Wednesday, 22 April 2020
Random Mumbling : Let’s weave a story of our own
He was on bended knees with a rose in his hand. She saw the rose and smiled. He pulled her closer to him and whispered in her ear - will u grow old with me, dear? She smiled coyly and ruffled his hair and replied - the best love stories are not romeo-juliet, heer-ranjha, sameer-anarkali, laila-majnu but the ones where we grow old together. Let's weave a story of our own.
Random Mumblings - Airport
Airports...different expressions, varied footsteps, run ways - the home for aircraft...landing or then taking off...a stretch that seems never ending...the feeling that the green pastures out there are calling out to you, speaking to you about the joys of the skies...raindrops pouring and no the vision doesn't get hazy..raindrops on the roofs dealing the announcements...the frosty mirrors where tails are just visible and planes awaiting in queue for take offs...some things can't be captured but they get etched in your minds forever
Poem : Freedom
The silence of the night had a story of its own
It's had its wound, it was scarred for life
It lay quietly beneath its wrap..it was a mystery unknown
No one knew of the silence
that was screaming out loud
It wanted to tell what it went through the day
But people lay in their security of their homes
unknown to the words that rave, ranted and spoke
No one knew of the blood, tears and wails
Or rather may be one preferred to look the other way
Smiling and cheering on
As feats were accomplished
They felt awaited a new dawn.
But the night wanted to say, how it reached there
It was in shame, as the stars and the moon shone bright
It couldn't take their smile despite their years
As they twinkled on
How could one be so strong?
It was their strength that was killing the night from inside
It tried to gathered the courage to come out and speak
It didn't have the power of the pen
It had just to rely on its words
It was the truth, the night wanted to say
The truth was hard and would come with a cost
It was the cost it was willing to pay
The world needed to know what it went through
From blue to black, it was now alone
The grey clouds were teasing her
It was as if they were challenging her
She needed to speak up and now was the time
Else it will too late
And it will just go on
As the laughter immersed from the buildings so tall
And a night light shone from the Chawls below
The night choked and how
Thunder and storm made its way, the waves hitting the rocks
Speak up night, oh you must
Tell the world what you went through
The eyes are clouded with doubts and despair
They need to open up to faith and belief
If you keep quiet now
It will be the end
It's a story that needs to be told
Words that need to unfold
And then so the night began....
As the sun rose and I was a mix of red and blue,a lady had made her way
To plough the field and earn some bread
It may be the last bread, she could ever make
Unknown to the news, her boy had packed his bag, he has just got a call to serve the country from a potential attack
And as he bade his sister a good bye
Unaware that hours later, she would get raped
By men who have no guilt, remorse or shame.
She would lay naked and no one would come forward to help
Pictures would be taken
And outcry would be there
But no one would know of the pain that the girl would be going through
Or what would lay in store of the family
That was all smiles to begin with
But the smile was now faded away
It wasn't their fault
Somewhere mobs burn a city down
Killing people from different sects
Somewhere girls are differentiated from boys
Education is something they can just dream of
Somewhere records are made and broken
And feats are revered and people are plunged to the open skies
This was when the sky was blue, the canvas was a picturesque one
Trains passed by, traffic was cars and honks
Music resonated from the sounds of the ears
As the day went on
Without a passing thought
And as the blue skies turn to black
Smoke engulfed as pyres were lit
Silence was all that was there
A deafening one, it was
Grey getting immersed with the black
These are the stories that are untold
Stories that will remain just that
Scars that are there for life
Wounds that will never heal
Words, that are battered and bruised
The cries seem so distant now
The pain we think we feel
We come out in want for justice and peace
Only to go back to the comfort of our homes
And then it all dies down
Life for us begins anew
We think we have done our bit and deed.
And then we say as a nation we are free.
But are we really free?
Where we need to think a thousand times, before we speak
Where we are judged for our action, sect and creed
Where they say we are one, but we are not acually.
Where boys and girls are not treated at par
Where there is still racism to the root
Where different religion can't be sitting under one roof
Where we love to see people fail
Where dirt and muck is the name of the game
Where the endless sacrifices are taken for granted
Where people are shouting for land and fees
As the hills look down in shame
The buildings are the droopy shoulders
The rivers can't carry this weight no more
The wind tries to ease off the burden
Nature comes to do it's bit
To help bring the glory back
But what can it do when all is left is just devastation
It tries to promise a new dawn
Hoping the storm will open the eyes
Hoping that the wounds will heal
But they don't
Night goes to day and day to night
Freedom is merely just a thousand
Tucked away somewhere in our brains
A thought is from where an idea is born
The idea is from the story is born
May be someday some one will not hush the night
And will actually say how we got free.
