tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75939464114396493362024-03-13T12:12:56.483-06:00DECIPHERUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593946411439649336.post-69076865460697098762022-04-20T09:24:00.003-06:002022-04-20T09:24:53.756-06:00Moonlight moron - iii<p>The water is shallow,</p><p>Dark and deep.</p><p>Silence whispers,</p><p>Our hearts leap.</p><p>Moonlight moron, tread slowly!</p><p>The path is steep.</p><p><br /></p><p>It creeps like shadow,</p><p>Stabs like pin,</p><p> Twists and turns </p><p>It burns within.</p><p>The fire that warms,</p><p>Can burn a town.</p><p>Moonlight moron, tread slowly </p><p>Don't you drown!</p><p><br /></p><p>Leave it be !</p><p>Unsaid and unsung </p><p>Keep it sealed,</p><p>Dried and hung.</p><p>Perhaps, a day </p><p>Tied tongue will sing.</p><p>Moonlight moron, the chimes will ring.</p><p>Till then, let silence reign.</p><p>Let dear heart endure the pain.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593946411439649336.post-66074920845432449892022-04-19T21:56:00.002-06:002022-04-19T21:57:49.403-06:00Moonlight Moron -ii<p>When I look at the moon </p><p>I think of you.</p><p>Moonlight moron!</p><p>Was it never meant to be true?</p><p>By the river, ripples so bright </p><p>Reminds me of the devious blight.</p><p>You by my side and I by you </p><p>Memories un-erst, now remain very few.</p><p>It creeps in slow as the sun blaze in </p><p>Screams! Shouts!</p><p>Tatters my skin.</p><p>Flesh is what, the price been paid </p><p>Moonlight moron, it's all been said!</p><p>Rest you there, where peace be found.</p><p>The wretched sweetness, </p><p>In dreams still hound!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593946411439649336.post-50533054008498168412011-10-14T09:42:00.000-06:002022-04-19T21:46:34.537-06:00THE CRY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kj2NyNYmERoOg2_zv9xX7NNeo2wYk-l_1l8qxoRIxFPo6-6QCIaaxIP6Vjfd0Co9d3Yrx4UQFWDpEYEthbdakDdg1XzD4AKWIgH6seWFMK_kZY9Cs0ftCUD96nk33B4CLqmhQep-EH4/s1600/up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kj2NyNYmERoOg2_zv9xX7NNeo2wYk-l_1l8qxoRIxFPo6-6QCIaaxIP6Vjfd0Co9d3Yrx4UQFWDpEYEthbdakDdg1XzD4AKWIgH6seWFMK_kZY9Cs0ftCUD96nk33B4CLqmhQep-EH4/s320/up.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><i>A blissful sadness clouds my head</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><i>And a numb freedom is what I dread.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><i>I, here, am in a spontaneous trance</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><i>I, here, am waiting for my chance.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><i>Is it I preaching myself ?</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><i>Is it I yelling for help ?</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><i>What have I to loose or gain,</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><i>Is it life, I disdain?</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><i>Agile thoughts grace my mind,</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><i>Forgotten glories I try to bind.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><i>A blissful sadness clouds my soul,</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><i>Trembles up on an unknown knoll,</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><i>I, here, am covering my bane,</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><i>I, here, am in a continuous pain.</i></span><br />
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<em>Beyond life lies an unfolded Truth,</em><br />
<em>Lies a cry of untold, unfed and unseen,</em><br />
<em>Lay a plethora of dimensions.</em><br />
<em>But what have you seen or felt</em><br />
<em>Or what has been said?</em><br />
<em>Amused, whimsical, frantic</em><br />
<em>All in tiny segments</em><br />
<em>Creeping, crawling flows into the blood</em><br />
<em>Like millions of amoeba.</em><br />
<em>Conscious, unconscious, awake or asleep</em><br />
<em>Contusion of knowledge, ignorance and discoveries</em><br />
<em>Pour in ages of discouragement.</em><br />
<em>What lies beyond, lies afar.</em><br />
<em>Unseen, unfed and untold,</em><br />
<em>Thus bringing in darkness and void</em><br />
<em>And what we forget in time</em><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">It had past six months since she last heard from her son. What is left out of earthly relations? What good did it serve to the race? To supplement one, another has to be killed. But then why is she still holding on strongly to Ramdin’s washed off body and worn out fate? It remained unanswered to her. The holy fire binds them and she must hold on till life’s fire burn out.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Vednabala was just 12 yr old bala of her grandma running around the courtyard playing marbles and “keet-keet”, when Ramdin brought her to Banaras. She still recalls her last child’s play the afternoon of her marriage. Since then life had taken her too far. Household work and her husband’s little earnings had taken a heavy toll on her life and desires. Being a daughter-in-law in India has never been too easy a job. With Shyamlal’s birth, things looked little brighter to her. Though Shyamlal’s birth had done no good to the household expenses but for Vednabala, it added a new meaning to her life. What element are women made of? It’s difficult to understand how women find pleasure in things which bring no tangible or intangible profit in true sense? Now Shyamlal works for a construction company in Delhi. He is a graduate. Vedna had done her every bit to give her son the best out of her husband’s meager means .Now she is a proud mother, her son is the first educated from the lineage. Her sacrifices and Ramdin’s hard work had paid off ultimately .Initially she had been skeptical about Shyamlal’s travelling to the city to make a living. People said big cities engulf one’s soul and conscience but they needed money, a lot of money to keep Ramdin going .Liver cirrhosis had almost destroyed the man’s living entity and their only hope to keep him alive was their son’s well paid job. Nothing comes free in this world, especially survival. It’s in human nature to presume things before they materialize but nature’s law make human life a subject to unpredictability. It’s been more than six months now that they last heard from Shyamlal. Rumors say that he had married a girl from some other caste and that is why Ramdin wouldn’t see him again.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">But Vednabala still awaits his arrival, waits for any message to be heard from. How could she forget the apple of her eye? How did it matter if he has decided his own life? All that mattered was a glance of him. She wept her heart out every evening laying on her mat, recalling the baby steps, the subtle voice. How could she even let down the man who had sheltered her from every difficulties through out, kept her safe, nurtured her desires. She was helpless. <o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> Every evening on her way back from the town hospital, she would spend hours by the ‘ghat’, only companion to her woes. She would recall her first step to the town; recall Shyamlal’s first baby steps. The ‘ghat’ had been witness to her womanhood. It had witnessed her first bliss of nuptial pleasure and her first pride of being a mother. It had seen her every struggle of survival. <o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Today she recalled how she wept the entire night of her wedding grasping her mother’s saree tightly. That was a time when she wouldn’t even see Ramdin’s face and today she is struggling every moment to hold on tightly to Ramdin’s half paralyzed body, till she breathes her last. What is left out of earthly relations? What good did it serve to the race? To supplement one, another has to be killed, another’s desires have to take up the entire plight?<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Still why do we hold on so tight to things which are all “shams". The deep dark water of the ghat changed its hue, from black to violet, from violet to orange and from orange to red as Vednabala washed the vermillion off her forehead. It was dawn, yet another day for another wait begins.</i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> © Zinnia Mitra</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593946411439649336.post-10052378550565560852010-02-04T23:21:00.001-06:002022-04-19T15:04:17.358-06:00Falsifying Dreams<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<i>Don't built dreams of bricks,</i><br />
