Home - where I spend my vacation

The home where I spend my vacation is now closed
The paths I played on rainy days have dried up

Kitchen garden waits for somebody’s footsteps

Banana tree are waiting to be plucked; alas! There are no children.

Cousins I met and had fun with, have grown apart

Grandmother I once lived with – now lives with cherished memory that is a sore.

Love that once bounced with cherished smile, laughter and screams

Have gone astray in winds.

Spirit of my childhood have been lost in elderly fights, ego and clashes.

Why did I ever grow up?

I miss the rain, starlit glittered sky that I shared with my siblings,

Those innocent silly plays on Amrudh trees, swinging on its branches,

glaring fishes in the well.

Who wants to grow up when there is so much of beauty

in abundance in childhood. Alas!!! It remains as an unattended graveyard.

Time that possess all, never returns. And memory tends to fade.

Emotions are more expensive than watching a movie in a hall. I would never

return to those woods coz, it's lonely and abandon. I am only left with the stories

to be unfurled to my little ones. Home, which they might never see, 

laughter, which I would fail to hear again.  



Roaring Furiously...

For the very first time in my life, I saw Delhi roaring not of car flashy lights but of roaring thunder... Kadackwroom... wow!!! The sound took me off from my seat where I was thinking deeply. I even thought my laptop would be in two pieces.

I never saw those dark grey clouds ever in this city. I never thought about floods - wished Akshardaam would sink like Titanic. Then people will come to have a glimpse of it from international standards just like a wreck of palace in water.

I am not kidding but the land it stands proudly - is of farmers and those poor whom we least bother about are on roads picking up blue sheets to cover themselves from piercing rain. We stay at home occasionally, coming to our balconies to smell the wet earth, to see the lush green park and to feel the fresh drop from the sky. Is our mother lashing back at us or is trying to protect us. Is earth healing or is it just a slient before the storm rushes down to our doors.

Delhi like never before is dancing and is chaotic under the grey clouds and blowing rain. Commonwealth seems to be drowning like my paper boat under the rain drops. Thanks to the Government of India and Suresh Kalmadi for all the eaten up corruption in their bellies. They would never go hungry yet their thirst for dazzling looking Rupees is never gratifying. I guess all the players and Kalmadi himself would facilitate this commonwealth in raincoats. I don't see any other alternative.

Dear Policy Makers...

It is a humble request to you from a very humble citizen of India. I know you guys are up there because of your qualifications and old age. I know you are doing a great job esp. When Dr. Mihir Shah is one among them and I have my whole faith in his teachings and beliefs.

Please make something as powerful as RTI where these bugs who even eats up our tax money should vomit the corruption inside them. It is a sincere request before army like naxalism would lay their dirty hands upon our damn city. Kindly, make a policy on implemetations of your policies, a policy against corruption and its alternatives.

Thanks and Regards

Greeshma

Youth Brigadier of India

P.S: Among the roaring furious thunder is me standing still and wondering about those who do not have shelter - will this big tree be enough for them. The answer come No - and here goes my sleep for rest of the night.

  

Wandering....

It's been so long that I have been wandering like a lost soul...

No I am not heart broken nor I have lost anyone...

I am rather out of job... I am so pathetic that I even don't help my mom at home doing home chores. I lie on a large bed thinking what kind of life is it?

Here is a person full of valuable dreams as Calvin would have said in his imagination who desires to work in the interior places of India or even Africa - always in search for a challenging job as if it is the only holy water that would set my thirst in. In this materialistic world it's so difficult to find an individual who wants to work in such challenging areas yet the universe fails to direct the eyes of those in my way telling them that they are missing a gem like me. Oh!!! Gosh... I am turning into a moss, a diamond going underneath the mud...

boo hoo!!! : Cry of a loser... Com'on babe... I have to try, try harder to get a job that seems gratifying my soul. I don't want a palace not would I agree for a Merc. All I carve, is for a job where I can work endlessly with people around me. Where I can lend hand to the one in need ; perhaps a shoulder to a crying woman ; a hope to a child or a hug to a tree.

Why is it so difficult? The only harship is to fight laziness. A new member in my family and who sticks to me like a glue. It has covered me in its blanket and I need to pull this up. I want to run on my feets as fast as I can.. I want to rush to fly, to kiss the sky even when its raining. I want to open my eyes as early as possible, to drive my Moppet in the muddy lanes of villages. I want to sit on the lap of the soil and hear the cricket in the night. I want to see the fireflies decorating the trees as if, their bride was coming during the dark night. 

Wandering is not bad until you fall in prey in the caves of sleeping beauty where your passion is murdered and your dreams remain out of reach. Wake up!!! Untill, you fall asleep forever... and you can never again wander.

Love

Love makes you cry, it makes you happy


Love makes you bold, it makes you beautiful.

Once surrounded by friends - it takes you away to an abandoned beautiful island !!

You survive in solace beauty of your lover...

You are mysteriously dazzled by her presence

Her body mesmerizes you in a World of immortal beauty !!

You alone make this journey and are enthralled by its pleasure.



Love surrounds you all over as an engima

It bestows you an oomph of contentment that

you can never stumble on constantly

in Life !!!

SPRING

I miss the jungles n tiring works,


I miss the voice of the birds and hissing of the snakes.

The gorgeous dancing rain and roaring thunder.

The ravishing heat and engulfing cold wind.

I miss me when I am in the lights of the city!!!



Untill, I reach your lap and close my eyes,

I wonder where my thirst is gone...

Everything beautiful engulfs me in you.



The nectar of Nature is so untouched and pure

as melodious as your love for me... Nothing brings

me peace than your touch of "Spring".