Masquerade

Life truly is a masquerade
A masquerade of funny masks
Of scary masks and sad masks
And funny eh?

Man wears a mask
To conceal a volcano within
The lava of boiling emotions
Plugged merely by a paper face
Truly funny eh?

Happy mask while hurt
Is gleefully at the heart gnawing
Sad mask to respect the dead
While the mind anxiously
Thinks of the red dress on display
Scary masks to scare wits
While inside you alone
Are threatened to bits!

Life truly is a masquerade
Each running to clutch a mask
To find shelter behind
Nothing but mere paper
Really funny eh?

HATHAT KAHAA HARAYO?

Surya udayo
Mirmirey bihani lyayo
Naya aasha ani umanga jagayo
Aaha! Tara hathat mero manma
Yo kasto shunyata chhayo?

Nilo gaganma pheri kaalo baadal chhayo
Dinle ghoom odejhai
Adhyaro kaalo badal chhayo
Jhariley bajrapaat, hahakaar machayo
Mero jiwanko abhinna anga
Hathat! Kahaa harayo?

Sadhai haath thaamnechhu bhanethey
Timilai marmadekhi bachauchhu bhanethey
Sadaiwa shital chhaya dinchhu bhanethey
Tara aaja hathat ma eklo bhaye
Baacha bandhan sabai tootey
Hera aaja ma pheri eklo bhaye, eklo bhaye!

I am but a human

I AM BUT A HUMAN

Wish I could life endure
Endure all virtue and vice alike
Wish I could endure the wait
Endure what the heart expects.

Wish I could endure the miles
Endure all the hurt that piles
Wish I could endure the time that chimes
Endure all the changing climes.

But am a human
Who loves and hates
Mind says – nay u shall endure
But the heart says –
Wait is there a cure?

Am a human
What more can I endure?
What more hurt can time cure?

For Thulo Ama...a prologue

Life is a precious gift. You mould it, you mend it, you bend it the way you desire and the way it has been written for you by the unknown force. During your lifetime, you venture out into several journeys - that of soul searching, in search of luxury, in search of peace and in more pragmatic terms, in search of a better livelihood, a better society. This prologue is yet another journey...a journey into the life of an ordinary woman but with extraordinary endurance, determination and grit. This is the journey made by my Thulo Ama, my maternal grandmother, an epitome of discipline, love, affection and above all courage. This may seem a very ordinary story, instances which may have been a part of anybody's life but this is what I intend to share, an ordinary, everyday story. There are others who write about torment, war, romance, discrimination, life extraordinaire BUT I beg to differ and bring to you a common story but through my eyes, my perception. So welcome to this sojourn.

Incognito...confused identity!

Have there been instances in life when you feel like sinking your head in the sand like a dodo?Where you forget that hiding six inches of your upper body will not help? Is it when you need somebody to pull you out of your woe or reintroduce yourself to YOU? No, no dear folks am not trying to ask rhetorical questions to fill up the blog or to make my blog ornate...its just a spontaneous flow of thoughts and of course an inspired piece that am about to begin. Here it goes -
Myth has it that the powerhouse of Indian mythology, the only Indian superhero, Lord Hanuman, would keep forgetting his potential. Somebody would have to remind him of his prowess in order to see him in action. Well you might be wondering - Why this now? Well, well this person who writes this blog dares to compare herself to the Almighty when it comes to suffering from amnesia! My mind goes through a complete pandemonium when I think of what am capable of doing...maybe am a Jack...oh sorry!! Jill of all trade and mistress of none!!

Then there are forces which urge you on...inspire you...sunshine in your life...which rejuvenate and help see things clearly. So here I sit, click, clacking the keys of the computer, trying to assemble my scattered thoughts, trying to oil my rickety gray matter and of course to put my inspiration into black and white. This one's for you LIFE!

Even the darkest of clouds has a silver lining

There are times in life where you feel claustrophobic with the routine, the corrupt system...your conscience says - Stop! This is it! You feel lost, deafened by the hullabaloo of life...deprived of one of your important senses. Life appears to be a pandemonium...a large cauldron where the concoction of your very existence is being cooked up. The heat hits you...you perspire in the heat...you asphyxiate. There seems no escape from this burning inferno.
BUT in the distance you spot a glint...a ray of hope which urges you further when you are just about to surrender! And lo and behold you realize that the dark cloud that was rising from the cauldron also has an ornamental silver lace...a silver lining...which says - Move on...there is dawn after a long dark night. And you stumble, stagger and rise again like a phoenix and prepare for the majestic flight...and you soar again and awe the world with your flight!!

And the sand of time slipped out of her hands...

A young mind, a young heart - scared, apprehensive of the new world she was entering. It was 2nd October 2003 - the day which would change her life forever. Her mind was blank - torn between two worlds that of her heart and mind. Heart would say - Stay it is still not time and the mind would say - The time is here. In this tug - of - war the mind stopped imagining, thinking and she became a mere puppet in the hands of time. She was mastered like a puppet at the hands of time - the puppeteer. She would be with the choice of her life yet there was something which said - No this is not what you wanted.

The clock ticked on and she entered her new world. She obliged to the puppeteer and like a zombie danced to the tune of time. Seconds, minutes, hours, days and then years...the sand of time slipped out of her hands...and she like a dry autumn leaf was flown from one nook to another corner... and the sand of time slipped out of her hands...