<i>It's just nature playing tricks.</i><br />
<i>When one brick tumbles,</i><br />
<i>All your effort fumble</i><br />
<i>Ruining your dreams to ashes,</i><br />
<i>When your pinion lashes</i><br />
<i>For the flight.</i><br />
<i>Your destiny crushes,</i><br />
<i>Increasing your pain,</i><br />
<i>Endeavouring all your might.</i><br />
<i>Then you neither see hope</i><br />
<i>Nor a guiding light.</i><br />
<i>It's just falsifying dream,</i><br /><i>Slapping you tight.</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">The wind blowing through my hair,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Oh! my moonlight moron,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">There, where we left the scattered pebbles</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">The ones belonging to you are still white.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Those red ones are mine!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I no longer cry.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">But sharp memories still make me bleed!!</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Come walk with me,down the memory lane,</span></i><br />
<div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Discovering the faded glory once again.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Where juvenile dreams breath in air,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Leapt, laughed and cried in despair.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Remember the days,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We listened to the first rain-drop.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Peter-pater, peter -pater, trop trop trop.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Slashing against, the window pane</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kindling the flame of insanity time and again.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Remember the invitation of the spiteful spring,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">How we loved to hear the first cuckoo sing.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And the enchanting, first, warm summer dream,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's spellbound mystical fancy realm.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Gone are the days,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Of merry-go round.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now life swaps with dollars and pounds.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Battering away the hours of play,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">With hardship and misery beating you all day.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The devil's eyes watches us all,'</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A single mistake leads to the great downfall.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Know not what destiny has in store,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All that life needs is more, more and more.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Shade away these fear, fright and pain.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, come walk with me,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Down the memory lane.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> © Zinnia Mitra</span></i></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br />
</i></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593946411439649336.post-35019091220633161682008-11-03T07:03:00.000-06:002022-04-19T15:04:01.181-06:00Resurrection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyFtX4xZ4Zv54xpHp9-GTihsE2c725kYwzGyVD2bo15DydGmiirJrr6YEaTpZEUJgwT_owdtPUZ_XbiAHDXM8yhy05YDlGhuuT_29gJX6LKYEnKroGgM7yuFQJF8cNlUzofDAlv7OOUHg/s1600/phoenix_rising.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyFtX4xZ4Zv54xpHp9-GTihsE2c725kYwzGyVD2bo15DydGmiirJrr6YEaTpZEUJgwT_owdtPUZ_XbiAHDXM8yhy05YDlGhuuT_29gJX6LKYEnKroGgM7yuFQJF8cNlUzofDAlv7OOUHg/s400/phoenix_rising.jpg" width="345" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><i><br />
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<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Virtue and vice,</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Strength in device,</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Efforts taken by surmise,</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And with adored disguise.</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Every yew is a resurrection?</span></em><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><em></em></span><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Seeping in hour by an hour,</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Devil's dreams build a tower.</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Says, with immense glory,</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Comes little filth;</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The hidden conscience feels no guilt.</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">See what man has got from the nature's law.</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A sacred heart with hidden "claws".</span></em><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><em></em></span><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Built in sand </span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Are the dreams so fine!</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When destiny smiles,</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Your efforts whine.</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Still this maddening wild goose-chase,</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Making life a real rat- race.</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And, "yes";</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Still they say,</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That the sun will rise,</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bringing light to all fading eyes.</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It all leads to the divine implication,</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Every yew is a resurrection!</span></em><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><em></em></span><br />
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