Quarantined

There is a new addition to our conversational vocabulary- Quarantined

Restricted to the outside world and to the houses confined..

Every night sitting across my house window

I have slowly seen the spring fall into the summer

Birds are the singers 

And the gusting winds, the new drummer

Gone are those Monday blues

Ticking of the clock continues

Each day the sun rises higher in the sky 

I still fail to collect the sunshine for the winters

But for one thing I must prepare, gather and retry

Rebuild a new life from the scattered splinters 

The way

I am walking pass my lonely way

Hoping to see some gleaming ray

In the evening sky, the flocks flutter back to home

At this point of hour, I wonder why do I roam

My ardent eyes paint the picture of a lovely spring

With every night, I dream of the bright morning

I long to hear the distant temple chime

And I long to accelerate this nightly time....

But I open my eyes to see all is dead and still

There is more time to reach my home, downhill...

No, not today....

No, not today....

I dont wanna look amazing every single day...

Why is it I need to tie my hair neat and tidy 

Why is it I need to wear my cotton churidaars all wrinkle free

No, not today 

I just wanna let my hair down today

and love my shabby pyjamas till the end of the day...

Please dont expect me to cook the best of the meal..just today

Please lemme drive my scooter for a looong ride on my own way..

I dont wanna come home till the sun goes down to sleep

Please lemme forget all those promises and pride which I ought to keep..

Lemme drink, eat and dance....and just let me sing those songs....

Please dont judge me today by my words and forget all my wrongs....  

Lemme not keep waiting for trifle joys in the shroud of sorrows...

Please give me my today so that I no more long for tomorrows...

I live a dream

I live a dream only to swindle some sleep

I hide my tears only to silently weep

I keep running in this unending race

Nowhere along the way I find any solace

I keep moving across the dark tunnel to see some radiance at the other end

And make my silly heart console that all my worries will be gotten mend..

With time I am loosing myself on this journey along

And have no idea to which quanta of world do I belong

Miles apart, I keep on missing the rhythmic symphony

Gradually realizing that solitude is my only bliss company...

Being girl..

There have been lot of heat waves pouring from all nooks and corners of our Indian society condemning the brutality of the gang rape and murder of a young paramedical student in Delhi. There have been innumerous candle marches, silent protests, agitated rallies followed by speeches and comments by our politicians. The incidence is horrific indeed raising your hair to its end and the least we can wish is that no other girl is afflicted to such a trauma. But may I know, is this the very first incident happened in our country where a girl instead of being treated as a human was treated as a commodity to be devoured voraciously. There are innumerable cases which are happening in and around us but are not surfacing up lest of fear, humiliation and the emotional suffering the victim is subjected to post the heinous crime. A girl's morality and attire are questioned and she is made to bear the brunt for whatever she is subjected to, possibly justifying her anguish. I am certainly not making a claim that outrageous outfits will not provoke culprits' minds but sticking to one's modesty is not going to help either.

While we are demanding death penalty or castration in such cases and persistently blaming police and the judiciary for inaction, what good are we as a society to offer in such cases, have we ever given a thought over this? Apart from the chantings and slogans, we really as a society have much more to do. Let us all introspect ourselves and question us silently the way we have treated a girl, just like any other human being or an item of savory. Being a boy do you have guts to accept your girlfriend or marry her if her morality has been victimized? Can you accept and let your daughter stay with you in your family despite what she has faced. If you are a lady will you like to have such a daughter in law? Will you as a mother confide in your daughter in such a situation? Its high time that we as a society should stop considering it as a social stigma which has to labelled on the girl for an entire life being a rape victim. Let us change the perspective and stop calling her a victim, whatever happens to her is a misfortune and let us not trouble that innocent soul by throwing her out of the society or blaming her for the act. Then only the girls will have guts to speak up and come up against the atrocities they suffer. Let us make this society a more friendly place for each and everyone to live in. I agree to the fact that every girl must get training so that she can protect herself from the obtrusive evils of the society. However I really do not hope or aim of a traditional civilized Bharat of satyug against the current modern India , as we have to accept the changes with which we are moving ahead. The changes in terms of culture, attire and ethics are meant for a social raise and not downfall. Without hurting the religious sentiments of any, even Rama in satyug had cross questioned the purity of Sita who left all the royal pleasures just to be with her beloved husband. She was forcefully abducted by Ravana and Rama asked her to prove her purity and chastity by passing the agni-pareeksha. More than Rama being maryada purushottam it was Sita who was maryada Stree-uttam I would definitely say..How many of you would like to torment your wives/ girlfriends to agni-pareekshas just because some Ravana forces and rapes them for her only mistake that she is physically weaker than the abducter, is now my question to all my male friends.

Passing Cloud

Across the sky I see a passing cloud

For the bright light looking towards me creating a shroud..

It gets heavier as it doesn't rain

Efforts of the wind to shove it off go all in vain..

It gets darker with every ticking clock

The billows stare at me as if they mock..

I look up the heavens but only in despair

I just wanna have a glance of that celestial glare..

I keep pretenses to hide my fears

And feel too prudent to shed any tears...

Not yet a drop is ready to shed

Awaiting a long way yet to be tread...

Miles to go before I sleep...

And smiles to go before I weep....

Amidst the waves...

Stood abreast the stretched boundaries of the shore
Turbulent waves and perpetual horizons I adore...

With each surge nudging my feet
Manifesting nature's rhythmic beat

Teaching me that shallowness is full of volatility
Have to traverse more depths to achieve the eternal tranquility....

The depths engulf the celestial flamboyance
And so I contemplate the ambit of my pursuance

Do I have the competence to absorb all melancholy
And still look the same, so serene and yet so lovely....

Twinkle Twinkle revisited

Twinkle twinkle little star
I still wonder what you are...
Up above the world so high,
Like colourful diamonds you decorate the sky.

Be you near or be you far ; Be you faint or be you bright
I just feel boggled every time I gaze
With your blue,yellow and red colours
You make us astronomers guess your age..

You come single or come with a group or you simply come in a pair
You come visible to the naked eyes or with telescopes you make us stare
You are non interactive or you make your lighter companions fly
You are either taking birth or you are ready to die..

I look towards you with all the zest and zeal
For the secrets of universe which you promise to reveal
For centuries in the sky that you have been
And for series of generations looking at you have seen

Have I really grown any bit old to know you, I still ponder
Oh dear twinkle twinkle what you are I still wonder !!!

The Tiny Drop

This was another day when pouring were the rains

This was another day when filled were the drains

This was another day when I would love to drench wet

And not come home until the sun was set

This was another day when all were contendors of a rat race

Were driving until crazy just to find some dry place

Underneath the shade, on a nearby leaf I saw something pop

Drawing my attention amidst chaos there rested a tiny Drop

Laid Behind it ,the Sunny rays were crowning it with the shimmering glow

Far away its Fellow mates were painting the wondrous rainbow

Deep in my thoughts I recalled its other friend whom I met as a morning dew

How I envisioned the shivering flowers were flaunting their marvellous hue

Come the gushing wind and the leaf may just bend

Or the gleaming rays may just lead the drop to its end

But still in the drops miniature life span

It would have learnt to be absorbed and fill the mighty ocean.