the sky filled with little lights
moving slowly towards an unknown destination
like the stars decided to turn yellow
multiply
move
show magic
kite flying brings hope
lanterns bring joy
how wonderful would it be
if we use only lanterns and candles
2 hours each night
the peace and quiet would be balming

gut twisting
heart wrenching
pain
pain that makes you loose your balance
sanity awareness
sometimes it seems like the only time
one is in full awareness
in extreme pain
rest of the time seems superficial
as if the only truth is death, not life
or is it ?

pepper

such pride over advertising the pepper spray
its finally arrived in india
why wont we learn from the mistakes of other societies?

 

once again

wonder if there is any truth to the theory of reincarnation
if there is, i wish  i can chose what form of life i can come back as
i most certainly dont wish to be a human again
then again..i hope there is the option to not come back at all

creative energy
weaves its own web
slowly, gradually
without making noise
and before you even realize,
the work emerges

the smoke fills my lungs
my eyes water profusely
people honking for no reason
what a way to get home..
whatever happened to Baroda
why does this have to mean progress,
is there truly no better way...

re-unions

reunions
 such a big deal made of school and college re unions
 whats the idea really?
to get together
with people you havent bothered to meet
or get in touch with for decades
if they were really so important
why have you let them go?

what if

the morning brings news of  rape, assaults and killings
its a sad state of affairs where the front page
(at least of the TOI ) brings only - horror stories
not reading will not help
and reading doesnt either...
a piece of good news is tucked away somewhere
on the 3rd, 4th , 5th page -a short note
what chance will it have
of even being read..
is this done on purpose?
can we trust the media ?
to deliver to us even part of the truth?
what if..
each one was given the liberty of killing one person-
who would you kill?

cloud talk

every cloud has a silver lining
i refuse to count my blessings anymore
time for a clear sky and a bright day

shame

shame is a small word
for what has occurred
how will they live with themselves
i am not sure if they will remain alive within
i was born to progressive parents,
yet i constantly felt like i was a misfit
not because i wasnt raised well,
but because i was!
sad that kind peace loving people
are forced to feel like they belong elsewhere
if this is our home-
at least physically,
where else can i go?
yet each day , each month, each year
it always felt like the place wasnt right.
 i was a'misfit'
and why..
because i was always asked to respect myself
i was taught to stand up for what is not right
i was told to speak nothing but the truth
i was told i am special and deserved to be loved
shame shame shame
that good upbringing should make a person feel like a misfit
 in a screwed up society
often i blamed my parents for being too good
it didnt occur to me to question the people around
shame
that our society cannot offer a woman  assurance
that she is fine the way she is
shame
 that she has to battle it out every single day