It's had its wound, it was scarred for life
It lay quietly beneath its wrap..it was a mystery unknown
No one knew of the silence
that was screaming out loud
It wanted to tell what it went through the day
But people lay in their security of their homes
unknown to the words that rave, ranted and spoke
No one knew of the blood, tears and wails
Or rather may be one preferred to look the other way
Smiling and cheering on
As feats were accomplished
They felt awaited a new dawn.
But the night wanted to say, how it reached there
It was in shame, as the stars and the moon shone bright
It couldn't take their smile despite their years
As they twinkled on
How could one be so strong?
It was their strength that was killing the night from inside
It tried to gathered the courage to come out and speak
It didn't have the power of the pen
It had just to rely on its words
It was the truth, the night wanted to say
The truth was hard and would come with a cost
It was the cost it was willing to pay
The world needed to know what it went through
From blue to black, it was now alone
The grey clouds were teasing her
It was as if they were challenging her
She needed to speak up and now was the time
Else it will too late
And it will just go on
As the laughter immersed from the buildings so tall
And a night light shone from the Chawls below
The night choked and how
Thunder and storm made its way, the waves hitting the rocks
Speak up night, oh you must
Tell the world what you went through
The eyes are clouded with doubts and despair
They need to open up to faith and belief
If you keep quiet now
It will be the end
It's a story that needs to be told
Words that need to unfold
And then so the night began....
As the sun rose and I was a mix of red and blue,a lady had made her way
To plough the field and earn some bread
It may be the last bread, she could ever make
Unknown to the news, her boy had packed his bag, he has just got a call to serve the country from a potential attack
And as he bade his sister a good bye
Unaware that hours later, she would get raped
By men who have no guilt, remorse or shame.
She would lay naked and no one would come forward to help
Pictures would be taken
And outcry would be there
But no one would know of the pain that the girl would be going through
Or what would lay in store of the family
That was all smiles to begin with
But the smile was now faded away
It wasn't their fault
Somewhere mobs burn a city down
Killing people from different sects
Somewhere girls are differentiated from boys
Education is something they can just dream of
Somewhere records are made and broken
And feats are revered and people are plunged to the open skies
This was when the sky was blue, the canvas was a picturesque one
Trains passed by, traffic was cars and honks
Music resonated from the sounds of the ears
As the day went on
Without a passing thought
And as the blue skies turn to black
Smoke engulfed as pyres were lit
Silence was all that was there
A deafening one, it was
Grey getting immersed with the black
These are the stories that are untold
Stories that will remain just that
Scars that are there for life
Wounds that will never heal
Words, that are battered and bruised
The cries seem so distant now
The pain we think we feel
We come out in want for justice and peace
Only to go back to the comfort of our homes
And then it all dies down
Life for us begins anew
We think we have done our bit and deed.
And then we say as a nation we are free.
But are we really free?
Where we need to think a thousand times, before we speak
Where we are judged for our action, sect and creed
Where they say we are one, but we are not acually.
Where boys and girls are not treated at par
Where there is still racism to the root
Where different religion can't be sitting under one roof
Where we love to see people fail
Where dirt and muck is the name of the game
Where the endless sacrifices are taken for granted
Where people are shouting for land and fees
As the hills look down in shame
The buildings are the droopy shoulders
The rivers can't carry this weight no more
The wind tries to ease off the burden
Nature comes to do it's bit
To help bring the glory back
But what can it do when all is left is just devastation
It tries to promise a new dawn
Hoping the storm will open the eyes
Hoping that the wounds will heal
But they don't
Night goes to day and day to night
Freedom is merely just a thousand
Tucked away somewhere in our brains
A thought is from where an idea is born
The idea is from the story is born
May be someday some one will not hush the night
And will actually say how we got free.
