Saturday, October 3, 2015

Counting fortunes



DAY-3 OctPoWriMo-2015

                                                        

                                                             Image from Google.




 Scattered thoughts

                                  A few

                                                 
                                                 Jumps

                                                              
                                                              On

                                                              
                                                               In

                                                  
                                                   Bold

                                    
                                   Letters


 Showing fissures

                                  At uneven

                                                  
                                                    Points

                                                               
                                                                One

                                                                
                                                                Two

                                                  
                                                   Shapes

                                    
                                   Curved

 In ominous three.


  


This prompt really had me going for something I have never done before,  :)

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Friday, October 2, 2015

Truth is Colorless



DAY-2 OctPoWriMo-2015



Color bleeds
In different shades
Sometimes the skin
Oozes a dozen sores
Camouflaging feelings.
Some love, some hate
With measured emotions,
Counting the number of shades
Light brown, dark brown
Darker shade and pitch black
Contemplating the variations-
Did color measure the soul?
Did truth change as seasons?
Or did the creator played foul?
Maybe humanity needs
To understand that
Beauty is skin deep.



This scene had me glued to my seat.I did close my eyes. I might have watched this movie umpteen times and this court scene left me speechless.



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Thursday, October 1, 2015

A Halo of Clouds






 DAY I OctPoWriMo 2015










Across the unparalleled universe
Hope rides cozily
Along the changing seasons
Leaving symphonic shapes
Over the edge of a blazing arch
Often I wonder
Finding rhapsody of my thoughts
Clamoring through those floating
Legions of countless melodies
Obstructing my dark memories
Under the shadow of a moonlit night
Dreams find new beginnings
Silvering my dreamy heart.








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Monday, June 15, 2015

The Humble Friend

He had the most contagious smile and a genial nature. I remember the first time I met him some 21 years ago. He passed infront of my house selling the luscious fruits in a huge basket on his bicycle.


As I was new to the place, I couldn’t speak Telugu and somehow managed to communicate with him. I stood near the gate and pointed out to the fruits which I wanted to buy. He understood me perfectly. After that he never missed my house as he felt my boni (first sale) was lucky for him.


Now also after years, whenever I meet him, that contagious smile still greets me. :)



I am participating in the #100WordsonSaturday on write. The above picture was the given prompt.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

A BOX OF PAIN

Sometimes, the mind needs food to get back on the creative path. A slight trigger is enough to do so. I have been going through a rough patch, for the past few months, and felt that nothing will work anymore. The darkness around amplified and smothered the soul to wander in a hole.Weaned myself away from the cacophony of gregarious milieu and wilted into a silence. Maybe this silence rang out the inner bells of my wandering soul. I immersed myself in reading and watching documentaries.

I started by reading an autobiography" A DROP IN THE OCEAN" of a prolific Dogri poet Padma Sachdev.A Padmashri and a Sahitya Academy awardee. What a journey she had! She left me spell-bound . A journey filled with hardships of losing one's parent at a young age, the agony of partition ,a broken marriage, displacement, fighting against a terminal disease,ostracised by the community for being daring enough to divorce her spouse. Amazing portrayal of an audacious personality indeed.
                                           
                                                                Image from Google

I found a linear connection with her autobiography. The parallels were indeed jaw dropping, considering the topography of her existence and myself. We come from two different worlds. She a mountain lass and I a sea urchin.The most important bond, which I felt connected us was the passion for words. Words weaved in sync when the heart gets wounded at a loss of dear ones or lost love. When autumn cries foul and the melancholy exalt into a suppressed groan.Her poetry brought out the ethos to the forefront with a force which I didn't know how to reckon with.

Her autobiography helped me to understand that  life can be cruel, and creativity still survives despite all the odds.One's existence is not measured in riches, when words build the bridges on the wounded soul.It is the flow of acceptance of all that comes in our way, which makes us what we are.


Box of Pain by Padma Sachdev
This head
That you see on my shoulders
Is not my head

It's a box of pain
It jingles like a jingle box
Pain moves in it round and round
Smoke rises
It smells
Like the smell of a pyre.
There are other pains too
Several of them
Some of memories
Some of secrets
That cannot be kept
Nor thrown away
Some pains of today
Some of yesterday.
But
There is another pain also
Which doesn't make a sound
Which is only there
This pain is of that suffering
Which I do not share with you any more.



Translated from Dogri by Shivnath


Saturday, October 18, 2014

Down Memory Lane with the festival of Lights


                                                         Image courtesy-. Konkani Speaks

Come diwali and life becomes hectic like a whirlwind romance. The heart pumps up to make way for goddess lakshmi’s arrival. The cleaning, dusting and all the sundry work associated with this festival of lights works through the bones of a housewife.

Inspite of all that stress, this festival brings joy and happiness in abundance. The whole family is together and the camaraderie that follows is indescribable.

My best memory about this festival goes back eons ago when life was a happy jolly ride. It transports me back to my carefree ways in my lovely village Cortalim in Goa. A tiny village full of beauty imprinted on its very soul. We used to have diwali vacations after the half-yearly exams. As it was a vacation time I used to celebrate the diwali festival at my grandparents house.

The preparation for diwali used to start a week before. I and my cousins prepared the diwali lamps at home with color papers. glue and bamboo and different designs to decorate the lamp. On diwali day we youngsters woke up early in the morning to start the celebrations. We kids were lined up by our grandmother and given a sound oil massage and later followed by a hot water bath. The first thing we had to eat was a few seeds of bitter gherkin. It is considered auspicious to start the day with bitterness so that we can relish the sweets later. In Goa we prepare a good many dishes with flat rice. Flat rice becomes the main ingredient in the preparation of sweets and namkeens. Not only flat rice, ragi is also used to make vermicelli. Flat rice mixed with grated coconut and fresh jiggery, flat rice in a bowl of coconut milk, flat rice with boiled potatoes seasoned with onions,curry leaves, green chillies and mustard seeds. The most tasteful flat rice is prepared from boiled rice which was grounded in the local flour mills. Not just a little but one or two gunny bags of flat rice! How we waited eagerly for the feast! My favourite were always the sweet dishes as I have a sweet tooth: D

Another wonderful tradition which is followed in Goa, is visiting our neighbours on this day. We kids used to carry a polythene cover while making these visits. The time we reached home from all that wandering our bags were full of all the goodies which were served by our neighbours. And for us kids it was a real fun to find our bags full: D

In Goa in some areas painting and terracotta exhibitions are held during this festival. It is called Chitrakari.  Once I got an opportunity to go and watch this magical display at my aunt’s place in Colvale in north Goa. Beautiful paintings, arts and sculptures were on display. We had to ferry across on a tiny island to be part of this amazing display.

What I like the most about this festival is lack of environment pollution.You might be wondering how is that possible during diwali. Well it is possible in Goa.We don’t burst crackers during this festival. Only light lamps and worship goddess Lakshmi devotedly.

Life gets more hectic once we cross that stage of childhood bliss. Now, diwali is more of a routine with family. Before it was an occasion we used to wait eagerly due to the joint family system. With nuclear families it has lost its zing.

I know life has become more practical now. But sometimes wishes floods the gates of nostalgia without any warning.



Friday, October 10, 2014

Hunger Pangs





With a piercing ache through his bones, he walked tall among the mortals. The hungry mouths waiting at home goaded him to sustain the pain and let him dance to the tune of destiny. His attire became his shield, to hide those pools behind that mascara. Tomorrow might never be the same, as fate cheats.






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