PRESENTNESS OF THE PAST!
PRESENTNESS OF THE PAST!
Grey mute rocks dull with dried up moss
morph into million caves of asphalt
where dreams,breathless, formless, lifeless,
sleep amid avalanches, dust storms, cloud bursts !
Earth cracks, fire spews, rocks melt, clouds mushroom
Eternal dance of elemental fury…
Rocks cool, earth heals , stones sing
In a glazed shallow cup in the rock,
violently fashioned with
the brute force of fire, ice, wind, water,
dewdrops of hope and joy
nestle the song of life!
A MOTHER REMEMBERS:
The little Prince Charming
peeped from behind the old pine tree,
and flashed a naughty smile at her,
( The tooth fairy had taken away the two front teeth!)
a tiny cleft on his delicate chin,
Her hero! with the loveliest eyes,
alive with so many hows and whys!
With a burst of energy he ran to her
where she sat knitting socks for him.
Oh no! he tripped and fell just then,
The gravel bruised his tender knees,
A dew drop clung to his eyes, raw with hurt,
And as for the mother’s heart?
Her heart missed a beat to see him fall,
she held him tight in a warm hug
and showered sweet nothings on him.
(O! a mother’s touch, so loving a touch!)
Then evening came and the night was near
(Evenings and nights- the story time!)
he tiptoed into the magic world
of the little red bird lost in rain,
of the runaway steam engine that huffed and puffed,
of a laughing ghost who cared not scared,
of the black faced monkey with a rope like tail,
of a little dappled fawn that hopped and skipped..
O! A funny world of funny tales!
Soon he slipped into a dreamless slumber,
And a tiny smile touched his angel face.
And his mother? She , too , smiled
and touched her heart,
and asked for God’s loving grace!
SONG OF SILENCE!
Long drives on summer afternoons on burning tarmac is not my idea of fun. Dusty landscape and dried up vegetation offer no solace. When a few goods truck passed me on the highway, I seized the opportunity to perk up my listless soul. Like a true seeking soul, I looked around and finally managed to click a few writings and messages on the moving trucks:
Apparently, this one looked plain and simple with nothing interesting to boast of. On coming closer, I realized , much to my amusement, that in smaller print between the more prominently displayed words, it was written: “Hans mat Pagli, Pyar Ho Jayega” (Don’t make fun, crazy girl, you will fall in love”) This looked pretty out of context here but then what better than a small romantic interlude for parched and weary souls!
The next one came with a lot of embellishments. The owner had been quite lavish with this oil tanker painted in bright colors and carrying the image of a bird on its topmost part. To ward off the roaming evil eye, on the small board above the wheels, it was printed: “Gyarah Ke Phoolon Ki Mala, Buri Nazar Wale Tera Munh Kala”( A garland of eleven flowers will ward off people with an evil eye)- eleven being an auspicious number!
Finally, the one i chanced to meet carried a very philosophical approach to life and living. Materialism was bane and not boon and we carried nothing with us on our last journey, the graffiti on the truck proclaimed. The words of wisdom were: “Soch kar Socho, Sath Kya Jayega”( Think and reflect what will accompany you).What a thought, what philosophy!
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