Random Mumblings - Dance
Do you know what dance is? Her father asked her. The little girl shook her head. He gently took her in his arms and told her, it's a calling. You don't chose dance, dance choses you and that's the thing about dance - it's takes you to a world unknown.. But why papa, replied the little girl. Why dance? Because, said her father, its the only thing I know. But still papa, it takes you away from the people you love, like it keeps you away from me for so many hours....Her father laughed. It was hard to answer his 5 year questions. One day, she will away from him for long hours...practicing. He thought for a while and said Hmn. You are right. But if dance takes me away from you. It also brings me back to you. You know how? The girl shook her head. Her father smiled and said because it's one of the few things that is common between us. You dance. I dance. See, dance is common between us. But you do a different style and I have just started to learn Kathak. Wow, said the father. Kathak is pretty cool. Your mom always says - dance is a way to bring people together as one. In a world, where there are so many wars, culture plays a role in bringing about peace. You are young, my girl, to understand these things. No, replied the girl. I am big. I am 5. Her father laughed and said yes you are. He knew that may be, right now it was too much to ask for from a girl of 5. He secretly hoped that she would grow to be a fine dancer, a dream that both he and his wife shared....one who would bring dance back to life....one who through her dance, would bring cultures together and bring about some kind of stability and harmony in an otherwise turbulent society.
#writing #ondance #perspective #culture #medium
#writing #ondance #perspective #culture #medium
Random Mumblings - “like these”
It’s nights like these, when Azaan is heard on one end and the dhol on another. When chants resonate up in the air. When the mandir and the masjid are next to each other.
It’s early mornings like these when the sun hasn’t risen as yet. When the Azaan is heard along with the mandir ki ghanti.
Religious beliefs do coexist with one another.
It’s early mornings like these when the sun hasn’t risen as yet. When the Azaan is heard along with the mandir ki ghanti.
Religious beliefs do coexist with one another.
Random Mumblings : Late night thoughts
Random Mumblings!!!! Late night thoughts..
#scatteredthoughts #hopefulromanticme
The night, it seemed had another story to tell... a story that went like this...light prevails amidst darkness...lights that look like fairies waving their wand and sprinkling some magic. Beneath the starry skies, they sing and dance. Laughter ensues, hand in hand, they feel safe and walk back home.
The pages turn, the chapter ends, another chapter begins and end...the last page is now turned. The book is now closed. Snuggled together, In each other arms, holding each other in a tight embrace.
Lights off. Outside the fairies wave their wand. Another couple. Another soul. Another story waiting to be told.
#scatteredthoughts #hopefulromanticme
The night, it seemed had another story to tell... a story that went like this...light prevails amidst darkness...lights that look like fairies waving their wand and sprinkling some magic. Beneath the starry skies, they sing and dance. Laughter ensues, hand in hand, they feel safe and walk back home.
The pages turn, the chapter ends, another chapter begins and end...the last page is now turned. The book is now closed. Snuggled together, In each other arms, holding each other in a tight embrace.
Lights off. Outside the fairies wave their wand. Another couple. Another soul. Another story waiting to be told.
Random Mumblings : Star
“One day, I will shine as bright as the star and be like one of them.“ He told his mother as he looked up at the constellations of stars, from their balcony one night. My dear, replied the mother. You already are a star. They look like fairy lights dont they, said the mother - almost changing the subject.
No, I am not a star, said the child. If I was then...where is the light in me he asked almost as an after thought. The mother replied - you are the best gift I could ever get. You give love and warmth like the sun, to everyone around you. You don’t need to be anyone else. You are enough the way you are. He looked away and his moms eyes met his. The mother wrapped him around her arms and hugged him. It was on this day, many years ago, he met with a road accident and lost one of his arms. Since then, he has never been the same. Yearning’s, guilt, people’s sympathy and their looks always overshadowed his confidence and ability. Despite one hand, all of ten though, this young little boy could paint, skate and write. The mother took his other hand and said you have nothing to fear. Who says that if you don’t have one hand, you can’t do anything. As long as I am around, you have nothing to fear and always remember - there can be no one else like you. The boy smiled. Something in his mother voice always calmed and re assured him. Years went by. He did become a star and shine he did - as a person who inspired others through his own struggle story.
#bingewriting #whenitrains
No, I am not a star, said the child. If I was then...where is the light in me he asked almost as an after thought. The mother replied - you are the best gift I could ever get. You give love and warmth like the sun, to everyone around you. You don’t need to be anyone else. You are enough the way you are. He looked away and his moms eyes met his. The mother wrapped him around her arms and hugged him. It was on this day, many years ago, he met with a road accident and lost one of his arms. Since then, he has never been the same. Yearning’s, guilt, people’s sympathy and their looks always overshadowed his confidence and ability. Despite one hand, all of ten though, this young little boy could paint, skate and write. The mother took his other hand and said you have nothing to fear. Who says that if you don’t have one hand, you can’t do anything. As long as I am around, you have nothing to fear and always remember - there can be no one else like you. The boy smiled. Something in his mother voice always calmed and re assured him. Years went by. He did become a star and shine he did - as a person who inspired others through his own struggle story.
#bingewriting #whenitrains
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