Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Life's Essential Grammar..

Whenever I speak,
People start advising me:
"Go n learn some grammar,
Learn some tenses and practice speaking
Avoid your mother tongue influence,
Or better stay away from the crowd.."

I was not born in any of the English Isles.
Neither my dad nor my mom was English.
I was not sent to a 'Mandatory English speaking' school.
I chatted with my friends in the language I knew.
We had much fun and engaged ourselves,
Reading the children's periodicals and our's stuff..

Climbed all those possible trees.
Enjoyed our childhood and
Received countless pinches,
Scoldings and thrashes from our parents.
Cried hiding behind the wardrobes
But still we were happy..

Now this loneliness hurts..
No ears to listen our agonies.
Then we dint had money to buy our sweets n toys.
Now our purses are full, but heart empty.
Trees have grown n its branches high
Unable to climb and health weak..

Spring is in the air,
But we crossed that shore,
Boarded the boat of agony..
Winter is waiting for us.
That chill is somewhere near.
We lost our hearts which smiled..

My friend.. We are still not late..
Come.. Let's row this boat and cross this Fall.
Tide is low and our moon is high..
The world is sleeping, now is the time..
Spring is in the air..
Spring is in the air..

Friday, February 14, 2014

The Winged Chariot of Our Time..

It was Red all around..
Blood streams, corpses, children crying..
Widows searching for their lost better halves..
Mothers for their beheaded, tortured n wounded sons..
Men roaring on their fellow mates and spreading the fire of hatred.
There was darkness around.
Faces were swollen.
Time unknown.
Stomachs murmuring hunger.
There was pain.
There was agony.
There was everything, but no Hope..
There was fury.
There was rage.
There was anger, but nor courage to Forgive neither Love..

They wore White but preached wrath.
They were everywhere and were masked.
They were men, but they weren't.
They were women. but they weren't.
They were mean than a transgender.
They ignited innocent minds,
Urged them to fight,
They gave color to each thought.
Colors of Green Crescent, of Saffron Tridents and sometimes White Crosses..
They fed their passion,
Controlled their brains,
And ate up their hearts..
They sacked their emotions,
They tied their eyes and trained them,
Even to plunge those breasts which fed them not milk but life n blood..

There wasn't light.
Eyes were blacked out,
Mouths shut,
Only dynamite and blood smelt in the air.
Schools which taught them how to read,
Sheltered their gaped and wounded living souls.
When dried loaves of bread was served,
They had no enmity left in them to fight for.
Children played.
Women smiled at each other.
They shared their agony of the rising onion price.
They thought of how to celebrate the up coming Harvest fest,
Nothing was left with them to sow and reap,
Than some seeds of expectation and aspiration..
Because life do fight back even through the hardest of untrodden ways..