Tag Archives: Sorrow

Roses in the farm

Photo Credits: Janewheeler.co.uk

It was spring as I remember

Her face beamed,

As zephyr brushed her hair

She smiled,

Seeing roses in the farm

Singing aloud,

Waiting for her man

She wrote another song

Seasons passed…

Woke up with a jolt,

She looked around the empty room

Rubbing her eyes,

She gazed through the porch

It was snowing,

And there were no roses in the farm.

 

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Heart is Peculiar

Heart is a peculiar organ. I fail to understand what makes it happy or sad. I have been feeling quite low since last 2-3 days. I have observed no amount of inspiring reads really work during such disposition.  I tried talking to my pets, watching TV, surfing on new destination to travel but something when bothers you to the core doesn’t really heal with that easy distraction. I also tried eating chocolates which I heard release happy hormones..well bullshit, I just got pimples!

So, I was sitting with my laptop doing some futile research just before writing this blog. It is 10 p.m. right now in India. Suddenly our door bell rang, I was least bothered to get up and see, but I was curious who would be there at late night. A moment later my dad came to my room giving me a tiffin box from my neighbor who sent her signature homemade cake only for me. Mrs. Lall, my 65 year old neighbor is one of my favorites because of her doting love towards me and her yummy cakes. The moment I saw the box, I jumped from my bed, opened the box and ate like a child. My dad looked at me with a smile and left me with the box full of delicious cake.  I don’t know if it has started releasing happy hormones and brought me back to my sunny disposition but it certainly worked. What more could be a proof that I opened my blog and wrote after 4 days, and that is why heart is a peculiar organ. 🙂

Summer Melancholy

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Spring is gone in the nick of time,

Letting the summer to set in early

The sun is in cahoots with the clouds,

A bright hot day and the roads empty

Not a bird in the sky,

Not a new leaf on the tree

A slight melancholy in the air,

Recalling the winter that flee

And my dog yawns and pants heavily,

Sure an onset of grave heat

In this mid hour of the scorching day,

A stage of utter somnolence I have reached

I yearn for a perfect siesta,

Wistful this seems

Leaving me with a desperate wait,

And the sanguine winter dreams.

Not just a photograph: A Final Embrace

Not just a photograph

This picture was shared to me by a friend and can’t agree more that it brings out most extreme emotions out of me.

This photograph is given the name of ‘A Final Embrace’ was taken by a Bangladeshi photographer Taslima Akhter after the tragic collapse of a garment factory building in Savar, near Dhaka, Bangladesh happened in April 2013.  Along them died more than 750 people.

In this picture I don’t feel sympathetic towards the victims as they seem contented in dying in each other’s arms.  The facial expression of the man seems so relieved like he has no complaints from anyone in this world as this world has not given him much. They lived a deprived life but there seems no dearth of compassion between the victims here.

This incident raises some serious questions to the authorities who thinks they rule the lives of people. Is a life of any human that cheap? Over 750 people died, and not due to some natural calamity but sheer human negligence. This incident could have been avoided but since the lives of poor are too cheap that nobody even bothered of those souls working there.

This photograph also questions my philosophical side. If such an incident is overlooked or avoided for any discussion, then we all need to relook or revisit ourselves to ask are we humans? And if yes, what makes a human?

And I wished to die…

rape case

I came to this world only five years ago, was still trying to absorb its beauty and goodness. Like a pampered angel I walked, holding hands of Daddy. Everything seemed halcyon and glee. Ignorant of dreadful elements in the society, I played nonchalantly. And then came two human-looking figures, seeing chocolate in their hands, I was overjoyed. Not that I knew, I was beguiled. They pulled me to a place that was dark and silent. One by one they laid over me, something which I did not like. I threw my legs and scratched their faces with my nails. But they smothered me with their big hands. Tears rolled down my eyes. I wanted my mummy and daddy, but there was nobody to hear me. Both wretched monsters still continued their execrable and sickening ‘thing’ with me. I did not know what they were doing. I loathed as they touched my body and private parts tossing me around like a plastic doll and biting me infinite times, the pain was excruciating. And then both of them stood up I thought it’s over and I can go home but no it was not. They were not done playing with me yet. A broken glass was inserted in me through my private parts like I had no life. I can not even describe the pain I went through, any word in the dictionary would fail to measure my agony. It made my heart to groan but I could not as they stuffed my mouth. I could not think of anything worse than this but then a plastic bottle entered inside me, for once I thought was I born to witness this? Is this usual thing that happens here? And those human-looking monsters disappeared leaving me in a pool of blood. I wanted to shout but my voice could not come out. I whimpered incessantly. As the night passed the place grew darker and darker. I cried all night not  because I was hungry or in pain, but for taking birth as a girl. Now I know what it is being a girl. With the dawn of another day my sobbing was at last heard. I screamed seeing my mummy. Now I detested any touch by male, even that of my daddy!. I was taken to the hospital and as the world knows, I made it. But what life I have now with that trauma deeply engraved in my heart and mind? I have only one question – why did I live as I wished nothing but, die.

“Now piercèd is her virgin zone;
She feels the foe within it.
She hears a broken amorous groan,
The panting lover’s fainting moan,
Just in the happy minute.”

 -John Wilmot

My Thoughts:  This post is dedicated to the recent 5 year old rape victim in New Delhi. I chose to write on that gruesome act happened with that girl through her melancholic heart and not any long social correction message. I have nothing more to say on it.

A Separation…

While you were sleeping,

I shushed,

And tossed around,

My eyes wide awake,

Stared darkness,

With me were the echoes,

Of your heavy breath,

You snored,

At the noises I made,

I sat, stood and laid again,

Gazing through the hole of the ring,

I recollected,

Times when we were awake,

We talked,

Laughed incessantly,

Tonight was not the same,

Loud silence,

And a deep chasm,

Nothing we could say,

Counting sleepless nights,

I remained awake,

I sighed,

Watching the glimmering sun,

I rose,

And cluttered my bag,

Leaving the things we shared,

I wiped tears,

At the door, I stand,

Paused, don’t know why,

And drifted morosely,

In your solemn sleep.