Freedom

I trace the patterns
of the agarbathi smoke.
Its fragrance mingles
with that of the
garland around his frame.

I sit there,
while he lies in front of me.
Both still,
covered in white
from head to toe.

Cold and stiff,
even in death he remains.
That frightening frown
between his brows,
frozen now forever.

Women come in,
embrace me and wail.
(As thought they were the bereaved ones!)

My glass bangles are smashed,
the vermilion on my forehead
wiped off,
by each of them,
Again and again and again.

And everytime,
The broken clinking glass pieces,
bring to my ears soothing harmony.
And my white saree,
Dares to unleash its trapped spectral hues.

For after forty long years,
I am alive and free.

Talaaq

Our union, they said,
Was made in heaven.
Yet, three quick words
And we were strangers,
Again.

Decisive Drift

So we met
At an unexpected moment
With silence in between.

An odd blink of recognition
A hesitant step

And you pass by…

Strangers resolving confusion.

SAVE WATER

http://www.slideshare.net/jbrenman/thirst

Its a nice aesthetic ppt... but more importantly, it speaks of a problem that needs urgent attention.

Please care to have a look and spread the awareness. After all, as someone said "we do not inherit the earth from our fathers but borrow it from our children".

Sacrifice… murder.

I saw a dog die. I saw a train crushing the life out of him. The rumble of the mighty engine drowned the tiny squeak which was the last thing he did – a cry for help? I saw him die while I stood there helpless. I don’t like dogs. But, painful tears instinctively stung my eyes while I stood there, frozen.

That dog was a small thing, white, with a black snout. He had innocent, big eyes very similar to Gypsy’s (Romy’s dog) eyes.

At first, I saw him merrily run around on the tracks unaware of the train around the corner. When he saw it advance slowly towards him, he scurried for the platform. But the gap between the tracks and the platform was too high for his tiny legs to conquer. He couldn’t manage the leap. He tried running further ahead. Turning around he saw the train close on him. And then, he didn’t move. The terror of imminent death showed in his eyes. A second later, I saw the train occupy the spot he was standing on. He was gone.

Why did he die? Why? I think I know the answer… and if that’s the right answer, then, I can’t help but thank God for his death. Darn it.