh of mine, is part of yours
As your other siblings, I too had a feeling
Though unable to express all in words
Silently, I suffered all pain and agony
Others had inflicted, all upon me.
Oh mother tell me, not once also
did your heartache for me?
Not once also did you feel
your soul in me.
Why had you silently
let everyone decide?
Destiny of my life
as nobody has rights
to take any life.
But mother, tell me what was my fault?
Was I given privileged to be a chooser?
Then I would have chosen to be as you wished.
And, why was I nurtured so dearly!
As I was destined to die?