This post is inspired by an episode
on the new favourite show (not mine) on T.V. - Satyameva Jayate. This episode entered the
dark silent world of domestic violence. Wives narrated incidents of their
husbands beating them and how they suffered through it in silence.
Friday, 29 June 2012
Tuesday, 19 June 2012
Silent words
“This seems just like
a movie set!” she exclaimed.
He laughed. Thinking
how even little things excited her. It was one of the qualities he loved in
her.
But he wouldn’t tell
her that. As always.
Thursday, 14 June 2012
This world
This world,
Where nightmares are sold,
Dreams put on hold.
Stories of death told,
poems of birth unheard.
This world,
Where despair flutters frantic,
Hope fights still,
Smiles hide secrets,
Tears leave a trail,
In this world.
I live.
Where nightmares are sold,
Dreams put on hold.
Stories of death told,
poems of birth unheard.
This world,
Where despair flutters frantic,
Hope fights still,
Smiles hide secrets,
Tears leave a trail,
In this world.
I live.
Monday, 11 June 2012
And it was called yellow...
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“Huh? What? "she asked
“I think that the colour yellow is in abundance in the world. It is dominant,” he said.
“And why do you say that?” she asked, while dusting the sand off her kurta.
“Look around and tell me in how many places do you see the colour yellow?” he asked while taking her hand.
Friday, 8 June 2012
Behind the veil
Behind
the veil lay darkness,
an abyss, a vacuum.
Behind the veil lay time,
infinite and eternal,
Behind the veil lay dreams,
broken and shattered.
Behind the veil lay a soul,
lifeless and time hating.
an abyss, a vacuum.
Behind the veil lay time,
infinite and eternal,
Behind the veil lay dreams,
broken and shattered.
Behind the veil lay a soul,
lifeless and time hating.
The Dreamer's city
In the city of seven islands,
that which never slept,
but still managed to dream.
That which worked like a man,
but was beautiful like a woman.
That which the sea protected,
But could also destroy.
The city that moulded into you,
But made you like her.
The city which she loved,
But he never met.
In this city of seven islands,
At the place where land and sea met,
She waited,
For him, who had left,
For the dreams that set.
She waited
P.S- This poem was written on a serene evening at Marine Drive,with nothing to do except let the words fill my mind.
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