Flames of my fire

Summon the winds.

Come blow on the smoldering 

Shame of my forlorn soul;

That prayer full of breath you send my way!

Thank you.

I need the life you breathe in me,

Again!

Summon the winds.

Ashes need to go back,

To being the bright flames

Dancing; Leaping; Frisky; 

Flames of my fire!

A bird is a bird and a tree is a tree!

Have you seen a bird fly,

Fly up, up into the dark blue sky?

Have you seen a tree grow,

Grow up as tall as you know?

And have you seen a tree in love with a bird,

Or such a bird in love with a tree?

A bird tweeting away in the branches all day,

When it could be out flying free?

No, a tree is a tree!

And a bird is a bird....

Love is momentous for them...

Its absurd...

A tree has its roots and a bird has its wings,

Betrayal to whom is not a possible thing!

So a bird keeps hovering the sky,

And a tree keeps growing as high!

Because,

A bird is a bird and a tree is a tree!

01/25/2013

Some

Some songs

That resonate with misery

Vibrate in your being

Reminders of futility

    Some smiles

    That touch your heart

    Flash in your eyes forever

    The warmth of love

Some bridges

That you can never cross

Leave your soul unrequited

Of all the possible what ifs

    Some moments

    That tuck at your soul

    Take you to the core

    Of what your life is

    Only to stare at things

    That you can never own

Some places, Some people

Some days, Some nights

Some point where time will stop

Will sum up to who you became.

Still looking up

A child, I was.

Books, colors, stories.

This world gave me all;

Never a choice though

a choice; of my own.

The world decided what was best.

It taught me to dream.

For dreaming was moving on, living.

Dreams were high up, floating in the clouds, it said.

I looked, I was taught patience and persistence, I looked. 

Looked far and near.       

I have not given up, looking

Amidst the clouds, waiting to find them.

I 'm still looking but it gets me wondering

About what ifs, 

What if my dreams are right in front of my feet,

On the ground

And the sadness would be, never getting the choice,

To look in the right place.

Two Rivers that knew me

River 1:

The river had seen me, ready to jump off this world

She had watched in her flooded monsoon attire

Yelled for something more powerful to petrify my body

She stared at me, I stared back

A force pulled me,

I was floating on her

From the far-off bridge,

It seemed I was on a ship-deck

Ready to be guided to a place the river knew

She moved, I was stuck on that bridge

She didn't want me to come in her water

Sad

River 2:

This time the river knew me,
I jumped in her, years later,

Met her at a different place
The broad Ganges, she hugged me, pulled me in

I hugged her back, she yelled for no one to stop me

She was the widest, the calmest, the dearest

Pure water that sang about life and death

She carried me on her back, like a child,

The blue sunny sky above, it glided with the river

Down the river I went, under the Ram-Jhula

This time I was in the water, flowing down in the river

Happy

I made it through!

Weaknesses are hard to learn. Confidence is harder to relearn. I guess however strong you are, some things are bound to come crashing down on you. The only measure that marks your strength is whether you can stand even after a fall.
I might look like I am strong at standing through all my falls but I know weaknesses more. My weaknesses have stripped me of my confidence. More I pass through shadier times, frailer I find myself. My confidence is an old dusty rotting coat today. However, giving up on my confidence is a lost battle. I try with what little I have left every day. 

I don't still know how to put a straight face so easily. Believe me, I have days when  problems claw on me so constantly that I can cry about a falling tree leaf! I guess people go about their own ways to overcome the darker days. I just wanted to remember a thing that has kept me going. Someone pointed out to me that there are people with sadder things still fighting out there. People surviving many bitter experiences, so I should gather all my might to stand whatever fall I have had.
Life lessons are called so because you live through them, and you learn one all on your own. They are the hardest and most real lessons you will ever get. But I will look back and say, hey I made it through!

My love is not full circle

My love is not full circle

An attempt:

A point

A line

A slope

A curve

A crooked truth

But

Not a circle

Nothing where ends meet.

My love blows in the wind

Flows in the sea

Where does your love meet mine?

My love is not full circle.

A reality:

A smile

A laughter

A moment of silence

 A trial of grief

A suppressed frown

A heap of anger

But

Not a hug

Nothing where we meet.

My love crosses half the world

Traps you in your sleep

Where does my love not hurt you?

My love is not full circle

Girl on the go

It’s a shame that I live in such a society where girls are still evaluated as a potential employee not because she is most capable for the job but because she can manage time. It has never been a problem for a guy to take a job that requires late hours of duties or travelling away from home but for a girl the same things become bigger issues than they actually need to be. 

 If you are a girl who is as much educated as  a guy and wants to go out into the world and make something out of your life, you my dear friend have invariably faced this problem. I accept girls are biologically more fragile than a guy is. I accept the differences that god has given us by birth. However, if you are going to educate a girl in the same ways as you educate guys, and later on ask her to stay home because she is a girl, where is the fairness in that? It’s like you showed a small kid the gate of Disneyland and told them they can never go inside!

I had a conversation about gender disparities in the workplace with a male colleague one day. I caught him using a phrase such as “like a girl” to a guy. I felt like being a girl was like being a criminal or being weak and vulnerable. Upon a friendly confrontation, my friend says that, “Yes, guys and girls are equal, but can you go home after nine? If you can, then maybe we are equals!”I was dumbfounded.  So, being a girl we needed to follow the time factor theory. I knew we lived in a patriarchal society but I did not ever realize that before saying you are capable to do something in this society and you are an equal to your male counterparts, you need to realize that you wore a skirt! How disheartening is that?

Dear parents and society owners, please realize if you are going to raise your daughters with the same education and facilities as your sons, there will come a day when your daughters will want to go out like yours sons and employ their education to make a life. Be kind then, and let her do what is best for her. Guide her, don’t buy her a watch and tell her the time theory shit! Be brave and let her figure her life out because it was your fault in the first place that you taught her to dream big, now don’t stop the girl on the go!